Inoue dragged his tired body and walked home, pushing open the door, "I'm back." ”

Inoue is not in a good mood, and the bad mood is not because he was attacked collectively in the comic club just now, and he has long disliked the phenomenon that these people in the comic club think that they are high and can't compare to others, so they slander others. In his opinion, it is impossible to create good works in this way, and if he really wants to make his comics look good, some people like to read them, not how Han Mo is, but how to surpass Han Mo's works.

But Inoue has been working hard to improve himself, but there is still no sales, even those who laugh at him, are better than him, although many people let him make his comics more commercial, but he doesn't want to, comics are his always ideal, he is painting with his soul, if he bows to interests, it is selling his soul, in the hearts of others think this idea is ridiculous, but in Inoue's heart, drawing comics is sacred.

Hearing her husband's voice, Zhou Qingci, who was still cooking in the kitchen, came out, "How is it, has this batch of drafts passed?"

The works submitted to the comic club must be approved by the comic club.,Only through can you get the manuscript fee.,Of course, some comics may be paid in advance or made an appointment.,But an author like Inoue.,Only in this way.。

Inoue shook his head and placed his bag on the shelf in the doorway.

A trace of disappointment flashed between Zhou Celadon eyebrows, but it disappeared in a flash, and then he said with a smile, "It's okay, there are always people who will appreciate it, I like your paintings very much, it's just amazing." ”

Inoue didn't want to bring his frustration home, but when his wife asked about the delivery, he still couldn't hold back, and at the moment looking at his wife's relieved eyes, he felt a little guilty that he couldn't bring good news to his wife, and he was more moved.

"Probably only you will like my paintings. Inoue sighed softly.

"Since I will like it, there will be others who will like it. Zhou Celadon said indifferently.

Inoue wanted to squeeze out a big smile to comfort his wife, but he couldn't laugh, and finally turned into a strange expression that seemed to be smiling, which made Zhou Qingci laugh.

My wife's smile came from the heart, cute and gentle, and Inoue laughed too.

Originally, when I entered the door, I was still in a bad mood, and in the short walk to the dining table, I drove all the bad moods out of my body.

Of course, it is not Inoue himself who can do a miraculous thing, but his wife.

Inoue has always been proud that Zhou Celadon is his wife, she is more atmospheric and considerate than the women of the island country, and she is not like the women of the island country who are respectful on the surface, but in fact, they may not really support and love their husbands in their hearts.

Zhou Celadon has always supported and encouraged Inoue's cause, even if the whole world thinks Inoue's paintings are rubbish and will not sell for money. Only Zhou Qingci believes that her husband is a comic genius who will always draw touching paintings and tell touching stories.

Inoue feels that he is the happiest cartoonist in the island country, because he married Zhou Qingci, a girl from the northern capital, in fact, he is no longer an island country, because his grandmother and mother are both from the northern capital, although he still has the surname of the family, but most of the blood is no longer the blood of the island people.

Zhou Qingci gave her husband a bowl of rice, but she didn't give it to herself, in fact, she didn't look anxious at all on the surface, and she could comfort her husband with a smile, but she was also very angry in her heart, her mouth was foaming, and she couldn't eat the rice, and the excuse she used every time was to lose weight, and at first Inoue nagged her not to lose weight, and then she acquiesced.

Zhou Qingci sat beside Inoue, was silent for a moment and said tentatively, "Why don't we try it and submit the manuscript to other magazines." ”

Inoue shook his head helplessly, "It's useless, I went to all the magazines I could go, but there was no result." ”

Zhou Qingci paused, "What about Han Mo?"

Inoue opened his lips slightly and gasped.

......

Han Mo videotaped to the little guy on his mobile phone, there is an activity at Xuanxuan School today, learn in advance, and Shu Ya is also resting at home.

Although the current Shu Ya is a giant panda-level existence, the four old men take care of them too evilly, and Han Mo doesn't want to ask them, and when he asks, it's all a matter.

Now Han Mo is in one-line contact with the little guy.

"Xuanxuan, how is Mom doing today?" Han Mo doted on the little guy on the screen.

Xuanxuan pouted, "Didn't Dad say yesterday that I had a mess of ideas, why did you come to make me an agent today." ”

Han Mo was scolded by his baby daughter and lost his temper, so he could only smile at it, "Yesterday my father was unintentional, our family Xuanxuan is the most competent agent, and her ideas are also first-class, but my father is stupid, and he doesn't grasp it every time." ”

Han Mo's attitude of admitting his mistake was sincere, and the little guy crossed his waist and pretended to be angry for a while, then entered the state of a little agent, and reported to his father in a low voice.

"Mom didn't eat any of the food my grandmother cooked today, and she said she had no appetite. My grandfather told me a joke to make my mother happy, but my mother didn't laugh, but I felt so funny.

Later, my grandfather said to play the piano to my mother, although my mother didn't say it, but I didn't really want to hear it, but when I practiced the piano in the afternoon, my mother listened very seriously, praised me, and rewarded me with a strawberry cake.

It was supposed to be my grandmother's storytelling time, but my mother fell asleep, and my grandmother didn't finish it, so she told me a few books.

Today, my grandfather and grandfather took me out to play together, and I think they are still happy with me. ”

The little guy talked to himself for a long time before he stopped reporting to his father in a burst of smug laughter.

When Han Mo heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but snicker in his heart, Shu Ya must have deliberately pretended to be asleep, listening to stories every day was boring enough, and he found a detail, no matter who did anything, it seemed that the little guy would benefit in the end, this kid was clever.

Han Mo actually just understands the general situation of Shu Ya, as long as she is in a good mood, she is really good, and the other four old people are here, so there is absolutely no need to worry.

As for why the little guy was an agent, in fact, it was just to find an excuse to play with her and make the child happy, if he really needed to know something, Han Mo could go home and ask, there was no need to sneak around.

At the end of the video, Han Mo put his phone aside.

"Mr. Han, I received a comic manuscript here, which I hope can be published in our comic magazine. Huang Shanshan walked into the office with a cartoon.

After the comic magazine became popular, it always received a lot of submissions, and most of Han Mo was handled by Huang Shanshan herself, but she really couldn't make a choice, and she reported to Han Mo here.

This time, he took the sketch directly to the office, and Han Mo asked strangely, "Is it difficult to make a decision?"

Huang Shanshan frowned slightly, "He is from the island country." ”

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