After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

In the dim environment, Jiang Bao's eyes could only see the vague outline of Jiang Zetong. He didn't know what the other person's expression was, but he could feel the peace from the tone of his speech.He even smelled the cold fragrance permeating Jiang Zetong's body. This breath gradually calmed his mind, but his emotions seemed to have found a river to vent, and they were out of control.

He wanted to tell Jiang Zetong everything about the joy and excitement when he learned of the competition, the embarrassment of writing, the flash of inspiration and the hysterical collapse, the truth he had kept from his parents.

You can do it, Jiang Bao encouraged himself, do you still have to cover up in front of Brother Jiang?

Children who can't learn to lie are always invisible to adults. Jiang Zetong can't see Jiang Bao's face clearly at the moment, but the faintly flickering eyes are so bright in the dark, like the moon in the night. There is a moon that does not need to be guarded. Jiang Zetong has enough patience to wait for Jiang Bao to express his confusion.

"I can't seem to draw anymore, Brother Jiang, what should I do?"

When Jiang Bao's slightly weeping voice spoke helpless words, Jiang Zetong couldn't help feeling distressed.He gently took Jiang Bao into his arms, and skillfully ran his palms along Jiang Bao's back to prevent his younger brother from crying and hiccupping.

Jiang Bao studied oil painting. It is impossible for him not to pay attention to the field of oil painting. He can easily learn the early deeds of famous artists. He can give five or six examples of anyone who has no inspiration for many years.But Jiang Zetong knew in his heart that Jiang Bao didn't need those examples, and his ambition was not to become famous.

"You are under too much pressure. Didn't you draw very well before? My brother believes in Jiang Baobao." Jiang Zetong completely abandoned the promise of the Jiang family at this moment, because he knew that if the Jiang family knew about it, they would definitely be better than him. Without principles yet, he made a serious promise to Jiang Bao, "No one can take you away from Class [-] of the third year of high school, you can study with peace of mind, brother promises."

Jiang Bao sniffed when he heard it, "Really?"

The voice is like a milk cat, as if he is afraid of waking up the sleeping prey and starving himself.

"Of course it's true. If you don't believe me, let me confirm with my uncle and aunt."

Jiang Zetong made a gesture to make a call with his mobile phone, but Jiang Bao held it down.

"No need, I believe Brother Jiang!"

Jiang Bao broke his voice in desperation, his face was red from burning, and his tears evaporated silently, drying his cheeks.

Jiang Zetong chuckled, which made Jiang Bao's ears itch. He was embarrassed to stay any longer, so he went to the bathroom and ran away alone.

The rushing water couldn't wash away the color on Jiang Bao's face, instead it tended to turn redder and redder. He raised his head and looked at himself in the mirror. He couldn't understand why he ran away just now when he heard Brother Jiang laughing. thought.

The boy in the mirror tilted his head following his movements. His palm-sized face, milky skin without pores, reddish eye circles and water-stained mouth, looked very much like the famous Western paintings he had copied.

Tuk Tuk-

Jiang Bao was shocked, and Jiang Zetong asked outside the door, "Baby Jiang, are you alright?"

"coming!"

He took out a paper towel and wiped off the water on his face casually, then opened the door and walked out. Jiang Ze was faster than him, and changed into a new jacket. The previous one was wet from his shoulders again.

Jiang Bao's gaze seemed to be scalded, and he quickly moved away from Jiang Zetong's shoulder, and accidentally slammed into the other's eyes.

Tranquil as a piece of sea, the calm surface attracts people to linger, while the actual waves have long been lurking in the bottom of the sea, just waiting to catch their prey.

Jiang Bao was taken aback by his own association, his Adam's apple slipped, and when he looked at it again, there was no image of a remote sea, it was full of tenderness like moonlight.

"Let's go, Brother Jiang."

"Come on, I'm going to school tomorrow, have you packed your schoolbag?"

"I packed it up a long time ago, and just put the physics textbook in the schoolbag."

"Is there anything wrong with going to school?"

"If Brother Jiang is here, there will be no problem." Jiang Zetong convinced him that the school is a relatively safe place.

"That's good. I'll wait for you at your door tomorrow, or I can wake you up." Jiang Zetong hasn't called Jiang Bao up for a long time. One is that the school time is different, and the other is that Jiang Bao feels that he has grown up. No one needed to wake him up.

The first day of school is Jiang Zetong and Jiang Bao's sense of ritual.

"No, Brother Jiang can come in and sit and wait for me, or have breakfast with me." Jiang Bao thinks the latter method is very good, "Eat at my house this week, and eat at your house next week, it's still the same as before. "

During the two years when Jiang Zetong went to high school alone, the mornings were very dull. He was either reading the morning newspaper or chatting with Mr. Jiang about company affairs. When he first thought of his previous life, he felt as if he had passed away.

Jiang Bao may be the only proof that he is still a child.

Jiang Zetong had no reason to disagree, he lowered his head slightly, approached Jiang Bao and said, "Of order, Young Master Jiang."

A handsome face, combined with a deep and lazy voice, how lethal such words are, Jiang Bao knew that when he woke up the next day, he felt that his ears were still ringing.

When I saw the happy chatting scene at the dining table, I still couldn't react, and felt that the family was not so lively.

"Come and have breakfast, baby."

Lin Zhiqi beckoned to Jiang Bao, and in this way, there were beautiful young people on both sides of her, which could be compared to having dinner with Jiang Bao from their family.

"Cough, cough, cough——" Jiang Shang let out a loud coughing sound, and his eyes almost cramped when his wife blinked.

Both Jiang Bao and Jiang Zetong looked at Jiang Shang worriedly, and Jiang Bao even patted his father's back, "Why don't you talk and drink porridge and you can choke on it."

The comfortable people who were photographed did not dare to cough.

"Then what, baby, isn't it October [-]st soon..." Lin Zhiqi also straightened his face, and stopped laughing.

"There are two more weeks."

"...That's coming soon, Mom and Dad are discussing and taking you to meet Grandpa."

"See you in previous years."

"This year is a bit special, and we may have to stay longer."

"I see, I'll arrange the vacation again." Speaking of this, Jiang Bao looked at Jiang Zetong embarrassedly.

When they got into the same car, Jiang Bao was finally able to apologize properly, "I'm sorry Brother Jiang, yesterday we agreed to find inspiration together during the National Day holiday."

"You can go abroad at any time. It is more important to visit the elderly." Jiang Zetong has nothing to worry about. Originally, Jiang Bao was far away, and he didn't want to go back. However, he still has Grandpa Jiang's heart. Go and visit, "Don't let Grandpa Jiang hurt you for nothing."

"I know, I miss grandpa too."

After returning to campus life, time passed quickly. I went to class and ate meals step by step every day. I didn’t have the idea of ​​drawing an excellent work. The sketchbook gradually added a lot of things in the school, all drawn by Jiang Bao during the self-study class.

Jiang Bao even recorded some interesting scenes with his camera.

For example, the way Jiang Zetong played on the playground, the moment of dunking, the moment of attacking with the ball, his camera ran out of battery that day.

When I got home at night, I exported it to the computer as a picture, without any filter, it was better than the little idol photos that Luo Ya showed him.

Luo Ya was also very sincere about Amrita, but Jiang Bao didn't like the content of singing and dancing, so he refused very simply.

Looking at the calendar in front of the desk, there are only a few days until October [-]st. Everyone is discussing where to go to play recently. Zhang Kewu and his friends have made an appointment to go abroad to watch a football game. Luo Ya’s little idol happens to have an event, so I also plan to Go abroad for a walk.Both of them invited Jiang Bao, but they were blocked by him saying visit the old man.

Jiang Bao circled the numbers on the calendar and wanted to call Jiang Zetong a little bit.

This afternoon, Jiang Bao came back from school by himself. Jiang Zetong was temporarily called away by Grandpa Jiang to the company to deal with matters. He left without the remaining two classes. At first, Jiang Bao thought it was nothing. He was also used to Jiang Zetong being called away by the teacher at school. All kinds of things happened, I thought he could come back in time, but I didn't expect Jiang Bao to go home alone.

Luo Ya and Zhang Kewu's invitation gave him inspiration. He thought, if possible, it's okay for them to go back to their hometown to see their grandfather and bring Jiang Zetong with them. When he has free time later, he can wander around Jin City with Jiang Zetong to find inspiration, so that nothing will be delayed. .

After thinking about it, he felt that this method was good, but he didn't know if calling Jiang Zetong now would disturb him.

If it doesn't work, let's talk about it after dinner tomorrow morning. He can get up earlier and go to Jiang's house earlier.

Just as Jiang Bao was lying on the bed and setting the alarm clock, the phone rang.

After seeing the name clearly, he quickly picked it up, with a cheerful and happy tone that he didn't know, "Brother Jiang!"

"Get ready for bed." Jiang Zetong's voice was a little distorted after being processed by the microphone, it was less clear and more low-pitched, like the volume of telling him a bedtime story.

"Just washed up and ready to sleep, brother Jiang, are you done?" Jiang Bao leaned against the bed, planning to tell Jiang Zetong what he had been thinking about all night.

"Well, I just finished my work." Jiang Zetong looked at the room with the curtains drawn tightly in the car, and signaled to the driver that he could leave, and the strawberry cake next to the seat did not need to be fixed by hand.

Jiang Bao didn't know that he missed the supper, and his eyes were full of that question, "Brother Jiang, can you accompany me to Jinshi during the holiday?"