When I received the photos sent tomorrow night, Wakasui happened to be in the university dormitory.

After getting a general understanding of the situation, Ruoshui immediately pulled a few strong men from the computer department in the school and processed the photos of tomorrow night a little.

If the water does not require refinement, it is just a simple process of cutting and editing, adjusting the saturation, although there is a bit of waste to pull the big touch PS master, but at least to ensure the original taste of the picture.

After the pictures were processed one by one, Ruoshui did not add any text, and directly uploaded it to the official accounts of various networks of Tiandiguan.

These pictures, together are a complete story, but if they are accompanied by lengthy text explanations, they will lose their fairy tale color.

"It's obviously a sad story, but the immature brush with a slightly dreamy color dilutes the sadness, but gives people the warmth of being healed. After the upload ended, Ruoshui commented on his account for the first time.

Even though it was late at night, more than a dozen pictures uploaded still exploded a large school of fish in the water.

First, the group members of the chat group poked in, and then the pilgrims of Tiandiguan came one after another, and finally even the majority of netizens were attracted to it.

The heat of Tan Haoliang's incident has not subsided before, and the view of heaven and earth, which has attracted a lot of attention, is like a lighthouse in the dark night, and it is difficult not to be conspicuous!

"This painting is on the same level as my five or six-year-old son, but when it is connected, it is sublimated as if it has given a soul. A pilgrim sighed.

"Thank you Tomorrow Night Lecturer, this is indeed a good story that touches the hearts of people! Who said that stories can only be told through words and words, and watch my Tomorrow Night Lecturer tell it in a way of pictures!" This is probably a group friend who often listens to Tomorrow Night's storytelling.

"How can I say it, I watched the tears fall, but after reading it, I felt very warm. A college student praised.

"It's just a picture of death, but it vividly presents the daily life of the old hunter and the little fox, which many famous painters can't do. Personally, I suggest that it be included in the art textbook, we need this kind of excellent work with connotation and depth!" An art student from a prestigious school said that he was ashamed.

A pure passer-by, saying that he cried so much that he couldn't help but think of the time when his grandfather passed away. Passers-by who were attracted to it left a message.

"I'm the director of Extreme Shadow Entertainment, and I'm going to adapt this story into a movie, and this will definitely be the best film of the year!" said an unknown director.

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In China, a rapidly developing country, the main theme culture promoted must be positive and correct.

There is no doubt that this story of Tomorrow Night is the kind of good story that can give people positive energy.

Unlike those greasy chicken soups, this is probably similar to a bowl of simple wild vegetable soup, which is a little sour at first, and once it is in the stomach, there will be a warmth that spreads from the stomach to the whole body, and people can't help but taste it.

It is precisely because of this that several children's graffiti-like drawings spread like a virus, hitting the softness of countless people's hearts.

For this kind of situation, I am afraid that tomorrow night, who has fallen asleep, will never expect it.

Knock Throat!

In the middle of the night, Xuanwei's mobile phone suddenly rang with a message prompt.

Xuanwei, who had just survived the daily torture of piercing the heart lock and was pranayama to calm his mind, couldn't help frowning.

There are very few contacts on Xuanwei's phone, especially after the chat group is set not to remind new messages, usually his phone's prompt sound is only a reminder when the battery is low.

In other words, once Xuanwei's mobile phone receives the message, it is definitely true!

Xuanwei picked up his phone and saw that the message was actually Qiushui.

"Strange, how could Qiushui send a message in the middle of the night, could it be that there is an urgent matter in the Heaven and Earth Temple? No, if there is an emergency, she should call directly!" Xuan Wei guessed.

Shaking his head, Xuanwei reached out and clicked on the message.

When the disciple read the story of Ming Ye's painting, he was suddenly moved, so he composed a song. The composition and lyrics are very smooth, but after singing it, the disciple always feels that something is missing, and I ask the master to help correct it!"

Xuan Wei glanced at the time displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, it was only two or three hours after the painting was completed tomorrow night, but he didn't expect Qiushui to write a song inspired by this?

It is said that "literary thoughts are like springs, and inspiration is like diabetes", could it be that as soon as this inspiration comes, it is really full of breath and heartiness?

Ahem, but then again, it's really the style of autumn water.

To be able to send a message to Xuan Wei at this point in time to discuss music, and even before the dawn of the next day, maybe there is only Qiushui, a music addict who is extremely obsessed with music!

Xuanwei didn't think it bothered him, among the several disciples, aside from Su Xin's nominal name, Qiushui was probably the disciple who Xuanwei usually taught the least, and he was also the disciple who Xuanwei felt was the most worthy of being a teacher.

After all, Qiushui chose Ledao, and the teachings that Xuanwei could give were quite limited, and more often than not, he just played the role of a guide.

At present, it is rare for Qiushui to take the initiative to ask for help, and Xuanwei is in good spirits.

At the bottom of the message, an audio file is attached, which should have been recorded by Qiushui when he sang it himself.

It took a few seconds for the audio file to be downloaded, and Xuanwei directly clicked to play.

At the beginning of the song, there is a string of beautiful music of guqin wheels, since Xuanwei gave the Great Sage's relict qin to Qiushui, her guqin attainments can be said to have soared.

The skill of this hand wheel finger alone is no longer under the mystery!

In the sound of the strings of the guqin, the piano key sound simulated by the software is as crisp as a pearl, and the two complement each other, and there is no contradiction at all.

The prelude gradually passed, and Qiushui's singing cut in at the right time, and the ethereal voice was really difficult for people to find out what could be criticized.

Xuan Wei listened carefully to the music, and until the end of the last epilogue, he was still immersed in the song composed by Qiu Shui.

After a long time, Xuan Wei let out a leisurely sigh.

"It's a beautiful and warm song, but it's really missing!" Xuanwei frowned.

The lyrics and songs are perfect, and the singing can't find flaws, why do you feel that something is missing?

Xuanwei pondered for a moment, but still couldn't figure out the problem.

Just as Xuanwei was puzzled and started playing music again, there was a slight humming sound in his ears.

Xuan Wei looked in the direction of the sound, and Mingye in the room muttered something in his sleep, humming something in a daze.

It seemed that he heard the music playing outside, and although he didn't wake up tomorrow night, he still hummed along.

"I see! No wonder I feel that something is missing!" Xuan Wei glanced at the immature face of the flesh whirring tomorrow night, and couldn't help but chuckle out loud.

Taking the phone, Xuanwei replied with a message to Qiushui.