Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Zhaixing was slightly taken aback.

He raised his hand subconsciously, and when he touched his cheek, the temperature fed back from his fingertips was slightly warm.But other than that, Ji Zhuixing was sure that he didn't have any discomfort, and he was afraid that his father would send him to the hospital for examination, and something would happen at the art exhibition.

"No." Ji Zhuixing's voice was slightly muffled, "It's a bit hot in the exhibition hall."

"Ah, this, I told the control room not to turn on the air conditioner too low..." Ji's father was attracted to pay attention again, and explained.As he was talking, he saw Ji Zhuixing staring at him with wide-open black and round eyes, and praised as if looking forward to it: "Father's paintings are so beautiful."

Even in the world and abroad, there have never been many words of praise for Ji's father's paintings, and some people have specially written articles and scores. Every sentence of praise can be called a work of dragon and phoenix; After sighing, he felt exhilarated, and his eyes narrowed into corners with pride: "Cough, it's not that powerful, Xing Xing still knows too little about Dad."

At this time, if the media passed by and took pictures of Father Ji's expression and published it in the newspaper, I am afraid that the impression of this mysterious, aloof and eccentric painter will collapse from all over the world.

When young master Ji wants to please others, he can actually appear very attractive.What's more, the object was Ji's father, who was so coaxed that he couldn't find Bei with a few words, Ji Zaixingcai politely asked: "Then Dad, I want some of your paintings, can I?"

Not to mention a few finished paintings, even if Ji Zhuixing gave him an idea, Ji's father could draw a few for him on the spot and send it to him, so naturally he responded in a hurry.

But after agreeing, Father Ji seemed to think of something: "However, some of those paintings will be used for charity auctions, and some of them have already been bought by my friends, and they are only temporarily displayed in the exhibition hall."

Ji Jiexing suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Which ones are they?" Young Master Ji raised his head slightly and asked obediently.

"Most of them are those not-so-good paintings of people... What's wrong, stars?"

Ji Zhaixing: "..."

Then again, most of the paintings that Ji's father's friend bought were those paintings with hidden ghosts. The degree of coincidence even made Ji Zhuixing have to be vigilant.

Could it be that beside Ji's father, there are already some people with evil intentions?

Ji Jiexing originally promised to release the ghosts living in the paintings.In terms of his status, this was just a matter of lifting his hands.

Even if he is facing Ji's father now, as long as he is willing to act like a baby, his father will probably break his promise to that friend and keep the painting.

But Ji Zhaixing was always unwilling to embarrass his father because of him.

After walking a few steps in thought, the young master looked up at his father, the bright red lips on his snow-white skin were bitten red.Ji Zhaixing asked unconsciously: "Father, can I go see your friend?"

"I was going to take you there." Ji's father said happily, "This is my invitation."

The dining place agreed by Ji's father and his friend was not far from the exhibition, about a quarter of an hour's drive away.But it is quite hidden, in the alleys of the old town of Jiangcheng.It is the private kitchen of Ji's father's friends, and it only entertains the host and his friends. It is a classic invitation system, so it is not well known to the outside world.

Ji Jiexing and his father got out of the car, and a waiter led them to the second floor.Although it is only a private kitchen, it has a large space, and it is blocked by bamboo forest and floral foil - it is said that other floors still have different styles.

After entering the second floor, the waiter paused for a moment, stopped, and said with a standard bow: "Mr. is waiting for two guests inside."

Ji's father walked over first, and Ji Zhuixing saw that the man had his back turned to the figure, his back was straight, he was wearing a silver-white Tang suit, and his hair was jet black.

Because the Tang suit is really very mature, plus the preconceived concept of "father and friend".When Ji Zhuixing walked over, he also yelled very politely.

"Hello, uncle."

The figure seemed to stiffen slightly.

Ji's father had already taken his seat unceremoniously, and said very naturally: "My son. How is it, is he excellent?"

When Ji Zhaixing walked over, he realized why the man was a little frozen.It turns out that although he is a good friend of Ji's father, he is actually very young, at most 23 or [-] years old. Ji Zhaixing's "uncle" is not wrong in terms of seniority, but he is a little older in terms of age .

The situation in which they met seemed to be the complete opposite of Ji Zhaixing's normal meeting with people.

That friend didn't look at Ji Zhaixing, lowered his eyes slightly, and stared at a cup of green spring tea at his fingertips, silently.On the contrary, Ji Zhuixing stared at his slightly revealing face without blinking.

The face in front of him was obviously unfamiliar and completely unfamiliar, but somehow it gave Ji Zhaixing... some subtle feelings.It seems that the person in front of me is implicated in a certain trait, and it is difficult for people not to care.

On the contrary, Father Ji was a little dissatisfied, and urged: "I'm asking you something."

The man in the Tang suit said in a calm manner: "Very good."

Although this evaluation is a bit brief, it can't be heard as perfunctory, and the tone is still sincere.Father Ji knew his friend's character, so he reluctantly stopped asking.

Ji Zhaoxing sat next to his father, and Ji's father ordered food.He asked with a smile: "It turns out that my father still has such a year-end friendship, but I haven't heard you mention it."

Although Ji Jiexing was asking Ji's father, his eyes fell on the silent man opposite.

Having said that, Ji's father also gave a strange "ah" and said, "I have known him since he was in college, and it has been five or six years in total, but we have never visited each other's homes..."

"Besides, you never mentioned me to Young Master Ji." The man moved his eyes from the tea soup, showed a gentle smile, and complained with a joke that didn't fit his temperament, "Our friendship is really plastic." .”

Father Ji felt a little embarrassed after saying this.He said vaguely, "Hey, I don't forget, why don't I introduce you now? Zhai Xing, this is my father's friend, the current head of the Dong family, Dong Ling, you call him... Uncle Dong."

So Ji Zhaixing shouted obediently again: "Uncle Dong."

Dong Ling: "..."

The Patriarch of the Dong Family didn't know why, but smiled a little reluctantly and said: "I am not a few years older than Young Master Ji, why not call me Brother."

Father Ji: "No way, that's not taking advantage of you and messing up your seniority."

Dong Ling: "..."

But when Ji Zhuixing heard the surname, he remembered something.

Although Dong has a common surname, there are only a few people in Jiangcheng who can represent the "Dong family", so he mentioned by the way: "Does Uncle Dong also know Dong Sicheng?"

"Well, Brother She." Dong Ling sipped his tea and said, "He has been a little outrageous recently, and he had some romantic affairs, so I locked him at home and thought about his mistakes behind closed doors."

I don't know why, but the accent of that "love affair" is particularly strong.

Ji's father persuaded: "That's impossible, your brother is about the same age as our family's Zhaixing. Children of this age are rebellious, and they want to be educated happily. Where can they be hard, they are divorced from their families."

Dong Ling said in a deep voice: "I heard that he was in school, and he harassed Young Master Ji several times."

"What?" Ji's father was furious, "Break his leg!! Dong Ling, what do you do with the child?"

Ji Jiexing explained: "It's not often harassing." His voice was covered by Ji's father.

Patriarch Dong was not angry when he was yelled at like this, but instead said seriously: "Well, if there is a next time..."

"Break his leg."

The tone is understatement.

It stands to reason that parents who say such things are mostly angry words in the midst of anger.But judging from Dong Ling's depressed expression and tone of voice, Ji Zhuixing actually had a feeling that he really would.

However, Dong Ling's gloom was only for a moment.In a blink of an eye, his eyes fell on Ji Jiexing, he took a handful of tea sincerely, and apologized: "I also wronged the young master for being more tolerant. This meal is for friends, and especially for young master Ji. I will also come to the door to apologize in the future, To make atonement for my younger brother's presumptuous act."

He even said the word "redemption", although Father Ji was still annoyed that Zhao Xing was being bullied somewhere, but he couldn't get angry at Dong Ling's appearance, and let out a long sigh.

"..." Ji Zhuixing always felt that something was wrong, "You speak seriously."

However, Ji Jiexing still had the matter of painting in his heart, so he had to let Dong Sicheng take the blame, and asked along the way: "If Uncle Dong is worried, then the younger generation really has something to ask for."