After being reborn, it becomes a beautiful crying bag

"You don't need to ask, it's too late to pass the new year, and it's too hasty to prepare for school now."

Many students in the class went to study abroad directly after graduation, and everyone knew some basic information.They discussed enthusiastically in twos and threes, and they didn't notice Jiang Bao's expression that hesitated to speak.

He took a deep breath, and just about to interrupt everyone's guess and explain that he didn't want to go, he was interrupted by the class bell.

There is no suitable opportunity to bring up this topic later. Jiang Bao thought that everyone's focus will be diverted by the college entrance examination, so he didn't worry about it.

Because of the turmoil of Jiang Bao's ghostwriting, the closing ceremony of the International Oil Painting Competition was postponed. He took the newly received time and sent it to the venue in a glamorous way organized by Jiang Zetong.

This time, no one questioned Jiang Bao's ability. He stood on the highest podium, holding a bouquet in one hand and a trophy in the other, smiling brightly at Jiang Zetong's camera.

His paintings are still on display in the exhibition hall, and many little girls come here admiringly, talking and laughing quietly around the paintings. When Jiang Bao approached, he heard some bamboo horses or something falling from the sky.

He didn't understand, so he turned around and asked Jiang Zetong. Jiang Zetong couldn't tell whether he was happy or helpless, so he patted his head and explained that it meant two identities.

When the two were whispering, the group of girls also spotted them.

"Ah, is it Jiang Jiang? You are more beautiful and cute than in the picture!" The bold girl was not stingy with her praise, and blew a rainbow fart of [-] characters to Jiang Bao on the spot. If Jiang Bao's face was not too red to stop her, She could go on.

The other girls nodded, that's right, she is dead and we are professional at blowing rainbow farts!

Besides, how can something that is told the truth be called blowing? This is a solid rainbow fart.

"Jiang Jiang, don't be stressed."

"Yes, yes, Jiang Jiang, do you want to open a Weibo account? I used the enterprise account for clarification before. It seems useless for us to pay attention."

"If you have your own Weibo, you can also share your daily life, paintings, or record inspirations. It would be great if you could post selfies every day."

Although they are talking about taking selfies, you can tell by looking at their eyes. They have a great desire for Jiang Zetong's photos and daily life. When they praised Jiang Bao just now, they also included a little bit of private goods. It's too cold, and their main battleground is Jiang Bao, the sweet baby.

If Jiang Bao could hear their inner voices, he would definitely hear the unstoppable CP speeches.

[Oh my God, a real person is really good match, the height difference between pet cub and bamboo horse, I don't have a perfect match for looks]

Stared at by a few pairs of bright eyes, Jiang Bao was a little flustered, and he agreed to create a Weibo account without much thought.

Before, I was confused about where to put the strips, but now there is a place.

It's just that he doesn't want to publish it publicly, but wants to keep it for himself.

This method is also what the girl told him just now, inspiration can be placed in the draft box or only visible to oneself.

He thought about the feasibility of this matter for a long time, and left Jiang Zetong aside for a long time.

When he got home, Jiang Bao finally realized that something was wrong. The parking lot had already arrived, and the driver might have gotten off the car if he wasn't in the front row, but Jiang Zetong still sat in the car with him without saying a word.

He rubbed his stomach, which was not very full at the dinner, and felt worried, his eyebrows drooped, and his hairstyle lost its luster.

"Brother, let's go back to the house." Jiang Bao grabbed Jiang Zetong's sleeve and shook it quietly.It would work if his brother got mad at him.

The young man's clear voice was soft and flattering, and he was endearing even when he didn't need to show weakness. What's more, this output was specifically aimed at Jiang Zetong. He pinched his brows and sighed in his heart.

I don't know when Jiang Bao suddenly seemed to be enlightened, and learned some methods to handle him.

He didn't need to look to know where the hands that tugged on his sleeve just now had moved.

His eyes fell on the hem of the clothes, his slender and white hands were rubbing the fabric, the clothes were considered useless.

Jiang Zetong cleared his throat, "Let's go."

"Brother, let me tell you, I was just thinking that if I had a Weibo account, I would be able to record a lot of small things without blurring or losing them. It's a good way."

"Very good, all of us will support you." Jiang Zetong put the cooked noodles in front of Jiang Bao, and went into the kitchen to serve a side dish.

It's really good. In the past, Jiang Bao's attitude towards painting was not even considered correct, let alone attached importance to it. At most, it was considered a hobby and the type who learned better.

He had the same idea as Jiang's parents before, as long as Jiang Bao grows up happily, someone will naturally bear some of the burdens of life for him, so he doesn't have to worry about suffering.

But this time the matter can be resolved so quickly, and Jiang Bao's actions are timely and not small, which makes Jiang Zetong understand that Jiang Bao should face the world as an independent individual.

Jiang Bao can wander around at will, and he will take care of himself behind him.

With soft hair, a well-behaved and clingy cat-like boy, in fact, also has a calm heart.

Jiang Zetong's heart was beating violently, and his love for Jiang Bao increased day by day.

"Brother, I talked to my parents yesterday, and they said they would be back soon."

Holding the soup bowl, Jiang Bao drank a couple of sips and finally filled his stomach. He put down the bowl and said sadly, "When they come back, I will tell them again that I am not going to Daying. My brother will help me."

"How can I help you?" Jiang Zebi finished eating before Jiang Bao. He leaned on the chair and watched the little cat eating and drinking. He was asked a question out of the blue and almost didn't react.

"I'll call you over and convince my parents with me."

Jiang Zetong raised his eyebrows, "This matter is too difficult, I won't accept it."

"Brother? You betrayed?" Jiang Bao opened his eyes wide and looked at the other party in disbelief. "You promised me, just hand in the painting and take the admission notice..."

The more Jiang Bao said, the more aggrieved and a little angry.

"Then tell brother, why don't you want to go to Daying." Jiang Zetong didn't avoid Jiang Bao's gaze, he stared directly at him, like a top hunter locking his prey.

Jiang Bao opened his mouth, and changed the subject abruptly, "I put the bowl in the dishwasher, and my brother gave me your bowl."

Jiang Zetong had no choice. Jiang Bao was like a shell, and he was reluctant to break it open with force, so he had to let it go and wait for the next opportunity.

The matter of going to the Royal Academy of Fine Arts in the United Kingdom has temporarily stalled, and the affairs of the Jiang family on the other side finally started to move eight times faster.

Under Jiang Zetong's reminder early in the morning, Jiang Shang had absolutely strong evidence, but the police and the court both uphold the rigorous and notarial attitude, and verified it again, which is more time-consuming.

Mr. Jiang made a will, and the allocation was very clear. Originally, the three shares were divided equally, but this is the division method that favors the second and third children. After all, whoever is not the boss takes the majority.

But then Jiang Shang reminded him, the will was changed again, and most of it was left to Jiang Shang, and the other two pieces of real estate were more than ten times less than the original ones, and they all died in front of the judge. Be so angry.

To sue Jiang Shang for this trick is simply stealing chickens and losing money.

Jiang Shang didn't bother to intervene in the two who had been fighting hard since they left the court. He took the evidence and put the two younger brothers in the ring.

Presumably Mr. Jiang knew about it, so he could only sigh.

As soon as this matter was over, Jiang Shang and his wife returned to Haicheng non-stop. Originally, they wanted to spend time with their son and improve their mood.

It's been several days since I went home, and I haven't talked to my son much yet.

Jiang Shang finally had no dinner that night, so he went home early with his wife to prepare for a family of three to have a warm night, but when he turned on his phone, he was informed by Jiang Bao that he was not free tonight during the meeting.

He is going to spend Christmas with Jiang Ze!

This year coincidentally, Friday is Christmas Eve, and Saturday is Christmas. They and a group of friends have booked the villa early, and they are waiting to open up and play.

Jiang Bao secretly dragged Jiang Zetong out of the team and ran out to stay alone for a while.

The fine snow particles fluttered and fell, and disappeared with more than a palm's distance from the hair, turning into glistening drops of water above the head.

Jiang Zetong took a wool cap and insisted on putting it on for Jiang Bao.

"I don't want to wear it. After a while, my hair will be flattened when I go back. It doesn't look good." Jiang Bao was 1 unwilling, and his pursed mouth could hang a soy sauce bottle.

Jiang Zetong was out of action. He felt that although Jiang Bao's rebellious period came a bit late, it was finally here.

"The scarf can always be worn, the Christmas color matching your clothes very well."

Red and green plaid scarves are really rare, but this one is pretty pretty, if you don’t wear it today, you’ll have to show up next year.

This time Jiang Bao finally did not refuse, he raised his neck and let Jiang Zetong hold the scarf three times left and three times right.

He had grown a little taller recently, and his eyes were already level with Jiang Zetong's mouth. He stared at those thin lips, forgetting everything he said.

"Okay, little ancestor."

Jiang Zetong was quite satisfied with the result.

The two walked hand in hand on the crowded street to avoid being scattered by the flow of people.

"I want to eat that, go to the queue."

Jiang Bao looked at the big rock sugar apple in the girl's hand and was a little moved.Jiang Zetong was dragged obediently to the back to line up.

Looking at the couples in front of him, Jiang Zetong had a sweet illusion at this moment.

He gently held Jiang Bao's hand, not noticing the other's frightened gaze.

Jiang Bao stared at the direction where a certain figure disappeared, and there was a stabbing pain in his mind.

What's wrong with me?

The author has something to say: I wish you all the best in the Year of the Tiger and all your wishes come true!I love you Bobobo~

感谢在2022-01-2923:39:20~2022-01-3117:00:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of light rain every night;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!