Shi Yin had seen Gu Congli's paintings, but this was the first time he saw his calligraphy.

The red font is sharp and clean, penetrating through the back of the paper, and the long lines are neat and tidy. The height and size of each character look the same, as if they were written with a ruler.

It makes Shi Yin envious of people like Shi Yin who have a bad habit of writing a little crookedly since childhood.

She went home with a stack of photocopied manuscripts, threw them on the studio table, and was about to watch a movie and try her luck.

Just two steps out, the man's slightly tired look appeared in his mind as he rubbed the corners of his eyes.

When he went out to the class reunion the day before, he also drank.

Shi Yin paused, walked backwards to the table, looked down at the brown paper bag on the table, and remained silent for a few seconds.

Shi Yin let out a long sigh.

This is her work, and it will be used to participate in the Newcomer Award in August, so she has to do her best.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, when Liang Qiushi came, the house was completely quiet.

Normally at this time, Teacher Shi Yi should be hanging upside down on the sofa, playing games with a PSP in his hand, and there are potato chip bags and chocolate bark piled next to him.

At this time, the living room was empty, the coffee table was clean, two comic books were spread out on the sofa, and there was no other debris.

Liang Qiushi thought Shi Yin had gone out to play and was not at home, so he tentatively called out: "Teacher Shi Yi?"

No one answered.

Liang Qiushi opened the studio door.

Shi Yin was sitting in front of the computer in home clothes, with a pink bunny towel headband on his head. All his fine forehead hair was pulled up, and he was lying on the digital tablet. Only the top of his head and the dark head could be seen.

Half a fair forehead.

Liang Qiushi felt like he had hit a ghost.

I have never seen Teacher Shi Yi working before dark.

As he walked over, Shi Yin just raised his head, holding a pen in his hand, and looked at him warily: "How did you get in?"

Liang Qiushi was used to her intermittent madness and said calmly: "You gave me the key half a year ago."

Shi Yin looked at him expressionlessly for a few seconds, then said "Oh" and lowered his head again: "I drew the first few pages of "echo" before. You can add some perspective and click on the mesh."

Liang Qiushi put down her things and bent down to turn on the computer: "Teacher, have you drawn the color picture for the final chapter?"

"..."

Shi Yin pretended not to hear.

"Where are the ten pages of manuscript after the echo."

Shi Yin pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"The newcomer reward starts in August. Are you still changing your name?"

"..."

Shi Yin finally threw down his pen angrily: "What's going on with you? What do you want to do??"

Liang Qiushi turned a blind eye to her anger: "Let me remind you how much work has not been done and what date it is. Teacher, please be careful. I heard that the new editor-in-chief is different from Editor Zhao. He is a very difficult person to talk to."

Of course I know better than you how difficult it is for him to speak.

Shi Yin instantly withered, sighed longly, and waved his hand listlessly towards Liang Qiushi: "I finished revising the draft of the storyboard before dinner, stayed up all night to draw the color pages, and started to finish the remaining ten chapters of "echo" tomorrow.

Pages of manuscript, please quit, Qiuqiu.”

Liang Qiushi pretended: "I obey the order."

Shi Yin rolled his eyes.

Shi Yin's new comic is tentatively titled "Hong Ming" and it depicts a knife.

Legend has it that when the golden sword made by Emperor Xuanyuan came out of the furnace in ancient times, the remaining raw materials did not fade away due to the high temperature and flowed to the bottom of the mold on their own to form a knife shape, which is called the Hongming Knife.

Because it is a self-made sword, the Hongming Sword has a strong self-awareness and is powerful enough to compete with the Xuanyuan Sword. If the holder has weak willpower, it may even be counterattacked by it. The Yellow Emperor was aware of the endless troubles and wanted to destroy it with the Xuanyuan Sword, but failed.

Thinking of being transformed into something by it, it fled, and disappeared from sight ever since.

It was not until the Han Dynasty that the sword reappeared in the world, and at this time, this sword could already be cultivated into a human form.

I finished editing more than thirty drafts and drew one page of the original manuscript. It was already early in the morning when I finished, and the night was falling outside the window. I pushed the tablet and let out a wail. I lay flat on the table, feeling dizzy and confused.

When you are too hungry, you no longer feel hungry. Shi Yin rubbed his eyes, raised his head while leaning on the table, and sent the completed storyboard draft to Gu Congli.

After sending it, she pushed the computer, pressed her sore neck, stood up and left the studio.

Liang Qiushi had gone back a long time ago. The house was quiet and the lights in the living room were not turned on. Shi Yin walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window and pushed aside the green leaves of the pothos vine. The lights outside the window were dim, and the whole city was gently soaked in the midsummer night.

After using her eyes continuously for more than ten hours, she looked at the street lights as if they were overlaid with shadows. She squinted slightly and looked out the window at the long street in a daze.

Shi Yin didn't expect to see Gu Congli again.

She had been heartless for six years. She originally thought that the matter was over, but now think about it, what did she like about Gu Congli back then? She didn't understand him at all, and the most direct attraction was his face.

Shi Yin felt that she actually didn't like Gu Congli that much at that time. The reason why she was so obsessed with him was just a certain illusion brought to her by her adolescent obsession.

However, she never met another person like him.

The starting point of her obsession in her youth was too high. As a result, until now, she has not been able to fall in love with anyone, and no one has covered his shadow in his mind. Shi Yin is a little melancholy, feeling that she may have to be single for the rest of her life.

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Forget it, now she still has to consider what kind of attitude she should adopt towards Gu Congli.

She looked out the window and sat cross-legged on the carpet. The wind in the summer night was hot and humid, and there was no coolness. Shi Yin opened the window wide, then stretched her arms to reach the remote control of the air conditioner next to her, and turned it on to the lowest setting.

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The phone was put aside, muted, and the screen lit up and flashed silently.

She didn't pay attention, she lowered her head and rubbed her eyes, got up and walked to the bedroom in a daze.

She was walking so fast in the morning that she didn't even fold the quilt, so she fell directly into the quilt and fell asleep on the pillow.

The next day I was woken up by the doorbell.

At first, Shi Yin thought she was dreaming.

In the dream, she was in a place like a train station. There was no one on the platform, not even a conductor. Shi Yin held her ticket and walked blankly on the seemingly endless platform, and then she heard the sound of jingle bells, jingle bells.

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The sound got louder and louder from far to near.

Shi Yin woke up.

The jingle is still there.

It sounded slowly and slowly, every thirty seconds.

Shi Yin blinked, lay on the bed and tilted his head.

This is the doorbell.

She scratched her hair and climbed out of bed, still too sleepy to open her eyes. She walked to the door in a daze, leaned against the security door, yawned, and drawled: "Who - ah -"

The person outside the door was silent for a moment before speaking: "Shi Yin."

Shi Yin was so excited that he stifled half of his yawn, and he was so frightened that he woke up.

She hurriedly leaned on the door and looked out through the door mirror, and saw an indifferent face.

Shi Yin hurriedly opened the door, opened his mouth slightly, and looked at him blankly: "Editor Gu?"

Gu Congli glanced at her from top to bottom.

The girl stood barefoot at the door, her nightgown was wrinkled by her sleep, her long hair was disheveled, her eyes were moist, and there were red marks on her face. She was a little dazed and looked like she hadn't slept.

Wake up.

He raised his hand and glanced at the watch. It was half past nine.

Gu Congli lowered her hands and walked in, looking at her: "Saliva."

Shi Yin blushed, raised her hand in panic, and rubbed the corner of her mouth vigorously with the back of her hand. Her fair and tender face was deformed by her rubbing.

Gu Congli lowered his head and curled his lower lip silently. When he raised his eyes again, his face was still expressionless: "I told you yesterday to come here this morning."

Shi Yin blinked: "I didn't see it, when did you say..."

"Five minutes after you send me the manuscript."

Shi Yin was stunned: "Are you still up so late?"

"work overtime."

Shi Yin admired him and felt that the editor-in-chief was really a hard job: "You worked overtime until early in the morning."

"If my author doesn't send me a draft of the storyboard in the early hours of the morning, then I don't have to." Gu Congli said calmly.

"...Oh, I just corrected it and sent it to you. I thought you were asleep."

He seems to go to bed early and get up early, and he looks very healthy.
To be continued...