Wife Please Be Obedient Chapter 144: : Adults do not have summer vacation

　　 Time hurriedly arrived in July. After the initial freshness passed, Qin Guanglin did not slack off. In the morning, he brought breakfast and fresh vegetables to his place to live. After get off work in the evening, he ran together after dinner, and then went back to sleep for a while.

　　 is substantial but not boring.

　　The total progress of the comics in his hand has been half completed. As early as a week ago, he only checked the line drafts, and put them aside beforehand. He planned to wait until all the drawings were finished.

　　Because as the understanding gradually deepens, you will find many shortcomings when you look back at the previous paintings. If you paint, you will have to overthrow the entire painting and start over again, which is too much trouble. But if you just want to make the line draft, it will be much easier to modify the position of the characters in the dialogue dialogue in the front, just draw a new one.

　　 Qin Guanglin finished painting, got up and took a glass of water back and drank it while looking at the previous paintings.

　　 has made a lot of progress, so I am worthy of it.

　　 He drank the water in one sip and put down the cup to look seriously.

　　 There is a word called ‘silly beep rate’. The simple explanation is that after a period of time, when you look back at your previous self, you will feel that your previous self is very stupid.

　　For example, if you go to look at talks or Moments posted a year ago or two years ago, most people will have one kind: Damn it, is this silly beep really me? How can you be so hypocritical? What the **** was thinking in my head at that time?

　　 The silly beep rate is simply a growth rate. The shorter the cycle of this rate, the faster the growth. If you don’t have such an idea after three to five years-it's probably hopeless.

　　 Qin Guanglin did not exaggerate to the point that he felt that the previous day’s work was naive every day, but for nearly a month, when I looked at the paintings when I first started writing, I found several flaws in a casual scan.

　　This scene is too flowery, and that figure is too dense, eh, there is no sense of the front, it's time to draw a back...

　　The more you learn, the more problems will arise.

　　 took out a pen and paper to summarize the problem, he got up to the office door and knocked on the door.

　　 "Go in."

　　 Chen Rui was sitting at the desk writing and drawing, when Qin Guanglin came in, put down his pen and sat up straight, "What's the matter?"

　　 "I have a few questions for advice, I don't know if it is inconvenient." Qin Guanglin sat down with a smile. He has asked several times. Chen Rui is not bad, and he answered very detailedly every time.

　　 "Let's talk, I'm fine anyway." Chen Rui got up and took a paper cup and poured a glass of water and pushed it over, "At your speed, I won't have much to answer in a year."

　　 He was not surprised at the speed of Qin Guanglin's progress.

　　 has a solid foundation. For Qin Guanglin, painting is a simple matter. The main problem is not the pen, but the paper.

　　 Previously, he used one painting to contain multiple elements and stories, but now he uses hundreds of paintings to tell a good story. This is the problem.

　　 "Some places don't know how to show it, and I always feel something is wrong, just like here..."

　　 Qin Guanglin opened the pamphlet, pushed it over and pointed it to him, “It’s easy to express in words, but it doesn’t taste right when drawn.”

　　 "Hmm..."

　　 Chen Rui spent a while after reading what Qin Guanglin pointed out, "Have you tried the vision?"

　　"Try it."

　　 "Then there is no way, you can only skip it." Chen Rui spread his hands, "Skip these details when they should be skipped. Don't be entangled. Although the drawing is better, the text and the picture are not the same after all. ."

　　Qin Guanglin thought for a while, nodded and said: "Let's do it."

　　 Text has the advantage of writing, and painting also has the advantage of painting, so you can’t force it.

　　"And this..."

　　……

　　 outside.

　　Sun Wen finished his coloring work, and started to practice drawing with a paintbrush.

　　 He didn't go to the Qingba that night again. He rented a single room last weekend. He doesn't have to endure the cat barking every day. He feels better.

　　 I haven't touched a fish for more than half a month. Besides painting, I will continue to study after returning home. The energy seems to be more than Yu Le, and Qin Guanglin is surprised.

　　 Is this the power of broken love?

　　 Sun Wen just smiled when he faced Qin Guanglin’s question, but he ran over to Qin Guanglin and asked if he didn’t understand, he and Yu Le were like brothers.

　　"Where is the forest?" He drew for a while and raised his head, but did not see Qin Guanglin at a glance, and asked Yu Le next to him.

　　 "Brother Lin is in the office, he has been in for a long time." Yu Le just saw Qin Guanglin in, "I guess I'm going to ask questions again."

　　 The big guy is really a big guy, no matter how powerful he is, he still works so hard.

　　He couldn't help but think of a sentence: Others are so good who are working hard, so what's the point of your hard work?

　　 This poisonous chicken soup only poisoned Yu Le for a short time, and he has adjusted his mentality.

　　 The two are not in a competitive relationship. The stronger the boss, the more he can learn as a rookie.

　　"Oh." Sun Wen nodded, glanced at the door of the office, wondered and laughed: "Does it feel like school?" He pointed to the office door, "Lin Zi is the class representative, and ran in Ask questions, and teach us after you ask them."

　　 "Uh...I never asked the class representative or the teacher when I was in school." Yu Le scratched his head, unable to understand how he felt.

　　"Hey, scumbag."

　　 "Hey hey."

　　 Yu Le glanced at the office, "Now the atmosphere is pretty good, if it continues like this..." He thought for a while, then he looked at Sun Wen, "Brother Wen, you really don't think about..."

　　"Go." Sun Wen frowned and interrupted him, raising his eyes and looking around, "Don't talk about it."

　　"..." Yu Le obediently closed her mouth and leaned over to continue painting her own.

　　……

　　In the office.

　　 Qin Guanglin listened to Chen Ruikan's talk and nodded from time to time. I have to say that Chen Rui is really professional in this area and he doesn't hide himself. What can I say.

　　"Then if I have a better idea when drawing, can I change the plot a little bit?"

　　 "It's better not." Chen Rui shook his head, "If you paint by yourself, how you want to change it, but this story has another author, he is the original."

　　 "Okay." Qin Guanglin just asked casually, not thinking about what to change yet.

　　 "Respect the original." Chen Rui did not skip this topic, but continued: "After all, no one knows what he was thinking when he wrote the story. In your opinion, it can be changed better, maybe He knows it himself, but he designed it like this for some reason, such as a certain complex, sentiment, or sustenance, experience...No one can tell, only he himself knows what is written for him. "

　　 "It makes sense..." Qin Guanglin nodded as he listened, and immediately wondered: "But it is more important for readers to see more delicate stories than writing for him?"

　　 "What is exquisite?" Chen Rui asked.

　　 "Uh..." Qin Guanglin got stuck.

　　"Sometimes it is precisely this kind of thing written for oneself that really attracts readers." Chen Rui smiled, "Because of creation, many times there are personal characteristics and ideas in order to attract the same People who love...Although the joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked, the arts of literature, painting, music, and poetry can resonate emotionally. In my opinion, this is the charm of comics."

　　 "Is that so?" Qin Guanglin faintly felt that something was wrong, but couldn't find the clue for a while.

　　 "Is there anything happier than finding a group of like-minded friends?" Chen Rui asked back.

　　 "You wait."

　　Qin Guanglin thought for a while, and finally figured out what was wrong, "Isn’t the ultimate goal to make money? If it goes against the current market mainstream, it’s definitely not going to work, we still have to focus on readers’ taste..."

　　 "Yes, but not all right." Chen Rui tapped his finger on the table and looked at him and asked: "If everyone caters to mainstream readers and draws their favorite type and style, what will happen?"

　　 "What will happen?" Qin Guanglin was too lazy to think, waiting for him to say the answer.

　　"All comics look like a taste, aren't they tired?"

　　 "Isn't it..."

　　 "It's not that this kind of thing has never happened in other industries." Chen Rui smiled and waved his hand. "It is true that the reader is God, but we must be a firm atheist." He paused and continued: " You can cater for a while, but you can’t cater to the whole life. Readers’ tastes will change at any time, and the mainstream wind will change at any time. Only by satisfying yourself and conquering others with your own characteristics can you make a real boutique-comics can blossom, rather than change the skin. Play the same routine."

　　 "Hmm... makes sense."

　　Qin Guanglin felt that Chen Rui had started to get up again, put away the booklet and got up from the seat, "I'm going to be busy now."

　　 Thousands of flowers bloom...that's a matter of the industry.

　　 He doesn't want to bloom, he just wants to make money.

　　 "Think about it, I hope you can have your own style." Chen Rui turned a half circle on the seat and turned to look out the window.

　　 If in order to make money, he can make third-rate comics with a computer template to make money quickly and steadily, so why should he insist on hand-painting.

　　 But what's the point of making those fast food works to make money?

　　 is boring.

　　The meaning of life is not to make money.

　　 Qin Guanglin returned to his seat, did not rush to pick up the paintbrush and paint, but looked through the unfinished work again.

　　Reflect, ponder, digest.

　　 I don’t know how to mark the changes that need to be changed. When I change them later, it will be off work without knowing it.

　　 "I'm off work, goodbye, boss." Jiang Lingling passed by Qin Guanglin with her bag on her back, walked two steps out and stopped again, "Are you free on weekends?"

　　 "No time, I'm busy." Qin Guanglin waved his hand, "Goodbye."

　　 "Okay."

　　 Jiang Lingling nodded, smiled inexplicably, and walked out of the company lightly without saying more.

　　 After finishing packing things, Qin Guanglin saw that Sun Wen was still busy in his seat, and leaned over to take a look, "Working overtime again?"

　　"No more." Sun Wen finished the last stroke, put down the pen and started to pack things, "It's the same when I go home to paint. When Monday comes, you will help me take a look and give pointers."

　　 "I said you didn't do the coloring work properly, what kind of paintings you have to paint?" Qin Guanglin wondered, "What's the excitement? It can't be a breakup, right?"

　　 "Hey, idle is also idle, studying."

　　Sun Wen always does this perfunctory, and Qin Guanglin doesn’t bother to ask the reason, “Are you bored to paint at home on weekends?”

　　"Otherwise, what else can I do?" Sun Wen asked back, then patted his head, "By the way, Yu Fei got married on Sunday, what about going there together?"

　　 "Let’s go over together, I am not familiar with his booking that place, don’t go the wrong way."

　　 "Okay, at that time I will... meet at Xiao Yu's house, and the three of us will go there together." Sun Wen nodded.

　　 After a few words and a few words, the two of them went downstairs and walked to the bus stop. Qin Guanglin’s car arrived first. He said hello to get in the car and drop coins, and walked to the back row to sit down.

　　 was the first time attending a peers’ wedding, and he felt a little subtle in his heart... It’s really time to get married. In the past few years, talking and laughing at school seemed to be yesterday~IndoMTL.com~ In the blink of an eye , It's about to get married.

　　 The kid Yu Fei used to hold a basketball every day. In the summer, everyone was too hot to play, so he shot himself on the playground against the sun, just like a second fool.

　　 I don’t know if it will change a bit after getting married.

　　 drove all the way back to the intersection near home. Just when I got off the car, I heard Xiaopangdun'er screaming. He was holding Aunt Li’s black cat running around and howling.

　　 "What's the name of the ghost?" Qin Guanglin drew his ears. The cry of the bear child was really annoying.

　　"Big Heitan is in super change form!" Xiao Pangdun held the black cat and pointed to Qin Guanglin, "Brother Lin, you surrender, or my second-level cannon..."

　　 "What's the mess, don't go back to eat, be careful your mother beats you."

　　 "I have eaten it." Xiao Pangdun followed Qin Guanglin with the cat, "Brother Lin, can you help me draw a **** charcoal of iron-clad Xiaobao?"

　　 "No."

　　 "Brother Lin, please help me draw one..."

　　 "Draw it myself." Qin Guanglin took his pocket and walked home, "Just let me surrender and draw a fart."

　　 "I was wrong, Brother Lin, please help me paint~" Xiao Pang Dun'er followed Qin Guanglin reluctantly.

　　 "Homework assigned by the teacher?"

　　 "No, I just want to..."

　　 "Think of a fart, go home quickly." Qin Guanglin waved his hand, "Have you done your homework?"

　　 "Summer vacation is coming, and there are so many days left, don't be in a hurry." Xiao Pangdun raised his head confidently and looked at Qin Guanglin somewhat proudly, "Is there no summer vacation for adults?"

　　 "What happened to the summer vacation?"

　　 "I have, two months, just a little bit~" He stuck out his tongue for a little bit, as a revenge for Qin Guanglin's refusal to paint, and ran away with the cat in his arms.

　　"……"