Chen Aiqing was stunned for a moment, and unconsciously his gaze stayed on his right hand again.

Compared to him, she is really unproductive.

I still remember the time when my right hand was injured, although the doctor said that it was possible to recover after a good rest, but what kind of mentality did I have at that time?

What if you can recover, what if you can't, it's a big deal that you won't paint again, and you won't be involved in the art industry anymore, and it's not a big deal.

Even after she fully recovered, when she picked up the paintbrush again, she could not do anything but vent with the childish act of kicking down the easel and throwing the paintbrush when she noticed that her right hand holding the brush was trembling slightly.

If it weren't for Mr. Zhu finding a way to contact her and introduce the setting of a drama, for the sake of Mr. Zhu's face, she had to force herself to re-enter the industry.

After so many years, the original intention of entering the industry has long changed, just to make money and take care of my grandmother.

But now, she is finding herself little by little.

From not being able to draw characters at all in the face of drawing paper, to now being recognized by Teacher Zhang, she has come to this point, and she does not allow herself to make mistakes.

Just like him.

He said he had failed, but eventually "came back from the dead."

Since he can do it, there is no reason why he can't do it himself.

At this time, a sentence suddenly flashed through her mind.

I'm good enough to keep up with you.

Chen Aiqing, who came back to his senses, put down the script, opened his laptop, and searched for some historical materials about the Qing Dynasty.

It can be said that the screenwriter of "The Legend of the Concubine" is quite attentive, regardless of the background and experience of the characters, most of them are in line with the real historical record.

Even the age of the death of Empress Xiao Quancheng, who is the protagonist, is very consistent with history.

The mouse slid to a painting called "The Spring Haze of the Xuan Palace" and stopped.

Chen Aiqing stared at the computer screen for a long time, and when a flash of light flashed in her mind, she immediately picked up the pen, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and began to paint a picture that had just appeared in her mind.

By the time I put down the pen, it was already past three o'clock in the morning.

Chen Aiqing raised his head, rubbed his pantothenic neck, and then got up with his mobile phone, wanting to pour a glass of water to drink.

There are still colleagues in the studio who are busy, and a few of them can't stand the fatigue and fall asleep on the countertop.

She stood in the pantry with a glass of water in her hand for a while, and at this moment, the mobile phone in her pocket suddenly vibrate.

Chen Aiqing took it out and looked at it, it was WeChat sent by Fang Qing.

Fang Qing: "Ai Qing, are you free the day after tomorrow?" ”

Chen Aiqing immediately replied, "? "In the past.

Fang Qing made a "shocked" expression, followed by a sentence: "Did you not sleep, or were you woken up by me?" ”

Chen Aiqing: "I haven't slept yet." ”

Fang Qing: "I haven't slept so late, be careful of wrinkles!" ”

Chen Aiqing sent a bouncing rabbit expression: "You didn't sleep either, you have long wrinkles with me." ”

Fang Qing: "I'm on night duty today, for work, work!" ”

Chen Aiqing: "I also work. ”

Fang Qing: "Okay, since you haven't slept, then I'll say it directly, are you free the day after tomorrow, I want to invite you to dinner." ”

Chen Aiqing: "The day after tomorrow? Why? ”

Fang Qing: "My birthday, have you forgotten?" We said yes earlier. ”

Chen Aiqing swiped his fingers on the screen and flipped through the records, and sure enough, he found the chat content that Fang Qing had asked for dinner on his birthday a week ago.