Gu Congli used to be a teacher, so his skills were naturally unquestionable. Shi Yin had seen his paintings, which were drawn by truly talented people.

But this does not mean that he can draw thirty-four pages of original manuscript in two days.

Different from ordinary paintings and portraits of characters, we need to use storyboard lenses to tell stories. Professional cartoonists can almost complete two to three pages of original manuscripts every day with assistants, while color comics are slower.

Of course, Gu Congli can't finish paintings.

Unless he has twenty hands.

Shi Yin felt that he was sure to win. He was slumped behind the taxi with his legs raised like an old man, tilting his body, and his whole body was filled with a strong aura.

She has been invincible for too long and has been invincible for too long.

Now even Gu Congli can't do anything to her at all.

What else does this boring world mean?

Shi Yin was behind him and was squeaking endlessly, as if he was about to go to heaven in the next second. Gu Congli glanced at her from the rearview mirror and said indifferently: "I didn't think you could finish drawing," he paused, "I also knew you couldn't draw."

Shi choked.

How do you say that feeling?

It's like a junior high school student talking to a thirty-year-old man.

You take it seriously, and you care about it very seriously, and he will get over it with a tremendous effort. He hit the cotton hard with one punch, feeling powerless.

But his clothes are quiet and he doesn't want to bother with you kids.

Shi Yin was quiet for three seconds, his shoulders collapsed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't you think what you said?"

Gu Congli: "You scold me."

“…”

Didn’t I just scold you for being stupid?

Have you just graduated from kindergarten?

Shi Yin almost choked by her saliva. She sat in the middle of the back seat, stretched her head, and looked at her from the empty space between the driver's seat and the passenger seat. Her expression looked pitiful and angry, and she looked frustrated and wanted to get angry but didn't dare to say it: "Then you don't need to... keep asking for homework today," she said in a low voice, "I have so many classmates here, I don't want to be face..."

Gu Congli supported the car window frame with his elbow, and held his one hand in his ear, tilting his head slightly, perhaps because of the influence of alcohol, his voice was lazy: "Only many people can make you remember."

“…”

You said you asked him what he was doing, and he always had a reason.

Shi Yin rolled her eyes and leaned back to the back seat again, not wanting to speak anymore.

She didn't speak, so naturally Gu Congli wouldn't take the initiative to talk to her. The hotel was not far from her house. The car was parked downstairs in the community. Shi Yin opened the door and got out of the car, turned around and said goodbye to him: "Editor-in-Chief, please send me back today."

Gu Congli said "yes".

Shi Yin paused and asked tentatively, "Then will you... come tomorrow?"

Gu Congli turned his head: "How are you preparing for the new serialization?"

Shi Yin hurriedly said, "The first episode has been drawn with a draft of the storyboard!"

"The end of "echo"."

“…”

Shi Yin's eyes wandered: "A few pictures are missing..."

She looked guilty and looked so guilty that she lowered her head, and she didn't dare to look at him.

As a result, Gu Congli didn't ask much, just nodded: "After drawing "echo", I will give it to me. I don't need to draw the new serialized original manuscript. I will pass it to me to see the storyboard draft of the first chapter tonight."

Shi Yin nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

The street lights in the community are dim and small insects and moths are lingering.

He said something, and she answered obediently.

Gu Congli raised his eyes.

She wore a white dress today, and the dim light drew her a layer of fluffy edges. Her big eyes were bright and moist. She looked at him seriously, like a herbivore hidden in the bushes deep in the forest.

He withdrew his gaze: "Go up."

Shi Yin felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief, waved at him: "Goodbye to the editor!"

He ran away trotting all the way.

A small white shadow ran into the building like a rabbit.

The taxi driver heard them all the way, and he also found it funny to see him. He turned the steering wheel and smiled and said, "Why is this little girl so afraid of you?"

Gu Congli didn't say anything.

The driver was in his forties and fifties, and it was probably the first time he saw a young man in this way of getting along with each other. He joked: "You should be careful, young man, you can't always treat girls like this. I see that girl is beautiful and you are so fierce to her. Don't scare people in the future, and you will be driven away by others."

“…”

Is this considered fierce?

Gu Congli finally reacted.

His eyelids slightly raised and he bent his lips: "If it's not a bit fierce, she will go to the room to remove the tiles."

Shi Yin didn't sleep well when she almost got up to the room and she almost had a tile. She had a long dream.

There was a vast ocean in the dream. She was walking on the surfboard and fish, and suddenly a big wave rushed over and she was drowned in it.

The salty and bitter sea water poured into the nose and mouth for no money. The sour and painful stimulating tears rolled out. The huge waves made her feel so painful that she almost felt unconscious. She felt her whole body disintegrated. Shi Yin closed her eyes and rushed to the place with the sea current.

There was a sound all around my ears.

Crying, cursing, sharp and unrestrained laughter, and the man's low sigh.

The sea water seemed to contain countless souls, and it continued to drill into her eardrums.

Open your eyes again and face the white ceiling.

Shi Yin was stunned and motionless, feeling the illusion of floating in the sea.

After a while, she sat up and raised her hand to wipe her eyes.

Wet.

This dream is a bit real.

Sweat all over his body and stuck to his pajamas, Shi Yin climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower. Only then did he wake up from that chaotic state, wipe his hair, and just received a call from Fang Shu.

"What, how did you develop with Teacher Gu yesterday?" Fang Shu asked with a slight silence.

“…”

Shi Yin was speechless: "What is development?"

"We left yesterday, only you two are left. Don't tell me that he left and left you there, drunk, beautiful schoolgirl?"

“…”

Shi Yin asked in confusion: "Are you so fooled by a human being today? Did you drink fake wine yesterday?"

"You are not used to others' concerns about you? Can I care about your relationship development?"

"I'm sorry, if you want to disappoint you, there is no emotional development, and it won't happen, right?" Shi Yinqi walked to the edge of the bed with her slippers and sat down. She threw her phone aside and pressed hands-free, grabbed the towel and wiped her hair with both hands. "He is now my editor. We didn't say much except work."

She never said that Shi Yin was a cartoonist, and only Fang Shu knew among her classmates. Ergou only thought she was doing design work. Even because Shi Yin often didn't get up at noon, many people thought that she was unemployed and vagrants were lying at home every day.

Teacher Shi Yi, who has been labeled as a dependent, doesn't matter, but Shi's mother cares very much about this matter. Every time those aunts and aunts cordially say that she is too accustomed to Shi Yin. After graduation for one year, she only relies on her parents to raise her. When she starts to introduce her to her job, Shi's mother will be very helpless and irritable.

Shi Yin and Fang Shu chatted for a while, hung up the phone, put a towel on the door handle, took a laptop on the sofa and turned on the computer.

She was so tired last night that she simply lay on the bed and passed on the newly serialized storyboard draft to Gu Congli, and after passing the notebook, she put it aside.

It was almost ten o'clock in the morning and the email had been read.

Shi Yin thought for a while, stood up, took his cell phone from the bedside, and clicked on WeChat.

She has a lot of things on WeChat all year round, and she pushes unread messages on the official account, and hundreds or thousands of red messages. She is too lazy to put them on, just keep them there, and she doesn't know one or two new messages at all. Sometimes she will find out after four or five days.

But if this news was sent by Gu Congli, Shi Yin would feel pain if he saw it one minute later.

Looking at the little red Arabic numeral 1, Shi Yin was stunned for a few seconds before he realized, widened his eyes, and opened his heart tremblingly.

News at 7:30 in the morning: [Wake up and come here for a trip.]

Look at the watch again, it's ten o'clock.

Shi Yin climbed out of bed with a pissing flow, ran to the closet, pulled out the clothes and put them on, and took off the comb, took off half of the dry hair, pulled up the bag and left the house.

"Red Moon" is a monthly comic under Yaoguang Society. It took her about half an hour to go, and until less than half past ten, she could pretend that she had actually got up early and had a graceful morning tea before coming here.

The glass curtain wall of the huge office building reflects the blue sky, and the big alkaid logo stands at the door. This is not the first time Shi Yin has come here, and he also knows Gu Congli, and calls her to the conference room on the floor of the comics department.

When she entered, Gu Congli was already inside, and there was a kraft paper bag in front of her.

His eyes fell on the tips of her half-wet hair for a second, and he moved away, raised his chin to the sofa in front, and signaled her to sit.

Shi Yin sat down opposite him.
To be continued...