At seven o'clock in the morning, Wang Ming, who was sleeping on the bed, was woken up by urine, and after going to the toilet comfortably, he couldn't sleep anymore. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info After falling asleep yesterday, I should have been carried home, so I woke up from bed in the morning. But none of this is important, the important thing is that the events of the past period of time have been a great touch to him.

Although the two worlds seem to be not very different, the real situation gives him a stick, and at the same time wakes him up from his sweet dream.

Wang Ming finally understood that simple plagiarism and copying would not work. Take "Death" as an example, in this world where martial arts novels are not in decline and chivalry prevails, this kind of hot blood is also a hot seller, but also has all kinds of hidden dangers, and his competitors just grasped one of the weaknesses, and with the help of his strength, he almost couldn't turn over, which also sounded the alarm for him.

The subsequent works cannot be completely copied, they must be in line with the situation of this world.

Because of this, the original preparation of the second five was destroyed by him. The background of the times in it is different from this world.,This is an animation that reflects reality.,Without this part.,Can there still be so much touching?

Yesterday, when uploading the animation, Wang Ming told his father about it, but he didn't expect his father to move so fast, and in less than a day, he got the information he needed.

Flipping through the information in his hand, compared with the original plot, and after carving the background of the world in his mind anew, he muttered: "Try the preoccupation mode that I just mastered recently, you can only understand it by using it more." ”

Close your eyes and adjust your breathing, construct a scene in your mind, and gently move the brush in your hand to slowly enter that state.

In the afternoon, Liu Zhuyan knocked on the door and wanted to send some fruit to Wang Ming. After knocking for a long time, the door finally opened, and a listless head poked out of it: "Auntie, is there something wrong?"

He gently held the fruit bowl in his hand, indicating that he had come to deliver fruit to him.

"Let the servants do this kind of thing in the future. Letting go of the way, Wang Ming turned around and went back to the house.

When I opened the door, I saw a pile of drawings on the desk. Putting the fruit plate in his hand aside, he asked cautiously: "I said Ah Ming, although comics are very important, don't work too hard, the body is the foundation." ”

Wang Ming's expression Liu Zhuyan couldn't see it, but the sudden pause in his hand let her know that he listened to his words.

"If you don't like exercising, you can go for a walk in the garden, the wisteria flowers in the yard are very beautiful, don't stay in the house all the time. ”

Picking out the largest strawberry from the fruit bowl and handing it to Liu Zhuyan, Wang Ming learned from his memory that the woman's favorite fruit in front of him was strawberries.

"Well, I know, it's been a stressful time, I'll work out well after that. ”

Taking the strawberry handed by Wang Ming, Liu Zhuyan was a little stunned, this kid didn't pick anything else, but handed over a strawberry......

Liu Zhuyan couldn't help but nodded, it seems that this kid has his own in his heart, but he is embarrassed to say it for some reason, as long as he is working harder. Last night, she had a dream, in which Wang Ming called herself "Mom", although she knew that it was a dream, but she couldn't help but think that if there was really such a day, how good it would be.

looked at Wang Ming, who was getting thinner, the sunken eye sockets made his eyes deeper and deeper, and after looking at him for a long time, he would also have a feeling of self-shame, and couldn't help but whisper: "Both father and son are perverts." ”

Wang Ming was a little inexplicable, there were only two people in this room, what were they talking so quietly. However, he didn't bother to think about it, and all his thinking skills were focused on the data, analyzing the optimal solution.

Looking at Wang Ming's disembodied appearance, Liu Zhuyan instructed: "If you have time, you should go out more, don't stay at home all the time, and pay attention to rest." ”

After sending Liu Zhuyan away, Wang Ming once again devoted himself to work.

On Saturday afternoon, Xiaoyuan came to Wang Ming's house with a big bag, and just after entering the door, he asked, "Hello Aunt Liu, is Teacher Qingbai there?"

"He's drawing in the room. Liu Zhuyan replied as she took out a pair of cartoon slippers from the shoe cabinet next to her and put them on the ground.

After thanking him, he followed Liu Zhuyan to the living room.

"Coke, juice or tea?"

As soon as she sat down, Liu Zhuyan asked, she is a hospitable person.

"Don't bother, I may come over to disturb me often in the future, and my aunt can treat me like a goddaughter. ”

Madoka scratched her face, a little embarrassed.

Liu Zhuyan smiled, didn't say anything, saw the bag Xiaoyuan was carrying, and asked curiously, "What are you?"

"These are letters from readers of Mr. Qingbai, and I brought them to him to see. Xiaoyuan replied, she looked at the second floor with some anxiety, last Sunday Teacher Qingbai and the editor-in-chief on the phone, the phone said that this Saturday afternoon called herself to come to receive the manuscript, but now it is almost five o'clock, Qingbai Teacher has not finished drawing? If it cannot be delivered to the printing house before noon tomorrow, his comics will not be serialized in the next issue.

She was about to go to Teacher Qingbai's study to have a look, but Wang Ming seemed to hear the conversation, pushed open the door and came down from upstairs.

"How's it going?"

Madoka was a little anxious, and even saved some politeness.

"The serialization content has been drawn, and now it's just a cover picture. Wang Ming took out a bottle of chilled juice from the refrigerator in the living room, the demon capital in early summer was too hot, and without the refrigerator and air conditioning, it would not be able to survive at all. With a sigh in his heart, he looked at the bag in Xiaoyuan's hand, his eyes full of doubts: "These are?"

"Letter from your readers. ”

Madoka was a little excited, originally she thought that Wang Ming's popularity would drop a lot with the closure of "Grim Reaper", but what she didn't expect was that she received hundreds of letters from readers this week. They hope that Mr. Qingbai can launch better comics, and also said that they will definitely support it, the enthusiasm of readers has warmed Madoka's heart, and she believes that these letters can also warm the big boy in front of her.

All the letters are divided into two categories, one is a postcard, there are only some messages on it, most of them hope that Mr. Qingbai will come on, and not be discouraged because the work is sealed. The other part was in an envelope, and Madoka hadn't torn it open, not knowing what was written inside.

Flipping through the letters, there was a particularly heavy letter that attracted Wang Ming's attention.

"It can't be a blade, a bomb, right?"

Jokingly, he tore open the envelope, only to see a thick pile of manuscript paper inside, about a dozen pages.

"Hello, Mr. Qingbai, I am your reader, a comic fan, an animation fan, a music fan, my name is Zhang Sheng......"

Putting down the letter, Wang Ming let out a long breath: "Thank you." ”

"What's wrong?" asked Madoka when she heard Wang Ming's words.

"A letter from a junior high school student, who explained to me the real cause of death of the two children," Wang Ming said, leaning limply on the sofa, "so that there is finally not so much pressure." ”

Yes, Wang Ming was under a lot of pressure, he didn't know the situation of this matter, and thought that the deaths of those two people were really related to himself, these days, he didn't dare to do anything too out of the ordinary, he was very uneasy, the more he knew, the more afraid he was that those two people were because of his cartoons......

Although the probability of this situation is very low, if you listen to it too much, you will inevitably think cranky. Wang Ming, who had never experienced life and death, was very scared, and this long letter full of typos finally explained this doubt clearly, he knew that the death of the two junior high school students had nothing to do with him.

They usually like to fight and brawl, this time there was such a big incident, because they drank some wine in advance, and played drunk at the wine table, the two disagreed, and finally pulled out the throwing knife they carried with them and fought, as for what the newspaper said 'because of the comics' is not true, the reason for this report is that Zhang Sheng, who was also at the scene at the time, was watching "Death" on the side, and the magazine that was photographed on the table became the fuse of this incident.

Looking at the crooked and crooked words on the letter thousands of times sorry, Wang Ming smiled.

"It's okay, with readers like you, what else do I have to be afraid of!"