On Saturday morning, Du Jingzhi got up early, packed up his things, and prepared to go to the studio for class.

When he went downstairs, Du Wei's family seemed to have just woken up and wandered around the house yawning. After seeing him going downstairs, he immediately waved his hand: "Boy, make me breakfast."

"I have to go to the studio, I have no time." Du Jingzhi refused without thinking.

"Go to a nonsense studio, what can you draw? Can you get extra points in the college entrance examination? It's not just the end of the crane. I thought you would make a fortune by taking the key points, but the parents were invited every few days." Du Wei's family didn't believe in Du Jingzhi's strength, and believed that his paintings were just children scribbling around, and they had to spend money to learn, which was simply sick.

Du Jingzhi has been learning to paint for so many years, but the Du Wei family has never looked at his works, but has never stopped attacking him.

In fact, Du Jingzhi couldn't understand why the Du Wei family was embarrassed to despise him? After all, Du Wei family was so old, but still achieved nothing. When he was young, he graduated from college. He looked okay, but he was not willing to work and felt tired. Until now, his son is in his second year of high school, and he is still very lazy.

Nowadays, Du’s job is found by his mother. He is in charge of the mall and is working back and forth. This point is probably because he just came back from get off work. The salary he earned was not enough to pay his gambling debts, and his living expenses would be subsidized by Du’s mother.

Du Jingzhi paused and then put down the tools for painting like compromise, turned his head to the kitchen.

Seeing that he had been cooking for himself honestly, Du Wei's family was satisfied. They sat at the dining table, with their postures very casually, crossed their legs and urged Du Jingzhi to hurry up.

Du Jingzhi entered the kitchen, first looked back at Du Wei's house, and then closed the kitchen door.

He spitted a little on his hands, rubbed his hands, and then scraped out some dirty oil from the oil tank in the range hood and put it into the pot. He looked a little disgusting. Then he picked out some vegetable roots from the trash can in the kitchen, picked it a few times with disgust, and put it in the pot without washing it.

Then I served the rice from the rice cooker and fryed a bowl of fried rice. I was afraid that Du Wei's family would not eat it, so I deliberately fried until the taste was right and the salt was put in the right place.

After the preparation, he served the fried rice to Du Wei's family, but Du Wei's family was very dissatisfied: "Why don't you say you're going to put an egg?"

"You have to spend money to buy eggs, so you deserve to eat some leftovers." Du Jingzhi said that, and turned around and left.

Du Wei's family was so angry that he raised his foot and threw out his slippers, but it was not accurate.

Because it didn't hit, Du Wei's family began to curse: "You little bastard, you made your mother become a stinky hooligan. How could you talk to your elders like this? You are as uneducated as your mother."

"Yes, who made me have a father or not?" He answered with his back, then opened the door and walked out.

Du's mother never vaguely educated Du Jingzhi and never gave up. The studio teacher she found for Du Jingzhi was a very famous person in the city and had won many awards.

Moreover, this teacher is very good to Du Jingzhi and the others. He will provide individual tutoring according to each person's style, from basic to in-depth and speaks very seriously. Du Jingzhi has a good impression of this Teacher Wang.

The studio is a small class because this teacher graduated from a first-tier art academy in China and has won many awards. She is the teacher with the highest fees in this studio. One-third of Du’s mother’s income is used to study art for Du Jingzhi.

It is also because I feel sorry for my mother that Du Jingzhi has also studied very seriously.

Today, a model was hired in the studio. She was a woman in her thirties with her good looks, her eyebrows and eyes have her own characteristics, and her figure is her fair skin. After the model took off her top and showed her body calmly to the students, a boy cleared his throat awkwardly.

Du Jingzhi held the pen and looked at the model. He had no special feeling, but just started to make pictures and continued to draw.

He himself couldn't tell whether he was born with a problem with his orientation. He only knew that he liked weekends since he understood feelings, and had not changed in the past years.

He also thinks Zhou Lanyue's voice sounds very nice, and he also thinks that the weekend idol Jolin Tsai is very beautiful, but he will not have any thoughts about the opposite sex, and he is very calm when he sees naked body.

If you think about it carefully, he will only feel a little reaction when he approaches him on weekends.

"You're going to be the second year of high school today, right?" Teacher Wang came to Du Jingzhi and went to see the paintings he drew.

"Yeah." He is usually lazy and sometimes uses his fingers to apply tone. Today, he feels the drawing is a bit awkward, so he switches to the eraser.

"You can start thinking about the college entrance examination and targeted classes. After all, the studio is small class teaching, and resources are limited. You only recruit 60 students every year, pay a deposit first, and you can book a seat, otherwise it will be delayed. After all, resources are scarce."

His pen paused for a moment before answering: "Well, I will go back and bring it to my house."

"You can also learn about the agreement class, which can ensure that the joint examination score is above 220 points, the top 20 people can register, and there is a 20% discount." As he said that, he handed him the leaflet, and afterwards, he did not talk about it much, and directly started to guide his works.

When Teacher Wang left, he picked up the leaflet and took a look. Seeing that the tuition fee was 50,000 yuan, the sketching, material fees, and meal fees were calculated separately, he put the leaflet in his bag casually and did not look carefully.

After leaving the studio, I saw a familiar figure as soon as I arrived at the door.

On weekends, I sat on the chair at the door with my words in my back. I noticed that a class was over, so I looked at them and saw Du Jingzhi all at once. On weekends, I immediately put the word card in my pocket, stood up and came to him, and reached out to take the bag he was carrying.

Many of the bags are made of painting materials, which are quite heavy, but they are carried on their shoulders on the weekends and seem quite harmonious: "Did you put the plaster in your bag?"

"More than that, if I learn sculpture, I might have a piece of white marble inside."

"Then I have to send you to the studio, for fear of crushing your small board."

"Isn't that true, it's not high, don't crush it anymore." He said, turning his head to look at the weekend, "How tall are you?"

"167 cm." answered on weekends.

"Get out."

"Anyway, you are not as tall as you, because you look particularly tall in my opinion."

Du Jingzhi gave Zhou angrily a look. His height is 175 cm now, half a head taller than him on weekends, and it is estimated that it can be 185 cm. However, judging from what he said just now, it should be 187 cm now.

"Did you become the president of the Student Union by flattering?" When Du Jingzhi walked out, he handed him a lollipop on the weekend, and he was not polite and tore open the packaging and ate it. Sometimes, he saw that there were sequelae on the weekend, and he felt a toothache when he saw that smiling face.

"Maybe it depends on temperament." The weekend answered in a serious tone.

He was amused.

This is not the first time I have come to pick up Du Jingzhi on the weekend.

On Saturdays and Sundays, we usually go to the tutoring class on weekends, and Du Jingzhi goes to the studio. The tutoring class ends at 3:30 in the afternoon, and the studio lasts until 4:30. This period of time is different, so we can go to the studio on weekends, and wait at the door for more than half an hour, and the two of us go home together.

Once or twice, Du Jingzhi would tell him not to come on weekends, there was no need to pick him up, and it was no big deal. After many times, Du Jingzhi was too lazy to be polite. He is already used to it and too lazy to be polite.

"I want to eat the cold skin at the entrance of the primary school." I suddenly mentioned this when I walked out on the weekend.

"I want to eat it because you said this." Du Jingzhi attracted greed by the weekend and suddenly wanted to eat it very much.

After eating cold skin for so many years, Du Jingzhi found that the cold skin at the entrance of the primary school tasted differently from the ones he had eaten later.

The cold-pie shop was opened by an old lady. In fact, it was a simple shop with three tables, but the business was very good. If you could eat there, you would sit in the store and pack it up and take it away if there was no seat.

The cold skin in the store is made by the old lady at 3 o'clock every morning and makes it by herself. The cold skin is white and even and bright, very vigorous and chewy.

Another major feature of the store is chili oil. Crush it with some spices such as chili peppers, peppers, etc., pour it into rapeseed oil, add several seasonings to mix evenly, and simmer it over high heat. The heat and time are very particular. The carefully made chili oil is bright red in color. When you open the lid, you can smell a tempting fragrance.

When the good times are coming, you can still eat the chili oil that has just been out of the pot. When you eat it, your lips and teeth will leave a fragrance, and the spicy taste will be trembling slightly in your mouth, teasing your tongue.

Du Jingzhi is not good at eating spicy food, so he will come to this store, otherwise he will feel that he has missed a lot of things.

The two of them got on the bus. Because it was a weekend, there were not many people on the bus. After the two of them got on, they sat down at the back door. Du Jingzhi sat inside, and sat outside with his bags on the weekend. He opened the painting clip very naturally and asked, "What are you painting today?"

Du Jingzhi suddenly realized that he wanted to stop the weekend from watching, but found that after taking a look at the weekend, he quietly closed the paintings, and then heard the weekend say, "Uh, sorry... I'm a slut."

He smiled, said nothing, but just leaned on his chin with one hand and stared out of the car window in a daze.

After sitting for a while on the weekend, I felt it was boring, so I turned my head and asked him, "What are you thinking?"

"You said, after I finished painting, what can I do after graduation?"

"Painter." replied without hesitation on the weekend.

"How many famous people can be? It's not realistic. I'm always afraid that after I graduate, I will find a job with a salary of up to 5,000 or 6,000 a month. In that case, at most I can live my own life. How can I repay my mother? She invested more money in me than these. Sometimes I think about it, raising children is really not worth it, and the investment will always exceed the reward."

I didn’t know why Du Jingzhi suddenly said this on weekends, and I couldn’t help but be stunned. Then I immediately replied: “You are already very awesome. I heard that many people who draw pictures of games can only provide thousands of bases for a picture.”

"The main reason is that I don't have confidence. I took a look at the flyer... My mother's salary is less than 80,000 yuan a year, but the expenses I spent the year before the exam were 60,000 or 70,000 yuan." Du Jingzhi said in great frustration. He was always denied by his father and grandmother at home, which made him feel a little inferior.

Inferiority is a particularly complex emotion that will deny itself and underestimate one's own strength. This affects his self-confidence and makes him feel that spending his mother's money to learn painting is a waste of money, and he feels strong guilt in his heart.

I felt a little sad when I saw Du Jingzhi’s current appearance on the weekend. I reached out to hold his hand and comfort him, but I felt that he would definitely refuse. Then I raised my hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Little Mirror, you are very outstanding, you are still very filial. If my aunt hears these words, I guess she will feel that it is worth it. Since you have the heart, you have to work harder, so that you can repay your aunt and let her live a good life."

"What awesome..."

"Every time I see your paintings, I think you are super amazing. I always feel that you must have a beautiful face in your heart, otherwise how could you draw such a grand work?"

"There are still beautiful mountains and rivers, at most there is a map of the Qingming River!"

"That's amazing too!"

Du Jingzhi felt that it was useless to say these things to the weekend. This kid would say good things and stop talking about them.

At this time on the weekend, I said: "Don't think about this. I plan to buy a few more meat skewers when eating cold skin. It is a reward for your hard work for the day."

He smiled, nodded happily and agreed, and said, "I'll treat you next time."

As a result, they ate the cold skin, but unfortunately the meat skewers were eaten alone on the weekend.

Everything was fine, but the two of them went to the back street of elementary school and went to another stall to buy skewers on weekends, Du Jingzhi and other cold skins. As a result, they suddenly met Liu Tianle and his girlfriend.

"Brother Du!" Liu Tianle immediately walked over after seeing Du Jingzhi, "I thought I was so dazzling. I didn't expect it was you."

He had never met Liu Tianle's girlfriend, but had heard of it a few times that the two met on the bus. Liu Tianle's girlfriend is from the next door to 7th. 7th is a key high school in the city, which is much worse than 3th. However, there are many beautiful women and handsome guys. He occasionally goes to 7th to play basketball, and notices many good-looking people.

Liu Tianle's girlfriend was quite surprised when she saw Du Jingzhi. After all, this kind of visual handsome guy who looks like a member of the Korean boy group is rare on weekdays, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances. However, people are quite regular and just say hello appropriately, and they won't stare at Du Jingzhi afterwards.

"I..." When Du Jingzhi said that, he turned his head and looked at the weekend's position. He happened to look at the weekend, and both of them had helplessness in their eyes. He sighed and replied, "I live nearby, and behind me is my elementary school."

Liu Tianle took a look and didn't care much. He was not interested in elementary school. He just came over and whispered: "Hey! On the weekend of Class 1, I'm going. I'm tall and ate a lot. Look at him, I bought so many skewers and came to eat cold skin."

Du Jingzhi coughed awkwardly, but did not answer. He came with Zhoutu, so there was no need for Liu Tianle to remind him that he was nearby on weekends.

Liu Tianle's girlfriend turned around and looked at the weekend again, and couldn't help but sigh: "How many handsome guys in your school?"

"Yes, your husband is handsome." Liu Tianle shamelessly counted himself in.

"Well, it's amazing, good at studying, good-looking, so perfect." As he said that, he also patted Liu Tianle's face. Looking at the sweetness, it was probably because the passionate love period had not yet passed.

On the weekend, I sat at the next table with a bunch of strings and said to the old lady in a low voice: "Auntie, put my bowl on this table."

It’s like this on weekends. A little younger one is called a little sister, an aunt-level one is called a sister, and a grandma-level one is called an aunt, and she comes to praise women for being beautiful.

The old lady looked at Du Jingzhi and looked at Du Jingzhi without saying anything. She just brought the cold skin from the weekend to the weekend, ate the cold skin on the weekend, and then looked at Du Jingzhi with resentment. Originally, he wanted to eat the cold skin at the beginning, but now he has eaten it, but he feels that it has no taste. The meat skewers in front of him are like waxed, and they have no taste.
To be continued...