The sky is getting dark, the kitchen is bursting with the aroma of gluttonous braised pork, there is a bright sword on the TV in the living room, Li Yunlong is saying the classic line: Lao Tzu is playing elite!

Jiang Xia smiled silently, walked out of the bedroom, and saw Jiang Wende sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV very attentively. Don't say it's his dad back then, even he likes to watch it.

"Dad." He screamed.

"Hmm."

Jiang Wende responded shallowly, glanced up and turned his head to look at the TV.

For this scene, Jiang Xia can be said to be very familiar and almost forgotten.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Wende basically raised his son, occasionally asking about his grades and understanding the recent situation, as long as he didn't get into trouble.

As for life and study, it is basically handed over to his mother Xia Shanshan, who made her a Chinese teacher who teaches and educates people, one person does all the work of being a mother and a teacher, he just needs to work hard to make money.

But it can't be said that Jiang Wende doesn't care about his son, it's just that many times when he is a father, he will only put his father's love in his heart and will not show it excessively.

And these things, in the previous life, Jiang Xia gradually understood after he really became an adult.

When I saw my father again, he was still a man in his early forties and in the prime of life, and his temples had not yet turned white.

Thinking of what happened to his father in his previous life, his nose was sour, and he felt very guilty.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wende glanced at him suspiciously, and inexplicably felt that this kid was a little wrong today, did he not see him Lao Tzu or what?

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. Jiang Xia took a deep breath and walked over and pretended to drink water to hide the complicated emotions in his heart.

In the past, every year on his father's death day, he would mumble a lot of things by himself, but now when he sees someone, he feels that he has nothing to say.

In my memory, the father and son don't seem to chat much, but on the night of the end of the college banquet, Jiang Wende, who has not drunk for many years, rarely drank some wine, and the father and son sat on the small bench on the balcony, and told Jiang Xia a lot of life truths about the night view of the city.

It's a pity that he listened to some words, and didn't listen to some words, otherwise he wouldn't have been arrogant to start a business, but he hit his head and bled out, but in the end, his parents bore the consequences for him.

After the accident happens, it is too late to think about filial piety.

"Your mother told me, you go home today and fall asleep, I want to say, it's almost the college entrance examination, don't put so much pressure on yourself, have a flat mind, success is always reserved for those who are prepared." Jiang Wende said suddenly.

"I know, don't worry, Dad, I won't let you down."

Jiang Xia nodded vigorously, and changed his words: "But, Dad, don't patronize me, you are the same, you must pay more attention to rest, and don't drive tiredly." ”

Jiang Wende was stunned, and scolded with a smile: "I don't know about this thing that you have driven for more than ten years?" It's better to care about your mother than you have more time to care about me, she spends more time on you than I do. ”

"Hehe, no contradictions, all care."

After speaking, Jiang Xia ran to the kitchen to help.

Dinner is home-cooked, four dishes and one soup, a family of three is eating while watching TV, compared with various spicy-eyed Xianxia dramas in later generations, the costume dramas of this era can be described as a clear stream.

"Mom, I'm going out to buy some drawing paper tomorrow." Jiang Xia took a bite of the braised pork that burst the juice and said.

"Is a hundred bucks enough?"

Xia Shanshan glanced at him, she has not understood her son's choice of art, she is a very traditional teacher, attaches great importance to cultural classes, always feels that engaging in art and music is a bit unlearned, and generally students with poor grades will take this path.

But since it was a decision he made after thinking about it himself, and indeed showed a high enough talent in painting, it was up to him to go.

"Enough is enough." Jiang Xia nodded busily.

The special animation positioning paper is not expensive, and it can be bought in general bookstores, but it is said that he may need more of it.

Jiang Wende immediately took out a hundred yuan and put it on the table, Xia Shanshan said: "The money can be given to you, but in the first medical exam in the near future, you must satisfy me, don't get high scores in professional courses and fail cultural courses." ”

"No problem."

He agreed, thinking to himself that it seemed that he would have to take the class seriously in the future.

After dinner, Jiang Xia returned to his room again and concentrated on making the unfinished storyboard of the first episode. At 11 o'clock in the evening, Xia Shanshan's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"It's not early, wash up early and go to sleep, and review must be matched with enough energy to get twice the result with half the effort."

Listening to his mother's mouth, it was as if she was in a Chinese class, Jiang Xia couldn't help but feel a warm current in her heart.

"Knowing Mom, I'll go to sleep right away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the lights in the living room went out.

After another half an hour, Jiang Xia yawned, and all the storyboards of the first episode were drawn, and more than 100 and 70 storyboards were drawn in a total of 7 minutes of video.

Although there is a suspicion of copying, it is extremely amazing that there are so many livers exploded in one day, and in a certain island country with a complete industrial chain in the previous life.

Once again, the skull quickly previewed the original picture drawn by the storyboard, and Jiang Xia modified several perspectives and performance tensions before he completely completed the storyboard production of the first episode.

The next step is to draw the original drawing according to the storyboard, and the scene production of the first episode, as long as you can get these two stages, the first episode of Cat and Mouse is more than half completed, and the rest is handed over to the computer.

Drenched in warm water, Jiang Xia has begun to look forward to what kind of storms this classic masterpiece will produce in this world after it is successfully reproduced.

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The next day, Jiang Xia slowly woke up to find that the sky was already bright. Maybe it was to see his parents again, and he had a good night's sleep last night.

There was a sound of porcelain bowls colliding in the kitchen, and Jiang Xia walked out of the bedroom in his pajamas and found that Jiang Wende had gone out early.

"Up? I was about to call you. ”

Xia Shanshan took the shovel and nagged, "Have you not read it in the morning for a long time?" Since childhood, I have taught you that the plan of the day lies in the morning, and how long has it been since you forgot it cleanly, how can you remember it if you don't read it? Whether it's Chinese or English, you have to back it. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, my mother." Jiang Xia is helpless, he is a man in two lives, these words are almost cocooned, but he doesn't feel tired of it anyway.

"Aren't you going to buy drawing paper today? Hurry up and eat. Xia Shanshan said and put two poached eggs into his bowl, "I'll go to school in the afternoon, right?" Can't come back for lunch? ”

Jiang Xia thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I won't come back." ”

"What do you mean by 'not coming back, are you?'"

"I'm not coming back."

Looking at the poached eggs in the bowl, he opened his mouth and took a bite at a time.