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Wang Ye also has it in his heart.

Not only yes, but there are more intense!

Since Wang Ye was a child, he has liked fantasy and fantasies about unrealistic things.

Legendary magicians, holy warriors on the earth, apocalypse incarnated by the sun, undead tumbling in hell, genetized in alien galaxies......

All kinds of people, all kinds of characters, each of them is so strong, so humble, and so majestic.

Someone laughed at him, you are just a poor boy, thinking about these things every day, what is the use of reality?

Wang Ye knew in his heart that the ethereal fantasy world could not be condensed into reality, and it was impossible for the ideal character to come to another shore.

But he loves fantasy!

Fantasy, which can deviate from reality, becomes an inseparable thread in memory, and then melts into the beating heart, where it finds solace.

The material basis of the real world is nothing more than the energy necessary to maintain human functioning.

Only the spiritual realm of the fantasy world is the meaning of life that human beings really need.

If humanity loses its illusions, it is only one step away from destruction.

There is no one who has never fantasized about things, especially when they are young, when the germ of fantasy is just beginning to grow, and only this age is the happiest time in life.

I don't know where to start, Wang Ye feels that the body is just a stinky skin, and only the soul is the meaning of his true existence.

Soul.

What is it?

Wang Ye couldn't touch it, and he couldn't touch it.

Wang Ye, who was only five years old, had thought about the meaning of the soul many times.

But no one could answer his questions.

Wang Ye's family is poor, very poor, and the poor make there many brothers and sisters, the feudal family is like this, the poorer the more you live, the poorer you are, the poorer you are, and I don't know where to start, the human world just does it.

Perhaps this is the real reality.

Wang Ye has lived with his grandfather since he was a child, living in a remote mountain village, sitting on the rocks every day, looking at the scenery of the mountains in the distance, and fantasizing about the wonderful world.

Compared with other children in the mountain village, Wang Ye doesn't like to play or move, he just likes to sit quietly on the rocks.

Sometimes, the valley was so quiet that he forgot about himself.

Who am I? Where am I? And why am I living in this world?

It seems that somewhere on Earth, the door to another world has been opened, and his soul has been integrated into it, and then countless years have been spent in the fantasy world, until he is about to die, and he has returned to the past.

The present is the past, and the past is the present.

The gears of fate creaked, and he always lost his soul, as if his body had stood on the gears of fate, and his soul had already rushed to another world.

He still remembers the first time he picked up a paintbrush in elementary school.

Primary school, the church of enlightenment in Wang Ye's childhood, is also the ultimate church.

There, he was exposed to painting, where he could depict things with his brush, revealing a new two-dimensional world.

When he was older, he had to drop out of school and work as a child laborer to support his family. Even if the law prohibits the use of child labor, it will always exist and poor human beings need to survive.

The cruel real world has gradually decayed Wang Ye's spirit, but he has been holding a pen and constantly painting.

Houses, cars, women, children, and the mountains and rivers that he saw on TV, as long as he could draw, he painted them all.

He doesn't know why he paints every day, maybe it's just because he likes it.

It doesn't make sense for people to like something.

In this world, there is art, there are painters, but no one has ever thought about whether painting can also become an art, an art called comics.

He didn't know the meaning of comics, but vaguely, on the other side of life, he seemed to understand the meaning of comics.

"Asuka Age".

It's pure art of painting!

Compared with those painters who create exquisite online game scenes, perhaps its author's painting skills are not very superb, or far inferior to herself, but her thoughts are so incredible.

If this is the case, Wang Ye suddenly feels that he can create a new world through the transmission of the brush!

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At noon, the hotel.

Heimer waited at the hotel for about ten minutes, finally waiting for the person he wanted to see.

Compared with the imaginary image, Wang Ye looks younger, and there is no human being who has lost his soul after working for many years of meaningless work.

In his body, in the dark, Heimo seemed to understand something.

A sharp sword, no matter how many years it has been placed, its edge is always there.

Some of the temperaments of human beings, even at a glance, can be seen very clearly.

Hei Mo could see that Wang Ye had a soul-like product in his heart, even if the two of them were close at hand, they seemed to be far away.

It seems that Wang Ye is like a soul shuttle, his body is still here, but the soul has long gone to another world, so people can't see its existence.

After he sat down, Hammer spoke first, "Do you know the meaning of life?" ”

Wang Ye glanced at Hei Mo and said slowly: "It seems to be very vague, and it can't be connected into a line, making it elusive." But from the moment I saw the comic, it was so real that it seemed to be right in my eyes. ”

Hei Mo said: "Your world should not be limited to a mediocre life, I can give you a chance, a chance to show yourself." ”

Wang Ye said: "What do you mean?" ”

Hei Mo threw out a stack of money and said, "This is 10,000 yuan, say not too much, say no less, you take it first." ”

Wang Ye frowned and said, "I didn't do anything, I can't ask for your money." ”

Then, Wang Ye wanted to exchange the stack of money around him, but was stopped by Hei Mo.

Hei Mo said softly: "Money is vulgar, but it is a must-have. Besides, this money is not given to you for free, I have a request. ”

Wang Ye looked at the young man in front of him, and seemed to see a longing look.

"You've probably seen the Asuka era, the manga art that once disappeared but is about to appear."

"Yes."

"I don't know why, the humans in this world have lost their memories of comics, but you have the talent of a manga artist, and I can see that you have been sublimated again than before."

Sublimated again?

Wang Ye couldn't understand what Hei Mo meant.

But in Hei Mo's heart, he has discovered that the life course he has experienced in Wang Ye today is much higher than the world he once had.

If you talk about Wang Ye in the original world, it's just a comic touch.

So the current Wang Hua is-

Soul Manga Artist!