Little Terrified Bun

It turned out that the two of them were embarrassed as well. Wei Jing was a cannon fodder to make up the numbers, but the other party changed his body and directly pushed them down.

"Have you studied oil painting?" The senior sister looked at the young boy curiously with big round eyes.

"Yeah." Wei Jing nodded honestly, "I have studied oil painting for four years, but my teacher often scolds me for not painting well."

Sister & Success: "..." Haha! Did you pretend to be struck by lightning?

The head teacher can be said to be in a good mood at this time. She patted Wei Jing on the shoulder with great satisfaction, and said with You Rongyan: "Okay, you go to class! Just leave this painting to me, Wei Jing, hello. Come on, don't let up, and try to get the top three when that time comes."

After seeing the paintings of the other two people, Wei Jing has recovered a little confidence, "I will try to look at it."

The Youth Oil Painting Contest started by collecting oil paintings from all over the country, screening rounds, and finally selecting the top 100, then painting on the spot, appraising the judges, and selecting the top 20, and then from the top 20. Pick the first place.

After leaving the office, the three people walked together on the corridor of the school.

Yue Cheng's fair complexion is reddish, his black forehead covers his eyes, and his thin lips are tightly pressed. He thinks of his previous words to comfort Wei Jing, and he feels particularly embarrassed. Because of his painting skills, he is embarrassed to say others Just work hard?

"Wei Jing, you are really amazing. I have studied oil painting for a long time, but the paintings are not as good as you." The senior sister here praised her, her white to glowing face smiling and her long black hair blowing in the wind. , Bring bursts of fragrance.

Wei Jing said'Ah', "But there are a lot of things you have to learn, elder sister! Piano, dance, go chess... oil painting is just one of them. I am not as good as you. Just learn to paint. I don't have the energy to learn other things."

The young boy's voice was sincere and unpretentious, which made Xia Susu, who was accustomed to being pursued, listened in full swing.

She waved her hand, smiled reserved and reserved, and said modestly: "There are still you more talented than me, come on! Waiting for you to become a great painter in the future!"

It was the first time that Wei Jing heard someone say that he...has talent. He blinked and looked at the girl with beautiful cat eyes. His eyes were bright and innocent. The little hands were tightly held where others could not see, and his palms were full. Sweat, he cautiously said with a little unconsciousness: "I'm...very talented in this aspect??"

"Of course." Xia Susu took it for granted: "You are only twelve years old this year, and you can draw such paintings, and you will definitely be even more powerful in the future." After that, she looked at the young boy up and down, frowning, hard. He slapped the other person on the back, "Hey! Twelve-year-old great youth, how can you look like an old man with your head up, your back straight, your head high, your grades are excellent, your family background Good, can paint...what's so good... uh, not confident."

After thinking for a while, Xia Susu found such a suitable word.

Well! Although the timid appearance of the younger student with his head down and a little sorrow is also beautiful, but... a confident "man" is more beautiful, isn't it?

Wei Jing covered his mouth and laughed ‘pouch’, with curvy eyebrows and beautiful appearance, "Senior sister, are you a little different from what I imagined?"

"What do you think of me?" Xia Susu raised his eyebrows, and if you dared to speak ill of me, I would be ashamed of you.

Wei Jing tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Gentle and virtuous, a little fairy who does not eat the fireworks."

This time it was Xia Susu’s turn to laugh, and her image of laughter was ruined, "Oh my god! You are so funny, you have watched too many idol dramas! Eat more walnuts, nourish your brain, children, love you, it’s easy to watch Being bullied."

Wei Jing: =-=

"Okay, don't make fun of him." After walking along the way, Yue Cheng's face has returned to normal, "Catch your smile, and let others see it..."

As soon as his words fell, the expression on Xia Susu’s face suddenly closed, and the morning sun sprinkled on her, giving her a warm fluffy halo. She was wearing a white knee-length skirt today. The exposed calf was unbearable to hold, and the corners of the eyebrows and eyes had a slight smile, which was gentle as water.

The two male classmates who happened to be passing by had flushed faces, their eyes were secretly aiming here, and they murmured: "Sister Xia..."

At first glance, he knew that he was Xia Susu's fan.

Wei Jing: =-=

Ma Ma! The contrast is too great, can you be more sincere and less routine?

Yue Cheng also had an indifferent expression. He walked past the girl without squinting, stood beside Wei Jing, and showed it by action--I don't know her at all.

Xia Susu hummed twice, and said, "What's so strange? Do you dare to say that you have no other side?"

Wei Jing had nothing to say when he was asked. Who doesn't have any secrets yet? It's just... Sister, your contrast is too big, he can't bear it! Wei Jingshen took a breath and told himself that the princess Nie Ningle's disease of the bear child has now become a primary school tyrant. That is a high spirit.

So... Xia Susu is fine!

But... I still want to kneel.

Perhaps Wei Jing was too shocked. When he parted, Yuecheng patted him on the shoulder with a special understanding, and said: "I want to start, I was almost confused by her at the beginning. Fortunately, I finally discovered her true face. ."

Wei Jing: "..."

Are you always beating the bones? ?

——

Yan family.

The grown-up Wei Zhe was sitting on the black leather sofa with a lukewarm smile on his face, his narrow phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he said, "Sorry, I have to go home tonight."

There was a sudden silence in the lively atmosphere, and everyone looked at the old man on the main seat.

Mr. Yan is now in his seventies this year, with all white hair and wrinkles peculiar to old people on his face. He is now wearing a loose Tang suit with a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. "What are you going to do? One trip, not even a night's rest?"

"There is a child in the family. I don't worry about letting him live alone." Wei Zhe took a sip of the hot tea ceremony.

"That bastard?" Old man Yan frowned, and everyone looked unhappy. After all, Wei He's **** made them so accustomed to the group. "Although the past is indeed the past, it is not. It means that you can raise his illegitimate child, and raise a tiger as a trouble. Have you ever heard of it?"

The death of her daughter almost broke his body.

The child in his palm! He has spoiled his daughter for so many years, and said that he would be gone. Doesn't it hurt?

"Wei Jing is only twelve years old this year, and his mother's death has nothing to do with him." Yan Xiaoya died when Wei Zhe was three years old.

Of course Mr. Yan knew this truth, but he was upset when he saw Wei He's bloodline—except Wei Zhe. He snorted coldly, and said reluctantly: "It depends on the child, right? I'll take the other party together then."