Zhao Qingluo sat at the table, on the table, on the trash cans, and on the floor.

Hiss - Zhao Qingluo tore up the design drawing that had just been drawn for a few strokes. I can't remember which design drawing was torn apart by Zhao Qingluo. The waste paper balls in the whole room can be imagined how annoyed Zhao Qingluo was at this time.

Zhao Qingluo grabbed her head with both hands in annoyed manner. She was one and two big now, and she was almost at the limited date for submitting the manuscript, but now she had no inspiration. The level of the things she drew was exactly the same as that of a newly graduated college student.

Zhao Qingluo grabbed the water cup beside her and poured it into her stomach suddenly, only then she felt awake. Zhao Qingluo's condition was not suitable for continuing to design, and she herself understood this truth. So Zhao Qingluo got up and prepared to see the meatballs that were still sleeping.

As soon as he got up, Zhao Qingluo's legs became soft as if they were pulled away. Zhao Qingluo hurriedly grabbed the stool at her hand and fell less heavily. It must have been because she had been sitting for too long, and her legs were numb for a while and she lost control.

Zhao Qingluo complained about herself. At this time, she felt that she had nothing to do. She waited for a while before she slowly got up from the ground.

"Mom... yes mom" Zhao Qingluo just pushed open the door of Maruzi's room when she heard Maruzi calling him.

Zhao Qingluo was stunned at the door. For a mother, the call of her child is the most arousing her fighting spirit. Moreover, Zhao Qingluo is also a novice mother. She really felt that the meatball needed her.

At this time, the meatball blinked, and there seemed to be a light in her eyes. Zhao Qingluo walked towards the meatball step by step. When the meatball in the crib saw that his mother was coming, he immediately stretched out his two fat little hands to hug her.

Her chubby face and skin are like peeled eggs. When people see it, they want to come forward to hug her. They are so cute.

Zhao Qingluo reached out and picked up the meatball, which giggled. The afterglow of the sunset shone on the mother and daughter, and the maternal brilliance emitted by Zhao Qingluo became stronger and stronger. The picture was so beautiful.

"Ah! Meatballs, let go, mom will hurt." I wonder if the sunset shone on Meatballs, making Meatballs feel uncomfortable. Meatballs cried and made a fuss in Zhao Qingluo's arms. Zhao Qingluo was afraid that the Meatballs would bump, so she hugged them tighter. When this tightened, Meatballs felt even more uncomfortable and even more noisy, and even reached out to pull Zhao Qingluo's hair.

Maruko seemed to be unable to understand Zhao Qingluo's words, and continued to pull down. This pull suddenly gave Zhao Qingluo an inspiration.

Zhao Qingluo looked at the monkey and took the monkey's hands off her hair. There was no displeasure on Zhao Qingluo's face, but she was full of happiness because she had decided to use what to do this time.

Outside the window, the sunset gradually disappeared, and the crescent moon quietly climbed into the sky.

"Little Maruko, thank you, my baby." Zhao Qingluo looked at Maruko with a loving look on her face. She didn't know what happened in Maruko in her arms, but just watched her mother smile at her, and she smiled foolishly at her mother.

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

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

Children - This is the theme this time, which is also the inspiration Zhao Qingluo got from the meatballs. That's right, I used the theme of children last time, so this time is different from the last time.

Zhao Qingluo thought about where to start and turned around and looked out the window. The moonlight was soaking the earth, and all the stars came out.

The night was also not calm. Zhao Qingluo looked out the window and pondered.

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 succeed and do it well, you need to have a different meaning and a breakthrough.

People say that the mother knows the most about children, but for a new mother, all this is very difficult.

From the moment Zhao Qingluo had the balls, he began to think that morning sickness during pregnancy was the most troublesome thing. While vomiting, he also had to think about the health of the child in his stomach. He had to eat and make up for it. The process made Zhao Qingluo's scalp numb when he recalled it now. But that process was another process worth remembering for his mother.

At that time, because of the big belly, I was not lying, sitting, or standing, and it was difficult to fall asleep at night, so I had to get up and walk from time to time.

Although Yue Tingcheng was often with Zhao Qingluo at that time, Yue Tingcheng could not understand it.

Later, when the meatball was born, it shone into the hearts of Zhao Qingluo and Yue Tingcheng like a beautiful beam of sunlight. So, last time, Zhao Qingluo designed a series of children's themes with the "sun" as the foundation. In the hearts of Zhao Qingluo and Yue Tingcheng, the children were like the sunlight emitted by the sun, sprinkling into the heart, very warm.

But what else can children use as the foundation for design? This really makes Zhao Qingluo embarrassed.

Zhao Qingluo suddenly realized that after giving birth to the meatballs, she started to be busy with work and didn’t have much time to accompany the meatballs. She was a novice mother, and without giving her children too much companionship, she could not understand exactly what the children really needed.

Zhao Qingluo sat for a long time, got up and lay on the windowsill, looking at the various neon lights, her emotions surged into her heart. After so long, she still couldn't handle the relationship between work and life very well.

What is the original intention of a new mother? If this is the foundation designed, will the new mother have the same feeling?

As Zhao Qingluo thought about it, she picked up the white paper at her hand and started drawing pictures. Without drawing a few strokes, she became one of the many pieces of waste paper.

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

Perhaps this theme can really attract the attention of new mothers, but more experienced mothers may find this ridiculous or even inexplicable. The more Zhao Qingluo thinks about it, the more wrong it becomes. The more he thinks, the more he feels that it is not advisable to use the "original intention" as the design foundation.

Seeing more and more waste paper balls, Zhao Qingluo gave up this idea. The theme of the new mother's original intention is still not mature enough, and there is no too much inspiration.

It was already late at night. Zhao Qingluo was tired for a day and had not decided on a specific plan. She wanted to rest first, so she walked to Maruzi's room and gently pushed open the door.

Maruko was sleeping soundly in the bed, with long eyelashes and clear roots. He grabbed it with his hands and a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. I wonder what kind of dream he was having.

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 surprises they would give him. As Zhao Qingluo thought about it, she couldn't help but think about the balls a lot, and the smile on the corner of her mouth unconsciously raised.

Zhao Qingluo gently left the room of the monkey, came to his room, took a shower, and poured a glass of red wine. He was not just quitting alcohol and waking up sorrow, but he was always thinking about the design draft and couldn't fall asleep. He needed to use some things to help him sleep. Red wine is a good tool.

Holding red wine and looking out the window, my thoughts no longer know where to float. The stars in the night sky are the only comfort in the night.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Zhao Qingluo suddenly had an inspiration and thought that he could use "night" as the foundation for this theme design.

Every mother always has a period of time when she is pregnant and is unable to fall asleep by the child in her belly. After the child is born, she cannot sleep soundly at night. She has to get up to feed the child. Sometimes the child cries and immediately gets up to make him fall asleep, no matter how late.

Over time, mothers will also get up automatically at night to see if the child sleeps soundly and whether the quilt is covered. As you worry more, you will get up more at night.

Zhao Qingluo decided to use "night" as the design foundation, put down the red wine in her hand and trot to the study, fearing that the inspiration would be fleeting. As soon as she ran to the study, she picked up the white paper and started to do it.

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

After revising it again and again, the design drawings were no longer like that, and the feeling of powerlessness swept over again. Zhao Qingluo lay on the table, feeling sad that she could not understand what the child really needed.

Zhao Qingluo decided at this moment that whenever he had time in the future, he would definitely accompany his children and enjoy the joy of family, rather than just knowing how to work.

The current design drawings are basically cloze, but overall they look more inclined toward the mother's eyes and taste, and do 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 but were always less angry, Zhao Qingluo didn't know what to do.

Zhao Qingluo put the drawn design drawings into the drawer on the right hand side. The waste paper balls are everywhere, which shows how difficult it is for these design drawings that are about 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 inspiration from it so that the next design drawings will be smoother.

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

Zhao Qingluo thought that it was really impossible to calculate how much it should be paid from a novice mother to an experienced mother. Any loss will lead to gains. Zhao Qingluo began to admire those mothers who were at home who were taking care of their husbands and children. They were great, selfless, sacrificed themselves and fulfilled their families.

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