Little Terrified Bun

In December, the north wind struck, and the cold person directly wrapped himself into a big dumpling.

Wei Jing was wearing a cream-yellow down jacket, with thick snow boots under his feet, his nose was flushed by the wind, and half of his face was buried in a scarf, like Santa's little elk, so cute.

Wei Zhe walked next to the child. He had good physique and was not afraid of the cold. He only wore a black coat at the moment. His collar was open, revealing a navy blue cotton sweater inside. He was tall and straight, and his eyebrows were like ink paintings. He could see the future. The beauty is extraordinary.

Xu Jiahui's family lives in the high-end villa area in the north, a single-family three-story villa with its own garden and strong privacy.

Wei Jing had made an appointment with Xu Jiahui to come over today. Right now they had just arrived and they had not knocked on the door. Xu Jiahui rushed out like a small firecracker, yelling excitedly, "Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Here comes, come in, it's so cold outside! My mother baked cookies, let's eat together..."

Wei Jing was taken aback by him. He patted his chest, panted the breath in his mouth, and said, "Okay!" After speaking, the child saw Xu Jiahui and Xu mother standing together at the door, and he smiled at the opposite side. , "Hello, uncle and aunt."

"Come in!" Xu Jiaming said heartily, "It's warm in this cold day."

The eldest brother of the Wei family followed Wei Jing and politely handed the beautifully wrapped fruit basket to the Xu family, "Mr. Xu, Mrs. Xu, excuse me."

The Xu family was stunned for a moment, glanced at each other, and greeted the people in without saying anything.

As soon as he entered the door, the heating rushing to his face made people feel comfortable. Wei Jing took off the off-white scarf and hung it on the brown-red coat rack, changing into a pair of lint slippers. The layout of the living room is a common pastoral style. The beautiful eternal flowers are wrapped in vintage newspaper and hung on the wall.

The sofa cover is a small white floral, and you can see that Xu Mu chose it.

On the coffee table are a few plates of small animal-like cookies. The brown color makes people appetite.

Wei Jing was a little envious of Xu Jiahui somehow. He was walking behind his elder brother, looking up at his big back, the child tangled up his thumb, forget it, let’s not talk to the eldest brother, the eldest brother was already busy. How can he trouble Big Brother?

Decorate the apartment, he... he can do it himself~~

Several people chatted for a while in the living room, and in Xu Jiahui's reluctant gaze, Wei Jing took his picture album and followed Xu Jiaming to the studio.

In the spacious and bright space, there are several paintings by Xu Jiaming on the wall. In addition, there are some immature but very aura oil paintings. Wei Jing was a little curious in his heart. He pointed to one of them and said, "Uncle, is this painted by Xu Jiahui?"

Xu Jiaming laughed at the words'pouch', "Just that stinky guy in my family, who can't even hold the pen? Still painting? Don't think about it. This is a painting by one of my disciples. Although he is still young, he is here. A line, but it is really talented!"

Wei Jing exclaimed, "Wow! Will he come over today?"

"Yeah." Xu Jiaming nodded, "He will be here in a while, then you can paint together."

"Come on, you draw one you like, let me see."

"Me?" Wei Jing blinked, thought for a while, picked up a pen and quickly drew a cool Q version of the villain on the album. I like it~ that must be the big brother! Wei Jing thought happily.

The child’s hands are round and white, and the fingernails are healthy pink with small crescents. Xu Jiaming's eyes flashed with surprise, and he said: "This is what you painted...your elder brother?"

"Yeah." Wei Jing nodded heavily.

The man looked at the child and said, "Have you learned to paint before?"

"I have taught myself." Wei Jing lowered his head and said vaguely: "I just read a book taught by others to paint, and then learn to paint by myself." In his last life, he watched many videos teaching painting, but in this life... 2002 , The Internet is just emerging and in the exploratory stage. Where are the instructional videos coming from?

"The painting is very good." Xu Jiaming praised without hesitation: "At your age, I haven't studied systematically. Painting like this is already great. Have you thought about what path you want to take in the future?"

Wei Jing's black eyes looked at Xu Jiaming brightly, and said loudly: "I will be a cartoonist in the future and draw a lot of nice cartoons."

Xu Jiaming didn't catch his breath when he heard the words, and almost gave up. He, he... He has expressed so obviously that he wants to teach him, so why is this kid going to be a manga artist? This feeling is like seeing a piece of uncut jade and obstinately trying to make a stone.

At this time, China's animation is underestimated. Unlike in the future, IP development will not be possible, nor will it be able to accumulate fans on various social software. To receive ads, it can only be published in magazines such as comics.

With Xu Jiaming's position, he naturally dismissed it.

This is still a child, he doesn't understand anything, so take your time. Xu Jiaming said to himself silently in his heart, he lowered his head to look directly at the child, and coaxed a little: "Do you like oil painting? Is it okay for my uncle to teach you to paint?"

Wei Jing scratched his head, feeling something wrong.

But... But the great painters in the future have said so, so he should have no problem learning, after all, they all want to paint composition~~ The same.

Hello! The difference is big!

Just when Wei Jing started, Xu Jiaming found that his foundation is very stable. At the moment, two people teach and learn, one is a talented painter, and the other is a pseudo-child with future memories. Naturally, they get along very well. happy.

Outside the district.

A young boy about twelve years old, wearing an old cotton clothes, stepped on some degummed shoes. When the security guard of the community saw him, he smiled and said hello, "Li Pei, here again."

"Well, okay, uncle." The child nodded, his eyebrows were delicate, his brows were slightly lame, with a melancholy atmosphere, which made people feel distressed.

"This cold weather, go in!" The thirty-something-year-old uncle gestured to him to leave quickly.

When the cold winter wind blew, people shivered subconsciously. Li Fei trot to his master's small courtyard and rang the doorbell. His family is poor, his father is a gambler, and his mother is a timid temper. He was beaten by his father before. The master rescued him and took him home to give him clothes and food. In the end, seeing that he had a talent for painting, he simply accepted it. Became his apprentice.

I have to say that Li Fei was born to eat this bowl of rice,

After only a year of learning, his paintings can be sold better, and even two of his paintings have been sold at a good price, which can more or less subsidize the writer's family. Of course, you have to thank the master for this, otherwise even if he has more paintings, it will be useless if he has no connections.

Unlike usual, as soon as Li Fei entered the hall, he saw a young man sitting on the sofa, who looked about the same age as him, dressed well, and had a maturity that he did not have.

Li Fei stiffened and lacked confidence, with a somewhat shrinking face saying hello to his mother and Xu Jiahui.

"Ah! Brother Li Fei, you are here!" Xu Jiahui screamed, jumped to Li Fei's side, and pointed at Wei Zhe: "Dangdang, this is my good friend Wei Jing's brother-Wei Zhe. Brother Wei Zhe is super powerful. He is only thirteen years old and he is already in his third year of high school."

One hour later, there was only one idol of Xu Jiahui.

High school? Li Fei's face was an expression of shock that could not be concealed. He... he didn't even know some of the problems in the sixth grade. This person is already in the third year of high school? Really... so awesome!

"Hello, my name is Li Fei." The young man said with a somewhat cowering air.

Xu Jiaming's disciple? Well! So my brother has to spend a long time with him? Wei Zhe stood up, his eyebrows were painted like ink, and his black eyes were deep and charming. He politely said, "Hello, I am Wei Zhe."

"Xiao Fei is here to find Jia Ming! He is in the studio, so you can go up there." Seeing Li Fei's restraint, Xu mother spoke gently.

"Then I'll go up and trouble Master."

"Go!"

Xu Jiahui watched as another person he liked was gone, and he felt aggrieved. Bastard father, why always rob him? Hate you(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Fortunately, he still has Big Brother Wei Zhe. Xu Jiahui turned his head and looked at the boy with bright eyes...Who knows, after the boy answered a call, he apologized slightly: "Sorry, I have something to do temporarily, Wei Jing I beg you, I will come to pick him up tonight."

"Are you leaving alone?" Xu's mother said uneasy after hearing this: "I will ask my driver to see you off."

"Don't bother, the place I am going is very close to here." Wei Zhe tactfully but firmly refused.

Mother Xu looked at the child, and suddenly she didn't know what to say, she could only watch him walk out of the living room with firm steps.

Rebirth once and accumulate property quickly.

This is the goal Wei Zhe has set for himself. He found a movie that will explode in the future based on his memory, hoping to participate in the investment, but was turned away because of his age. And today, someone over there called him.

There is nothing surprising, is it?

Because a big boss among the investors temporarily withdrew funds, the film process was temporarily suspended. In the end, the director gritted his teeth, sold the house, and took the loan to shoot the film.

And right now... With such a ‘bear boy’ who is a ‘stupid man and a lot of money’, why is the director so obsessed with age?

Anyway... it would be nice to have investment.

Wei Zhe didn't have much money in his hands. The new year's pocket money from childhood to old age, plus the five million he earned from the Ye family, made a total of over ten million.

The only ones with low investment, high profits, quick money and low risks are now.

When he has more money, he can do something else.

On the back seat of the taxi, Wei Zhe squinted his eyes. He looked at the azure blue sky through the window glass. A piece of gray.

As no one would have imagined, the power of the network will eventually develop to an incredible level.

The author has something to say: Wei Zhe: I am about to start earning money, please ignore my age.

Wei Jing: I just want to be a cartoonist. Why did I become a great painter in the end? Is there something wrong?