Gu Congli used to be a teacher, so there was no doubt about his skill. Shi Yin had seen his paintings before, and they were things painted by truly talented people.

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

Cartoons are different from ordinary paintings and character portraits. They need to use storyboards to tell stories. With an assistant, a professional cartoonist can complete two to three pages of manuscripts every day, while color comics are slower.

Of course Gu Congli could never finish painting.

Unless he has twenty pairs of hands.

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

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

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

What is the meaning of this boring world?

Shi Yin was alone in the back, sulking endlessly, as if she was about to go to heaven in the next second. Gu Congli glanced at her from the rearview mirror and said, "I didn't think you could finish the painting at first," he said.

After a pause, "I also know you can't draw."

Shi Yin choked.

How can I describe that feeling?

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

The things that you take seriously, the things that you care about very seriously, he will move over with just a few strokes, and punch the cotton with a solid punch, which makes you feel powerless.

However, he still wore light clothes and looked like he didn't want to argue with your kid.

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

Gu Congli: "You scolded me."

"..."

Didn’t I just call you an idiot?

Did you just graduate from kindergarten?

Shi Yin almost choked on her own saliva. She sat in the middle of the back seat, stretched her head over, and looked at her from the space between the driver's seat and the passenger seat. Her expression looked pitiful and angry, and she looked aggrieved and wanted to get angry but couldn't.

The expression she dared to send: "Then you don't have to...just keep doing homework and stuff today," she lowered her voice in aggrieved tone, "so many of my classmates are here, I don't want to lose face..."

Gu Congli propped his elbow on the car window frame, put one hand on his ear, and tilted his head slightly. Perhaps because of the influence of alcohol, his voice was slack: "It's the presence of many people that makes your memory long."

"..."

You said you asked him why he did this, and he always had a reason.

Shi Yin rolled his eyes and leaned back into the back seat again, not wanting to talk anymore.

She didn't speak, and Gu Congli naturally wouldn't take the initiative to talk to her. The hotel was not far from her home, and 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 give me a ride today.

came back."

Gu Congli said "hmm".

Shi Yin paused for a moment, then asked tentatively: "Then will you... come again tomorrow?"

Gu Congli tilted his head: "How are you preparing for the new series?"

Shi Yin said quickly: "The storyboard draft of the first episode is finished!"

"The final chapter of "echo"."

"..."

Shi Yin's eyes wandered: "There are still a few pictures to go..."

She looked extremely guilty, lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

In the end, Gu Congli didn't ask any more questions, and just nodded: "Give me the finished drawing of "echo". You don't need to draw the original manuscript of the new series yet. Send the storyboard draft of the first episode to me tonight for review."

Shiyin nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

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

When he said something, she would respond obediently.

Gu Congli raised his eyes.

She wore a white dress today, and the dim light gave her a plush edge. Her big eyes were bright and moist, and she looked at him seriously, like a herbivore hiding in the bushes deep in the forest.

animal.

He looked away: "Go up."

Shi Yin felt relieved, took a long breath, and waved to him: "Goodbye, editor-in-chief!"

He ran away at a trot and bumpy pace.

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

The taxi driver listened to them all the way and found it funny. He turned the steering wheel in a circle and said with a smile: "Why does this little girl look so afraid of you?"

Gu Congli said nothing.

The driver, who was in his forties or fifties, was probably the first time he had seen a young man behave like this. He joked: "You have to be careful, young man. You can't treat girls like this all the time. I think that girl is pretty. You

If you are so cruel to her, don't scare people in the future, otherwise she will run away if she is coaxed by others."

"..."

Is this considered dangerous?

Gu Congli finally reacted.

He raised his eyelids slightly and curved the corners of his lips: "If you don't be fierce, she will go to the house and uncover the tiles."

Shi Yin, who was just shy of being able to go to Fangjiewa, didn't sleep well. She had a long dream.

In her dream, there was a vast ocean, and she was riding a surfboard through the waves like a fish. Suddenly, a big wave came over her, and she was completely submerged in it.

The salty and bitter seawater poured freely down her nose and mouth. The sour and painful sensation stimulated her tears to roll out. The huge waves made her whole body hurt so much that she was almost unconscious. She felt that her whole body was falling apart.

Shi Yin closed his eyes and followed the current and rushed to nowhere.

My ears are filled with sounds.

Cries, curses, sharp and wanton laughter, and a man's low and faint sigh.

The seawater seemed to contain countless souls, one after another burrowing into her eardrums.

When I opened my eyes again, I faced the white ceiling.

Shi Yin stood motionless in a daze, feeling as if he was floating in the sea.

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

Wet.

This dream was a bit too real.

His pajamas were stuck to his body with sweat. Shi Yin climbed out of bed and took a shower in the bathroom. Only then did he wake up from the chaotic state. He wiped his hair and came out, just in time to receive a call from Fang Shu.

"Why, how did things go with Teacher Gu yesterday?" Fang Shu asked straight away.

"..."

Shi Yin was speechless for a while: "What does development mean?"

"We left yesterday and you two were the only ones left. Don't tell me that he left on his own and left you there, drunk and beautiful female student?"

"..."

Shi Yin asked doubtfully: "Were you possessed by someone's soul today? Did you drink fake wine yesterday?"

"Aren't you used to others caring about you? Can't I care about your emotional development?"

"I'm sorry, I have to disappoint you. There is no emotional development, and there won't be any, okay?" Shi Yinzhuo walked to the bedside with his slippers and sat down. He threw his phone aside and pressed the speaker phone.

He held a towel with both hands and wiped his hair, "He is my editor now, and the two of us haven't spoken much except about work."

She had never mentioned that Shi Yin became a cartoonist. Only Fang Shu among her classmates knew about it. Ergou only thought she was doing some design work, even because Shi Yin often went to the circle of friends at noon.

She didn't get out of bed, so many people thought she was now unemployed and homeless, living at home every day.

Teacher Shi Yi, who has been labeled as nibbling on the old by relatives and friends, thinks it doesn't matter, but Shi's mother cares about it very much. Every time those seven aunts and eight aunts kindly express that she is too used to Shi Yin,

A year after graduation, Shi's mother would be very helpless and irritable when she only relied on her parents to support her. When they started to introduce jobs to her.

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

She was really tired last night, so she simply lay on the bed and passed the storyboard draft of the new series to Gu Congli. After passing it on, she put the notebook 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 the phone from the bedside, and clicked on WeChat.

She has a lot of things on WeChat all the year round, including official accounts pushing unread messages and the like. There are hundreds or even thousands of red message prompts. She is too lazy to click on them, so she just leaves them there. There are one or two new messages that she doesn’t know about at all. Sometimes, after

It would take four or five days for her to find out.
To be continued...