Early the next morning, Wang Ming went out and drove to the company apartment. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

A week has passed, and I must come to see the progress and results of Yoshihiro Fujian, otherwise I can't rest assured at all, I really have too many previous convictions, and in order to delay the manuscript, I even asked my wife and the editor to say that I was dead, this kind of person can't be trusted at all.

The apartment of Tianwang Group is located behind the company, and the apartment building is 17 floors high, which is like a child compared to the Tianwang Building next to it. In the middle of the two high-rise buildings is a blue swimming pool with a water park for children to enjoy. Now it happens to be summer, the children are playing in the pool, the adults are sitting around the pool, while taking care of their children, while chatting with other people, this outdoor pool is very large, the residents of several nearby communities often come to play, the price of 30 yuan per person is not high, and it is often full when the weather is hot. The greening of the community is good, some unknown broad-leaved ferns are around, and there are dozens of tall palm trees in the middle, because the flowering period is about to pass, the small yellow and white flowers fall on the driveway, which is very conspicuous against the gray asphalt road.

Park your car and take the elevator to the 17th floor. This is what Wang Ming requested, the 17th floor is quiet with few people, which is convenient for painting, saving him from becoming obsessed with mahjong and becoming a genius mahjong boy.

"Tuk tuk. ”

"Who?"

With the sound of slippers on the floor, the door of the apartment opened: "Teacher Qingbai, please come in, please come in, I have a lot of questions for you." ”

"Hmm!" Wang Ming nodded and walked in.

Yoshihiro Fujian, who closed the door, said as he walked towards the living room: "I've been busy studying comics lately, and I haven't prepared slippers for guests, so you can just come in, teacher, anyway, it's not ...... at home How... You know. Hey. ”

There is no need to be reminded by Yoshihiro Fujian, Wang Ming has already seen it-

Empty Coke bottles piled up on the coffee table, cups that looked like they had been filled with colorful drinks, clothes thrown off the bathroom door, and waste paper littered everywhere......

As expected, this is the bachelor's apartment, which is similar to his own.

Perhaps feeling that he had lost face in front of the teacher, Yoshihiro Fujian hurriedly took out a large convenience bag from the kitchen, and first swept the empty jars on the table, revealing the ashtray full of cigarette butts in the middle, and his hands were busy cleaning up, and his feet were not idle. Sitting on the ground with his buttocks, he threw the clothes piled up at the door of the toilet with his legs into the bathroom......

Wang Ming went to Yantai when Yoshihiro Fujian was cleaning up his room. This is the top floor of the building, and the balconies of each family are interconnected, and now there is only one resident on the 17th floor, and the iron door on the balcony does not need to be locked. Leaning over, you can see the newly built high-speed bridge, which is to alleviate urban congestion, dredge rail transit construction, during the day is nothing, at night, the bright yellow lights hanging on the bridge are very dazzling, the stinging people can't open their eyes, those who like to put the bed on the balcony are estimated to be unlucky.

Walk through the iron gate next to the balcony and go up the stairs, above which is a very large platform with table tennis and badminton courts, but unfortunately the wind here is sometimes very strong, and it always blows these gentle balls away. The scenery on the rooftop is also good, and there are residential areas around, so maybe you can see something inappropriate for children with a telescope. . .

After ten minutes of busy work, the apartment can finally see a little bit of its original appearance, although the walls of the room are dyed with the color of Yoshihiro Tomiyasu...

Back in the house, Wang Ming glanced around, and there was no place to sit, so he had to lean against the door, looking at Fu Jian Yoshihiro who was kneeling in the living room with a smile, and didn't say a word.

Under the curtain of the rising sun, there is a string of wind chimes made of conch, which looks a little old, and when the wind blows, it sounds a little crisp, and the wind behind it blows slowly, and the sound of the wind chimes has been ringing, and it will not be very annoying. If it weren't for the scene just now that hadn't dissipated from his mind, it would have been a great room, Wang Ming couldn't help but think so.

Fu Jian Yibo smiled as if he was flattering, put the freshly brushed cup on the table, poured a cup of tea from the teapot, and pushed it to Wang Ming's side.

This tea is not delicious, it is probably the kind of dozens of big bags in the supermarket, but Wang Ming doesn't care, he doesn't like to drink tea, and this time he didn't come to the tea tasting conference, it has been wasted for a long time, and if he doesn't get into the topic, he will have to eat lunch.

Seeing Teacher Qingbai sitting opposite, Yoshihiro Fujian rubbed his hands nervously and put the prepared manuscript on the table: "This is the first sentence I drew this week, a total of fifteen pages. ”

When Wang Ming looked through it, Fujian Yoshihiro was a little nervous, the teacup in his hand was also a little trembling, and the water droplets that splashed fell on his arm as if he didn't realize it, he hoped to hear a word of agreement from Teacher Qingbai's mouth. In the past few days, he has forgotten to sleep and eat, as if there is nothing else in his life, only painting, every morning to order takeout, and one day at a time, so that he can save a few minutes of time, this is the first time he feels happy, he likes this industry, when creating, the feeling of inspiration is constantly emerging, it's good!

Yoshihiro Fujian was very scared! He was afraid that he would hear from the mouth of Mr. Qingbai, this was his hard work, watching one character after another in his hands, a sense of joy made him insist, although he did his best to do his best in these dozen pages of sketches, but now is the time to test the results, whether it is successful or not depends on the other party.

Gently putting down the sketch in his hand, Wang Ming's eyes were full of surprise, regret, and happiness. Surprisingly, Yoshihiro Fujian's painting skills are very high, and he is not much better than himself, if he knows more about some tips on drawing, he must be able to crush a large number of people in the drawings he draws. It's a pity that the lines of these dozen pages are not concise enough, but as a newcomer, it is already very good to be able to do this, and he is worthy of being a genius boy. Fortunately, he found him, if he hadn't found him, then he might go to an architectural company, become a designer, maybe he would have become a design master with the ideas in his mind, maybe he would have embarked on the road of cartoonist through other means, but he would not have anything to do with himself.

"Now, I'll take you off. ”

Wang Ming, who had made up his mind, slapped the sketch on the table, stared at Yoshihiro Fujian with his eyes and said, "Do you know what is wrong with your sketches on these pages?"

Wang Ming's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and Fu Jianyibo's eyes were instantly filled with loss.

Is this the consequence of my hard work this week? Am I really not suitable to be a cartoonist? I have worked hard, but what is wrong with it?