Little Terrified Bun

Lecheng and the two of them were also embarrassed. Wei Jing was a cannon fodder who made up for it, but the other party changed suddenly and directly pushed the two of them down.

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

"Yes." Wei Jing nodded honestly, "I have studied oil painting for four years, but my painting is not good, and the teacher often scolds me."

Senior sister & Le Cheng: "..." Hehe!Did you pretend to be struck by lightning?

The homeroom teacher can be said to be in a good mood at this time. She patted Wei Jing's shoulder with great relief, and said to Yourong: "Okay, you go to class! Just leave this painting to me, Wei Jing, take care of yourself." Come on, don't let up, and strive to be in the top three when the time comes."

After seeing the paintings of the other two, Wei Jing regained some confidence, "I'll try my best to see."

The Youth Oil Painting Contest started with collecting oil paintings from all over the country, screened round after round, and finally selected the top 1 paintings, and then made paintings on the spot, appraised the judges, selected the top [-], and then selected from the top [-] Select No.[-].

After leaving the office, the three of them walked along the corridor of the school together.

Le Cheng's fair face was reddish, black forehead hair covered his eyes, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. He thought about what he had said to comfort Wei Jing before, and he felt particularly ashamed. With his painting skills, he was ashamed to say that others Just work hard?

"Wei Jing, you are really amazing. I have also studied oil painting for a long time, but none of the paintings are as good-looking as yours." The senior sister here praised her, her fair and glowing face was full of smiles, and her long black hair was blown by the wind , bringing bursts of fragrance.

Wei Jing said with an 'ah': "But senior sister, you have a lot to learn! Piano, dance, Go... Oil painting is just one of them. I'm not as good as you. Just learning to paint is enough for me. I don’t have the energy to learn anything else.”

The young boy's voice was sincere and unaffected, making even Xia Susu, who was used to being sought after, very happy to hear it.

She waved her hand, smiled reservedly and implicitly, and said modestly: "There, you are still more talented than me, come on! Wait until you become a great painter in the future!"

It was the first time 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. Where others couldn't see, he held his small hands tightly, and his palms were full of tears. Stained with sweat, he said cautiously with a little unconsciousness: "I'm...very talented in this area??"

"Of course." Xia Susu said as a matter of course: "You are only 12 years old this year, and you can draw such paintings, and you will definitely be even better in the future." The other party slapped the back, "Hey! You are a 12-year-old youth, how can you look like an old man, with your head raised, your back straight, your head high, you have excellent grades and a good family background. Can also draw... What's so good... Uh, I'm not confident."

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

Well!Although the younger brother's timid look with his head lowered and slightly sad is also very good-looking, but... a confident 'man' is more beautiful, isn't it?

Wei Jing covered his mouth and let out a 'puchi' laugh, with curved eyebrows and beautiful appearance, "Senior sister, are you a little different from what I imagined?"

"What do you think of me?" Xia Susu raised her eyebrows, with an expression that if you dare to speak ill of me, I will kill you.

Wei Jing tilted his head and thought for a while, then said, "A gentle and virtuous little fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world."

This time it was Xia Susu's turn to laugh, and her laughing image was ruined, "Oh my god! You are so funny, you have watched too many idol dramas! Eat more walnuts, nourish your brain, child, I feel sorry for you, it is easy to watch Being bullied."

Wei Jing: =-=

"Okay, stop teasing him." After walking this way, Le Cheng's face has returned to normal, "Put your smile away, and let others see it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on Xia Susu's face suddenly changed. The morning sun shone on her body, casting a layer of warm velvet halo on her. She was wearing a white knee-length dress today. The exposed calf was unbearable to hold, and there was a faint smile on the corners of the brows and eyes, which was as gentle as water.

The faces of the two male students who happened to pass by were flushed, their eyes secretly aimed at this side, and they murmured: "Senior Xia..."

One look and you know it's Xia Susu's fanboy.

Wei Jing: =-=

Mama!The contrast is too great, please be more sincere and less routine?

Le Cheng also had an indifferent expression on his face, he walked past the girl without looking sideways, stood beside Wei Jing, and showed it with his actions - I am not familiar with her at all.

Xia Susu groaned twice, curled her lips and said, "What's so strange? Do you dare to say that you don't have another side?"

Wei Jing was so questioned that he had nothing to say, who doesn't have a little secret?It's just... senior sister, the contrast with you is too great, he can't bear it a bit!Wei Jing took a deep breath, and told himself to go away, thinking about Nie Ningle's naughty princess disease, who has now become a bully in primary school, that's a high-spirited one.

So... Xia Susu is fine!

But... I still really want to kneel.

Maybe Wei Jing was too shocked. When he left, Le Cheng patted him on the shoulder understandingly, and said, "I want to be more open. I was almost confused by her at the beginning. Fortunately, I found her true face in the end." .”

Wei Jing: "..."

Are you always a three-beater of bone spirits? ?

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Yan family.

The adult Wei Zhe sat on the black leather sofa, with a lukewarm smile on his face, narrowed his long and narrow phoenix eyes slightly, and said, "Sorry, I have to go home tonight."

The lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and everyone looked at Mr. Yan in the main seat in unison.

Mr. Yan is over 70 years old this year, his hair is all white, and his face has wrinkles unique to the elderly. He is wearing a loose Tang suit at this time, with a string of Buddhist beads on his wrist. Come on, don’t even want to rest for one night?”

"There is still a child at home, I am worried about letting him live alone." Wei Zhe took a sip of the hot tea lightly.

"The illegitimate son??" Mr. Yan frowned, and everyone looked unhappy. After all, Wei He's illegitimate son was something they were used to, "Although the past is indeed the past, it's not It means you can raise his illegitimate son, have you heard of raising a tiger?"

The death of his daughter made old man Yan almost collapsed.

The child in the palm of your hand!The daughter he had pampered for so many years would be gone if he said no, why not make people sad?Doesn't make people sad?

"Wei Jing is only 12 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 not happy to see Wei He's blood - except for Wei Zhe.He snorted coldly, and said with great reluctance: "It depends on the child, right! Take him over with you when the time comes."