"Teacher Qiu, have you made an appointment for lunch?"

Zhong Yue looked up, it was Zhao Lele, who received him at the beginning, put down the manuscript that he had read for a morning, and shook his head. In fact, it can't be said that I watched it all morning. It was already half past eight when the magazine went to work, he came over at nine o'clock, and talked to the president, and finally went around and around, and waited for the seat to start reading the manuscript, in fact, it was already ten o'clock, and it was only an hour when Zhao Lele called him to eat.

Zhao Lele smiled: "That...... Can you, I mean, Mr. Qiu, can we have a meal with you? ”

Zhong Yue nodded.

Zhao Lele turned around, put on a triumphant posture towards the sisters who were peeking in the office area, and immediately turned around, "Teacher Qiu must not be familiar with the environment around the magazine." Let's take you to eat the most affordable. We go there a lot. ”

Zhong Yue got up and followed behind Zhao Lele.

"This black gauze on you......"

Zhong Yue wrote down some of the most frequently asked questions in advance on the note and showed them to Zhao Lele.

"Oh, I'm sorry. That...... Let's go. She originally thought that this tightly wrapped Qiu Shan was a cold artist, and she didn't bother to show her face, or she was embarrassed to be an illustrator, but she didn't expect to dress up like this because her skin was burned.

"Teacher Qiu, I see that you have been sitting all morning and have not touched your pen, is this not any idea?"

Zhong Yue shook his head, wanting to say that he was just looking at what these stories were expressing.

However, Zhao Lele saw Zhong Yue shaking his head, and subconsciously thought that Zhong Yue just didn't have any ideas, so he comforted: "Teacher Qiu, don't worry. The part-time artist of our magazine used to be like this, and every time I had to wait until two days before the end of the month to print, the quality was uneven, so now the magazine has been looking for a few good artists. ”

Zhong Yue smiled.

At noon, everyone ate beef from a nearby water basin together, eating white buns, for a southerner like Zhong Yue, who has eaten rice all his life, this meal was like eating a snack. But it's still comfortable, after all, he hasn't eaten meat for a long time, for Fu Guoqiang's family, under the tight life, paying Zhong Yue's medical expenses in advance is already a thing worthy of Zhong Yue's gratitude, and other material conditions, Zhong Yue has never said a word, of course, he can't speak.

Back at the magazine, it's still a lunch break, and it's relatively relaxed. Liu Ping and the two presidents were not there, so some of us sat together and chatted, and some played with their mobile phones.

Zhong Yue combed through these manuscripts on one side. The theme of this time is childhood memories, and these stories are also selected based on this theme, so the illustrations that Zhong Yue wants to draw should also be closely related to this theme.

He began to prepare to draw the cover. Midsummer, childhood memories. Zhong Yue's pen is dotted on rice paper. The base picture of the cover of the magazine naturally needs to be beautifully drawn, and it must also be able to resonate with readers, Zhong Yue considered that the readers of this magazine are all over the age of twenty, in fact, they are about the same age as him, and on a midsummer night, he has nothing to remember.

The banyan tree by the pond screamed. Zhong Yue's brushstrokes are natural, without pretentiousness, he has been doing addition before, and now he is doing subtraction, which is naturally easy, of course, this subtraction is not a simple painting or something less, but a clean and concise use of the pen to consider.

After blending and coloring, Zhong Yue used a small clip to clamp it to a long line drawn on the glass window, and continued to draw his next small picture.

As for the illustrations, it may be a plot, or some scene illustrations, anyway, Zhong Yue draws according to what he associates.

There are more and more illustrations on the long line, and some of them are only very small, so it only takes dozens of minutes to add coloring.

For an afternoon, Zhong Yue sat in his position like this, creating.

"Oh my God......! Teacher Qiu Shan, did you draw these in the afternoon?" Zhao Lele, who was about to go to the toilet, suddenly glanced at it, and saw a long list of illustrations drawn in the window, revealing a surprised look.

Zhong Yue nodded and took a sip of herbal tea. It's been a long time since he's been so focused on painting, and in the past two years, he's mostly been using ink to activate the meridians, and he's not focusing on calligraphy and painting, and the year before, he didn't have the ability to paint with a pen.

Liu Ping also heard the movement from the office, and said that she hadn't drawn anything in the morning, and she was inspired in just one afternoon, so she walked out of the office to look.

A series of small paintings on the window are like memories that make the colleagues in the magazine stunned. I don't know why, when they saw the pictures drawn by Zhong Yue, they felt that they could really evoke childhood memories.

The painting has a strong sense of intuition, because the world is made of colors. Zhong Yue sat in the sun and drank tea like this, looking old, admiring his works, as peaceful as an old grandfather.

Bang Bang Bang!

Wang Rui didn't know when he stood by Liu Ping's side, and he was also very excited to look at Zhong Yue's series of works, "These works are a pity to be used as illustrations, this is simply a work of art." ”

Zhong Yue didn't speak, but closed the paint boxes so that they wouldn't dry out from being exposed for a long time with the air conditioner on. These exchanged paints will not be like the things obtained by the system lottery, and they are still renewable.

"Mr. Qiu. Wang Rui walked over excitedly.

Zhong Yue also stood up.

"You drew all of this in one afternoon?"

Zhong Yue nodded.

"It's incredible? Are you a professional painter? It was really rude before. ”

Zhong Yue shook his head.

"Don't be modest, and don't put yourself on probation. I'm very satisfied with this set of illustrations with the theme of childhood, Editor-in-Chief Liu, how do you compare the sketches handed in by Xiao Wang before?"

"I also think that Mr. Qiu's paintings are more appropriate, but they are very artistic. Our story digest like "New Reader" really needs to be accompanied by some artistic illustrations, but close to life, which is very good. ”

Wang Rui smiled and said, "Then I decide." Regarding the employment of Mr. Qiushan. After I seriously considered it, I skipped the probationary period directly, and from now on, Mr. Qiu Shan will be the art editor-in-chief of our magazine!"

"Wow, editor-in-chief! This is directly the editor-in-chief?"

"Congratulations to Mr. Qiu. ”

"Teacher Qiu, do you have a treat?"

Although Wang Rui was talking about the editor-in-chief, Zhong Yue understood that this editor-in-chief had some meaning of the commander of the light pole. Originally, Wang Rui thought that he had to find at least two art editors, but after seeing Zhong Yue's efficiency and quality, he immediately slapped his thigh and gave him the title of art editor-in-chief.

After all, such talents have to be retained!