Little Terrified Bun

The porridge was rich in aroma and had some corn kernels.
There was also a refreshing side dish that went with it.
While Wei Jing scooped up the porridge with his spoon, he glanced at his big brother, then looked around his surroundings like a guilty thief.
He then lowered his voice.
“Big Brother, I think… I killed someone.” His tone was mixed with fear and dismay.

Wei Zhe’s hand movement suddenly stopped and his expression turned stern.
“What happened?”

Wei Jing told him everything that happened at that time.
His eyes held a pot of pitiful tears.
“I really didn’t do it on purpose, it was just that I was so scared that they would capture us, so I did what I could, knocking him with the rock many times.
He bled so much that it stained the ground.

Wei Zhe let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the explanation.
“Don’t worry, that person didn’t die; he was captured by the police.” He rubbed the child’s soft and smooth hair with his hand and glanced over the scar on the child’s forehead.
Wei Zhe’s eyes became dark and gloomy.
“That kind of person, it’s karma if he did die.”

“It’s good that he didn’t die.” Wei Jing also felt hatred towards those kidnappers, but hatred didn’t mean that he could kill someone without feeling any guilt.

Now that he knew the person didn’t die, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

As the old saying went, ‘Nothing can be accomplished without rules.’ Since they committed wrongdoings, they should be presented before the country’s law and let justice decide the righteous consequences.

As Wei Jing now escaped the plight, he became quite relaxed.
“How is Xu Jiahui? He was so scared at the beginning.
But he was clever enough to notice the abnormality of Lu You and gave him an unhesitant hit.
That was really out of my expectations.”

“Rest assured, he’s doing great.” Wei Zhe cast a glance at the child.
“Unlike you with the fever and your body full of wounds, he had no injury or pain, and was picked up by his parents safe and sound.”

“I’ll promise to be careful next time.” Wei Jing gestured a quirky salute to Wei Zhe, indicating that this wouldn’t happen anymore.

“There will be a next time?” Wei Zhe narrowed his eyes and curled his lips in a way that would make someone feel chills.

“Nonono, it just slipped out of my mouth.” Wei Jing quickly disavowed this.
When did his big brother become so unreasonable? He just said something out of instinct and it had triggered him, but this should be because…he was worried!

Wei Jing suddenly felt a random sweetness in his heart.

At dinner, Wei Jing stuffed himself with food.
Even a hard bun seemed like a delicacy to him after long hours of starvation, not even to mention this rich smelling porridge.
The child rubbed his belly in satisfaction and was thinking if he should go out for a walk to digest the food that he just ate.

“Wei Jing.” With a loud shout, the door was suddenly slammed open.
Xu Jiahui stared at him with his eyes twinkling and asked with a clear voice, “Are you really fine now?”

“Don’t worry, I’m doing great.”

“Then Wei Jing…I, I will become a strong policeman when I grow up, to protect you.” Having been contemplating for so long, Xu Jiahui yelled out those words with his eyes tightly closed.

Wei Jing became stunned with him yelling “No” internally.
Admiration probably grew in him after witnessing the policemen’s power and timely rescue.
“There’s no need.
Look, I saved you once and you saved me at the end.
We are even!”

“No!” Determination was written across Xu Jiahui’s face, “Wei Jing, don’t worry, I know! No matter how hard and exhausting it is, I will persist through and become a good policeman.
I will not give it up halfway.”

Wei Jing: …

What did you know? I don’t even know, what did you know? Please, you can do whatever you want, just not joining the police, ok? (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻

Wei Jing suddenly felt emotionally exhausted.

“Hahahaha!!! Since you have a goal, you have to work hard for it.” Outside the room, a thirty-ish middle-aged looking man looked at Xu Jiahui with smiling eyes.
“When you were young, you also said that you would learn drawing with dad, but then you gave up halfway.”

“I really don’t like to draw! I had to sit there for a long time, it was so uncomfortable.” Xu Jiahui mumbled to himself for a bit then his eyes suddenly lit up.
“Wei Jing, didn’t you like to draw a lot? How about letting my dad teach you? He can’t do anything else, but he’s pretty good at drawing.”

“Hey! Little brat, what do you mean by I ‘can’t do anything else’?” Xu Jiaming, who was being disparaged by his son, started to complain.

“It’s the truth.
You can’t do any chores.” Xu Jiahui stared at his father with a disdainful look.
“Even I know how to fry an egg and cook fried rice.
Do you?”

The kitchen killer Xu Jiaming: …

Do you know how precious my hands are? Do you know that a piece of my artwork is worth hundreds of thousands? Why not draw if you have the time to cook? Little brat, don’t even understand the difference in importance.
Although Xu Jiaming was complaining internally, he still acted like the good dad he was.
The man smiled at Wei Jing.
“Thank you for saving my son.”

“Nonono.” Wei Jing was shocked by the sudden words and waved his hand in denial, “Truth to be told, this all happened because of me.
If he didn’t stay with me, he wouldn’t have to go through the suffering.”

“No one would expect such a thing to happen, it’s not your fault.” Xu Jiaming was a rational man, “Xu Jiahui told me about the escape, in short…thank you.”

Wei Jing smiled reluctantly, he felt like he didn’t deserve the gratitude…

Upon noticing Wei Jing’s reluctance, Xu Jiaming changed the subject casually.
“I heard Xu Jiahui mention that you like to draw.
Coincidentally, I also like to draw, so if you don’t mind, feel free to come to my house in the future and we can draw together.”

Although he phrased it that way, what was there for an adult to draw with a child? He was simply implying that he could teach Wei Jing to draw and that Wei Jing didn’t have to be shy about it.

Wei Jing…Wei Jing was stunned by this coincidental luck.

This was Xu Jiaming, the Xu Jiaming who was the artist on the top of the pyramid.