Time, place, and characters are all ambiguous.

Shi Yin covered his eyes with both hands, stepped on the bed sheet and almost rushed to the ground. He sat by the bedside, but didn't hear any movement for a while.

She quietly separated her closed fingers and glanced at him through the gap.

Gu Congli leaned against the head of the bed, closed his eyes, and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips.

Just like this, she saw a white bandage wrapped around his forearm.

Shi Yin paused, narrowed her eyes, put down her hand and supported the bed and looked closer: "What's wrong with you?"

Gu Congli raised his eyelids, looked at her gaze, and pulled the quilt up to cover it: "It's nothing, it's a little scratched."

She frowned, knelt on the bed and crawled over, pulled his arm out, and pulled him over to see.

The white gauze wrapped around his forearm, about ten centimeters long. Shi Yin opened his mouth, raised his hand to gesture about this length, and raised it in front of him: "Little? Why are you wearing it for such a long time?"

Gu Congli said calmly: "It seems a little more serious, it makes you feel distressed."

Shi Yin felt like there was a little butterfly elf in his heart, holding a small wooden hammer in his hand and knocked it gently.

She looked straight: "You talk well, have you gone to fight with someone?"

Shi Yin made up for Gu Congli was wearing black clothes, carrying a guy off the motorcycle, took off his helmet, shook his hair, and then smiled coldly and evilly.

She shivered with a terrible expression on her face.

"I'm not that idle." Gu Congli looked at her funny and turned over to the ground. Shi Yin quickly pounced on the pillow, buried his head in it, thought about it, lifted up a little bit by the pillow, and looked out secretly.

There was no picture I imagined. He was still wearing his pants. He walked to the sofa and bent down to grab his sweater, pulling out flexible lines from his back muscles.

Shi Yin's face turned red again.

He usually thinks he is quite thin.

Gu Congli put on his sweater and turned around. Shi Yin pulled the pillow down again, buried the whole person, pretending that he had not seen anything.

She felt someone approaching, walked to the bed, patted her pillow: "It's still early, go to bed for a while?"

Shi Yin couldn't sleep. He pulled the pillow down and looked at him hesitantly: "What did I do yesterday...?"

She remembered what happened last night intermittently. She called and went to the bathroom to vomit so much that her throat was hot. Whoever talked to her and helped her dry her hair. She cried and hugged her and said sorry.

Gu Congli lowered his eyes and his voice fell softly: "What did you say you did?"

He was wearing a light gray sweater, his cold temperament was neutralized, and his whole body looked much softer.

What you say is not the case at all.

Shi Yin pointed at him tremblingly: "Then your clothes... won't be..."

Gu Congli suddenly smiled very gently.

The wall light at the head of the bed was turned on behind him. He was carrying the light on his back, and he could only see the corners of his lips that were curled up in a shallow curve, and he was smirking when he smiled.

He spoke slowly: "You took my clothes and said I smell good, and you also wanted to put my breasts on it."

“…?”

Shi Yin looked at him hesitantly.

"I also told me that the third box is in the transparent box under the wardrobe." Gu Congli continued.

Now Shi Yinxin was on the verge of collapse.

Gu Congli said quietly: "While eating my tofu is still singing, telling me that this song was sung by Luo Zhixiang, called "The Diary of a Macho Man".

“…”

She did think this song was fun for a while, and she followed it for a long time.

Shi Yin murmured: "I don't believe it..."

"You have repeated it many times, and I still remember the lyrics," he said slowly with a blank expression, cold and indifferent expression, "My mother, my muscles are so big, please touch them."

Shi Yin completely collapsed, his face turned pale and sat on the bed, closing his eyes in despair.

Gu Congli raised his hand and gently touched her hair: "Don't drink anymore, be good."

Shi Yin pulled alcohol into her life-long ban list.

Shakespeare said that alcohol is the original sin of mankind, and she felt that the master would not deceive me.

Alcohol is really sinful, she will never touch any more of the Bailing whiskey or the Grey Goose Vodka.

However, after receiving the blessing of this bottle of wine, she and Gu Congli finally ended the long struggle. She unilaterally returned to her daily routine of chatting on WeChat for ten minutes a day.

Although Shi Yin can imagine her female hooligan pulling Gu Congli's clothes like a gangster, pressing the person on the bed and singing "The Diary of a Macho Man".

It's simply a nightmare.

A week later, Shi Yin's first signing ceremony.

She was completely confused about the process. Gu Congli probably had something to do that day, so Editor Zhao came to take her with her.

At the door of the banquet hall, the huge vertical painting board of the male protagonist of "echo" stands there, with five beautiful and powerful big red characters on it-

"The Echo of Chinese Comics"

Shi Yin blinked and suddenly felt a little ignited.

Being one line has one line of passion.

People in the comics and animation industry also hope that one day when talking about comics and anime, everyone thinks not only about Japan and the United States, but also about Naruto Marvel, but also about Chinese comics.

The time was almost the same, Shi Yin entered the venue and sat nervously behind the table with her name written on it.

As soon as she came here today, she was pulled away by the people from "Red Moon" and specially found a makeup artist to put on makeup and make styling for her.

Editor Zhao was more like an old father watching his married daughter, and he was moved around her: "We Teacher Shi Yi is so good at playing. After the signing meeting, the newly-debuted beautiful girl cartoonist who made great contributions from Yang Culture next door was beaten and laughed. What's the name? Is it my life?"

When Shi Yin heard the name of Congyang Culture, he frowned.

Previously, Liang Qiushi honestly explained the whole story to her. Congyang Culture’s latest project is a beautiful young cartoonist, which means that it relies on appearance as a selling point and is packaged with genius character design. The quality of the work itself becomes less important and can only be regarded as a plus point.

In other words, as long as you look good and know how to draw, the comic story itself is not so important. The company can even provide scripts and a master assistant. The author himself just needs to draw casually and hang his own name and send it out.

It is also because of this that Yang Culture has set her sights on Liang Qiushi. To be fair, Liang Qiushi is really good-looking, clean, with long legs and a pretty face for first love.

The beautiful girl cartoonist they packaged has been very popular recently. The fantasy love-based girl cartoon has a very novel idea and the male characters are also very beautiful, which has wildly satisfied the girl's hearts.

I take a selfie every day on Weibo, and the pink style is sweet and fresh, so the pink and the pinks each account for half of them.

Shi Yin hasn't paid much attention to this person, but as an opponent, Yaoguang Club has obviously understood her very thoroughly. Everyone in the editorial department of "Red Moon" was full of words on her face, "My daughter is better, my daughter will appear and beat that weak and beautiful girl to death."

The entire editorial department of "Red Moon" is looking forward to her success so much, and Shi Yin certainly doesn't want to disappoint them.

So, when Yin heard the screams and various messy voices from the crowd below, and the sound of the camera clicking, she tried hard to think about which angle she looked better.

She bulged her mouth and smiled, and a small dimples on her lips were shallow: "Hello everyone, I'm Shi Yi."

The sound below is a little bit lower.

Shi Yin thought for a while and continued, "Maybe I'm going to disappoint some friends. I'm really not a forty-year-old otakus with greasy beer belly."

There was warm applause from the crowd, and there were people calling her name.

Editor Zhao showed her a gesture with a red face in the corner. Shi Yin cleared her throat, briefly talked about the original intention of "echo" and the interesting things in the process of painting, and also talked about the serialized "Hongming Dragon Bird", answering the following simple questions.

Staff released people and lined up to sign the sale.

The end of the game was approaching evening, and Shi Yinzai's hands were about to break, his mouth was dry, and he was finally over.

She collapsed in the chair and wailed, put her right hand flat on the table, and was so angry that she said: "I have to go to the imperial capital to sign another game. Isn't this my life? After signing, I can't draw it anymore. Can I apply for a resignation issue?"

"Yes, if you are not worried about losing one issue and then losing ten in the next issue's fame rankings," Editor Zhao said calmly.

“…”

Time chants and stops the drums.

Sure enough, that night, a small explosion occurred on Weibo.

Shi Yin received countless ates, many angles, and videos of her small videos.

She grinned and showed her big white teeth, her mouth couldn't close at all, feeling that the whole day of hard work was worth it, and her broken fingers were healed.

After she put her at her Weibo and liked her, she posted a Weibo post.

【Today is very happy, everyone is so cute [Doramon Love]]

Soon, the number of messages left below increased rapidly.

[Is it painful to say that our 11 ugly and greasy black-faced faces?]

【11: I am a person who can make a living by virtue of his appearance but he still has to rely on his talent.】

[I went to the scene! I was so beautiful and cried! Why didn’t I show up before? Madam, I will be your superficial beauty from now on!]

[Hey, where have the people who used to browse the ugly and beautiful young cartoonists on our 11 Weibo?]

I scratched it down and saw a: [Haha, my nose is made quite natural, so I will introduce it to me where I can do it.]

Shi Yin was in a good mood, and took a screenshot with a smile, and posted it to her college girlfriend group: [This person asked me where my nose was padded, should I tell her?]
To be continued...