Zhao Qingluo sat at the table, and there were waste paper balls everywhere on the table, paper basket, and floor.

Hiss - Zhao Qingluo tore up the design drawings that she had just drawn with two strokes, and she couldn't remember how many design drawings were torn up by Zhao Qingluo. The waste paper ball in the whole room can be expected to be how irritable Zhao Qingluo is at this time.

Zhao Qingluo scratched her head with two hands irritably, she is now a head or two years old, and she is approaching the deadline for delivery, but she has no inspiration at all, and the level of the things she draws is the same as that of a college student who has just graduated.

Zhao Qingluo grabbed the water cup on the side and poured it into her stomach violently, only to feel awake together. Zhao Qingluo's state at this time is not suitable for continuing to design, and she herself understands this truth. So Zhao Qingluo got up and prepared to go to see the pills that were still asleep.

As soon as she got up, she saw that Zhao Qingluo's legs softened as if they had been drained of strength, and Zhao Qingluo hurriedly grabbed the stool at hand, so that she didn't fall very hard. I must have been sitting for too long, and my legs were numb for a while, and I lost control.

Zhao Qingluo complained to herself, at this time she felt that she was useless, and she slowed down for a while before slowly getting up from the ground.

"Mom.... Uh-huh, Mom" As soon as Zhao Qingluo pushed open the door of Maruko's room, she heard Maruko calling herself.

Zhao Qingluo was stunned at the door, for a mother, the call of the child is the most inspiring plaster, not to mention that Zhao Qingluo is still a novice mother, she really feels that the pill needs her.

At this time, Maruko blinked, and there seemed to be light in her eyes. Zhao Qingluo walked towards the balls step by step, and as soon as the balls in the crib saw her mother coming, she immediately stretched out two fat little hands to hug her.

The fleshy face and skin are like shelled eggs, which makes people want to come forward and hug her when they see it, which is very cute.

Zhao Qingluo reached out and picked up the ball, and the ball giggled. The afterglow of the sunset shone on the mother and daughter, and the maternal brilliance emanating from Zhao Qingluo's body became more and more intense, and the picture was very beautiful.

"Ahh Balls, let go, mom will hurt. I don't know if the sunset shone on the ball, which made the pill feel uncomfortable, the pill was crying and making trouble in Zhao Qingluo's arms, Zhao Qingluo was afraid that the pill would bump into it, so she hugged it tighter. This tight, the pill was even more uncomfortable, even more noisy, and he was about to pull Zhao Qingluo's hair with his hand.

The ball didn't seem to understand Zhao Qingluo's words, and continued to drag it down. This drag suddenly inspired Zhao Qingluo.

Zhao Qingluo looked at Maruko and took Maruko's hand off her hair. Zhao Qingluo's face did not have a trace of displeasure, but was full of happiness, because she had already decided what to use as the theme this time.

Outside the window, the sunset gradually faded away, and the crooked moon crept into the sky.

"Maruko, thank you, my baby." Zhao Qingluo looked at the pills with a loving face, and the pills in her arms didn't know what was going on, just watching her mother smile at herself, and she smiled at her mother stupidly.

Zhao Qingluo gently put the balls on the bed, called the nanny, and looked at the balls to avoid any bumps in the balls.

Zhao Qingluo returned to the study, took out a blank piece of paper from the desk, and thought about how to write.

Children are the theme of this time, and this is also the inspiration that Zhao Qingluo got from the balls. That's right, I used the theme of children last time, so this time it had to be different.

Zhao Qingluo thought about where to start, and turned to look out the window. The moonlight soaked the earth, and the stars came out.

The night is not quiet. Zhao Qingluo looked out the window and pondered.

The children's theme is actually a very common theme, not to mention that the company has had the same theme before. If you want to be successful and do a good job, you need to be different and have a breakthrough.

People say that it is the mother who knows the child best, but for a new mother, all this is not easy.

Zhao Qingluo began to think from the moment she had the pills, morning sickness during pregnancy was the most headache, while vomiting, she also had to think about the health of the child in her belly, she had to eat it, she had to make up for it, and that process made Zhao Qingluo feel numb in her scalp when she recalled it now. But that process is a nostalgic process for my mother.

At that time, because of my big belly, I couldn't lie down, sit, or stand, and it was difficult to fall asleep at night, so I had to get up and walk from time to time.

Although Yue Tingcheng often accompanied Zhao Qingluo at that time, it felt that Yue Tingcheng couldn't understand it.

Later, Maruko was born, and it shone into the hearts of Zhao Qingluo and Yue Tingcheng like a beautiful beam of sunshine. So, last time, Zhao Qingluo used "sun" as the foundation of the design to design a series of children's themes. In the hearts of Zhao Qingluo and Yue Tingcheng, the child is like the sunshine emitted by the sun, sprinkled into their hearts, and it is very warm.

But what else can children use as the foundation for design, which really stumped Zhao Qingluo.

Zhao Qingluo suddenly reacted, and after giving birth to Maruko, she was busy with work again and didn't have much time to spend with Maruko. is a novice mother, and if she doesn't give her child too much company, she can't understand exactly what her child really needs.

Zhao Qingluo sat for a long time, got up and lay on the windowsill, looking at the various neon lights, all kinds of emotions came to her heart. After so long, she still can't handle the relationship between work and life well.

What is the original intention of a new mother? If this is the foundation of the design, will new mothers feel the same way?

Zhao Qingluo thought about it, picked up the white paper at hand, and began to draw. After a few strokes, it became one of many waste paper balls.

Zhao Qingluo painted and repaired, repaired and changed, changed and repaired, changed and changed one piece of paper after another, and the waste paper on the ground accumulated more and more, but Zhao Qingluo was always dissatisfied with the design draft.

Maybe this theme can really attract the attention of new mothers, but more experienced mothers may find it ridiculous or even inexplicable. The more Zhao Qingluo thought about it, the more wrong it became, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was not advisable to use the "original intention" as the foundation of the design.

Looking at more and more waste paper balls, Zhao Qingluo gave up this idea, the theme of the original intention of the novice mother is still not mature enough, and there is not too much inspiration.

It was already late at night, and Zhao Qingluo was tired all day, and she didn't decide on a specific plan. She wanted to rest first, so she walked to Maruko's room and gently pushed the door open.

Maruko slept soundly on the bed, with long eyelashes, distinct roots, little hands grasping and scratching, and a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, I don't know what kind of dream he was dreaming.

Zhao Qingluo gently patted the balls again and again, wanting to make the balls more comfortable, and gently covered the quilt, for fear that the balls would catch a cold, thinking about what time the balls would wake up the next day, and what kind of surprise they would give themselves. Zhao Qingluo thought about it, and involuntarily thought about a lot of pills, and the smile on the corner of her mouth unconsciously raised.

Zhao Qingluo gently exited Maruko's room, came to her room, took a bath, and poured a glass of red wine, not to quit drinking and dispel sorrows, but to keep thinking about the design draft, unable to sleep, and need to use something to help sleep, red wine, is a good tool.

Holding the red wine and looking out the window, my mind no longer knows where to go. The stars in the night sky were the only comfort in the night.

Looking at the starry sky, Zhao Qingluo suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought that "night" could be used as the foundation for this theme design.

Every mother, at night when she is pregnant, there is always a period of time when she is tossed by the child in her belly and can't sleep. And after the child is born, he can't sleep peacefully at night, so he has to get up to feed the child, and sometimes the child cries, and he has to get up and put him to sleep immediately, no matter how late it is.

Over time, mothers will also automatically get up at night to see if their children are sleeping soundly and whether the quilt is covered. The more things to worry about, the more often you get up at night.

After Zhao Qingluo decided to use "night" as the design foundation, she put down the red wine in her hand and trotted to the study, for fear that her inspiration would be fleeting. As soon as I ran to the study, I picked up the blank paper and started to work.

One design drawing after another was finally presented in front of him, Zhao Qingluo looked at the design drawings that she had been busy with for a long time, and was not satisfied with her plan, so she began to repair and change, change and repair.

After revisions again and again, the design drawings were no longer the same, and a sense of powerlessness swept over again. Zhao Qingluo lay on the table, feeling sad that she had no way to realize what the child really needed.

Zhao Qingluo decided at this moment that as long as she has time in the future, she must accompany her children and enjoy the joy of family, instead of blindly knowing how to work.

The current design is basically complete, but the overall look is more towards the eyes and tastes of mothers, and does not cater to the theme of "children".

Zhao Qingluo once again encountered a bottleneck in design. Looking at the design drawings that were about to be completed in front of her but were always less angry, Zhao Qingluo didn't know what to do.

Zhao Qingluo put the drawn design drawings in the drawer on the right hand, and the waste paper balls everywhere showed how difficult these design drawings were to succeed.

Locking the drawer, Zhao Qingluo continued to return to the room, drinking red wine, looking at the starry sky outside the window, hoping to get some more inspiration from it, so that the next design drawings would be smoother.

At the same time, Zhao Qingluo began to miss every day and moment with Maruko, Zhao Qingluo felt that it was the most beautiful moment in her life, and every time she saw Maruko, she would always change something from before.

Zhao Qingluo thought about how much it should cost to go from a novice mother to an experienced mother, which is really incalculable. If you lose something, you will gain something, Zhao Qingluo began to admire those mothers who taught their husbands and children at home, they were great, selfless, sacrificed themselves, and fulfilled the family.

Zhao Qingluo thinks that she can't do this, but she will do her best to be a good wife and mother.

The next day, Zhao Qingluo got up early, sat at the desk, and continued to complete the design drawings that were not completed yesterday. Everything seems calm, but it's more like the calm before the storm.