After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

Jiang Bao opened a gallery long ago. At that time, he did not have any works, and the works displayed in the gallery were also those of other painters, including the senior who rose through the International Oil Painting Competition.

When Jiang Bao returned to China this time, he not only completed his studies, he also handed in an excellent answer sheet in the field he likes and is good at, so he thought it was time to hold a competition for himself.

The location of the gallery is well chosen, the surrounding environment is rich in artistic atmosphere, and his decoration is also quiet and elegant, and it can fit his theme well with a little modification.

Even when Jiang Bao got busy, Jiang Zetong was still a little uncomfortable. After get off work, the formation was changed from going home to picking Jiang Bao at the gallery first, and then the two of them went home together.

Fortunately, Jiang Bao didn't have much entertainment, and Jiang Zetong also tried his best to reject some low-quality meal appointments, so that he could go home together three days a week.

"Everything that needs to be notified has been notified, and the media has also taken care of it. When the time comes..."

"At that time, I will see you shine! Don't worry, you are so hardworking, and the work can hold up, just let it go."

Jiang Zetong was driving the car and shook Jiang Bao's hand while stopping at a red light, his eyes full of trust and encouragement.

"I know, I'm familiar with this, so I'm not nervous." Jiang Bao snorted softly, turned his face out of the window, so that Jiang Zetong could not see the corners of his lips curled up.

But the car window exposed everything early, Jiang Zetong snickered, and then explained in a righteous and stern manner, "I am nervous, please comfort me."

"Slick tongue." Jiang Bao turned his head and made a grimace.

The set date is coming soon, Jiang Bao's relatives and friends, as well as some seniors in the industry have been invited to come, and many fans are even more moved by the news, but there are not many places, first come, first served.

Everyone walked in the independently opened exhibition hall, passing by colorful oil paintings, as if following Jiang Bao's heart all the way.

Jiang Bao also thought for a long time before deciding whether to take out the paintings he drew when he just recovered his memory. After all, he was in a bad state of mind at the time, and the things he drew also reflected his heart. You can feel it from the color alone. Gray-blue tones, dark corners, or red to black colors, depressing atmosphere.

His mentor William appreciates it, but that is not his real appearance after all, so with Jiang Zetong's company, the situation gradually improved and the picture became clearer.

So everyone felt as if they had walked a long road in life. The first half of life was full of wind and rain, and the second half of life was full of flowers and splendor everywhere. When they reached the last painting, many people surrounded them.

Their comments are also very simple: happiness.

Standing in front of this painting, I feel peaceful, stable and happy.

They stood there for a long time, and many people faced the charm of art for the first time. It turns out that there are really works that can make people recall all the good times and pictures just by looking at them.

Like a handful of gold treasured in time, finally in the afternoon of a certain day, the precarious fate was saved, and from then on, I once again had the courage to hold the hand of happiness and move on.

"Everyone really likes the painting "Sunshine"."

"I like it too, and I like you the most." Jiang Zetong hid in the corner with his arms around him, fastened his slender waist, rubbed his palms carefully, and picked up a hem of his clothes, "Is my waist sore after standing for so long? "

Jiang Bao's earlobes turned red quickly, and he hid in Jiang Zetong's coat blushing, "You don't know if it's sour or not."

"That's sour, little squeamish."

Jiang Bao liked it and wanted him to be too proud, so he took the initiative to tiptoe and kiss her, and when he was soft in his arms, he would not lose.

Taking advantage of the last bit of strength, he took a bite at his Adam's apple, and the reason for the red circle could not be covered by his collar.

He glanced provocatively, "Inappropriate."

Jiang Zetong lowered his eyebrows and moved closer to him, his lips pressed against his lips, "Go back and deal with you."

That is to say, after the exhibition is over, there will be a dinner party, and when the two of them get home, it will be after nine o'clock.

Jiang Bao specially picked a house close to the company, with a large flat floor, which is comfortable to live in and has a good view, just like at this moment, the lights of thousands of houses are under your feet.

"Going back to the room, blowing the night breeze here is not afraid of catching a cold."

A fiery body was stuck behind him, his arms were wrapped around his waist like a belt made of fire, and the thoughtful words lingered in his ears, and he suddenly remembered that Jiang Zetong was going to clean up his affairs in the afternoon.

Jiang Bao fell back with a smile, all his weight on the person behind him, "Wait for you to clean me up."

"That's what you said, I can't ask for more." Jiang Zetong hugged Jiang Bao horizontally and entered the bedroom.

This cleaning lasted until three or four o'clock in the morning, and Jiang Zetong fell into a deep sleep with the fragrant person in his arms.

When he woke up again, Jiang Zetong found himself back in the past.

Back to Jiang Bao's past.

He finally fully saw what Jiang Bao had experienced in the past, and his heart was so painful that it was about to break.

Jiang Bao in his previous life was also well protected. Jiang Zetong watched the two grow up, and saw his own emotional changes from the perspective of a bystander.

Jiang Zetong felt that he knew himself well enough. When he regarded Jiang Bao as his younger brother, he took care of his younger brother.Such a little Douding, a clumsy and beautiful little life, who called his brother with milk, satisfied all Jiang Zetong's childhood expectations for family and friendship, but this little Douding suddenly turned into a beautiful boy one day and fell into his arms.

Sincerely, since then, every sound of Brother Jiang has turned into a spell, making him willing to be bound.

He moved through his youth, and when Jiang Bao was an adult, he saw the surprise he had prepared all night, as well as his unspoken confession.

I saw how Jiang Bao went on a trip together when he was 19 years old, how he tossed and turned when he slept on the same bed at night, and saw how cold the night when he was wrapped in a blanket and insomnia was cold.

Finally, Jiang Bao is about to turn 20 years old, this Jiang Zetong also wants to understand his feelings, he can't let go, he wants to teach Jiang Bao to be enlightened.

The process of getting enlightened is too difficult. In the days when Jiang Bao ate, drank, and simply painted, there was no such thing as a relationship between a man and a woman, so even if Jiang Bao studied in China in this life, Jiang Zetong was just his good brother.

But on the day Jiang Bao turned 20, the sky fell.

Jiang Zehan, who had been plotting for a long time, joined hands with the second and third eldest of the Jiang family to kill Mr. Jiang first, forcing Jiang's father and mother to be devastated, and then designed Jiang Zetong to have a car accident.

He saw Jiang Bao scratching his bleeding fingers, saw Jiang Bao bump into his trembling body, and when he managed to lead the people out a bloody path, the explosion behind them did not let them go.

Jiang Zetong saw himself dead.

But Jiang Bao didn't want to believe it. He lay on his chest, stubbornly went to listen to the heartbeat, and yelled to explain to everyone, saying that he had heard the heartbeat, and begged them not to give up on the rescue.

Jiang Zetong hugged Jiang Bao tremblingly, with countless sorry voices stuck in his throat, but a weightless hug was destined not to comfort others.

Jiang Bao fainted, and Jiang Zehan came to show off his power when he was half asleep and half awake. When he woke up again, he forgot all about it.

According to his memory, Jiang Zetong was only on a business trip and was very busy, so he couldn't make phone calls to interfere with his work.If anyone mentioned anything wrong, Jiang Bao would smash anything at hand.

Later, when he went home to recuperate, Jiang Zetong followed him, seeing him unable to sleep every night, crying with his eyes open until dawn, and waking up the next day, still as usual.

Jiang Zetong wanted him to sleep and let him eat. He touched Jiang Bao's thin face and almost couldn't recognize him. This is still his beautiful brother.

I'm so hungry that I don't even have a human form.

Jiang Bao's situation was too bad, Lin Zhiqi soon found out, she tried all kinds of methods, but none of them worked, Jiang Bao didn't eat, and lived entirely on infusion of nutrient solution, relying on sleeping pills to help her sleep.

One day, the amount of sleeping pills was not enough, or he was resistant to the medicine. Jiang Bao woke up in the middle of the night and heard arguing downstairs.

The quarrel was fierce, and it was the first time he had a feeling for the outside world. Jiang Zetong saw the vitality in his eyes.

Jiang Zetong was about to cry with joy. He didn't expect Jiang Bao to be in such pain, and he didn't even have a solution.

If he could reduce even a little bit of pain, he would rather Jiang Bao completely forget him as a person.

The person he held dear to his heart when he was alive would not want him to be hurt after death.

But he couldn't do anything anymore, he watched helplessly that the Jiang family was ruined and had nothing, watched Jiang Bao being put into a mental hospital by Jiang Zehan, and watched a fire burn everything down.

He hugged Jiang Bao in the fire, as if he could completely merge with Jiang Bao in this way, and even really felt the tingling of his soul.

The eyelids were red, and the hot light shone on his face. When Jiang Zetong opened his eyes, he hadn't recovered yet.

"Brother, you can sleep well!"

Jiang Bao had been awake for an hour. Seeing that Jiang Zetong was fast asleep, he didn't bother him, and ordered lunch outside. Now that the meal was here, he just came in to wake Jiang Zetong up.

"Come here, baby."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Bao asked, still walking over habitually.

He was a little embarrassed when he was hugged by Jiang Zetong, feeling the strength of his waist, he hissed softly.

"Did I hurt you?" Jiang Zetong's eyes were red, he was rarely so vulnerable in front of Jiang Bao, and it frightened people all at once.

"No, no, why don't you hug him." Jiang Bao lowered his head and kissed him, imitating Jiang Zetong's way of coaxing him, "Did brother have a nightmare? Whether you're afraid or not, it's all fake."

Jiang Zetong pressed against Jiang Bao's chest, and all the hot tears flowed into the other's heart.

Jiang Zetong still refused to say what kind of dream he had, but Jiang Bao felt that Jiang Zetong's kindness to him had gone up to a higher level, almost to the point of meticulous care.

"Brother, I'm not a porcelain doll."

"Yes, you are Crystal."

It doesn't make sense to say anything, Jiang Bao simply stopped talking, and used Jiang Zetong's way to himself, and turned it over to Jiang Zetong. As the saying goes, use magic to defeat magic.

After a year of this, Jiang Zetong and Jiang Bao not only did not give up this way of getting along, but got used to it.

The consequence of this kind of behavior is that there are countless posts on the Internet, shopping together, watching exhibitions together, watching games and movies together, going out to travel and having family dinner parties...

Everyone is concerned about one thing, such a pair of heavenly couples, they haven't even put on a ring for each other yet!

On the night of Jiang Bao's 24th birthday, Jiang Zetong knelt on one knee, facing the ocean, the moon, and Jiang Bao, and made the most solemn promise in his life.

"Jiang Bao, will you marry me?"

The ring was put on the ring finger, the dimples on Jiang Bao's cheeks shone with starlight, and his voice was entangled in the wind.

"I am willing."

The author has something to say: Thank you to everyone who accompanied me here, I love you, see you next time, mua!