The dream on the moon is actually such a dream. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info looks very beautiful, but it is very bleak, very confused, and very undirectional.

Qi Yuwei picked up a paintbrush and watercolor to paint the dream in her heart.

clouds, faint; The clouds, faint, hazy, misty. And the moon in the distance, how can it bring hope to children who look at pictures? So, let the moon shine! With a lovely golden yellow. Don't be too golden, just shiny, a little golden, and look cute......

Qi Yuwei was engrossed in painting her dreams. Even though it was already night, and everything was quiet, she didn't feel the slightest bit sleepy.

A pair of hands, and so on! Is that a hand? Or is it just some claw? Suddenly very powerful, it was put on Qi Yuwei's shoulder.

Qi Yuwei was stunned for a moment, and the appearance of the big lion she had just seen appeared in her head-

The pores all over her body are standing up!

What was on her shoulders?

It can't be a lion's claw.

Qi Yuwei was so frightened for a moment that she couldn't help screaming, she didn't know where that creepy voice came from!

She couldn't help but look back in horror—

"Scared the hell out of me! What are you doing? Qi Yuwei shouted loudly.

"What are you doing? What time is it? Who's scaring whom? Hua Jin said.

……

Hua Jin walked over and took a look, and there was a table spread out on the table.

There is a book, which is an illustrated book by Jimmi. I opened it casually, and there was a picture of a lion and a rabbit on it, which looked interesting.

Hua Jin read the text-

"Let's start playing. You open your mouth and bite my head, your expression must be fierce, I will scream, kick my feet, pretend to bleed, we will run through the crowd and scare them to death. If anyone comes to save me, whoever it is, the one who saves me is the prince. ”

"Do you think I'm the lion? Or the prince? Hua Jin asked.

"A lion, of course. Will the prince scare me to death? Qi Yuwei said angrily.

"What are you doing with your concentration? What time is it? How do you get back? It's so late, it's dangerous to be single with a girl, you know? Hua Jin asked.

"Oh, what's the danger? If I had, I wouldn't be here anymore. Qi Yuwei said.

Hua Jin saw Qi Yuwei painting an illustration.

On the table next to it, there is a stack of illustrations. Each illustration with a little text is separated and protected by a very hard plastic protective film.

"What is this for? It looks very serious," Hua Jin asked.

Qi Yuwei was reluctant to tell him.

"Let's do some illustrations."

"For whom? It's a bit like making a publication. Hua Jin asked.

Qi Yuwei didn't want to say it. But the evidence is on the table.

"It's just a little bit of illustration for a publishing house. For children. Qi Yuwei said.

"Oh, that's right!" Hua Jin said, "Take it back and do it!" What do you do when you come home in the middle of the night here and meet bad people on the way? ”

"Is there anything worse than you? I'm fine. It's inconvenient to go back, and it will affect others. Well done here. You don't have to worry about it. You go out and don't affect me. Qi Yuwei said.

Huajin thinks about it. Qi Yuwei lives in a collective dormitory, where there is no operation room, which is inconvenient for painting. But in the office, you can't go back that late at night.

"That's all for today. Don't draw anymore. I'll send you back. Hua Jin said.

"No, you don't. I'm not done yet. I'm fine, I'm fine! Qi Yuwei waved her hand to make an expression, which means that you should hurry up.

"Good. I'll wait for you. You take your time. Hua Jin said.

Hua Jin knows: these people who are engaged in art rely on their strength to do anything. Let them stop, they will be sad. So let Qi Yuwei paint.

"Mr. Hua, it's not early! You can rest. Qi Yuwei didn't welcome him yet.

"Good. Then I'm gone. Hua Jin had no choice but to leave the office.

"Oops, it's nasty, ruining my mood."

Qi Yuwei said a word, concentrated on it, and devoted herself to her illustration art.