For Ye Yifan, who can only sleep five hours a day, getting up and sleeping lazily has become a too luxurious "dream" in his heart.

It may be an exaggeration to say that the dream is so realistic.

Half past four in the morning.

The lights in the east room on the second floor were already on.

In the room, Ye Yifan stood in front of the desk half-bent, continuing the painting that had not been completed yesterday.

...... in the dark

Over time, the energy-saving lamps that fill the room with light gradually dim and dull.

When a ray of orange sunlight outside the window falls on the white and immaculate wall.

Ye Yifan finally put down the tip of the pen in his hand. "That's it!"

The hand-drawn is all done, and all that's left is to color.

Coloring is done by scanning a scanner into a computer's image processing software.

Although Ye Yifan also added some tones to a certain part of the manuscript, it was only a few places with a relatively large range. He kept the more tricky places.

There is only one hand-drawn copy, and if you shake your hand a little, it will be difficult to make up for it if you make a mistake.

In order to perfect it without fail, the remaining part needs to be made on the computer.

The image processing software is easy, just download one. But Ye Yifan doesn't have a scanner.

Originally, he originally planned to let Cao Jiaoming help him complete this, but after Mo Feng sent a message last night, he changed his mind again.

The cartoon that Mofeng placed at the door of the store yesterday was colored. In addition, he has enough equipment there, and Ye Yifan is really a little relieved to hand it over to others. After thinking about it, I felt that it was more stable to do it myself.

"Hey, Cun Yong, have you had breakfast? Okay, you drive me to the county seat, and I'll treat you to breakfast." ”

After calling Ye Cunyong, Ye Yifan sorted out the manuscript, put it in a large black paper bag and went downstairs.

Chen Shumin was cooking in the kitchen, and Ye Yifan said hello to her and went out.

After going out, I talked to Mo Feng on the phone again and informed him.

……

When the two of them came to the art store, Mo Feng happened to be opening.

"Mofeng, morning. Ye Cunyong parked the car at the door and said hello.

"Hehe, morning. Mo Feng replied with a smile.

"I'm sorry to get you up early in the morning, but in order to make up for your lack of you, I'll have breakfast later. Ye Yifan came behind Mo Feng and said.

"I know you must have not eaten when you got up so early, and I have already bought breakfast. ”

"Have you bought it?" Ye Yifan glanced down at the food bag under his feet with a smell of humid and hot air.

I really bought it......

Mo Feng opened the door lock, pushed it open and said. "Let's go, let's go in. ”

The coloring of the manuscript was actually mentioned by Mo Feng to Ye Yifan. Last night, when he saw the manuscript that Ye Yifan sent him on his mobile phone, he was stunned.

The twelve realistic sketches are as impressive as seeing a real person, and they come to mind from time to time and linger.

In particular, the five manuscripts that combined the cute, beautiful, and bloody comic style completely shocked him.

For Ye Yifan's full-style and conceptual level of paintings, he can only be convinced.

In his heart, he has silently regarded Ye Yifan as his target idol.

Last night, when Ye Yifan agreed to his coloring proposal, he was so excited that he didn't fall asleep until midnight.

Mo Feng glared at the panda and glanced at the counter and said. "Yifan, you wait for a while, I'll go back and get the equipment. ”

"Hmm. Ye Yifan nodded in response.

Comics are Mo Feng's only hobby, and they are also his housekeeping skills.

Although he can only be regarded as a young player in this field, he can also be called a little famous.

Of course, some equipment and tools are available, and he has worked in this area before, and he has a lot of experience in production. In these aspects, he would never do anything to help him.

That's why he swore to help Ye Yifan.

The place where Mofeng lives is near the store.

More than ten minutes later......

Mofeng returned to the store with a laptop and a portable scanner.

There is also a computer and a planar scanner at the counter.

At this time, Ye Yifan was using it.

"Yifan, let's have breakfast first. Mo Feng put things on the counter and stared at Ye Yifan, who was already busy in the counter.

Ye Yifan is choosing a color tone for Dawa's manuscript in the image software, and responded. "Oh, good. ”

"Time is tight, the task is heavy, and it must be done before 6 o'clock this afternoon. Ye Yifan took a bite of a bun and said to Mo Feng.

"Well, you'll let me know where you need to use what color, and the time will ...... Maybe it'll be enough..."Mo Feng looked at the large black paper bag on the table, looking at the thickness of the manuscript, it was estimated that there must be more than 20 manuscripts, and he was not completely sure in his heart.

Mofeng had joined a comic company before, and how much time it took to color it all depended on the planning and complexity of coloring the manuscript.

Mo Feng has also seen more than a dozen in his mobile phone...... To tell you the truth, it was a bit of a struggle to complete it all today.

"If you need my help, just say it, but you're welcome. Ye Cunyong glanced at the two of them separately and asked.

"You?" Ye Yifan looked at him and replied. "Not yet...... It won't be known until noon. ”

Ye Cunyong thought about it carefully, and it took two minutes before he was relieved. "Well, I see. ”

I don't know what to eat until noon when I'm hungry......

"Smack!"

Ye Yifan stuffed half of the bun into his mouth, clapped his hands and said with his cheeks. "Start work. ”

With an excited look on his face, Mo Feng hurriedly took a sip of soy milk, stood up and walked towards the counter.

Ye Cunyong still doesn't know what the two of them are going to do. From the moment he entered the house, he sat on a stool with nothing to do, eating breakfast leisurely.

They didn't know anything about the purpose of their coming to find Mo Feng and Ye Yifan's painting.

"Yifan, what about those sketches?" Mo Feng flipped through the paper bag and checked the manuscripts inside, finding that there were no of the twelve sketches he had seen last night.

"You don't need to paint, that's all you need to work on. Ye Yifan replied.

"Oh. Mo Feng took out Erwa's manuscript and asked. "Yifan, where are these comic characters you draw? ”

At this time, Ye Cunyong, who had nothing to do with himself and never cared about, stood up and walked towards Mo Feng when he heard the words. "Drawing?

"It's a character in my novel. Ye Yifan replied.

"Wait, let me take a look!" Ye Cunyong took Erwa's manuscript from Mo Feng's hand and read it, his eyes widened and widened, and he shouted. "Damn! Yifan! This is your mother?"

Ye Yifan didn't take care of him, and said to Mo Feng. "Mofeng, you bring the notebook to me. ”

"Oh. Mo Feng responded, turned his head and stared at Ye Cunyong as if he was looking at a fool, and then took the manuscript of Erwa from his hand and said. "There's still one in the bag, give me this one first. ”

"And!!"

When Ye Cunyong heard this, he hurriedly opened the paper bag and looked at the manuscripts inside...... Lose your marbles.

"Oh my God! It's so beautiful!"

Ye Cunyong has also been chasing Ye Yifan's novels, but the progress he reads can't keep up with Ye Yifan's update.

"Yifan! these are all gourd babies!"

"This is Sanwa?"

"Damn! Wait, who's these two?"

"These two look like gourd babies too!"

"it! No, these two are also gourd babies!"

"Yifan! you hurry up...... Tell me! Who are these two gourd babies!"

Ye Yifan said without looking back. "Two gourd babies masturbating each other. ”