Chapter 827

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Meng Huo was painting when he heard a cry.

"What's the matter?" He looked up at Shen Jie, who was helping in the room. Shen Jie held a pen in her hand and looked at the drawing paper on the table in embarrassment: "Oh, I accidentally got ink on the paper."

"Let me see." Meng Huo got up and went over, picked up the paper and looked at it. There was ink in the lower right corner.

Shen Jie asked nervously, "doesn't that matter? Do you want to redraw? "

She was worried that Meng Huo would have to draw another one again because of her mistakes. Shen Jie was helping, but she didn't want to help. Instead, she held back.

"Well..." Meng Huo Shen Yin for a while, then nodded: "it doesn't matter, this point is not in the way, you have a rest first, and then do it later."

This is not a cartoon. It's just the original of the new animation. In fact, as long as the original can be seen, it doesn't need to be perfect. Meng Huo wants to make it perfect and prepare the details as much as possible. The more perfect it is, the easier it is for him to make animation.

Shen Jie was relieved, but still a little frustrated: "I am not particularly stupid, even black will make mistakes."

"No, you did a great job." Meng Huo shakes his head. Shen Jie has been helping him blacken for more than a week, and only today has he made a small mistake. This has made Meng Huo very incredible. Except for Qin Ya's accident, Meng Huo's other assistants usually make mistakes more frequently than Shen Jie.

If Shen Jie is stupid, others don't have to mix.

"If you didn't know how to draw comics, I would have hired you as an assistant." Meng Huo laughs that Shen Jie is very careful and serious at work, so she makes fewer mistakes than ordinary people. But she can't draw comics, and she can't do anything except the simple work of blackening that anyone can do.

Shen Jie felt better: "then I'll go out for a walk."

After sitting for two hours in a row, Shen Jie was not tired physically, but she was a little tired in her heart. After she told Meng Huo, she left the room and went out to breathe.

Meng Huo, on the other hand, sat down to continue painting. His time was very tight. His feeling about this holiday was faster than that at work. It was just a blink of an eye. Now it's February. And the Spring Festival is just around the corner, the day after tomorrow.

After drawing for about 20 minutes, Shen Jie came back with something in her hand this time.

"Meng Huo, look what I found!" She was very excited to put things in the room. Meng Huo took a look and found that it was a go board: "where did you find this board?"

He went to Mo Mo, the chessboard seems to have some age.

"The old lady gave it to me." Shen Jie said with a smile, "she said that it's no fun just for us to draw. When we are tired of drawing, we can play chess with this."

"How does she know I'll... Forget it, don't ask me that question." Meng Huo just wanted to ask the old lady how she knew he could play chess, but before she finished, she knew that she was stupid. The spirit of chess is being serialized. How could the old lady not know he could play go.

"How's it going?" Shen Jie looks at Meng Huo provocatively: "come with me?" Meng Huo had not played chess for a long time. He happened to have an itchy hand, so he agreed.

They haven't played chess for several months. This game of go is very powerful. Shen Jie wants to keep Meng Huo down as before, but unexpectedly, Meng Huo's progress is so fast that she can't bear to kill him.

In the end, Shen Jie can only win by a few goals.

"Finally won..." Shen Jie breathed a sigh at the end of the count. She almost thought she was going to lose. Although she had expected it, Meng Huo caught up with her level in just six months, which surprised Shen Jie very much.

"I don't understand what your head is made of." Meng Huo, who lost, was cleaning up his chess pieces. Shen Jie looked at him with her chin and said, "if you go on like this, you can go and win the champion prize of Chinese go in two years."

Meng Huo put the pieces away. Hearing this sentence, he shook his head: "it's not so easy. I'm almost there."

His family knows his own business. Although he is quick to learn go, he can't reach the goal without more than ten or twenty years of experience. Go is a very elegant skill. Meng Huo has already vaguely felt that his limit is not far away.

His chess skills can't escape the objective laws. At the beginning, he grows very fast, but when he matures, he will encounter idleness and bottlenecks. If he wants to go further, he must spend a lot of time and energy to increase his experience and accumulate a lot of experience.

Meng Huo has reached his bottleneck. It won't be long before his chess skills will stabilize. If he wants to go further, it will take a long time to hone."But I still think you're good." With a smile, Shen Jie reached for Meng Huo's hand and said, "one more game, I can only win you now. You can't escape this holiday. You have to leave me more achievements."

Meng Huo said with a smile, "good."

He took out his chess pieces again and played the second round with Shen Jie. For the next few days, they had to play two or three rounds of go every day. This activity seems to have become the most important activity of Meng Huo besides painting.

Spring Festival is the only exception. On this day, apart from not playing chess, Meng Huo didn't even draw. From the beginning of Chuang, he spent a day with Li Qin and the old lady. Of course, Shen Jie was also nearby.

On this day, the Meng family had no guests. The old lady rushed all the bodyguards and nannies home for the Spring Festival. There were only four of them together all day. Li Qin is whimsical, and specially takes Shen Jie out to buy a lot of fireworks, and then set them off in the yard at night.

It seems that the old lady has never been so happy. She even lit several fireworks in spite of Li Qin's obstruction.

Meng Huo, the only man on the scene, didn't play as much as the three women. At night, he became a spectator, but the onlooker was the onlooker. He didn't mind at all, as long as he could watch the fireworks.

Sitting in the corner of the courtyard, in front of them are three women of different ages setting off fireworks in harmony, with the cool starry sky and the petals of fire at the head. In such a scene, Meng Huo silently said goodbye in his heart.

After this night, the real meaning of 2019 will come. Meng Huo expects that he can launch more works in this year and maintain the same peace and happiness as this year at the end of the next year.

He did the former, but now Meng Huo can't predict that 2019 will be a year that he will remembe