Parental Love: Jiang Weimin's Life of Lying Down

Jiang Weimin has been leading a very comfortable and leisurely life recently. Although many people are eager to ask him to help draw pictures, they can only stay away because they cannot provide small picture books for exchange.

Today, Jiang Weimin only paints one picture every two days, and he feels that he has gradually found his touch in painting. In addition, fewer and fewer people come to him for his paintings, which makes him very satisfied.

At the same time, his hobby of collecting comic books was also fully satisfied. He has collected almost two sets of the four great classics.

Jiang Weimin feels that his painting skills have improved to a certain extent.

So I plan to create my own comic book. However, I haven't decided what to draw yet.

Initially, Jiang Weimin considered drawing his elder brother Jiang Weiguo's military experience into a comic book. However, as a person who traveled through time from modern society, he knew very well that modern society was disgusted with the special treatment of the privileged class.

Although such things are quite common in this era, Jiang Weimin is still worried that once we enter the information age, people will dig deep into the background of comic strips, which may have a negative impact on his elder brother.

You have to know that when the eldest brother Jiang Weiguo wanted to serve in the army on the Sino-Soviet border, the Minister of Defense Jiang Defu (in the play, Jiang Weiguo wanted to serve in the army on the Sino-Soviet border, and Jiang Defu said, "You treat your father as the Minister of Defense, so you can go to the Sino-Soviet border if you want to serve in the army") made a phone call and arranged for Jiang Weiguo to serve in the army on the Sino-Soviet border.

Although the spirit inherited by the veterans of the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression is worthy of encouragement and admiration, and such behavior is not considered illegal in this era, it is no longer allowed in today's society, where people just follow the crowd.

Although the possibility is very small, Jiang Weimin still doesn't want to take the risk. After all, his eldest brother is also his backer in the later period and the helmsman of the new generation of the Jiang family.

Just as Jiang Weimin was thinking about the plot, his eyes accidentally fell on two military dogs that were being taken for a walk not far away.

The two military dogs are named Anti-Imperialist and Anti-Revisionist. They are two retired German Black Bay police dogs from Qingdao.

Looking at these two majestic military dogs, Jiang Weimin suddenly had an inspiration.

If I write a story about police dog tracking, I think a lot of people will like it!

Jiang Weimin was very excited by this idea and immediately began to think about how to turn this idea into a wonderful storyline.

After careful consideration, Jiang Weimin felt that this idea was very feasible. He decided to use the police dog as the protagonist and tell a thrilling tracking story.

"Ok, deal!"

In the evening, Jiang Defu returned home from get off work. As soon as he entered the yard, he saw Jiang Weimin walking towards him quickly.

With a smile on his face, he reached out and took the briefcase from Jiang Defu's hand: "Dad, you've worked hard! Come in and sit down, the food will be ready soon!" As he said that, he quickly welcomed Jiang Defu into the house and helped him sit on the sofa.

"Dad, drink some water to moisten your throat first." Jiang Weimin said as he poured a glass of water and handed it to Jiang Defu.

Jiang Defu looked at Jiang Weimin with some confusion, guessing that Jiang Weimin must want to ask him something.

"You are either a traitor or a thief. Tell me, do you want something from me?"

Jiang Weiweimin chuckled and scratched his head: "How could that be, Dad? I am just concerned about you! By the way, how did the wine I made for you last time taste?"

Jiang Defu thought of the bottle of wine and couldn't help laughing: "Well, it tastes okay. But if you drink too much, you will have a nosebleed."

Jiang Weimin saw that the seahorses he had picked up from the sea were almost dried, so he asked an old Chinese doctor on the island for a prescription.

Although Jiang Weimin is young, his father is the commander of the garrison area and he himself is a well-known painter on the island.

Therefore, many people still gave him face. When Jiang Weimin asked the old Chinese doctor for a prescription, the old Chinese doctor naturally sold his face and gave it to Jiang Weimin. This also made Jiang Weimin feel the benefits of being a privileged class.

Jiang Weimin said quietly, "Dad, this is a tonic wine. You should drink less, but the effect is not bad, right?"

"You know a lot, kid!" Jiang Defu hit Jiang Weimin on the head with his hand.

At this moment, Jiang Defu suddenly thought of something and ordered, "Oh, by the way, please make me another jar of tea in the next two days. I want to drink it with your Uncle Ding."

Jiang Weimin couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Dad, I don't think Uncle Ding needs to drink this kind of wine!"

"Just do what I tell you to do. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"

"Dad, I may not be free recently. I am planning to draw a comic book and I am looking for information and checking materials."

"Drawing comic strips?"

"I've read so many comic books, and I can draw, so I'm thinking of drawing one, but the information is hard to find, and it takes a lot of time and effort."

"You are waiting for me here, right? What information do you want me to find?"

"Dad, you understand me. I want the anti-imperialist and anti-revisionist training manuals, as well as the files."

"My goodness, you have quite high requirements!"

“I just wanted to draw a comic book based on my experience of fighting imperialism and revisionism, so that everyone can indirectly understand the heroic deeds of the two heroes through the comic book.”

"Okay! I'll think about it!"

When Jiang Weimin saw Jiang Defu's attitude, he immediately said, "I will go buy herbs and wine tomorrow and make it for you tonight. You and Uncle Ding will be able to drink it in 10 days."

"Get out of here, kid!" Jiang Defu cursed with a smile.

When it was time for dinner, the whole family sat at the table to eat. At this time, Jiang Defu looked at An Jie who was walking out of the kitchen and said with a smile.

"Comrade Anjie, pour me a glass of the wine I made."

"Brother, it's not a festival and there are no guests, why are you drinking? If you want to drink, I'll call Lao Ding over to drink with you."

"What do you know! Don't keep saying that. It makes me sick to see you like this."

"I'm just concerned about you, but your kindness is taken for granted."

"I don't need your concern."

At this time, An Jie had brought a glass of wine and placed it in front of Jiang Defu. The two looked at each other with tacit understanding, and everything was said without words.

After a violent storm in the evening.

"How old is Wei Min? How come he knows this? This is even shown in picture books now." Jiang Defu looked puzzled.

"This is not pictured in comic books. Wei Min said he saw an old Chinese doctor picking up seahorses on the beach and said they were good for the body, so he collected them."

"Why is this old Chinese doctor talking to a child about this!" Jiang Defu became very angry.

"Wei Min asked after he picked it up. Why are you blaming the doctor? You didn't get any benefits!"

"That's right!" Jiang Defu laughed.

"Give Weimin two wine tickets tomorrow and ask him to buy some wine."

"Okay," Anjie said with a smile.

"Hey! Wei Min wanted to draw a comic book about police dogs and asked me to find information for him. After get off work, he was so attentive that he served me tea and water and even hinted at me whether the wine tasted good. I really didn't let him work for nothing."

"Drawing comic strips? Wei Min is going to publish a book?"

"It's just an idea. It hasn't been drawn yet. Don't be surprised. I'll have someone look up some information for him tomorrow."

"Then you have to pay more attention. If Wei Min publishes a book, he will be considered a painter!"

"I got it, let's go to bed!" Jiang Defu was so tired that he just wanted to sleep.