Now I have nothing left but work, gone, completely gone. The performance bonus is gone, the attendance bonus is gone, and you have to face salary deductions.

There is no overtime pay, and it has to be deducted. From that day on, my life could only accept this sad fact.

Zhao Yihuan put the porridge on the corner of the table, it was still the same place, and Zhang Yihang would come over to get it himself, maybe he wouldn't dare to come over today.

After all, once she comes, she Zhao Yihuan will kill him once with her eyes. He may have a different way of dying in Zhao Yihuan's heart and die repeatedly.

Zhao Yihuan turned on the computer as soon as he sat down, preparing to work hard for the next day.

The documents to deal with today are already piled up on the table, and it is really challenging to look at those literary descriptions and draw the characters in their minds. In the past, I only thought that music is the most moving, but in fact, painting is the same, and if you paint well, you can increase your salary. Thinking that he could increase his salary, Zhao Yihuan smiled at the computer screen.

However, there are more times when she is criticized and teased, after all, she is a professional half-ass.

For example, once Zhao Yihuan wanted to paint such a woman, "white clothes fluttering, standing in the wind, long hair to the waist, the lover can be returned". When reading it, Zhao Yihuan knew that this was a lovesick woman, but he knew that she was wearing white clothes, plus ancient texts, that is, ancient costumes and Hanfu, and the woman also had waist-length hair.

Then Zhao Yihuan drew a woman standing by the lake according to his own understanding, watching the river rolling eastward in a daze, but he didn't see the boat going up the river and returning here. But she painted so badly that she painted people on a reef, and the reef was well drawn, but it was too oblique, but the human body bent forward with the slope of the reef, giving people the illusion that the woman in the painting was going to throw herself into the river.

Zhang Yihang looked at the painting at that time and said to Zhao Yihuan: "This woman doesn't want to throw herself into the river! ”

She wanted to express her thoughts and feelings, and when she was misunderstood, she said, "You can see a little more clearly."

Zhang Yihang looked at it very seriously and replied: "This angle is good, if she wants to jump, she will definitely not be able to save it!"

"Don't you think she's thinking about people? she's thinking about men!" Zhao Yihuan said.

"Well, it's really thinking about people. Zhang Yihang nodded.

Zhao Yihuan was overjoyed in his heart, and then heard the second half of the sentence, "Thinking about it, I can't think about it, so I go to jump into the river, it's not uncommon." ”

Zhao Yihuan thought to himself, except for jumping into the river, can't he decorate it in his head? Thinking about suicide every day, there will be no depression.

It was obviously a painting of missing the wanderer, but it was said to be thrown into the river, and Zhao Yihuan's face turned black on the spot. What light and shadow are well expressed on Zhao Yihuan's face, and the three-dimensional sense is very good.

What she wants to express is that the woman, the man she was thinking about in her heart, has not returned yet, she is thinking about him, where he is, and whether he is doing well.

Zhao Yihuan thought to herself, isn't my painting clear enough, or is he blind!

Of course, Zhang Yihang is a professional, he can see the flaws and deficiencies in Zhao Yihuan's paintings at a glance, and he really wants to teach them on the spot. However, Zhao Yihuan didn't stay in his room for long, and left with the painting.

Because the layout was too rough, Zhang Yihang finally did not accept Zhao Yihuan's painting.

Zhao Yihuan's painting skills really need to be improved, after all, painting requires diligence in addition to talent.

It is difficult for people who are not diligent to gain a foothold in this industry.

Zhao Yihuan was shot.

Besides, talent is brought from the mother's womb, and the acquired cultivation is not outstanding.

Zhao Yihuan was hit by an arrow again.

The important thing is talent, you can learn it in your mother's belly! Prenatal education, do you understand it?

Zhao Yihuan is destined to be a cannon fodder NPC, after all, her mother's prenatal education is to sing sopranos.

In addition to singing, Zhao Yihuan only had music to go before the age of 18, but the accident at the age of 18 created her life as cannon fodder.

I'm supposed to shine like a star, why can't I fight for the top except for the bottom now?

Occasionally, I will be misunderstood, and the characters I am said to be drawn are not men or women, and I want to draw a Q version, which is relatively simple, and the theme can also become relaxed and witty, and people will become happy when they look at it. But the boss made it clear that he would not give it.

Zhao Yihuan was aggrieved, the baby was bitter, but the baby couldn't bear it.

I insist on it every day, and I have to be angry every day. Because it's work! No one's work is smooth sailing, and there will always be all kinds of troubles.

For example, a troublesome boss, a troublesome colleague, a troublesome friend. As long as it's not a troublesome boyfriend, Zhao Yihuan will turn a blind eye, after all, if you talk too much, the relationship will definitely become stiff.

Zhao Yihuan opened the first document, which was written in black and white, and the painting text suggestion of "The Wife of an Unfamiliar General".

Character introduction: Shu An, is the general's wife. The tassel step shakes the red pink outfit, and the eyebrows are a little red bead lips. The red gauze covers the peach blossom eyes, and the long halberd is held on the battlefield.

The female general with a halberd in her hand, is it good to draw her as Mulan?

Blind guessing Mulan must be a bad sign.

If you paint her beautifully, there should be no problem.

Heroes don't ask men and women.

Seems to understand a little.

It's just that after Zhao Yihuan's transformation, he became fat, the kind of big-headed doll with a big head and a small body.

Tassels and shaking, is it appropriate?

Is it appropriate to go to war in this way? Doesn't fighting a war require traveling lightly?

Sure enough, the story in the novel can't be taken seriously, and if it's serious, I'll lose.

How do you draw to show the character's character?

It's too hard.

Zhao Yihuan lay on the table and looked at those copywriters, how annoying he looked.

Suddenly a person appeared behind him, he was, that's right, it was him - Zhang Yihang.

"Where's my breakfast?"

There were too many papers, covering the table, covering the bowl of unknown porridge over the heavy papers.

"Isn't it in that corner?" Zhao Yihuan raised his head and looked at that corner. "Well, where's the porridge?"

No, it was just placed over there.

yes, it's right there. Zhang Yihang picked up the document, and his hand was full of porridge.

"You actually spilled my porridge. Zhang Yihang lost his temper at Zhao Yihuan inexplicably.

Zhang Yihang didn't want to lose his temper with her, but Zhao Yihuan made the bear sticker on his table dirty, could he not be angry?

"Whoa, tsk, it's so dirty for you. Zhao Yihuan immediately opened the drawer, took out a few pieces of paper, and put them in Zhang Yihang's hand.

"You can't do the slightest thing. Zhang Yihang said in disgust.

Zhao Yihuan killed him with a look, Zhang Yihang didn't say a word, threw down the tissue, and fled back to his office.

It's dark enough today, but it's even more unlucky to recognize him.

Zhao Yihuan had to go to the bathroom to get a rag by himself, but when he came out, Zhao Yihuan took an extra basin of water.

Several documents have been made of porridge, but fortunately the documents are all folder-folders, otherwise she would have been scrapped.

Why? Blame and resign!

Zhao Yihuan took the rag and wiped it again.

Zhao Yihuan puffed out his mouth and exhaled. I wiped many documents, and the porridge on the table became more and more wiped, as if I couldn't finish wiping it.

After more than ten minutes, Zhao Yihuan finally cleaned up, and Zhao Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yihuan, who was sitting in the seat to rest, was still not idle, after all, she saw that a new email appeared in her mailbox.

There is an email, and it is natural to go in and read it, but the computer mouse does not respond, no matter how many times Zhao Yihuan presses, the computer still does not respond.

Next, Zhao Yihuan pressed the spacebar violently, and the computer was still paralyzed, but at this time the screen changed to a blue screen.

"Completely dead. What now?"

Zhao Yihuan, who was so nervous that his legs were weak, spilled the water in the basin, the computer screen went black, and it was completely scrapped.

An email provoked the pot...... The email said that he was helpless and refused to take the blame.