Hongqi Middle School, the second and third classes of junior high school. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Hey, Mo Mo, have you finished drawing? You see, I've already drawn the Ballmon! In the back two seats by the window, a little boy with glasses was holding up the drawing paper in his hand and showing off to the boy next to him, who was still working hard.

"You wait for me, I'll finish the painting in no time. Say yes, you can't leave me alone. When Mo Mo heard this, his already clumsy movements were now even more at a loss, he didn't even wipe the sweat on his forehead, and he was engrossed in looking down and drawing, as if he was afraid that it would be too late for a while.

After half a ring, Mo Mo finally finished painting, just wiped the sweat on his forehead, and wanted to say something to Li Ming, but at this time, a fat man suddenly ran in from outside the door, waved to the two of them, and shouted: "You two come here, now the computer room is full of people, and if you don't go, you won't have a chance." ”

After the little fat man finished speaking, he took the drawing paper in his hand, turned around and ran out.

Mo Mo and Li Ming glanced at each other, nodded, and immediately took their drawing paper and rushed out without saying a word.

"Huhu, are we late?" Li Ming looked at the computer room that was crowded with people in front of him, but there were still people pouring in, and said breathlessly.

Mo Mo was also tired, he usually lacked exercise, and at this time he felt that he couldn't exert any strength at all, but he looked down at the drawing paper in his hand that had become a little wrinkled, gritted his teeth, and said firmly: "No, we can't give up yet." Just squeeze in and we're victorious! ”

Li Ming looked at Mo Mo, who was obviously tired and would fall down at any time, but was still full of fighting spirit, and suddenly felt his blood boiling, nodded, and rushed to the computer room with Mo Mo.

Not long after they rushed in, several groups of people came one after another, shouting and attacking.

"For Digimon!"

"Rush in!"

"For the comics!"

"For the ballmon!"

"Brothers, let's rush!"

……

"Come, little friend, give me your drawing." A pair of big hands were the first to meet Mo Mo's eyes, and then a gentle voice sounded in his ears.

looked at the adult in white in front of him, sitting in front of the computer, and turned his head to look at the crowd behind him, but he didn't dare to cross the line behind.

He felt like he was dreaming, it hurt so much, Mo Mo looked at the extra red mark on his white thigh, and couldn't help muttering, this is really true, I knew I wouldn't pinch it so hard.

"Kid, hurry up and give me your drawing paper, otherwise the people behind you will be in a hurry." Just as Mo Mo was thinking nonsense, that gentle voice sounded again, and Mo Mo hurriedly handed over the drawing paper in his hand.

But the next moment, tears welled up in his eyes.

I saw that there was still drawing paper in his hand, only a crumpled ball of paper, and if you looked closely, it seemed that you could still see the pattern painted on it.

"I, my Gommermon, no, no." Mo Mo lowered his head and cried, looking at the paper ball in his hand and muttered.

When the man in white saw this scene, he seemed to be stunned. After thinking for a while, he shouted, "Everyone be quiet!" Calm me down. ”

The man's voice seemed to have a kind of magic, and as soon as he said it, the crowd that was still noisy and shouting instantly quieted down, and everyone gasped, not daring to make a sound to look at him, with some kind of dream hope in their eyes.

The man in white saw that the scene had quieted down, so he said gently: "This little brother next to me, his Goma beast has been destroyed, is anyone willing to give his Goma beast to this poor little brother?" ”

The crowd seemed to be stunned when they heard this, and many people subconsciously looked at the sketch in their hands, and a look of struggle flashed in their eyes.

Finally, a soft-sounding but firm voice broke the dead silence of the scene, "I! I'm willing to give him my Gommermon! As long as he can treat him well. "This is a girl, pockmarked face, although she is not beautiful, but at the moment everyone thinks she is extremely beautiful.

The next moment, the crowd seemed to be detonated by the sound.

"Me! I would too! ”

"Want me, my Gomma is beautifully drawn, he'll love it."

"No, you still want mine, I painted it for two days, and you're going to love it."

……

Mo Mo seemed to see this, and his tears became more and more intense, and he kept saying, "Thank you, thank you." My Gommamon, he'll be pleased. ”

In the end, the man in white handed Mo Mo a sketch of a Goma beast that was not beautiful, or even ugly.

Mo Mo touched this sketch with a complicated expression, because he could feel that the owner of this painting was drawn with one stroke and one stroke with his heart, and this painting could be said to be that person's child, and he couldn't take it away.

The man in white seemed to see Mo Mo's hesitation, and took the first step to stop him from speaking, saying: "Don't refuse, although it is the brainchild of any child, this painting, he also carries your dreams, you can't just give up on him." After speaking, he pointed to the children present, each with a certain hope in their eyes.

Mo Mo nodded and handed the painting to the man in white.

Mo Mo watched the sketch being swallowed up by a machine, and muttered in his heart, "Goma Beast, have you seen it?" You've been uploaded to the internet, and I've finally become a cartoonist! ”

……

Yangcheng Middle School

Huakou Elementary School

Countless other children are putting their love for Digimon into paper through the paintbrush in their hands, allowing him to meet the drawings of many children with dreams on the Internet.

In just a few days after Digimon was uploaded, thousands of manga appeared on the Internet, including sketches of children, manga drawn by social workers according to their own ideas, and drawings adapted by professional artists based on the original work.

This day was called by later two-dimensional enthusiasts, the day when the two-dimensional mania was born.