Chapter Seventy-Eight: I Haven't Woken Up Yet
It's been turned to thirty pages.,The content of the comics,It's still about how the two childhood sweethearts cultivate their feelings.,Although the plot is very warm.,But there's no highlight at all.,If the division of the two is a highlight.,It's too much to underestimate him.,His pen has a popular juvenile comic like "Death". Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
Therefore, it is impossible for him to be only to this extent.
Turning the page, suddenly a painting with an incomparable sense of beauty came into view, "The meaning of 5 centimeters per second, you know??"
When she saw this picture for the first time, she was stunned by it.
A large cherry blossom tree, occupying one-third of the whole page, under the tree stood a little boy and a little girl, the boy was wearing a brown and yellow sweatshirt, light green pants, carrying an ordinary blue school bag, the girl was wearing a pink coat, navy blue skirt, flying brown hair, they looked at the cherry blossoms falling in the sky, with confusion and expectation for the future in their eyes.
"This painting ......"
There is a striking beauty to this painting, which is what I am now pursuing, a magnificent painting technique that only those masters can master.
Looking at Wang Ming, who was draped in a towel quilt next to her, she smiled, "You are really a genius." ”
As Wang Ming's assistant, Yue Qianming knows his efforts. He often said that he just got the gift of the times, never mentioned his efforts, and said that he had a mission, so he kept running on the road and never stopped at all. The pace of his career development is very big, comics, music, virtual idols, animation, live broadcasts, websites, these are his achievements in two months, and these achievements, put on other people, enough for them to use for a lifetime. Even for a genius, this kind of span is too huge, if he hadn't handed over the live broadcast to his father to repay his father's help, he must have collapsed because of the broken capital chain.
I don't understand, I really don't understand, why is he so desperate, obviously he only needs to continue to paint to become famous, he will get everything he deserves, and he will be remembered, but he has been moving forward bravely and has been working hard......
Geniuses think highly of themselves, but his efforts are even more admirable, he is a genius who understands the importance of hard work, and this is why Yue Qianming is willing to stay by his side all the time.
At this moment, Wang Ming's phone suddenly rang.
When I picked up the phone and was about to press it, I suddenly found that the name displayed on it was Liu Chengfeng. This is the editor-in-chief of the cat, Yue Qianming also knows, he generally does not take the initiative to call the cartoonists below, as long as he calls, it means that something is wrong, and this is one of the experiences that Yue Qianming gained after signing a contract with the publishing house for two years.
Yue Qianming: "Hey, editor-in-chief, is there anything to find Teacher Qingbai?"
Hearing that it was Teacher Yueming who answered the phone, Liu Chengfeng was a little strange, but he didn't care too much, after all, she was Teacher Qingbai's assistant.
"What was his decision: to go abroad or to stay at home. ”
"What?"
Yue Qianming was a little strange, what was going on? Why did he go abroad? Is he going to give up his career here? Or is it because of some unavoidable reason? What is the reason? Yue Qianyin was completely confused.
Liu Chengfeng: "Didn't he tell you? His cartoons were officially banned from being published. ”
"How...... How could this be?" Yue Qianming couldn't believe it at all. Two weeks ago, the single book of "Blone" had just been listed, and it had received unanimous praise, and the sales volume in the first week also reached seven million, which was an excellent answer for a rookie cartoonist, although it was not as good as the 9.7 million of "Phoenix Tour" released later, but this is a duel between publicity and no publicity, as well as the views of newcomers and old people, so overall, "Grim Reaper" is slightly stronger than "Phoenix Tour", and the most important thing is that there was no news or rumors at all before, it was too sudden.
"When's the news?"
Liu Chengfeng: "It was yesterday afternoon, and it was a document from the Ministry of Culture, and it also had the signature of the Minister of Education on it, so it would not work if I didn't put it aside for the time being." ”
"This ...... That's right. Looking at the cartoon in his hand, Yue Qianming seemed to know what he meant, he didn't want to leave the motherland, he wanted to stay here.
"He's not going abroad. ”
"Oh, that's great...... Oh yes, please tell him Mr. Yueming, if you can, please prepare another work first. ”
"Okay, it won't keep you waiting. ”
As soon as I put down the phone, suddenly a voice rang: "Who called?"
Yue Qianming, who was startled, hurriedly put down the phone in her hand and explained anxiously: "That...... That one...... I...... Sorry, I didn't mean to listen to your call, I'm sorry. ”
Picked up the phone and glanced at it, "The editor-in-chief called." As he spoke, Wang Ming lay on the table again, his expression was still a little unawake, his eyes were blank, and he could see a grain of eye feces in the corner of his eye, which was completely different from the usual person who paid attention to his image.
Slightly wrinkled pajamas, dark eye circles, cloudy eyes, like an ordinary house that hasn't woken up, Yue Qianming has never seen him so decadent, decadent and distressing.
"Sorry, I was so tired just now that I made you smile. ”
Shaking his head, he looked at Wang Ming and said: "I know everything, the work is sealed, you must be the most uncomfortable, although I can't understand the pain, but I believe you can get through." ”
Looking at Yue Qianming, who was cheering for herself in front of her, Wang Ming smiled bitterly, "I don't have such strong confidence, but I borrow your auspicious words." ”
Looking at this somewhat distorted smile, Yue Qianming was silent, and pointed to the comic on the table and asked, "Is that your new work?"
Looking at the sketches on the table, Wang Ming asked with a smile, "Do you know what is five centimeters per second?"
She was a little strange, obviously the two were talking about the type of comics, but he suddenly turned to the content of the work, and it was a question that appeared in the work, but unfortunately, she didn't see the answer yet, so she had to answer honestly: "I don't know." ”
"The cherry blossoms fall at a speed of five centimeters per second. Do you know how far it has traveled after thirteen years of falling?"
"I don't know. ”
Seeing Yue Qianming's somewhat cute appearance, Wang Ming chuckled, grabbed the towel quilt on his body, threw himself on the bed, and pointed to Wang Jie, who was resting at the computer desk, and said: "She is also very tired, you can take her back to the room to rest, as for the return time, let's change it to this afternoon." ”
Although he knew that the two of them staying up until dawn must have something to do with the ban on "Death", but now, since he doesn't want to say it, forget it.
Rubbing her sour eyes, seeing that Yue Qianming called two servants and took Wang Jie away, Wang Ming was relieved.
His body shrunk into a ball, covered with a thin towel, the sunlight penetrated through the gaps, reflecting the space in a brown-white color, he closed his eyes gently, and there was only a faint lament in the air-
"My Grim Reaper......"