Wife Please Be Obedient

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 residence. After get off work in the evening, he ran together after dinner, and then went back to sleep for a while.

Enriching but not boring.

The total progress of the comics in his hand is 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, which is too much trouble. However, if you only want to make a line draft, it is much easier to modify the position of the characters in the front storyboard dialogue, just draw a new one.

After Qin Guanglin finished painting, he got up and took a glass of water back and drank it while flipping through the previous paintings.

The progress is obvious, it is worthy of me.

He drank the water happily, put down the glass and looked seriously.

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

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

To put it bluntly, the silly beep rate is a growth rate. The shorter the cycle of this rate, the faster the growth. If there is no such idea after three to five years-it may be hopeless.

Qin Guanglin didn't exaggerate to the point where he felt that the previous day's work was naive every day, but for nearly a month, when he looked at the paintings when he first started writing, he found several defects in a casual scan.

This scene is too flowery, and that figure is too dense, eh, there is no positive feeling at all, it is time to draw a back...

The more you learn, the more problems will arise.

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

"Go in."

Chen Rui was sitting at his desk writing, drawing, and painting. 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.

"Come on, 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.

With a solid foundation, painting is a matter of hand for Qin Guanglin. The main problem is not the pen, but the paper.

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

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

Qin Guanglin opened the pamphlet and pushed it over to show it to him, "It's easy to express in words, but it doesn't look right in the drawing."

"Ok……"

After reading what Qin Guanglin pointed out, Chen Rui pondered for a while, "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 different after all."

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

Words have the advantages of words, and painting also has advantages of painting.

"and this……"

...

outside.

After Sun Wen finished his coloring work, he took the paintbrush and began to practice painting.

He didn't go to Qingba that night again. He found a single room to rent last weekend. He didn't have to endure the cat barking every day, and his spirit was much better.

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

This is 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. It's been a long time since I went in." Yu Le just saw Qin Guanglin go in, "I guess I'm going to ask questions again."

The big guy is indeed 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 is the point of your hard work?

This poisonous chicken soup only poisoned Yu Le for a short time, and he had 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, pondered and smiled: "Does it feel like school?" He pointed to the office door, "Lin Zi is a class representative, and ran in to ask questions. Tell us after asking."

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

"Tsk, scumbag."

"Hehehehe."

Yu Le glanced at the office, "Now the atmosphere is pretty good, if it develops like this..." He thought for a while, and looked at Sun Wen hesitantly, "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. He had to say that Chen Rui was really professional in this respect and he did not hide his personal information.

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

"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 work." Chen Rui didn't 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 himself. I know, but it is designed this way for some reason, such as because of a certain complex, feeling, 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 again: "But it's more important for readers to see more delicate stories than writing for him?"

"What is sophistication?" Chen Rui asked.

"Uh..." Qin Guanglin got stuck.

"Sometimes it is precisely this kind of thing written for myself that really attracts readers." Chen Rui smiled, "Because of creation, many times it brings personal characteristics and ideas to attract people with the same interests. …Although the joys and sorrows of human beings are not interlinked, the arts of literature, painting, music, and poetry can resonate emotions. 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.

"wait."

Qin Guanglin thought for a moment, and finally figured out what was wrong, "Isn't the ultimate goal to make money? If it goes against the current market mainstream, it will definitely not work, but the reader's taste is still the main thing..."

"Yes, but not all right." Chen Rui tapped his finger on the table, 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 the comics seem to have the same taste, aren't they tired?"

"Not so..."

"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 readers are God, but we must be a firm atheist." He paused and continued: "You can cater to After a while, readers’ tastes will change at any time, and the mainstream trend will change at any time. Only by satisfying yourself and conquering others with your own characteristics can you make a real masterpiece-comics can blossom, instead of playing the same. Routine."

"Um... makes sense."

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

Hundreds 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 in the seat, turned his head and looked out the window.

If in order to make money, using computer templates to make third-rate comics makes money quickly and steadily, why should he insist on hand-painting.

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

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 for the time being. When I change them later, it will be off work without knowing it.

"It's off work, goodbye, boss." Jiang Lingling passed by Qin Guanglin's position with her bag on her back, walked two steps out and stopped. "Are you free on the weekend?"

"No time, busy with things." Qin Guanglin waved his hand, "Goodbye."

"Ok."

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?"

"Don't add it." Sun Wen finished the last stroke, put down his pen and began to pack things up, "The same goes for painting when I go home. When Monday comes, you will help me take a look and give pointers."

"I said you didn't do the coloring work well, so you have to paint something?" Qin Guanglin wondered, "What is the excitement? It can't be a breakup, right?"

"Hey, idle is idle, study."

Every time Sun Wen was so perfunctory, Qin Guanglin didn't bother to ask why, "Are you bored to paint at home on weekends?"

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

"Let's go together, I'm not familiar with him booking that place, don't go the wrong way."

"Okay, I'll be here... at Xiao Yu's house, and the three of us will go there together." Sun Wen nodded.

The itinerary was set in a few words, and the two of them went downstairs and walked to the bus stop. Qin Guanglin's car arrived first, greeted him to get in the car and drop coins, and walked to the back row to sit down.

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

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

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

I took the car all the way back to the intersection near my home. Just when I got off the car, I heard Xiaopangdun'er's ghost screaming.

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

"Da Hei Tan has a super-changing 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 beat you up."

"I've 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, just draw one for me..."

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

"I was wrong, Brother Lin, just 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?"

"It's summer vacation, and there are still so many days left. Don't worry." Xiao Pangdun raised his head straightforwardly and looked at Qin Guanglin somewhat proudly, "Is there no summer vacation for adults?"

"What happened when there was no summer vacation?"

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

"..."