After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

Jiang Bao didn't have absolute confidence, but the pictures in his pen were the beauty that he wanted to keep very urgently at the moment, so he abandoned all distracting thoughts and devoted himself to it.

Before he knew it, Jiang Bao stayed in the studio all morning. He didn't go out for a meal until all the background colors were laid and waiting to dry.

In the afternoon, continue to hand over oil painting.

Jiang Bao felt that he hadn’t enjoyed the fun of painting for a long time. The kind of joyful expression of inspiration as long as he picked up the pen, like the happiness of eating iced watermelon heart in the dog days, finally the long-lost Come to Jiang Bao's fingertips.

The figure on the canvas has already taken shape. Jiang Zetong has a distinctive shape. Drawing his head is no different from drawing a model. What's more, Jiang Bao has painted so many times that he can almost draw it with his eyes closed.

His body shape seemed to have changed, and he was taller. The folds of his clothes were caused by him being too nervous at the time. His mouth was slightly hooked. What color was it, and his hair was fluttering slightly in the night wind.

Only the eyes, Jiang Bao has not moved, he understands the importance of these eyes, this look, he has to wait for his emotions to reach the peak, he has to paint when he feels the most.

Jiang Bao spent sleepless nights and food in the studio, and Jiang Zetong sighed worriedly outside. He came back after two o'clock in the afternoon. When his aunt told him that Jiang Bao was painting, he stopped thinking about saying hello.

Anyway, Jiang Bao couldn't see it when he went in, and it might interrupt Jiang Bao's hard-earned inspiration. Now he also remembers how Jiang Bao broke down and cried, in a low voice, forbearance, and the fear in his heart was hidden in his words. Even empathized with Jiang Bao, what should I do if I can no longer hold a paintbrush?

Fortunately, things are going in a good direction.

It was not until early morning that Jiang Bao came out of the studio, and the sound of his opening the door woke up Jiang Zetong who was waiting in the living room.

He straightened up from the sofa, and before his vision fully recovered, he saw a figure walking towards him.

"Brother Jiang, I'm done painting!" Jiang Bao was so excited that he didn't know how to express his joy, so he hugged Jiang Zetong tightly, as if he could pass on his excitement to the other party and let him, Brother Jiang, be happy too. happy yourself.

Jiang Zetong immediately hugged Jiang Bao back, he blinked, and the world became clearer, Jiang Bao's bloodshot eyes were even clearer.

He caressed it with his fingers, feeling that Jiang Bao was working too hard.

But he clearly knew that what Jiang Bao needs most now is not concern. He looked at Jiang Bao's smiling face, and such joy almost covered up the exhaustion of painting for a long time. Jiang Zetong thought, isn't it reasonable for Jiang Bao to get the result he expected? Should it be?

"Congratulations!" Jiang Zetong hugged Jiang Bao tightly, "I'm proud of you."

For some unknown reason, Jiang Bao suddenly felt that his eye sockets were a little dry, and the tears quietly gathered into one, rolling down his cheeks.

He hugged Jiang Zetong and blinked, hiding his tears behind his back. At this moment, he just wanted to share his joy.

Jiang Bao took Jiang Zetong to the studio, but the inside was still in a mess, Jiang Bao threw away the things he used up, and had to walk when he came in.

But such an environment could not cover up the painting in the center of the room. It was placed quietly, but it seemed like someone was breathing.

Jiang Bao turned off the light in the studio, and the faint light from outside came in, adding a mysterious aura to the painting.

"Is this me?"

Jiang Zetong was stunned for a while. He knew that Western classical paintings are very realistic, but he also knew how profound skills and techniques are needed to use colors properly and to portray expressions vividly. Jiang Bao quietly improved in places he didn't know , Enough to amaze everyone, he is truly proud of Jiang Bao.

This painting, will not lose.

At the same time, he was also shocked by the way he looked at Jiang Bao. It turned out that in the moment of his ignorance, the delusions in his heart had been captured by the other party.

He was glad that Jiang Bao still didn't understand, but there was always another voice to say it was a pity.

Jiang Bao was also very satisfied with this painting, he named it "Holiday", and after showing it to Jiang Zetong, he locked the house, and he had to protect the painting before returning.

Walking out of the shocking studio, Jiang Zetong thought of an important matter, "You haven't eaten yet, and the kitchen is ready, I'll go and heat it up."

After Jiang Zetong heated up the food, Jiang Bao also washed his hands. He picked up the bowl and started to devour it. There were always endless shrimps at hand. The peeled shrimps were plump and chewy, fresh and sweet.

When he put down the bowl, there was still a mountain of small shrimps piled up on the plate. Jiang Bao felt it was a waste and wanted to eat more, "Auntie made this dish well."

Seeing that his chewing frequency slowed down, Jiang Zetong stopped peeling. Now he pulled the plate and said, "Give it to me. If you eat too much, you will have a hard time sleeping. If you want to eat, you can do it tomorrow."

Jiang Bao was not too polite, anyway, the shrimps were all clean, so he watched Jiang Zetong eat them one by one, and he didn't care about the tableware, the aunt would clean them up tomorrow.

"Take a good rest tonight, get up later tomorrow, and talk about places you want to go after resting."

"Understood Brother Jiang, you too, take a good rest." Jiang Bao yawned as he spoke.

Jiang Zetong urged Jiang Bao into the bedroom, watched the man collapse on the bed and almost fell asleep, and covered the quilt with hard work.

Jiang Bao didn't get up until the afternoon the next day, and he almost didn't know what night it was when he woke up.

I went out to look for Jiang Zetong, and found that he was standing on the balcony watering the flowers and making a phone call. When I saw myself coming out, I smiled at him, said a few more words to the person on the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone. Walk towards yourself.

"Uncle and aunt's phone call. If we have nothing to do, we should go back to Haicheng early. Grandpa is a little busy, so we don't have to go. It just so happens that your oil painting is finished, and you have to frame it and send it to the competition. Nothing is wrong. less."

"It makes sense." Although Jiang Bao was a little disappointed that he couldn't see his grandfather, and he didn't go around Jin City with Jiang Zetong, but things were prioritized, and it would be more convenient for him to have a familiar shop in Haicheng.

Jiang Zetong booked an evening flight for him and Jiang Bao, and while it was still early, he invited, "I wonder if Young Master Jiang will have time to accompany me to visit Jin City and eat delicious food?"

"Yes! That's great!" Jiang Bao jumped a little, his joy was beyond words, and he immediately turned to change clothes.

Because of the rush of time, Jiang Bao deliberately chose the restaurant closest to the airport, which was on his delicious list, and in fact, he did not disappoint Jiang Bao.

There is a shopping mall above the restaurant. After dinner, he proposed to go for a walk, "I still want to visit Jin City with Brother Jiang. The shopping mall can barely be regarded as a part of the city's culture."

Jiang Zetong smiled and said nothing, he walked slowly beside Jiang Bao, watching the child's face become more and more stiff.

"I forgot that luxury goods are all the same." Jiang Bao was embarrassed and dragged Jiang Zetong to continue shopping, thinking that he could go directly to the airport and wait, and looked up at the jewelry booth in front of him.

Jiang Bao has always felt that painting and design have the same effect, and he usually reads some jewelry magazines. He knows in his heart that there should be nothing special here, but he walks into someone's shop disobediently.

It's all here, Jiang Zetong grabbed a tie. He has been going to the company on many occasions recently, and occasionally wears formal clothes. He basically wears some ties and other accessories if he likes them.

Jiang Bao himself was lying in front of the counter, pointing to several carved stones and asking.

He wrote them down one by one in his mind, and finally picked out a gourd-shaped jadeite pendant, and some jewelry, so that the cabinet sister made them more beautiful, and carried them into his hand.

Jiang Zetong was quite surprised when he saw it. In the past, Jiang Bao didn't think about giving gifts. He or Jiang's parents were all worried about it.

This time Jiang Bao came back with him, and he had already ordered people to prepare gifts.But seeing Jiang Bao grow up now, he is also happy in his heart.

It was still night after getting off the plane, so Jiang Bao went home with Jiang Zetong and stayed for the night. The two of them appeared at the dining table in the morning, which surprised Grandpa Jiang.

Grandpa Jiang was very happy to receive the small gift, and went to drink tea with his old friend with the small gift.

Jiang Bao made an appointment with the shop owner yesterday, and the paintings sent in the morning will be picked up in the afternoon, and they happened to pass by the center of the International Oil Painting Competition, so they could hand in the paintings.

Sitting in front of the table in the organizing center, Jiang Bao let out a long breath after filling out the information, and finally settled his mind.

He and Jiang Zetong are very confident in this "Holiday", and there is no suspense about whether they can continue to stay in Class [-] of the third year.

So when the school started, everyone found that Jiang Bao was a little more cheerful and smiled at everyone more often. His innocent and beautiful appearance occasionally made the students forget his gender, and he was overwhelmed by the constant care.

"Jiang Jiang, do you have any snacks in your desk?" Zhang Kewen sat behind Jiang Bao and saw it clearly.

Jiang Baogang came up with Jiang Zetong, and he bent down to look at it. Sure enough, there were almost as many snacks as Jiang Zetong's table.

"I guess there are quite a few in Xiao Wen's desk."

"Don't learn from him, don't eat it." Jiang Zetong said concisely, with a face as cold as ice.

Jiang Bao was not affected by his air-conditioning attack, "I know, I will distribute it to everyone in a while, even Brother Jiang?"

"Leave it to Kewen, you leave get out of class..."

Going out to be watched by girls in other classes is better than staying in class.

"What?" Jiang Bao waited for the next sentence with a puzzled face.

Jiang Zetong looked at Jiang Bao's beautiful and small face. His hair was a little long and uncut, and it was soft and fluffy. He looked cute and well-behaved. It is no surprise that the students would like Jiang Bao. He is young and favored. What's wrong.

What's more, Jiang Zetong knew that it was wrong for him to want to control Jiang Bao's behavior.

He suppressed the thoughts in his heart, shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Jiang Bao soon became the favorite of the group in the class, and lived a happy campus life like a fish in water.

After the bell rang for the last class on Friday, Jiang Bao put the completed test papers into his schoolbag and planned to go to the office to find Jiang Zetong.

As soon as she raised her head, Xiaohua looked at him tenderly, and passed the post in her hand forward.

"Jiang Bao, next Saturday is my birthday, can you and Brother Jiang come together?"