"Ah~" An Yi opened his eyes, made a sound, lifted the quilt, and An Yi found something very disagreeable.

"Fog grass, where is this? How could I be here. An Yi looked around, this was obviously a small rental house, plastered with newspapers, and a table was full of job advertisements, An Yi jumped up from the bed and scolded: "Wucao, what about my peripherals, what about the peripherals I bought for several years?" And what about computers? Fog grass, what about my PSP? What about my comic books? ”

An Yi wanted to cry without tears, put on the black coat on the chair, and a pair of old pants that were about to turn white, opened the curtains made of old cloth, the scene outside made Bei Ming open his mouth wide, the outside is not very old, on the contrary, it is very prosperous, all kinds of vehicles are driving on the road, An Yi first made sure that he was not kidnapped, he realized that he had crossed, he jumped up happily, look at the world's science and technology should be very prosperous, so ACG should also be very prosperous, oh yes, as an otaku, ACG is undoubtedly as important as eating and sleeping.

Open the door, this turned out to be a room in a room, walked into the bathroom, looked at the familiar face in the mirror, isn't this me, the memories of the past poured into the brain, he was a homebody at home before the crossing was also a cartoonist, serialized on a website, but sleeping at home, and came to this world, and then the world's own memories also poured into his brain, this world he is an ordinary orphan, working outside, the job the day before yesterday was resigned, and now he is looking for a job, As a result, he died yesterday for some reason, and An Yi touched his face when he thought of this, and muttered, "Next, let me help you live." ”

Opened the door, it turned out to be a small residential building, walked to the road, looked around, the street was full of clothing stores and restaurants, An Yi looked at it and did not find his target, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, got in the car, and said to the driver: "Go to the bookstore." ”

The driver turned around and asked, "Then you can also explain which bookstore you went to?" ”

An Yi said embarrassedly: "The bookstore closest to here." ”

The driver turned on the GPS on his phone and looked at it: "Well, then go to the Entai bookstore." ”

Looking at a big signboard that said Entai Bookstore, An Yi opened the car door, flipped through the wallet in his hand, took out a few folded ten yuan and handed it to the driver's uncle, walked into the bookstore, looked at the wallet in his hand, but didn't expect that there were still a few hundred yuan, An Yi thought that he was about to run out of money, and he didn't see a comic book written on a poster, Bei Ming searched suspiciously, but there was still no result, only saw a villain book written at the bottom, as if a thunderclap, An Yilei arrived, there is no comics sold here, there are no comics in this world?

An Yi almost jumped up, walked to the villain's book area with the last hope, picked up a book and opened it, Wucao, what the hell is this, what is this pattern? Is this human? Is this a youkai? Disappointed, put down the villain book.

It's over, I'm going to be done, can I still live without spiritual food? No, I'm going to draw these cartoons myself.

What makes An Yi hesitate is what type of comic should he draw? After looking at it and thinking about it, I still walked to the martial arts novel area, which is different from the desertion of villain books, and there are many people here, which proves that martial arts novels are very popular in this world. Fog grass, what is it? There are no classic martial arts, but what are "Big Sword King" and "Little Knife Li", and I don't want to read it when I see the name Bei Ming.

After thinking about it, Bei Ming still thinks that he will draw a novel that is very popular in his world first, this is An Yi's favorite martial arts novel before crossing over, it has created a silly boy Guo Jing, the eccentric little beauty Huang Rong and many other martial arts characters, which makes An Yi like this novel very much.

The specific plot is also very good, during the Southern Song Dynasty, Bao Xi, who was exiled to Niujia Village in Jiangnan with her husband Yang Tiexin, saved Wanyan Honglie, the prince of Jin, but caused her husband and brother-in-law Guo Xiaotian to die. Guo Xiaotian's wife fled to the Mongolian desert and gave birth to a posthumous son, Guo Jing. The silly boy Guo Jing was taught the stunt "Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending" by Hong Qigong, the leader of the beggar gang, and won the heart of his sweetheart Rong'er.

Thinking of this, An Yi felt that the eighteen palms of the dragon must be handsome, Guo Jing had better draw the cute and stupid kind, An Yi thought of this, and couldn't help but draw a posture of eighteen palms of the dragon, which made the people around him look at him strangely, he touched his nose in embarrassment, and closed a very bad book of "Bow God Liu" What's wrong with this world, what kind of weapon and surname are they.

looked at the counter, bought pencils, erasers and other tools, and bought a lot of paper, returned to the rental house with a type, and began to draw comics, suddenly, he felt that his mind was light, and the whole picture appeared in his mind, "looking" at the picture in his mind, An Yi was stunned, isn't this just a comic, fog grass, so simple, he drew a picture according to the picture in his mind:

A small village near the river, with a box on it that reads, "The Qiantang River is mighty and the river is endlessly bypassing the edge of Lin'an Niujia Village day and night." ”

A thin old man wore a robe blue-gray to several children, touched two pieces of pear blossom wood in his hand a few times, and knocked "Bang Bang Bang" on a small drum with a bamboo stick in his left hand, and sang: "The little peach has no owner and blooms by itself, and the tobacco is vast with evening crows." Several ruined wells have always been people's homes. ”

Next, I quickly finished painting one side, and An Yi picked up the finished painting to appreciate it, well, I don't know how much better it was than before.

Next, An Yi wrote a lot of words with the old man's storytelling, fortunately, An Yi drew a lot of paintings with the content of the story as the background in the book that the old man said, just these An Yi painted many faces, but it only took a few hours, and then, the old man held out a plate and asked for money An Yi only drew a few pictures and then turned to Guo Xiaotian, Zhang Fifteen, Yang Tiexin's dialogue, here I still don't write much, it's too cumbersome.

Finally, An Yi drew a cripple that lived on these two crutches, and flew up with very profound light body kung fu, and the painting was vivid.

Next, An Yi finished the first sentence in one breath, chose a piece of paper, and painted Guo Xiaotian and Zhang Fifteen with a hunter's fork, and Qu San who lived on crutches on the opposite side, and then An Yi turned this one into full color, and put on a few big characters The first word of the wind and snow (one of them) painted a total of more than 60 sheets, Master Jin Yong's works are really good, and An Yi has to draw several times in a word.

"Squeak~" The door opened, "Brother Anyi~" A voice came, Anyi looked over, a girl with a ponytail poked her head at the door, Anyi remembered that this was the little girl of the landlord's family, she had just moved out a few days ago, Anyi said kindly: "Xiaomei, didn't you move?" ”

Yin Xiaomei smiled and said, "Mom said Brother Anyi, you definitely don't know how to cook, and you're not busy today, so I'll help you cook a meal." ”

An Yi touched his nose and said, "Then thank you mom." ”

Xiaomei walked in and saw a neat stack of drawing paper on Bei Ming's table, picked it up and looked at it with relish, An Yi didn't care when she saw this scene, let her flip through it, and continued to think about her next plan.

Xiaomei read this sentence in one breath, and shouted: "Brother Anyi, take a good look, is there anything else?" ”

An Yi shook his head and said, "Brother will draw again next." ”

Xiaomei nodded.

A voice came from the living room, "An Yi ~ Xiaomei, it's time to eat." ”

An Yi walked to the dining table, sat down, and looked at the home-cooked dishes on the table, although ordinary, but its fragrance told sù An Yi was a beautiful meal, he took the rice bowl in the hand of Xiaomei's mother Wei Jing and began to eat it in a big gulp, then he remembered that he didn't eat lunch, it was really a sketch painting until dark.

Xiaomei said to Wei Jing: "Mom, Brother An Yi drew a very beautiful villain book, do you want to read it too." ”

An Yi corrected: "It's a comic." ”

Xiaomei stuck out her tongue and said, "Comics." ”

Wei Jing didn't care, and replied, "Okay, that Xiao An, have you found a job?" ”

An Yi said resolutely: "I want to be a cartoonist. ”

Wei Jing was puzzled: "What is a cartoonist?" "She's also very knowledgeable, working as an editor at a newspaper.

An Yi coughed lightly and said, "It's similar to drawing a villain book." ”

Wei Jing frowned and said, "That's fine, it's better than no job." ”

After eating, Wei Jing took out the original manuscript of An Yi's painting, and was immediately attracted by the story inside, and after reading it for a long time, he exhaled and said: "Xiao An, your painting is very good-looking, the history is so consistent, and the story is very vivid, can it be published in our magazine?" ”

An Yi thought about it and nodded in agreement, Sister Jing's husband opened this newspaper, and An Yi didn't think that Master Jin Yong's plot was unattractive, and he was also very confident in his painting work.

Wei Jing picked up her mobile phone and walked outside to discuss with her husband, and then Sister Jing walked into An Yi's room and said, "Xiaomei's father will come over to see for himself in a while." When An Yi heard Xiaomei's father, a sturdy middle-aged man appeared in his mind, peaceful and a bit strict.

Li Xiaodong hurried back here after receiving his wife's message, and after reading the cartoon drawn by An Yi, he drank a glass of boiled water, and said after a "ha~" sound: "Well, the drawing is very good, I want to see the plot behind." ”

An Yi said happily: "That's good." ”

Li Xiaodong thought for a while and said, "How about we use 60 sides per issue, that is, 500 yuan per word?" "Li Xiaodong's money is not bad in this world.

An Yi nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Li Xiaodong picked up the original manuscript after seeing An Yi's promise, and took out five 100 yuan and handed it to An Yi, An Yi quickly took it and put it in his wallet, and he still had more than 1,000 yuan now.