After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

@一笔是一个微博大V, although he doesn’t draw well, but with his sharp eyes, sharp professional comments and popular literature, he has really attracted many laymen, and even some professionals have interacted with him.

The fans who have accumulated over the years think that he is a bit real, so for him to suddenly post a blog post saying that the first prize winner in this international oil painting competition is suspected of ghostwriting, it is like pouring water into a frying pan , Hulala exploded in the circle.

There are even troublemakers trying to pick up Jiang Bao's identity.

They tout how delicate and skillful the painting of "Holiday" is, and how rare and promising it is for teenagers, but they belittle Jiang Bao, who had someone ghostwrite or even plagiarize it.

Many people, adhering to the kindness of maintaining originality, have asked Jiang Bao to name the original creator, hoping that he will give up the championship of this competition to the real "little Danqing hand".

The man sitting in front of the computer desk squinted his eyes, looked at the constantly refreshed comments and forwarded content in the comment area, smiled and puffed out a smoke ring.

The list was completed, not only would he have money to play around, but he could also change to a bigger house. He glanced at the cracked wall and curled his lips. How could this small broken place be worthy of his status as a big V with millions of fans.

The glamorous "a pen" on Weibo is actually just a person who collects money to do things.

Before a cigarette was burned to the end, the wind direction in the comment area suddenly changed, and the speed of swiping the screen was twice as fast as before. He jumped straight in front of the screen and saw a user with the sign of "Iron Fan" throwing a message The link told him to check it out.

The man swiped the mouse, and an invitation letter wrapped in gold letters on a red background was magnified in the center of the screen. The breathtaking words made his eyeballs protrude, "Impossible, impossible."

Tuk tuk - tuk tuk -

A pen went to open the door with a gray and dazed expression, the phantom of the invitation letter still occupying his sight, he kicked down the soda can all the way, stepped on the instant noodle bucket without feeling it, cold sweat broke out on his head, and he opened it in a panic Door.

"Police, please cooperate with the investigation."

"I don't know anything! What am I..." A pen struggled to run into the house, but his weak physique was no match for a professional. When he was taken away by the police car, there were only two large characters in front of him.

It’s over.

"It's all over! Trash stuff!" Bai Tong smashed wildly in the bedroom, and all the beautiful cups that he liked to collect on weekdays were all broken into pieces.

She didn't care about her distress, and sent a message to the opposite person with trembling fingers, ordering the other person to take herself out of this matter.

If it hadn't been for the other person saying that there is a way to punish Jiang Bao, she can vent her anger simply, she would definitely not do this, and she didn't want to make such a big fuss.

But after the opposite party accepted her 50 yuan, it was like a stone sinking into the ocean, and there was no news from her anymore.

Bai Tong couldn't wait for a reply, so he smashed the phone with a bang in anger.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

After yelling, Bai Tong finally calmed down a lot. She looked at the mess on the ground dejectedly, and felt that her future life would not be much better than this scene.

Jiang Zetong will definitely find her, and he will not let her go.

At this moment, Bai Tong finally regretted it, tears flowed all over his face unknowingly, showing some fear and confusion of a girl of this age.

The invitation letter that caused a rapid change in the tone of Yibi's comment section also caught Jiang Zetong's people by surprise.

It's like you have already put the bait, just waiting for the fish to take the bait, but a net bag suddenly appears next to it, no matter what kind of fish or shrimps are caught, the equipment will be upgraded directly.

Everyone is familiar with this invitation letter from the British Royal Academy of Fine Arts, one of the world's most prestigious art academies. Nine years ago, the champion of the International Oil Painting Competition was invited to enroll. Now, this invitation letter has appeared again on the land of China, inviting Jiang Bao, everyone knows what this means.

It not only washed away all the dirty water on Jiang Bao's body, but also presented Jiang Bao with a beautiful crown and glory.

[This... a shocking reversal of things? ]

[Wait and see again, what if the academy doesn't investigate]

[I'm going, you guys go and see, the author of "Holiday" issued a statement! ]

[It’s too clear, it’s a slap in the face, I draw it myself if I have the ability, I’m sorry, I’ll say it first, I’m narrow-minded, hug my fist.jpg]

[My God, the author is too soft and cute, look at this back, look at this hair dancing in the wind, my sister is heartbroken]

[It seems that people can slap me in the face without an invitation letter, but now the double slap in the face hurts even more]

[Am I the only one paying attention to the handsome guy in the video? I can recognize him as the protagonist of "Holiday" in a flash! ]

[Wooooow, thank you upstairs, it’s even better]

As soon as these words came out, a large number of people moved their positions.

Pointing to the last sentence, Jiang Bao asked Jiang Zetong, "What does it mean to eat better, melon seeds?"

"It probably means eating melons." Jiang Zetong rubbed his nose, not expecting netizens to be so open.

Turning a crisis into a grand event is also Jiang Bao's skill. Both online and in reality, the disturbances are quite lively, and Jiang Zetong can't stop the news even if he wants to.

Simply tell Jiang Bao's parents the good news earlier, so as not to worry about it again.

Jiang Bao also reacted, he went to the side with his mobile phone to call his parents.

As soon as the call was connected, Papa Jiang's joyful voice came, "Baby, Mom and Dad have time to spend with you this week."

"You are back?"

"It's almost home, isn't it a surprise!"

Jiang Bao had no choice but to say he was pleasantly surprised. When asked where he was, he secretly glanced at Jiang Zetong, "My brother and I are in the newly opened hot spring hotel in the suburbs."

"Ah?" Jiang Shang glanced at his wife and quickly changed his words, "Then let's go there too. Are there any rooms left? Make a reservation first."

"Come on! There are still two bedrooms in the small courtyard." Jiang Bao smiled lightly, showing a row of small white teeth, "I'll give you the address."

The two sides said a few more words, and Jiang Zetong was still anxious to hear it, and he didn't hear the main point until Jiang Bao hung up the phone.

"Ah! I forgot to tell my parents something else."

"It's okay, I'll make it clearer when someone comes."

Jiang Zetong rubbed Jiang Bao's head. Recently, he liked this movement very much. He rubbed it from time to time. Jiang Bao was also good-tempered and never avoided it.

Feeling the temperature falling on the top of his head, Jiang Bao rubbed unconsciously, and the roots of his ears turned red unknowingly.

The warm and peaceful atmosphere was broken by Jiang Bao's grumbling stomach. He seemed to be taken aback, and for a moment he didn't know whether to cover his stomach or his face.

Jiang Zetong raised his wrist to look at the time, then pulled Jiang Bao up, "Put on your shoes, let's go to the restaurant and wait for uncles and aunts."

Jiang Shang and the others arrived not too late, and when they came, the dishes were served quickly. After everyone was full, they returned to the small courtyard.

Two red lanterns were hanging at the entrance of the courtyard. After entering, the warm lights illuminated the path, and there was a circle of night lights around the hot spring. Jiang Bao was very excited, but thinking about something else to say, he went into the house with his parents.

"It's hard to say in the restaurant just now, but now we are all family members, what do you think, tell your parents." Lin Zhiqi only ate half full, and the rest was full of anger.

Just after eating, Jiang Zetong told about Jiang Bao being targeted, and just wanted to order a few dishes to celebrate Jiang Bao's admission to the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, but Jiang Bao refused to go.

"Does my baby not like this university?" Jiang Shang asked tentatively, his peripheral vision did not miss Jiang Zetong's expression.

Although Jiang Zetong was as surprised as they were at the table, Jiang Shang, as a father, had to think more.

Jiang Zetong had some understanding of Jiang Bao's thoughts, but he didn't quite agree with them. They were just waiting for Jiang Bao's explanation.

"That's just an invitation letter. I have to draw another painting as an application. I'm not sure, so I might as well just refuse."

Jiang Bao gave the excuse he had thought up, as long as he doesn't paint, it can be regarded as not having such a thing.Anyway, the matter is about to calm down, so he can stay with his parents with peace of mind, and go to school with his brother step by step.

"You child, your father and I are so used to you!"

Lin Zhiqi had countless things to say, but seeing Jiang Bao's aggrieved face, she still endured it, she turned her head and felt uncomfortable.

In the past, Lin Zhiqi really hoped that Jiang Bao would be happy for the rest of his life, and it didn't matter what he did. The company could be handed over to the managers, and they would keep enough assets for Jiang Bao's life.

But Mr. Jiang's current situation gave her inspiration. Lin Zhiqi hoped that Jiang Bao would have at least one skill that would allow him to survive with nothing. Now the invitation from the academy is a good opportunity.

Parents love their children and have far-reaching plans for them.

It was the first time that Jiang Bao was told such harsh words by his mother, his tear glands flowed out as if he couldn't control himself, his big eyes stared straight at Lin Zhiqi, "Mom, I..."

One is his wife and the other is his son. Jiang Shang couldn't coax him at both ends, so he hurriedly asked Jiang Zetong to appease Jiang Bao's emotions first, and he also worked as a child's mother.

Jiang Bao's dejected appearance made Jiang Zetong feel distressed. He might be the first to give up his own ideas. No matter how much he said, no matter how good he said, if Jiang Bao was not happy, he would not be happy either.

"Brother, I don't want to go." Jiang Bao squatted at the door, and could vaguely hear his father's advice to his mother inside the room.

Jiang Zetong sat down with him, and his bright eyes did not hide his demeanor in the dim light.

"Then don't go, but there is one thing, I still hope that you can get the admission qualification for the painting." Seeing that Jiang Bao wanted to refute, Jiang Zetong first raised a finger against Jiang Bao's lips.

The soft touch made him lose his mind for a moment.

"Huh?" Jiang Bao didn't know why, his wet eyelashes were drooping, and he stared pitifully at Jiang Zetong's fingers.

What on earth is brother going to say?

The author has something to say: Don’t fatten me up, my little bird will die if there is no food

感谢在2022-01-2721:08:20~2022-01-2816:56:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Chen Xuanqi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!