Wang Ye forgot what he had returned home for, and when he got home anyway, it was already night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

For the whole day, he listened to what Heimer had to say, what he said made his heart flutter, and what he said fascinated him alone.

"You're back."

Wang Ye's father glanced at him, while his mother took her sister, who had just turned two.

There are seven people living in the house.

In addition to Wang Ye's older brothers and sisters who have already started their own families, there are also four younger brothers and sisters, as for how much pressure life is, he knows it without saying it.

The city government shouts about family planning every year, but in remote mountain villages, no one cares about it. If it weren't for the recent news of family planning, they would not even be able to stay in the county seat, so they could only hide in the mountain villages and dare not go out.

As for why you came to the county seat? Of course, it's for part-time jobs.

Wang Ye's monthly part-time job money has never been spent, and all of it has been advanced into the family's expenses.

For such a difficult life, Wang Ye has never complained. Because he knew that being able to come into the world was the greatest gift given by his parents.

"Brother, brother." His sister Wang Luan ran to his side and said cutely: "Look, this is the painting I painted, is it beautiful?" ”

Wang Luan, the eight-year-old younger sister, is unable to go to school in the county because of household registration problems, and usually paints at home in addition to helping with housework.

Of course, Wang Luan's painting skills were all taught by Wang Ye one by one.

Wang Ye looked at the painting in her hand and praised her twice with a smile, which made Wang Luan shake his head happily.

She has no other way to relax every day except painting, and it is a great honor to be praised by her brother.

When Wang Ye's mother saw Wang Ye coming, she also asked, "Why did you come so early today, didn't you say yesterday that you would work overtime at the publishing house, could it be that something happened?" ”

Wang Ye shook his head and said, "It's nothing important. ”

As her biological mother, she saw Wang Ye's strange appearance at a glance, and before she could ask more, Wang Ye had already entered the shared room where the three of them slept alone.

"Don't call me for dinner, I have to think about things."

Wang Ye closed the door directly, lay on the bed, and took the envelope in his waist and looked at it in his hand.

10,000 pieces.

No more, no less cash.

If you work day in and day out in a publishing house, it will take about three months to get this money, but Heimer has to use his monthly salary of 10,000 yuan to do something for himself.

If he were to talk about such a salary, what he asked himself to do should be very miserable.

But Heimo's request was very simple.

Painting.

Draw the fantasy world you want.

Other than that, he didn't ask for anything.

Draw one piece of paper, draw ten sheets of paper, draw a hundred sheets of paper.

Hammer doesn't have any quantity requirements.

What is drawn, how detailed is drawn, and the general direction of the draw.

Hammer didn't ask for anything.

Even if a month later, he just casually handed him a blank piece of paper, he didn't care.

"What a weirdo."

Wang Ye couldn't help but say.

He had lived for so long, and he had never seen such a person, and he could be so relieved of a stranger who only had a one-sided relationship.

But in Wang Ye's heart, he had already been impressed by Heimo's thoughts.

For the whole day, Dark Mo explained to himself the form of comics, including the differences from painting, and various points that should be paid attention to.

If painting only requires a pen and a heart, then a comic must also have a mind and a soul.

A comic without a mind is like folding many paintings together, just drawing, drawing, and drawing mechanically, without knowing what you are drawing.

A manga without a soul, it is like a walking dead that seems to be polluted by the real world, and after reading it once, people don't get any feelings.

In Hammer's description, the comic should be wonderful, the comic should be wonderful, and the comic should be memorable.

Comics are not just paintings, they need to be perceived, they need to have thoughts, and they need the soul of a fantasy world.

Wang Ye has painted countless paper paintings, made countless exquisite covers, and modified countless images.

But he ...... Never once has it been done in accordance with the meaning described in Hemer's mouth.

Wang Ye thought about it for a long time, and he gradually became confused.

When he saw Asuka Age again, he was confused.

When he heard Hammer's description again, he was confused.

Now, when his soul was trying to beat at his fingertips, he was confused again.

In Wang Ye's life, he has never been confused.

Because he knew that his soul had long been frozen in a certain internode, the fantasy world that liked to sit on the rocks of the mountain village and like whimsical ideas.

But now, he has learned to be confused.

I don't know how long it took for Wang Ye to get out of bed, and found that three hours had passed, and the parents outside the door were shouting to open the door, and the two younger brothers were clamoring to sleep.

As soon as he opened the door, Wang Ye's father said anxiously: "What's wrong with you, I didn't respond to you for half an hour." ”

His mother also said: "If something happens at work, our expenses have been tight in the past few days, and we don't have to hold anything in our hearts." ”

Wang Ye said: "This is 8,000 yuan, just use it as the family's expenses first, I will go out for a month, and come back in a month." ”

When Wang Ye's mother saw the stack of money, she was surprised and delighted: "Where did you get so much money...... Wouldn't it be a crime? Although our family is poor, we are not so poor that you can't do stupid things. ”

Wang Ye's father also said: "What are you going to do in a month?" ”

Not only the parents, but even the four young brothers and sisters also looked at Wang Ye one after another.

In their hearts, they had never seen Wang Ye behave in such a strange way.

Wang Ye simply packed up his things, put all the commonly used drawing boards and brushes into a package, and slowly walked out of the house.

"I go looking for the dreams I once had, those dreams of my childhood."

After Wang Ye finished speaking, his back gradually disappeared into the house.