Cultivation of Diabolic Beasts by Relatives and Friends

Bai Zuohan remembered that this pig was only the size of a palm when it was a child, and its four slender hooves seemed unable to support its chubby body. With Zuo Han's posturing personality, he doesn't just buy whatever he likes when buying things. For example, he prefers a Beetle, but he wants to buy a Land Rover to show his noble taste; the same is true for pets, he is determined to keep a majestic one. The dashing Dupin, unfortunately, went to the flower and bird market and was fascinated by the little black eyes of this pig before he saw a suitable pup.

As soon as the black pig was taken home, Bai Zuohan regretted it. Others walk a famous dog, and if they can't do it, they can walk a little Jingba. You are a dignified university professor, and you are walking around with a pig. Is it plausible?

That's all, that's all!Bai Zuohan comforted himself, my pig is a miniature pig, only the size of a palm, and it is quite funny to keep at home!Unexpectedly, this pig breed is not pure, under Bai Zuohan's meticulous care, he ate well, slept well, and gained dozens of catties of fat after blowing. In the past, Sa Sa Huan was innocent and lively, but now he can make people sick with just Sa Sa Huan. Arch out a few meters away.

He loves face like Bai Zuohan, he can only watch sadly as his pig grows up day by day, the innocent grape eyes turn into evil black bean eyes, the cute short nose turns into an ugly long nose, the petite little Thin legs turned into thick, short legs...

What a tragedy!Bai Zuohan was so angry when he thought of this, he thumped the bed furiously, "That profiteer who sold me pigs! He lied to me."

Yang Xiaokong took a lot of effort to coax the black pig back to sleep, and persuaded: "Professor Bai, don't hold grudges, this is fate!"

"Go away!" Bai Zuohan pushed him, "You're laughing at me again!"

Yang Xiaokong held his hand, took a small bite, "You don't like it, I'll take it to the Porcelain Workshop tomorrow, and eat it when Xiaoqi comes back."

Bai Zuohan glared angrily, "Let Le Zhengqi eat me!"

"That's how you are. Even though you love it so much, you still think it's ugly." Yang Xiaokong laughed.

Bai Zuohan awkwardly pulled up the thin quilt, raised his hand and turned off the bedside lamp, "I raised it so big, it still has feelings..."

Yang Xiaokong embraced Bai Zuohan's waist, and lightly bit his shoulder, "Don't sleep, didn't you agree to translate foreign language documents for me?"

Bai Zuohan had no choice but to turn on the light again, "I still have class tomorrow morning! I'll read to you for half an hour."

Yang Xiaokong nodded obediently, and hurriedly handed over the book.

Bai Zuohan yawned, lay on his side, supported his head with his hands, and translated the English annotations in pauses. Some technical terms were half-guessed. After a few pages, he felt very boring, although he read all the sentences. I understand, but antique appraisal is not his specialty, so he was completely at a loss, so he asked Yang Xiaokong: "Do you understand?"

Yang Xiaokong swept away his usual silly look, focused on looking at the illustrations on the book, and replied simply: "Understood, you continue."

Bai Zuohan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Yang Xiaokong was very similar to his 20-year-old self in some respects!Pure and clean, full of dreams, and devoted to his own pursuit; but who knows, will he change his appearance as time goes by?Five or ten years from now, will he reveal his sharp claws, treat people and things without surprise, have sharp and mean eyes, and use all means to achieve his goals, turning into another Bai Zuohan?

Yang Xiaokong rested his chin on Bai Zuohan's shoulder, poked his lips with his fingertips, leaned forward and kissed him again, "Are you sleepy? Let's go to sleep."

"No, I'll read a few more pages, you listen carefully." Bai Zuohan smiled, turned a page and continued reading; for the first time, he had a strong desire to protect, he wanted to let this young man who knows nothing about the world The lover has no worries and pains, can't see the cruel side of this society, doesn't get frustrated and hurt, always lives in a world without bad people, always smiles and pillows beside him, and asks him for kisses in a childish way.

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At the beginning of October, various art selection exhibitions were in full swing. Bai Weiyu's two new creations won gold medals in different top art exhibitions. Cao Lao laughed so hard that he couldn't see his eyes. Shang slapped him hard twice, almost knocking him out.

Anyone who mentions Mr. Cao Tonghe's disciple Bai Weiyu, no one is ashamed!That frizzy kid is too young, but the honors he has won are like torpedoes, one after another, causing ripples in the art circle. It is better to envy Mr. Cao and have a talented successor like Bai Weiyu.

Bai Weiyu walked smoothly on this road, jumped several steps, never encountered any stumbling blocks, and his net worth climbed up "crack cengceng". Competitors of the same generation were only jealous; many critics looked at Focusing on him, for a while, all the art publications positioned him as an upstart of the younger generation of artists, and there were overwhelming praises of good intentions, but at the same time, there were inevitably sarcastic remarks; however, none of these could conceal his dazzling brilliance.

Yang Xiaokong looked at Bai Weiyu's award certificate eagerly, with envy on his face, "Brother Bai, you are really amazing!"

Bai Weiyu was triumphant, "You only call me Senior Brother at this time!"

Yang Xiaokong scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "I only worship you at this time."

Bai Weiyu lit a cigarette, took two puffs, stepped on the easel pretending to be chic, and beamed, "How is it? Am I becoming more and more like a senior brother?"

Cao Lao kicked him off the easel, "Son, do you know how to write the word 'modest'?"

Bai Weiyu rubbed his butt and muttered, "How do you write it?"

Cao Lao raised his willow stick and was about to hit him.

"Ah! I remembered how to write it!" Bai Weiyu jumped to avoid it, "Cao Lao, you are really too! Why are Xiao Kong and I pretending to be modest? True or false!"

Cao Lao thought about it, and hummed: "It's okay to be casual in front of your own people. Let me tell you, you must be careful when you go out and talk, and don't be caught by others."

Bai Weiyu spread his hands resentfully, "Oh, what a headache! People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of getting fat. I am a typical example of a big tree attracting the wind! Being a celebrity is really hard."

"Hey, hey..." Yang Xiaokong said coldly, "Weiyu, if you say such things outside, it's really embarrassing."

Bai Weiyu hooked his neck, "So I will confess my heart to you, I am calm outside! You listen, you listen, when I was interviewed, I just said that..." He took three steps back, facing He stood up straight to Yang Xiaokong, straightened his collar, put his hands behind his back, smiled restrainedly, and pretended to replay the interview process again: "This painting has caused such a big response, I am also unexpected, too many praises make me feel a little uneasy , I am still just a little boy on the road of art, I need to keep exploring, I hope there will be more different voices pointing out my shortcomings..."

"Enough, enough..." Yang Xiaokong waved his hands, "Let me vomit first."

Bai Weiyu held him back relentlessly, "It's not over yet! Wait until I finish the performance before vomiting."

Yang Xiaokong turned his head with a gloomy expression, "Brother, I beg you, please forgive me!"

"Junior brother, listen to me! I still have a very classic quote about pretending to be B..."

Cao Lao pulled down his willow stick unceremoniously, "What should I do, what should I do, don't make trouble for me here!"

Yang Xiaokong and Bai Weiyu were busy doing a bird's-eye scatter, looked at each other, and secretly smiled.

As soon as Mr. Cao turned around, Bai Weiyu bumped over and persuaded him sincerely, "Xiao Kong, I won some small prizes one after another during my second year of research like you, and you haven't even been selected yet. If you touch it, don’t get bored.”

Yang Xiaokong was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "I know what you mean, but you have aura in making lacquer paintings, how can I compare with you?"

Bai Weiyu patted him on the head in an old-fashioned way, "How can you say that? We have two styles! Mr. Cao thinks I'm too irritable and expects more from you. Don't let him down; a person's energy is limited, and I All your time is spent on professional work, and half of your time is devoted to studying porcelain, of course it can’t compare with me.”

"I'm not in a hurry, as long as I can learn what I like." Yang Xiaokong washed off the raw lacquer on his hands with camphor oil. Seeing Mr. Cao go to the showroom to look at the works, he took the opportunity to ask in a low voice: "I heard Senior Brother Chen Said, a school in Singapore hired you, why don't you go?"

"Shh..." Bai Weiyu glanced fearfully at the showroom, "Don't let Mr. Cao find out, he will beat me up."

"You are really..." Yang Xiaokong said helplessly, "It's a very good opportunity! People from other departments rush to go."

Bai Weiyu cut off a small piece of mother-of-pearl mother-of-pearl, smoothed it on sandpaper, and said angrily, "Foreigners always want to undercut the wall. People like us who learn modern painting combined with traditional art are very popular abroad, but they are not easy to develop in China. It's a weird situation."

Yang Xiaokong kept wiping the oil on his hands with newspapers, and said calmly: "I know what you think, but I didn't let you go for a lifetime. After working hard for a few years and coming back, it's better than being unemployed like this."

Bai Weiyu poked a cigarette butt on the corner of the table, shook his legs recklessly, and said, "I'm just content with the status quo. Now I'm developing well, and I don't lack food and drink. I can create and create with peace of mind. How carefree I am. Why go to an unfamiliar place to work hard? Besides, I am a language idiot, and I will suffocate to death if I have no friends in such a far away place."

Yang Xiaokong smiled, "You are just lazy."

"I'm lazy, what's the matter?" Bai Weiyu pushed him, and stared solemnly, "I see, you want to drive away my stumbling block, and you will be an upstart in the world of lacquer painting in the future, aren't you? Junior brother, You are so sinister!"

Yang Xiaokong was speechless, he picked up a small lacquer board and walked towards the dry room, "Okay, I'll go to hell if I keep talking to you."

Bai Weiyu hugged his waist and smiled lewdly, "Junior Brother, I'm just joking with you, don't be angry."

Yang Xiaokong raised the board high, "Don't move, it's not done yet!"

Bai Weiyu put his hands up, "Hey, little waist..."

"Hey!" Yang Xiaokong was sweating anxiously, "Itch, don't move around!"

Mr. Cao came out of the showroom, picked up the willow stick in a murderous manner, and twitched indiscriminately, "Why are you hugging each other again? You two hug each other all day, what are you talking about? Destroy the sect!"

Seeing that the momentum was not right, Bai Weiyu left Yang Xiaokong and ran away.

Holding the paint board, Yang Xiaokong dodged left and right, begging for mercy pitifully: "Oh, old Cao, it's none of my business..."

The Porcelain Workshop opposite Zhuangbitang opened its kiln today. Several pieces of underglaze red hair color are not satisfactory. The kiln workers took out the porcelain. Wei Nanhe took a look, shook his head and said, "Knock it off."

Bai Weiyu stole a duck paw from the kitchen and sat by the firewood kiln to join in the fun, "You're such a waste!"

Wei Nanhe waved his hands like chasing flies, "Go aside."

Bai Weiyu patted his butt and stood up, and was about to roll away obediently, when Wei Nanhe stopped him again and asked, "Did Xiaoqi call you?"

Bai Weiyu was chewing on the duck claws, spitting out the bones carelessly, "Sometimes."

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, but I don't think there's enough meat." Bai Weiyu said halfway, and asked suspiciously, "Why, he didn't call you?"

"No." Wei Nanhe touched his nose uncomfortably, "It's none of your business, get out!"

"What kind of attitude, what a big brother?" Bai Weiyu rolled his eyes and rolled away resentfully.

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A few days before Lezheng Qi went to the military training, he made a phone call every night to report the situation, babbling a lot of nonsense, but after a long time, that kid didn't know what he was busy with every day, so he didn't take the initiative to call; Wei Nanhe called and wanted to Ask him: Are you full?Are you tired?Are you homesick?

I don't want to, that dead child gets impatient without saying a few words, okay, don't ask everything, mother, you?I'm playing cards, that's all!

Wei Mingshou was hit hard, his breath was stuck in his chest and he couldn't get up or down, and he didn't call the child for three days to make fun of himself.

In the afternoon, I went to the department for a meeting, and the dean made a lot of comments on the professor qualification examination. Bai Zuohan sat next to Wei Nanhe, tapped on the armrest lightly, and asked, "This year, there is only one full professor in the school. Are you interested in competing with me?"

Wei Nanhe smiled wryly, "When Bai Zuohan comes out, who will fight with him?"

Bai Zuohan sneered, "Pull it down! You're so wronged, it's because you didn't get out of your thesis. Well, you can wait until next year!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wei Nanhe teased, "You should hurry up and get promoted this year, so make room for me next year!"

"There's only one quota for next year. I don't think you're going to have a chance." Bai Zuohan took out a cigarette and twirled it with his fingertips. He raised his eyebrows and glanced at Wei Nanhe. You go fight him next year."

The principal's nephew is teaching in the oil painting department, and his nepotism is particularly fierce. Wei Nanhe reckoned that he would not be able to stand up to him, so he said, "Then I'll wait until the next year."

Bai Zuohan hated that iron cannot be made into steel, "You just have no ambition!"

Wei Nanhe laughed, "It's been a year or two since I had no ambition. When I was judging the associate professor, I bumped into this guy. The principal asked the dean to come and talk to me. Didn't I just let him go?"

Bai Zuohan said disdainfully: "Unless I can't get what I want, it is absolutely impossible to consciously give it up to others. Even if I fight with you, I will not give it up."

"Zuo Han, you are so strong." Wei Nanhe took the cigarette in his hand, sniffed it under his nose, and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Kong is different from you, he and Bai Weiyu Very similar."

"How can it be like that! Nonsense." Bai Zuohan was dissatisfied, how could my little sheep be like that bum?

Wei Nanhe observed Bai Zuohan's expression, and said slowly: "Those two boys are weak from the bottom of their bones. If they compete for a spot in our position today, they will give up to each other."

Bai Zuohan snorted, "Ridiculous!"

"It's ridiculous. They don't have enough experience, and they still maintain that kind of innocence. After another ten years, when we reach our age, it may not be so; for example, Du Youshan and I..." Wei Nanhe stopped talking suddenly, Thinking of Du Youshan, I can't help but feel a little sad. 20 years ago, both of them were still ignorant teenagers. With an unrealistic dream, now that Du Youshan has undergone earth-shaking changes, why not Wei Nanhe?

Bai Zuohan sneered and said, "Remind the myth of the friendship between the two of you again? Nan He, you are always thinking about the old relationship, and it is too late to make up your mind to suppress Du Youshan until now!"

Wei Nanhe was quite surprised, "I suppressed him? How do you say that?"

After the dean finished his speech, the meeting ended after the applause. Wei Nanhe stood up and walked out with the crowd. Bai Zuohan followed and asked in a low voice: "The presidents of the Antique Collection Association and the Cultural Relics Protection Association have been alone for several sessions. Last time it was your father, this time the old man was helped by your father, he is not good enough and he is too old, next time it will be you or Du Youshan?"

Although the two associations are private in nature, they belong to the municipal cultural relics department and are authoritative organizations in the circle. Du Youshan is the chairman of the Antique Collection Association, and Wei Nanhe is the chairman of the Cultural Relics Protection Association. After her father retired, the president was completely useless.

Wei Nanhe looked at Bai Zuohan with a smile, and shook his head, "Zuohan, you don't understand the unspoken rules in our circle; the president will not be me, nor Du Youshan, the previous presidents were recommended by the directors , or be promoted by the current president, Du Youshan and I are recommenders, not candidates; the person I recommend is..."

Bai Zuohan's face turned serious, "Don't be kidding! You recommend a kid in his early twenties to be the president, so you're not afraid of being laughed at?"

"Zuo Han, you always think of things more sharply than others, so you immediately thought of Xiao Kong?" Wei Nanhe leaned to the left, avoiding Bai Zuohan's gaze, and his smile froze, "I'll tell you the truth. , this circle relies on ability to speak, Yang Xiaokong's ability is mysterious and mysterious, I use people's awe of this kind of ability, Du Youshan will never find a second more competitive candidate, The person he recommends will definitely suppress me, and the person I recommend will naturally not let him do whatever he wants, which is fair.”

Bai Zuohan said coldly: "I don't care how you guys fight, Yang Xiaokong is too young, it's not good for him to climb too fast."

Wei Nanhe lit a cigarette, shaking the ash carelessly, "He's 23, not too young! When you and I were his age, we were already in charge."

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Wei Nanhe never called Le Zhengqi. On the fifth day, a strange call came. Wei Nanhe connected, and Le Zhengqi yelled at the other end of the phone: "Wei Nanhe, why haven't you called me these few days?"

"I……"

"Farewell, my mobile phone has been shut down because I don't have any money, so I borrowed my classmate's mobile phone! You quickly top up 100 yuan for my mobile phone." Le Zhengqi finished speaking in one breath and fell silent.

Listening to the "beep...beep...beep..." on the other end of the phone, Wei Nanhe finally became furious!He called back the received call and said in a vicious voice, "Ask Le Zhengqi to answer the call!"

The unlucky classmate pulled Le Zhengqi over in fear, "Your uncle is so fierce!"

Lezheng Qizheng and his classmates played poker together in groups of threes and fours, holding their mobile phones on their shoulders, "Hey, what's the matter?"

Wei Nanhe's anger was burning violently, "I think your wings are stiff, right? You haven't called me for so long, what's going on?"

"Didn't my mobile phone stop!" Le Zhengqi listened absent-mindedly, threw out a stack of cards, and shouted at his classmates: "Oh! Shun Dongfeng! My, my..."

"What are you doing? Why is it so noisy there? Go to a quiet place and talk to me." Wei Nanhe snapped, "Did you hear that?"

"Okay, okay..." Le Zhengqi responded perfunctorily, threw out the cards in his hand, and burst out laughing a few times, "I'm lucky today, keep the account... Oh, let me tell you, the account is clear! The loser cards, I’ll come just make a phone call.”

Wei Nanhe heard that the noise gradually died down, so he suppressed his anger and asked, "How are you going these few days?"

"That's it, it's good." Le Zhengqi walked outside the door and sat down on the steps, "Hurry up and recharge my phone bill!"

The little boy has adapted to the life in the military camp, got along well with his classmates, and has a great time every day. The world will go around the same without everyone. Lezheng Seven can live a splendid life without Wei Nanhe. Wei Nanhe's sense of loss cannot be expressed in words Expressed, asked sourly: "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Le Zhengqi didn't even think about it, "There's nothing to say."

Wei Nanhe sighed silently, "Okay then, I'll spare you some time to recharge your phone bill; there's nothing else to hang up on."

"Wait a minute!" Le Zheng put his chin on his knees and said cheerfully, "Didn't last week be the Mid-Autumn Festival? Everyone gave out two pieces of mooncakes, which were very delicious."

Wei Nanhe forced a smile, "Everything tastes good when you eat outside, you little fool."

The little fool scratched his head, embarrassed, "I left a piece for you, stuffed it in the bag, and found it stinks this morning..."

Wei Nanhe paused, the suffocation in his chest dissipated immediately, he couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, "It's so hot, can it not be bad? Don't grow your brains."

"I'll go back in half a month. I've got a big tan again. You should feel distressed when you see it."

"Do you also know that I feel distressed?" Wei Nanhe walked happily into the yard, his whole heart softened; there is only such a little devil in the whole world who can be so capable, making the supercilious and arrogant Wei Mingshou feel sad for a while , Sometimes happy, sometimes like a nagging old lady, sometimes like an autocratic and unreasonable strict father.

Le Zhengqi murmured: "Nan He, I have made many friends."

"Learn to be smart outside, don't be bullied."

"Nonsense, everyone is fine."

Wei Nanhe took out a cigarette and asked with a smile, "Okay, what are you talking about with your new friends?"

"Don't talk about anything, let's play cards!"

"Just playing cards? What's the fun in that?"

"Of course it's not fun to just play cards, we still gamble money."

Wei Nanhe crushed the cigarette in his hand, "What did you say?"

Le Zhengqi said enthusiastically: "Gambling, have you ever played? I'll go back and teach you! When I was just learning, I kept losing, and I already owed my classmates more than 600..."

Wei Nanhe's face instantly turned grim, and he scolded the phone: "I let you go to college, not to let you learn to gamble! You son of a bitch! Do you want to piss me off? If you can lose 600 yuan today, you will lose 600 million in the future! "

Le Zhengqi was taken aback, covered his ears and explained: "I was very lucky today, and I got back more than 80 yuan..."

"It's not about the money!" Wei Nanhe walked around anxiously, growling like a mad dog, "Don't let me learn well! See if I will kill you! I'll warn you, and let me know that you gambled , I will cut off your hand!"

Lezheng hung up the phone in a hurry, shrunk his neck in fear, and said to himself: "You little bet! Why did you react so much? It's so scary..."

Someone in the dormitory shouted, "Lezheng Qi, have you finished your phone call yet? We've started!"

The dead child who has been taught repeatedly looked at his two surviving paws, stuck out his tongue, got up, and ran in: "Come, come, I'm the villager!"