Little Terrified Bun

The atmosphere is awkward.

Wei Jing was sitting on a chair, drawing absently. He didn't expect Xu Jiaming's apprentice to be the melancholy prince boy who shared the same dish with him yesterday.

What made him even more embarrassed was that when he heard the other's name, he remembered who this young man was?

Li Fei.

At the age of 21, he brutally killed his biological father and bury the body, and when he was arrested by the police, he still screamed with a grimace—that man should die, I don’t regret killing him. The whole country was shocked and yelled at the boy as a white-eyed wolf.

At that time, this matter still occupied the hot search for several days.

Finally the boy was sentenced to life imprisonment.

Wei Jing was still helping out on Weibo at the time, and felt that this man was really hateful. Even his biological father could kill him. It was not cold-hearted and cold-blooded.

Now the time has passed. From 2011 to 2002, the man who killed his biological father at the time became the shy and shy young boy beside him. Wei Jing feels that time is really a strange thing that can change a person beyond recognition.

Just like him.

When I was a child, I probably never thought that I would betray my eldest brother, just to let his father's eyes stay on him for a while.

"What's wrong? Do you want an eraser?" Li Fei asked in a daze when the child kept looking at him. Is there something wrong with him?

"No need, I have an eraser here." Wei Jing waved his hand and smiled awkwardly at the teenager.

"Oh!" Li Fei took the rubber back. He was very fond of children. Although he was dressed as finely as the teenager downstairs, he felt soft, glutinous, and harmless. The little animal makes him want to hold it in his hand and kiss him.

He is not a person who can speak nice things, and now he wants to talk to a child two words, but he can't find the topic.

All three people in the room were painting in silence, only the brush swish sounded.

The heating in the studio was fully turned on. After a while, Wei Jing couldn't stand it anymore. He got up and took off the down jacket and put it aside. When he turned around, he saw that the young boy’s forehead was hot with fine beads of sweat. Wei Jing was awkward. Head, asked in a puzzled way, "Brother Li Fei, aren't you hot? Or else take off your coat and put it with mine."

Li Fei's body stiffened, his eyes dodged, "No...no, I'm fine."

"Oh!" The rejected Wei Jing glanced at the boy curiously, then returned to his position and continued to paint.

On the contrary, Xu Jiaming on the other side was attracted by their conversation. He turned his head and looked up and down at Li Fei. Suddenly, his brows frowned and his face was puffed with anger. When the rest of the light swept to Wei Jing, he immediately retracted it.

Xu Jiaming put down the paintbrush in his hand and whispered: "Xiao Fei, come out with me."

"Master?" Li Fei looked embarrassed.

"Come out, don't you even listen to what the master said now?" Xu Jiaming snapped. Wei Jing was taken aback. The Xu Jiaming he came into contact with was all bold and gentle, and it was the first time that he looked so angry.

Li Fei bit his lips, put down the things in his hand and followed Xu Jiaming out of the studio.

Wei Jing was very curious in his heart, but the other two were obviously avoiding him. He was not a real child, so how could he be embarrassed and cheeky to follow?

In the study not far away, Xu Jiaming looked up and down Li Fei and said, "Take off your coat."

"Master...Master?" Li Fei still wanted to fight again, in case the master saw the traces inside, he would be too angry to eat again.

"Huh?" With the threatening auxiliary word, Xu Jiaming looked at his little disciple condescendingly. After raising the child for a year, he almost regarded him as half of his son. It's just that the child Li Fei looked soft, but in fact he was stubborn and refused to accept financial assistance, and refused to move to their home.

Xu Jiaming could only buy him some clothes from time to time. He told him that the selling price of the paintings was higher than the actual price, so he posted some of them and gave him some subsidies so that the child could live a better life.

As a result, it has been a year, even if the child has no meat, he is still thin.

Li Fei hesitated for a few seconds, and finally under Xu Jiaming’s majestic gaze, he took off his old cotton jacket. He was wearing a round-neck sweater underneath his clothes. The clothes were a bit big, showing the skin on the neck with A red stamp is extremely conspicuous.

Xu Jiaming gritted his teeth, pulled his clothes out a bit, and saw the boy's scarred back in the blur.

"He beat you again." Xu Jiaming really has a murderous heart at the moment. What a **** is a father, he is lazy and does not make money to support his family. He also drinks and gambles every day, and comes back to beat his wife if he loses a bet. child.

No matter how much money he has, he can't fill this hole of gamblers.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt." Li Fei shrugged indifferently and comforted: "Master, you also know that my skin is white. These marks look scary, but they don't hurt at all."

"Stupid boy." Xu Jiaming rubbed the child's head and was beaten. How could it not hurt? "You wait here, I asked your mother to bring some medicinal wine up, and I rubbed it for you to melt the blood."

Li Fei nodded obediently, the residual temperature on his head made people feel warm.

——

In a tea restaurant with a beautiful environment, a faint saxophone melody lingers in the ears.

Wei Zhe was sitting in a remote corner. Opposite him was a middle-aged man in his early thirties. He was small and thin, with his hair brushed meticulously behind his ears. He was wearing a clean and tidy blue striped suit. leather shoes.

In fact, this person is too thin to wear a suit at all, because he can't hold it up. It looks a little ridiculous like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

Wei Zhe picked up the black-and-white contract on the desktop and went through it quickly. He invested 3 million yuan, which accounted for 12% of the capital. The terms were very favorable. However, there is an additional condition that clearly states that he is only responsible for paying for the profit, and he has no right to control how the intermediate movies are made and what actors are used.

This is probably because the director is afraid that he is a thirteen-year-old boy, and does not know when he will be on a whim and specify the actor or who to add and subtract.

Wei Zhe smiled indifferently. He was not interested in making movies at all, and was purely to make some money.

After the two discussed the details, he readily signed.

The thin director was taken aback for a moment, looked at the handsome boy in front of him, and couldn’t help but said: “You really don’t look like a thirteen-year-old child. When I was your age, I didn’t understand anything. Just know to go out and play crazy."

Wei Zhe held the pen in his hand for a short pause. He pushed the document in his hand to the director's side and said calmly, "Before signing a contract, we always need to do some preparation, right?"

"You're right." The director sighed, eyes full of disgust, "Unlike me, I don't know people clearly, and almost ruined the movie."

The person who withdrew the investment was his best friend, so he didn't sign the contract in the first time. Who knows that after only two days, the other party turned his face and didn't recognize him.

"Don't worry." Wei Zhe got up and patted the man on the shoulder. "That person will regret it."

An opportunity to directly double assets tenfold is not always available.

The author has something to say: Wei Zhe: Watch me become magic, three million will become thirty million.

Wei Jing:...

I was so sleepy that I fainted, I'm so short, sorry, crying! QAQ