After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

Jiang Zetong came back to his senses, but his eyes always drifted to Jiang Bao's lips that were crushed by his fingers.

"You also know that many people on the Internet now know about this matter. Most people believe that you have this ability, but there must also be frogs in the bottom of the well. You have already reached this point, so it is better to go to the end."

This can not only seal everyone's mouth, but also appease the Jiang family couple, and Jiang Bao is also happy, without having to endure parting and a lonely life abroad.

Jiang Bao's eyes gradually lit up, and after going through Jiang Zetong's words in his head, he felt that the idea was even better. He wanted to hug Jiang Zetong excitedly, but because he had been squatting for too long, his feet were numb and he didn't feel it. The action suddenly turned into a flutter.

When the sliding door was opened, Jiang Shang saw his son in the arms of the big bad wolf, who was about to be taken away by the big bad wolf.

"Good boy, didn't you hurt Zetong!" Jiang Shang hurriedly pulled Jiang Bao up, patted the unnecessary dust, and pushed his son's back to send him into the house, "Mom has calmed down, now Go in and have a good chat with mom."

"I've figured it out too!"

"What do you think?"

Jiang Bao looked back at Jiang Zetong, wanting his brother to go in with him, but Jiang Zetong just smiled, "I still have some things to deal with, Jiang Jiang, you can do it yourself."

Jiang Bao, who was encouraged, was full of confidence.

Jiang Zetong had nothing to do. He changed his clothes and went to the hot spring. Presumably, he couldn't wait for Jiang Bao to take a bath together.

So when Jiang Bao came, what he saw was Jiang Zetong's half of his sculpture-like toned arms, the big stabs were exposed in the air, and his arms were propped on the stone platform. The light seemed to be answering messages with his mobile phone.

Jiang Bao also came out after changing clothes, but he was more afraid of the cold, so he threw his bathrobe at the hot spring and jumped in.

The splash of water splashed on Jiang Zetong's back, pulling him out of the phone screen.

"Brother, you don't wait for me, are you going to finish soaking?"

"It's about the same, you speak very fast." Jiang Zetong looked at the time, and it was less than 10 minutes.

"As soon as I finished my thoughts, my parents started answering the phone, and they let me out." Jiang Bao stretched out his body comfortably, enjoying the pleasure of soaking in the hot spring.

Hearing Jiang Bao's words, Jiang Zetong couldn't help but glanced at his mobile phone. Maybe he knew why Jiang's parents answered the phone. He looked at the carefree Jiang Bao, and simply stopped soaking, and pulled the other party out of the pool.

"You put on your clothes first, and I have something to tell you later."

Jiang Bao felt much more comfortable after soaking for a while, and he didn't reject Jiang Zetong's decision. He wrapped himself in a bathrobe and ran back.

Before Jiang Baolai, Jiang Zetong received news from Jin City that Mr. Jiang was critically ill.

The Jiang family couple was fine before they came back, but they became critically ill immediately after they came back. Readers disagreed that there was nothing tricky in the process. He couldn't think of 10 minutes, and the Jiang family couple would take Jiang Bao to Jinshi.

Sure enough, as he expected, Jiang Bao was ready when he came out again, his eyes were red again, and he looked at himself sadly.

Jiang Zetong approached Jiang Bao uncontrollably and patted his shoulder.

He turned his head and said to Jiang's father and Jiang's mother, "I just transferred the helicopter over, wait another 10 minutes."

Father Jiang wiped his face, "Thank you Zetong, uncle will always remember your affection."

Jiang's father called the old house from the house just now. Their home in Jinshi also has a helicopter. He wants to use it now but insists that there is a malfunction and won't send it to them. What he said at this critical moment is almost It was a blatant delay.

Jiang Shang didn't dare to think about the final result, he still underestimated the shamelessness of his younger brothers.He was blushing with embarrassment at this time, and he really had no face to stop Jiang Zetong and Jiang Bao from getting close.

The issue of going to school was put on hold for the time being, and the three members of the Jiang family went to Jin City. I am afraid there will be a tough battle to fight.

Messages kept popping up on Jiang Zetong's phone. He glanced at them hastily and packed himself up to rest. Even if he wanted to be Jiang Bao's backer, he had to ensure his sleep and live a long life.

Jiang Bao, who was sitting in the helicopter, was not in the mood to watch the night scene this time. He held his mother's hand tightly, but dared not ask the question that worried him most, for fear of disturbing something.

"Be good, don't be afraid, there will be time." Lin Zhiqi knew better than Jiang Bao the seriousness of the situation, but she couldn't do anything other than comfort like this, and even comfort seemed pale at an altitude of several thousand meters.

Jiang Shang has no time to grieve, he cannot sit still in front of his wife and children.He tried his best to contact Jinshi's subordinates, trying to increase his chances of winning.

It was only an hour after arriving in Jin City. When Jiang Bao and the others rushed to the hospital, the lights in the operating room were still on. Jiang Er and Jiang San each led their families around the corridor. Seeing their family coming, they just looked up. After looking at it, even the small talk was saved.

Jiang Shang's heart couldn't stop sinking.

Looking at the signboard in the operating room, he couldn't tell what he was anxious about at the moment, worried about his eccentric father, worried about the future of their small family, and guarding against Jiang Er and Jiang San's secret methods.

During this period of time, Jiang Shang tore apart the hypocrisy of Jiang Er and Jiang San, and also suppressed their momentum, but until the last moment when the dust settled, it was still unclear who would win.

Jiang Bao didn't know what everyone was thinking, thinking that everyone was looking forward to his grandpa's safe return with one glance. In the worst case, please allow him to see him one last time.

Unexpectedly, the lights in the operating room were quickly turned off, and everyone stood up in unison, asking the doctor in one go.

"How is grandpa?"

"How is my dad?"

The doctor looked tired, but he still said clearly, "I'm very sorry... There is still a little time, you can take a look at it one last time."

The rest of the scene unfolded before Jiang Bao's eyes like a revolving lantern. He saw many people crying in front of his grandfather's bed, and he burst into tears too. He still remembered when his grandfather touched his head at the end, and the palm of his hand fell on his own. Jiang Bao seems to have been abandoned by the world, and all senses have disappeared.

Until the uncles quarreled with his father, Jiang Bao got up to dissuade him, and was stopped by the medical staff. Most of the memory in the middle was lost, and he did not know when he lost consciousness.

The power change of the Jiang family lasted for less than half a month. Jiang Bao was sent back to Haicheng by Jiang Shang after attending the funeral. At the critical moment, he really didn't dare to be distracted, so he entrusted Jiang Bao to Jiang Zetong.

"I'm worried, Uncle Jiang is ready, and I won't let you mother and son feel sad." Jiang Zetong patted Jiang Bao's back, and traced Jiang Bao's haggard eyebrows and eyes in the moonlight outside the window.

The cheeks that were still a little fleshy now became thinner, and even the chin was pointed. Jiang Zetong was heartbroken when he saw it, and he was thinking about how to make it up for Jiang Bao.

"Brother, I miss Grandpa."

Jiang Bao's sparkling eyes blinked and blinked, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes to the bridge of his nose, then flowed across the other half of his face and disappeared into the pillow.

The longing hit Jiang Bao's heart belatedly, and he closed his palms together, as if holding the last breath of grandpa.

Jiang Zetong has nothing to do with Jiang Bao like this. It is impossible for the dead to be resurrected. All he can do is to release Jiang Bao and let him set sail and smile at life again.

"Why don't you draw a picture for grandpa, and keep the scene that impressed you the most."

Jiang Zetong tried to come up with this idea. He didn't know if it was right for him to do so. In case it had the opposite effect, Jiang Zetong's company for the past two days would be in vain.

Jiang Bao seemed to be stunned, he asked unconfidently, "Can I?"

"Of course you can. Forget about the "Holiday". You have the ability, and I also believe that no matter what you paint, grandpa will like it."

Jiang Zetong's gentle voice soothed Jiang Bao's uneasiness. He clasped his palms on his chest, recalled the previous scenes, and gradually fell asleep.

Early the next morning, Jiang Zetong found that Jiang Bao's condition was much better. He moved his own things, raised his face and asked Jiang Zetong, "Can brother accompany me to draw?"

He wanted to be by Jiang Zetong's side.

Jiang Zetong couldn't wait for it. He asked for leave this week to accompany Jiang Bao, just to take care of him all the time.

Jiang Bao got an affirmative reply, and he dragged Jiang Zetong to his studio in a good mood. After all, the study is not a place for painting, but the studio can open up a space for office work.

It's just that the color of the desk that was temporarily moved was incompatible with the studio, Jiang Bao didn't care much, he didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder when it comes to painting.

The sun slowly slanted westward, and time passed day by day.

The thick and colorful oil painting was completed. Jiang Bao held his grandfather's shoulders in the flower-filled courtyard. The two smiled very brightly against their faces. Just by looking at it, you can't help but laugh along with it.

Jiang Bao's paintings always contain shocking emotions, which are more superb than painting skills and richer than scenes. He is a born painter.

As if all the emotions had been taken away, Jiang Bao became calm from a vigorous state. He rubbed the edge of the picture nostalgicly, and his state of mind was abnormally stable. "Brother, I want to hand in this paper."

"Of course." When Jiang Zetong first suggested this, he thought of the invitation letter. Now that Jiang Bao has thought clearly, he needs to support it even more.

He took over the follow-up matters, and when the two of them returned to campus life again, it was already the last month of this year.

"Jiang Jiang, you're back!"

"Try this snack, I remember you like it."

Jiang Bao hadn’t come for more than half a month, and the classmates were very enthusiastic when they saw him. If he had just received the invitation letter from the Royal Academy of Fine Arts, he would have greeted him warmly. Now everyone is used to the same class in elementary school. My brother is a little genius in painting.

"Jiang Bao, when are you going to Daying?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2022-01-2816:56:30~2022-01-2923:39:20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: 2 bottles of Xiyao;

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