It was quiet and slightly gray, but with the help of a few rays of light that hurried in from the outside after opening the door, Hu Ziyi could still vaguely see the familiar tables and chairs, the various painting tools placed on the milky yellow wooden square table, and the bonsai placed in front of the windowsill that had not been exposed to the sun for a long time.

It seems that since that uncertain time when all the assistants were sent home for a vacation, no one has come in this studio again.

Even if this place is Hu Ziyi's studio, where he works every day, but when there is really nothing to do. He didn't like to come to this place, let alone at this time, when it was easy to bring back bad memories in his heart.

After the ornately decorated wooden door opened, Hu Ziyi walked in slowly from the door where he had stopped for a while, turned his head, and looked around at this place that he should be very familiar with. But Hu Ziyi recalled a little that he rarely seemed to have the leisure time to observe this studio carefully.

Hu Ziyi slowly approached the workbench where he was painting, and his warm hand caressed the smooth tabletop, and he felt a slight coolness. There are closed studios everywhere, even though it is summer, but there is no sunlight, and Hu Ziyi, who has just come in from outside, may be because of the temperature difference between the two, so the skin on his hands has a cool touch, of course, it may also be his psychological factors.

But in any case, with an inexplicable heart in his chest all the way, the entire motor system is like a slow forward image broadcast, walking up, looking at the things around him, not much faster than the old man who is about to enter the earth in the age of the sixtieth year.

In the end, Hu Ziyi still sat in the seat where he used to paint.

He hadn't sat down long to meditate in the small, poorly lit room when his phone did ring.

Hu Ziyi picked up the phone slowly, and didn't look at the caller ID, so he put it to his ear.

"Hey." Beards are prone to reactions.

"Beard Yi?" Hu Ziyi still didn't respond.

"Hu Ziyi, you are talking, I am Gao Xiang, is there something wrong with you?" Gao Xiang said urgently.

"What's the matter?" This time, Hu Ziyi replied, but with an unhurried attitude.

"Where are you now?" Gao Xiang asked.

"Studio?" "Studio? That studio of yours? “

Hu Ziyi turned his head, his eyes swept over the room, and said with some self-deprecation: "For the time being, this studio still belongs to me now." “

"......" Gao Xiang was silent for a while, and did not answer Hu Ziyi's words, but said: "You stay there first, I will come to you soon." ”

As soon as Gao Xiangyan spoke, Hu Ziyi heard the busy sound of "doodoo" after hanging up the phone, Hu Ziyi didn't care, he put away the phone, and in the dark environment, with his memory, he groped out a paintbrush from the table, and then pulled a piece of paper from the side at random, regardless of whether there was a painting on it, but he just dropped the pen and began to paint.

I don't know how long it took to paint, Hu Ziyi heard a sound by the door, he raised his head and saw a familiar figure, because the figure was backed by light, he couldn't see the face clearly, but with long-term contact, Hu Ziyi still knew that the person standing by the door was Gao Xiang.

Hu Ziyi ignored Gao Xiang, he buried his head and continued to paint.

Gao Xiang entered the door, from the bright environment to the dark environment, his eyes did not adapt for a while, temporarily stopped by the door and slowed down, not only his eyes also slowly adapted to the entire dark room, but his brain also reacted.

Hu Ziyi's studio, as an expression of his attention, he still came once or twice, to be precise, he stretched out his hand, groped for a while on the smooth wall with tiles with his memory, and finally found the plastic switch, and pressed it.

The light elements emitted by the bright incandescent lamps suddenly sprinkled the entire studio, and the entire interior was brightly lit, and Gao Xiang also clearly saw the continuous action of Hu Ziyi sitting on the seat and drawing.

"Hu Ziyi, why don't you even turn on the lights when you paint there?" Gao Xiang walked towards Hu Ziyi, and when he walked past the position where the assistant next to him was painting, he came out with a chair from the side.

Then approached Hu Ziyi's side, he put the chair down, and sat heavily on the chair with a slightly fat figure.

"Forget." Hu Ziyi said a fact that was true, but others would not believe the reason at all.

Perhaps feeling that the environment was a little stuffy, Gao Xiang stood up again, walked to the windowsill, opened the closed curtains, opened the brown glass windows, and suddenly the daylight ran in large numbers from outside.

At this time, Gao Xiang, who was originally suppressed by this atmosphere, was a little stuffy, and his whole mood was also a little lighter. After all, humans are also natural creatures, not chemical products.

The location of this studio is naturally quite good, after all the windows are opened, natural light runs in without hindrance, and the whole room becomes a daytime environment, and the light emitted by the incandescent lamps is gone.

Maybe he forgot, maybe Gao Xiang didn't have any concept of economy in his heart at all, so he opened the window but forgot to go to the door to turn off the light, but walked to Hu Ziyi's side again and sat down in the position he was in at that time.

Gao Xiang didn't speak again, but silently looked at Hu Ziyi painting there, quietly waiting for Hu Ziyi to finish the things in hand.

At this moment, Hu Ziyi draws an ugly image of a villain that is often found in comics, and the general shape of the whole body has been completed, just a little detail carving and a pair of eyes.

As if sensing Gao Xiang's gaze, Hu Ziyi suddenly stopped his pen without any warning in the progress of the painting.

The light was turned on, and Hu Ziyi realized that there were already other paintings on the paper on which he was drawing, he looked at the painting, trying to identify the thing he had just drawn, but said lightly: "I read the news outside, you came to me at this time, shouldn't it be a good sign for me?" ”

"The company has figured it out." Gao Xiang looked at Hu Ziyi, and said without the slightest emotion in his tone.

Hu Ziyi looked at the action of the painting for a moment, and then said: "Sure enough, what to eat and what to do, at least at this time, I really can't think of any way to solve this matter." ”

"It should not be regarded as a solution, but a diversion of contradictions." Gao Xiang said this, first paused, and then said: "The company is going to let you take all the things down?" Then, the company says it has no knowledge of the matter and proceeds to sue you. ”

Hu Ziyi stared at Gao Xiang for a long time, the atmosphere was dull and silent for a while, and then Hu Ziyi opened his gaze and retraced his eyes on the two paintings stacked together: "Sure enough, it's different." “

"Was my decision to leave Huajing and run to the star back then?" Beard Yi said indignantly

"There are mistakes in the company's decision-making, and your strength is not good, Hua Jing's luck is too good, I don't know where to find a highly talented cartoonist?" Gao Xiang replied to Hu Ziyi's words very seriously.

"I want to know who Ziyan is who painted "Unheard Flower Names", after all, I fought with her in the ring, but I lost so badly, and in the end, I didn't even know who it was, which always feels a little ridiculous." Hu Ziyi asked.

"Looking at this name, this cartoonist should be a woman. But who it is, almost no media in the outside world knows, and no one inside Caiyao knows. Maybe Hua Jing still wants to carry out follow-up publicity for this cutting-edge cartoonist, so Jiang Yuan is very tight now, and she can't receive any news about this cartoonist from the outside world.

Of course, if you are not in a hurry at this time, the selection of this year's Nebula Award has begun, looking at the new comics of this year, it should be no surprise that this "Unheard Flower Name" won the award with hard power, and then you will naturally know the true face of Lushan. Hu Ziyi's angry words, but Gao Xiang gave a detailed and serious answer.

The Nebula Award is the most authoritative newcomer award in the Shenghua Empire, because it is a newcomer award, so everyone can only win the Nebula Award once in their lifetime.