The private office environment assigned to Lin Wanxiang by Qiu Yuan is even several times better than the public office downstairs.

After all, the company's decoration team is a pet sister crazy demon Lin Wanqiu... Qiu Yuan even suspected that her office was taken by Lin Wanqiu to decorate her sister's workshop.

Lin Wanxiang sat in front of the computer today as usual, holding a mouse drawing board and a pen... Some clumsily use computer drawing software to draw original drawings.

In painting, Lin Wanxiang is an absolute traditional classicist, traditional to the point of being a little pedantic, and even Lin Wanxiang's teacher, Professor Liu, feels incredulous in terms of pedantic.

The reason is that Lin Wanxiang doesn't like to use a hand-drawn tablet to make all kinds of creations on the computer.

Contemporary college students study art, and there are very few people who really want to be artists, and most of them still go in the direction of commercial creation.

Commercial creation and drawing with computer drawing software are compulsory courses.

But it's a pity that Lin Wanxiang has never learned, and she doesn't want to learn...

In her concept, painting is a very sacred thing, and the modulation of paint, the touch of the brush on the paper are all very important components of evening incense.

She couldn't feel the brushes touching the paper when she was using the tablet, and the color grading became a numeric code... made Lin Wanxiang unable to bring out the color she wanted most.

So creating on the computer is actually a kind of torture for Lin Wanxiang.

But she persevered, she had to persevere, and now she had to contribute to Qiuyuan's dream.

Although it is possible to use an artboard to create commercial game concept art, there are many troubles, such as the modification of the original art, and the resolution of the original art, which are uncontrollable.

"Revoke... Brush..."

Lin Wanxiang is like a child who has just learned to draw, and it is a little difficult to sketch the lines of the characters on the drawing software.

But she didn't know where it was, and the lines she drew turned into strange fallen leaves.

Lin Wanqiu also hired a special person to teach her how to use this drawing software, but Lin Wanxiang has a natural dullness to this kind of electronic device.

The content of literary creation and painting creation will make Wanxiang's head dizzy once it is transferred to electronic devices.

Evening fragrance was a little difficult to find the position of the brush to change... Her mouse suddenly moved on its own.

"Mouse... Autumn far? ”

It's not that the mouse is moving on its own, but Qiu Yuan doesn't know when he has come behind her, holding the mouse and adjusting the brush to the kind that Lin Wanxiang wants.

Lin Wanxiang turned her head and was a little happy when she saw Qiu Yuan... Qiu Yuan's attention was on Lin Wanxiang's creation.

"Sun Shangxiang? The line drawing alone is so tense... Sure enough, when it comes to painting, there are few people of your age who can compare with you. ”

Qiu Yuan looked at Sun Shangxiang, who had only drawn a line drawing on the screen, and the overall movement and composition of the character had been determined.

Although it is only a line drawing, you can already see that the whole composition is full of tension, full of a heroic spirit that wants to overflow from the screen.

"It's not finished yet... There are still a lot of things I haven't figured out. ”

Lin Wanxiang was not satisfied with her creation, not only dissatisfied, but also a little ashamed, so ashamed that she covered half of her face with a hand-painted tablet, and only showed her eyes and secretly looked at Qiu Yuan.

Wanxiang now feels like a primary school student who was discovered by the teacher before he finished his composition.

"Do you want to draw together?"

Qiu Yuan found a chair and sat on Wan Xiang's side, and the distance between this sitting was so close that Wan Xiang was a little uncomfortable.

Wanxiang was a little unaccustomed to the side at first, but she quickly reacted, and it was Qiu Yuan who was sitting next to her!

Then she repromised back a little shyly, as if she was a little dissatisfied, and she stayed a little closer to Qiu, until her shoulders were tightly next to Qiuyuan.

It's a bit crowded, Miss Evening.

"So you're willing?"

"Would you like what?" Wanxiang's heartbeat is a little faster now, and her attention is on Qiu Yuan.

"I'll finish this painting with you." Qiu Yuan also pulled the hand-drawn tablet that Wan Xiang was holding in his hand when he spoke.

But this is Wanxiang's instinct as a painter to resist for a moment, Qiu Yuan took what she ate.

"If you don't want to, I'll leave." Qiu Yuan jokingly threatened.

"Ahh Good... All right. ”

Wanxiang took a moment to react, and then she pushed the hand-painted tablet and paintbrush in her hand to Qiu Yuan's hand.

"Don't be in such a hurry, I'm free today, and I should be able to accompany you to finish painting this Sun Shangxiang."

After Qiu Yuan took over the hand-drawn tablet, he directly activated the function of 'perfect painting creation', which had not been used for a long time.

"What do you want to feel like when you draw it? Or what kind of scene is this Sun Shangxiang in, I think this composition of yours seems to be drawing a sword. ”

"Phase... Kiss. Wanxiang said to Qiu Yuan in a very small voice: "I just met Liu Bei." ”

"Why do you want to draw your sword on a blind date?"

"It's a bit of a dispute."

"And the story? Okay, I kind of know what it's like. Qiu Yuan took the hand-drawn board and drew it on the composition and line drawing made by Lin Wanxiang, and began to add some details: "Probably this feeling?" ”

"It's a little close, but I think the style of the sword can be changed."

When it comes to her professional field, Wanxiang is merciless even in the face of Qiu Yuan, who keeps drawing with a hand-drawn tablet and brushstrokes next to him.

Evening incense occasionally puts forward some of her own opinions and ideas, but she can't describe them in words, so she just grabs the brush and paints it herself.

It may be that with the blessing of perfect painting ability, Qiu Yuan can always quickly figure out what effect Wan Xiang wants, and Wan Xiang can also paint an effect that Qiu Yuan is very satisfied with.

This may be the happiest period of time since she began to learn to paint, and Qiu Yuan's painting is a kind of beautiful enjoyment in the eyes of Wanxiang, even if it is just a line outlined by a brushstroke.

It's like painting at the scene of a big touch of your own adoration.

In this way, Qiuyuan and Wanxiang tossed until late at night, and when the clock struck zero o'clock, a bold and heroic Sun Shangxiang's original painting was frozen on the drawing software.

"I feel like this may be the way we get along after we get married."

Qiu Yuan stretched a long waist and said something that made Evening Fragrance's paintbrush fall directly to the ground.

"There's no need to be so surprised." Qiu Yuan picked up the paintbrush that had fallen on the ground, and handed it to Wanxiang again.

"I... I haven't thought about it yet, how suddenly... Say this. Wan Xiang once again covered half of her face with a hand-painted tablet, and she was still immersed in the comfort of communicating with Qiu Yuan just now.

That's right, what word to use to describe the feeling of her staying with Qiu Yuan is comfort.

Wan Xiang's ability in the field of painting itself is far beyond ordinary people, but Qiu Yuan can easily catch up with her, and there is a faint feeling that she surpasses her.

This is the same feeling as when Wanxiang followed Qiu Yuan to play Flying Flower Order in the library.

It's like lying on a soft bed and enjoying the afternoon sun.

Lin Wanxiang is very infatuated with this feeling of being with Qiu Yuan, and she is very infatuated.

"We always have to face, and there is one thing I want to confess to you."

Qiu Yuan's sudden serious tone pulled Lin Wanxiang out of her shy mood, she put down the hand-painted tablet, frowned slightly, and looked at Qiu Yuan with some apprehension.

"It's... About the matter between me and you, or with... Other girls related? Lin Wanxiang asked cautiously, if it was the latter, she might not want to hear it.

"The matter between me and you is about your parents, and it is related to cloud media."

After Qiu Yuan finished speaking, Wan Xiang put her hands on the hem of her skirt, meaning that she was already listening very carefully.

"Let's be honest first, first of all, I may not be able to reach the point of being on an equal footing with cloud media, and no matter how good the game is, this game company may not be able to compete with a behemoth like cloud media."

"I know, my sister told me." Lin Wanxiang listened to Qiu Yuan's words as if she was giving up, but she quickly said, "But I don't care, I didn't care about these from the beginning!" ”

“…… Thank you. Qiu Yuan stretched out his hand and gently sorted the hair on Wanxiang's forehead and said, "But your parents care, and you are their daughter, I can't turn a blind eye, so I plan to talk to your father in a few days." ”

"Actually, no..."Wan Xiang was still a little afraid of her parents, and she clenched the hem of her skirt slightly.

But soon her hands were held by Qiu Yuan.

"It's necessary, I don't want your sister to be the only one in your family at the wedding." Wan Xiang was once again stupid when Qiu Yuan said this, and it took her three seconds to hear the meaning of Qiu Yuan's words clearly.

"Marriage... Wedding. Wan Xiang's voice trembled a little, and the whole person was trembling slightly.

"Literally, but don't be in a hurry, you also have the right to choose, I'm going to..."

Before Qiu Yuan's words were finished, the whole person was hugged by the evening fragrance, and with a lot of strength... Wanxiang was already crying a little silently after hugging Qiu Yuan.

Qiu Yuan knew that Wan Xiang had already made a choice at this moment, and all he could do was to hug the girl in his arms tightly.