Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

Jiang Weimin and Wang Yuanchao came to Zhou Aiguo's home with laughter all the way.

"Zhou Aiguo, Zhou Aiguo" Wang Yuanchao shouted loudly.

"Yuanchao and Weidong, Aiguo is in the house, you two go find him," Zhou Aimin's mother greeted them warmly.

Upon hearing this, the two of them greeted each other politely and then quickly walked into Zhou Aimin's house.

As soon as they entered the room, they couldn't wait to say, "Zhou Aimin, quickly bring your picture book over for us to see. This is the picture book we brought over, let's take turns reading it."

Zhou Aiguo sat beside the bed, looked at them and said, "You can watch it in turns, but only the ones I have seen."

"Okay, here you go."

After Zhou Aiguo took the comic book, he quickly flipped through it and showed a disappointed look on his face: "You have read most of these books. I haven't read these two. I can only exchange them for two."

Wang Yuanchao heard this and reluctantly

"Okay, let's go with the two books, Shooting the Halberd at the Gate and Three Heroes Fighting Lü Bu!"

Zhou Aiguo shook his head and said, "No, I need to read these two books again. The others are fine."

"Don't be so stingy. We'll bring them back to you after you finish reading them in the next two days. Take a look at these two books first. My brother and I will bring you a few more in a few days. His family has the most picture books now."

Zhou Aiguo hesitated for a moment, but finally did not agree: "I'll change it after two days, after I take another look at it."

"I..." Jiang Weidong was interrupted by Wang Yuanchao as soon as he opened his mouth to speak.

"Shh!"

Then Wang Yuanchao pulled Jiang Weidong to the door and pointed at two people who were busy in the yard.

"Brother, look."

Jiang Weidong looked in the direction of Wang Yuanchao's finger and saw Zhou Aimin's two sisters working.

"It's just Zhou Aiguo's two sisters, what's there to see?"

At this time, Wang Yuanchao showed a smug smile.

"Hey, I have an idea."

As he spoke, he put his mouth close to Jiang Weidong's ear and whispered, "We can..."

When Jiang Weidong heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly. "Good plan, I like it!"

The two smiled at each other, then walked into the house, picked up two picture books they had never read before, sat down next to Zhou Aimin, and pretended to read them.

After a while, Jiang Weidong looked up at Zhou Aiguo and said, "We're going to go back first. You can take your time to read it!"

"Okay, go ahead, we'll change back after we finish watching."

So Jiang Weidong and Wang Yuanchao left Zhou Aimin's house.

Left Zhou Aiguo.

"Let your sister go or let my sister go?"

"Brother, let Jiang Yafei go! I just promised my sister something, but I haven't done it yet, and Jiang Yafei is reliable." Wang Yuanchao said.

"Okay, let's go and find Jiang Yafei." Jiang Weidong took Wang Yuanchao to find Jiang Yafei.

Jiang Yafei has been very busy these two days. Not only does she have to arrange painting time for the students, but she also has to discuss the picture album with them. Of course, she is busy and happy.

When Jiang Weidong and Wang Yuanchao found Jiang Yafei, Jiang Yafei was walking home with a few picture books.

"Jiang Yafei, stop! I have something to tell you." Jiang Weidong shouted loudly.

Jiang Yafei stopped walking after hearing the voice and looked back at Jiang Weidong and Wang Yuanchao. Seeing that they were holding several picture books, Jiang Yafei asked in confusion: "Second brother, how come even you boys have someone asking Jiang Weimin to draw for you?"

"No, I brought these from home."

"I thought you two were here to exchange paintings as well. Second brother, instead of helping Jiang Weimin collect them, you're giving them away! You really are our good second brother." Jiang Yafei grumbled dissatisfiedly.

"Jiang Yafei, could you please not be so aggressive when speaking?"

"Yes, Yafei, don't be anxious. Let us explain it to you slowly." Wang Yuanchao quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Yafei, my brother and I went to gather information using picture books." Wang Yuanchao looked at Jiang Yafei seriously.

"Oh? What information did you get?" Jiang Yafei asked curiously.

"Zhou Aiguo has a lot of picture books, and we plan to exchange them all with Jiang Weimin." Jiang Weidong replied with a smile.

"How to change? Boys don't like painting." Jiang Yafei asked puzzledly.

"This is what we are looking for you for."

"What bad ideas are you two up to? Tell us quickly." Jiang Yafei urged impatiently.

"Hehe, Zhou Aiguo has two sisters." Wang Yuanchao said proudly.

"And then what?" Jiang Yafei still didn't understand what they were up to.

"You are so stupid! You put the painting in front of them and told them that they can exchange it for the picture book. Then the picture book will be ours, right?"

"I won't do it. You are so mean." Jiang Yafei replied angrily.

"Jiang Yafei, we are giving the girls on our island a beautiful dream. You should be more open-minded." Jiang Weidong persuaded quickly.

"Moreover, many of Zhou Aiguo's picture books are not available on the island. They are very interesting. But Zhou Aimin is not willing to change them." Jiang Weidong added.

"Well, you are taking revenge for your personal gain." Jiang Yafei suddenly realized.

"Will you help me or not?" Jiang Weidong threatened fiercely.

"You can help me if you want. Take out the one dollar you saved. Jiang Weimin, Yaning, and I have used the money to buy paper and paint."

Jiang Weidong thought about it and felt that one dollar was acceptable. "Okay! Let's go home and get it."

"Let's go back together. There are a few people who want to exchange comic books for paintings. I'll send them to Jiang Weimin."

"Jiang Weimin is so popular!"

"No, those who want to draw have to wait until three days later."

After the three of them returned home, they went to Jiang Weimin's room. Jiang Yafei put the picture book on the wardrobe and looked at Jiang Weimin drawing. "Jiang Weimin, what are you drawing?"

"Can you call me brother? It's not friendly to call me that name."

"Look at my fist and see if it's friendly to you." Jiang Yafei said as she waved her little fist to gesture.

"Haha, I was just kidding. Why are you all here? Where is Yaning?" Jiang Weimin quickly changed the subject.

"Yaning is still playing with them in the square. I'll return the picture book first."

"Brother, come and see!" Wang Yuanchao suddenly excitedly grabbed Jiang Weidong's arm and pointed at the painting Jiang Weimin was drawing.

"Look at this painting, it's so handsome! It's so handsome!"

"Why are you so startled?"

"Jiang Weimin's paintings are so good, I also want to have paintings like this!"

Jiang Weidong looked in the direction of his finger and saw a picture of a heroic pilot flying a plane in the sky. Upon closer inspection, the person in the picture turned out to be Wang Haiyang!

"This painting is really well done." Jiang Weidong couldn't help but admire it.

"Jiang Weimin, why did you draw for Wang Haiyang?" Jiang Yafei asked her question.

"Hehe, actually this is a deal between us. Brother Haiyang gave me a complete set of "Dream of Red Mansions", and in exchange I painted him ten fine paintings."

"A Dream of Red Mansions is not interesting at all." Wang Yuanchao said with disgust.

"What is a fine painting?" Jiang Weidong asked curiously.

"It means that you are no longer limited to a single template. You can add more elements to the painting, such as the background and actions of the characters. Just like this painting of a flying airplane, there is also the figure standing next to the airplane. It is no longer just a simple portrait of a person."

"Well, that's interesting!" Jiang Weidong's eyes lit up.

"Weimin, can you also help me draw a picture of flying an airplane?" Wang Yuanchao quickly spoke up.

"Of course!" Jiang Weimin agreed, but immediately added, "But you have to exchange two comic books with me."

"Ah? Doesn't it mean that a picture book can be exchanged for a painting?"

“It takes more time and effort to draw this kind of picture.”

Jiang Weimin smiled slyly, "But you are my brother's friend, so I'll exchange one of the comic books for the other."

"Thank you. Our brother is very generous."

"Jiang Weimin, how come you can draw an airplane? Have you ever seen one?" Jiang Weidong looked at the airplane in the painting.

"I haven't seen it. I drew it based on a comic book." He took out a comic book called "Wingman Pilot" and said, "I drew it based on this."

"Then can you draw a picture of the warship on the island? Draw a picture of me standing on the warship."

"I can't draw this one! But I can draw the ship we left the island on."

"Forget it if I can't draw it, I still want to draw a picture of me flying an airplane."

"I'm going to go home and get the picture book first."

"Don't worry, you can pick it up in two days. You need to queue up now."

"Okay, I'll bring the comic book over tomorrow."

"Hey, how come I lost a picture book when I didn't get anything?" Wang Yuanchao was very confused.

"Weimin, my second brother sponsored one dollar, don't forget to draw one for me too."

"Second brother, I'll draw you two together. It's just right for one host and one wingman. You two are good brothers, so I'll give you one each."

"This is great, it shows our brotherhood, and I can fly a plane with my brothers."

"Okay, let's get down to business!"

"What's the matter?" Jiang Weimin looked puzzled.

"You'll know later." Jiang Yafei didn't explain too much, just smiled mysteriously. Then he turned and walked into his room to get the album.

Looking at the mysterious looks of Jiang Weidong and the other three, Jiang Weimin shook his head helplessly, wondering what on earth these guys were keeping in suspense.

But he didn't care too much, and continued to focus on his paintings. After all, painting requires constant practice to improve skills.

However, after painting for a while, he suddenly realized that the paper and paint seemed to be running out. What should he do? He began to think about how to solve this problem, thinking to himself: I must think of a way...