[Comprehensive] Reincarnation Thousand Years

Since the mother left the hospital and the family had an extra mouth to eat, all the attention of the Zhao family's parents was on Zhao Rongxia's younger brother.

For Zhao Rongxia, she felt more at ease with what they did.

During the whole summer vacation, Zhao Rongxia took his box of painting tools and went to sketch together with his teacher, Professor Yin.

Professor Yin, who was neatly dressed, and Zhao Rongxia, who was full of vitality, went out with a bunch of things and came back with a lot of things.

In Professor Yin's view, this rural area, which has not been affected by modern technology and urbanization, exudes a vitality that cannot be seen in the city.

In the artist's eyes, even the grass on the roadside is a vibrant bright green, not to mention the light yellow and light pink flowers dotted among them.

For Professor Yin, no matter how well the plants in the city are taken care of, they all have a faint gray color, but in the eyes of ordinary people, this rural place is the place he expected, which is the place where they can breed The land of his inspiration.

The two people, one big and one small, ran around the land inseparably all day long. Professor Yin found a place he liked, and as soon as the easel was put on the stool, he sat down and began to paint regardless.

On the other hand, Zhao Rongxia continued to practice his sketches leisurely.I will put the coloring work at home and talk about it later.

In Professor Yin's opinion, his disciple is good everywhere.

The first time we met, Zhao Rongxia didn't see him, but he saw Zhao Rongxia's painting.

Unhurried, organized, and very clear about what he wants to draw.

——Not to mention the illusory thing like inspiration, which is only at her fingertips for her.

It is true that there are geniuses who don't know what they are painting, but finally draw amazing works, but most of them just draw things that no one can understand.

Zhao Rongxia is different, she may not be able to become the next Leonardo Da Vinci, but Professor Yin absolutely cannot accept that her talent is wasted in the years.

The master-student friendship between the two deepened day after day, but at some point, there was a follower around the two of them.

In hindsight, maybe at some point, this boy named Zheng Yingqi appeared beside the two of them.

Unlike boys of the same age, he doesn't like running around on the field ridges, or wasting the whole summer on various boring games. He quietly appears beside the two, watching them play in a certain Set up the easel, put down the stool, and spend the day with the two of them.

Professor Yin asked him at first: "Would you like to drink some water?" Turning his head to look at the drawing board in front of him, he completely forgot what he said just now. The water bottle was given to Zheng Yingqi, and he said "thank you" with a refreshing smile. After going back and forth, the original trip of two people became three people.

Anyway, Professor Yin doesn't dislike having such a studious child around him. Zhao Rongxia has always been dispensable to the changes in the environment around him, and Zheng Yingqi is compared to his family who is always crying and crying The reincarnated younger brother of the Great Demon King is even better.

Within a few days, Zhao Rongxia's mother's brand love bento changed from one serving to two servings.The other one is for Zheng Yingqi.

Anyway, Zhao Rongxia's family, no matter what the conditions are now, it doesn't matter if they can afford an extra mouth to eat.What's more, the Zhao family has never used leftovers to make up for the food when preparing meals.

I don't know if it's the shadow left by my childhood. Even if Zhao's father took the leftovers from the family to feed the two wolfdogs who guarded the house in the backyard, he was determined not to let his family members eat them.

Zhao's mother would say something before, but she couldn't resist her husband's unyielding attitude, so she could only use her brains on the portion of the food.

In Zhao Rongxia's opinion, mother Zhao's self-taught actuarial work is good enough for any company's canteen purchasing work.

To be honest, even before seeing Zheng Yingqi himself, Zhao Rongxia knew that there was a boy named Zheng Yingqi in this place.

The things she heard from the guests who came to eat in the dining hall at home were nothing more than "a boy who lived with his grandmother." and "his parents never showed up."

No matter how you say it, treating other people's lives as side dishes for drinking is a vice that Zhao Rongxia can't accept.

As for Professor Yin, after getting acquainted with him, he himself quickly fell in love with Zheng Yingqi, a boy.

After all, Zheng Yingqi is about the same age as his son (only two years younger than him), good-looking, quick-witted, not to mention his EQ is on the standard line.

My lord, everyone likes such a clever child.

As for Zhao Rongxia, if she wants to get along well with others, she can do it as long as she works hard.

Two days after gaining Professor Yin's favorability, Zheng Yingqi will follow behind Zhao Rongxia, shouting "Sister Rongxia" one by one, selling her so cute.

Professor Yin has become a special landscape in this rural place.

——A well-known artist from a big city has stayed in this place for many years—even if the neighbors don’t know how many paintings this professor has painted, the artist himself is familiar among everyone in this place.

Zhao Rongxia followed Professor Yin and basically did all the work that the disciple should do. ——Except for carrying things, the work is shared equally between the two.

Ask a little girl to help me carry things, even if Professor Yin will not do this kind of thing in another 100 years.

After Zheng Yingqi appeared, Professor Yin said proudly: "I also have a pair of disciples who can do it."

'Come on.Including Lian Yingqi, how many disciples have you accepted in total? '

Zhao Rongxia couldn't help curling her lips, Zheng Yingqi looked at her and blinked.Zhao Rongxia also blinked at Zheng Yingqi without thinking.

The two looked at each other tacitly for a few seconds, then looked away.

After the summer vacation, Zhao Rongxia discovered that Zheng Yingqi was in the same school as him.

She was completely unfamiliar with Zheng Yingqi before, so she didn't notice this. Now that she is familiar with Zheng Yingqi, she discovered such a thing.

From autumn to winter, since Zheng Yingqi, a younger brother, joined Professor Yin's school, when the Chinese New Year came, Zhao's mother said to Zhao Rongxia: "Come and have dinner with Yingqi's family."

Dad Zhao, who was reading the newspaper, nodded.

Zhao Rongxia put on his down jacket, put on his shoes, and walked out of the house.

There are only two people in Zheng Yingqi's family including him, he and his grandmother.

Since that day, Zheng Yingqi and Grandma Zheng have become regular visitors to the Zhao family.

Zhao Rongxia said to himself: "Anyway, I have to cook so many meals and vegetables every day, and it doesn't matter if there are two more people." Even if such a small amount of food is paid for, it is not a person who does big things.

Zhao's father may have such a temper, which led to the situation that although the family has no debts, they can't save much money.

Even if my mother desperately wanted to save money, but if she didn't pay attention, the money slipped from her fingers like sand in her hands.

For Zhao Rongxia, this change is just that before her younger brother Zhao Yijun, who is still breastfeeding, can call her "sister", she has a "brother" who can call her "sister" in front of her.

Although in the second year of their acquaintance, Zheng Yingqi was emotionally unstable for a while after returning from a certain funeral.

Zhao Rongxia didn't ask anything, just dragged him and ran on the ridge for a long time, then silently stayed beside him who was exhausted, hugging his knees and crying loudly, and handed him a handkerchief to wipe away his tears when necessary.

"I've never coaxed that brat Yijun before!"

Zhao Rongxia brought up this matter in a timely manner, while Zheng Yingqi shamelessly buried her head on Zhao Rongxia's back, her tone was softer than cotton candy: "Sister Rongxia..."

How much do the citizens of this country like to call people who are not related by blood sister or brother? !

Zhao Rongxia has always had bad contact with this way of addressing.She really doesn't like the inexplicable addition of a bunch of "relatives" who come from who knows where.

She has always called people she doesn't know well by their first names, and people she knows just cut out their surnames and call them by their first names.

In the class, Zhao Rongxia didn't have many friends, but he was not isolated or even encountered any incidents of school violence.

She is good enough, so good that the teacher is willing to open the back door for her, and she has enough ideas, no one has ever shaken her.

Not at all confused, the goal is clear, and this is the direction of efforts.

Every year on Teacher's Day, the head teacher always counts the gifts she has received in front of her students.Zhao Rongxia is sending homemade greeting cards every year.

Since she joined Professor Yin's school, the value of these greeting cards has been rising steadily, to the point where the head teacher even showed his embarrassing expression to Zhao Rongxia.

For Zhao Rongxia, there is absolutely no need to spend money on this head teacher who dislikes the poor and loves the rich.Her parents once wanted to stuff money or give some expensive things to the head teacher on Teacher's Day, but Zhao Rongxia told them very simply: "The homemade greeting cards made by your daughter will have a chance to become big-ticket things in the future. It is better to stuff money It would be better to send this here."

Parents are easily persuaded by their daughter, who has always been assertive.

Professor Yin is a master of oil painting in Korea. As long as he takes Zhao Rongxia to show up in his circle, and introduces people around, "This is my student, Zhao Rongxia." Her paintings will be stained immediately. Professor Yin's light has become something that can be sold.

Although Zhao Rongxia prevaricated the head teacher with a self-made greeting card, it doesn't mean that others can also succeed.

The greeting card with "I love you, Teacher Park" written all over it was ridiculed wantonly. Zhao Rongxia pressed down the recording pen on the table the first time the teacher started to insult him.

"What is this! Oh, what is this?"

The head teacher shook the greeting card in his hand, and the boy who gave this gift looked like he was about to cry.

All the other students were laughing - except the boy's deskmate - Zhao Rongxia.

Yin Junxi was shocked when he knew that Zhao Rongxia wanted a "recording pen" as a birthday gift, but Zhao Rongxia used "record what the teacher said in class, and you can review it as many times as you want when you go home." This reason, obediently So Yin Junxi gave him this thing.

Thanks tech.

Zhao Rongxia thanked silently in his heart, and sighed that it was such a good luck to come to his door. After the teacher said everything that should be said and should not be said, Zhao Rongxia stood up, handed the boy a handkerchief, He raised the recording pen in his hand and pressed the replay button.

Those words were replayed.

The whole class fell into dead silence.

"It's really interesting, why don't you continue talking?"

Zhao Rongxia straightened up and looked around the head teacher's pale face instantly, as well as the confused eyes of the classmates who couldn't understand the situation. Some of them figured it out, so their faces changed.

"Mr. Park, this is outright school violence. How much do you think they like this subject if you give this recorder to the media? Although your behavior may be happening across the country at this moment, even reporters may have experienced it before. , but I believe that they will definitely love the theme of 'a cold-blooded teacher who hates the poor and loves the rich bullying the poor students'. Don't worry, you may become famous all over the country overnight." Zhao Rongxia's attitude is so calm, but The words he said were all so terrible, "Let me think about it, how would those media give you a nickname?"

A well-placed smile appeared on her face.

"Evil teacher, the scum of the education world, will you still question the quality of the teachers in this whole school by the way? I believe that Mr. Principal will not be on your side at that time."

Teacher Park rushed over to take away the recording pen from Zhao Rongxia's hand, but Zhao Rongxia threw it out of the window——

Before class, she had just sent a text message with Zheng Yingqi.

The mobile phone was specially purchased by Professor Yin in order to contact his two disciples.

Now Zheng Yingqi's class is a physical education class, and Zheng Yingqi asked for leave this time and stayed in the classroom to rest.

Zhao Rongxia believes that Zheng Yingqi will take back the recording pen, this is a tacit understanding formed by the two over the past year.

Sure enough, after Zhao Rongxia threw away the recording pen, Zheng Yingqi walked into the flower bed and picked up the pen.

The voice recorder dropped on the soft ground, except for a little dirt - it was unscathed.

"Let's talk about it, Teacher Park."

Zhao Rongxia looked at Teacher Park who rushed in front of her, still smiling.

"If something happens to me now, do you think my parents will swallow their anger? A countryman like me will never wrong myself for the sake of face."

"In the end, in the end, what do you want, you..."

Teacher Park has already compromised.

"Apologize." Although Zhao Rongxia is much shorter than Mr. Park, but at the moment he has a condescending coldness, "Kneel down and apologize to my deskmate."

Seeing Teacher Park kneeling down, Zhao Rongxia looked at the classmates in the class and smiled coldly.

"All of you who are booing after seeing this are all guilty. By the way, do you think I only have this recording pen?" This is true.

"When the politician's son succeeds his father's class in the political arena, I believe that the political opponents of your party will be very happy to accept the ridicule that you used to insult your classmates in elementary school."

Zhao Rongxia looked at himself and turned his head to look at his front desk.

"Ah, by the way, don't think of excuses like 'young and ignorant'. How can the people use such people to run the country when they are still young and ignorant in the sixth grade of elementary school?" The people of the country believe in this, the students at the front desk, you are finished."

The boy at the front desk was pale.

"Stars, leaders of big companies, journalists, politicians... as long as it is a glamorous profession, there is absolutely no room for stains. So, what are you going to do?"