Chapter 16

When Qin Yuyao came home from work, he suddenly heard the sound of glass collision in the living room. He couldn't help wondering: "did damenzi go home from work so early? Unexpectedly, he drank alone in the living room."

However, when she went over to have a look, she found that song Yunwu had been drinking.

"Sister Yunwu, what's the matter with you?" Qin Yuyao asked, looking at her lost face.

"It's Xiao Qin," Song Yunwu sighed. "I'm reflecting on myself."

"Reflection?"

"Yes, do you think I'm naive? If I can draw a few pictures, I think I'm a cartoonist," she said with a slight drunkenness. "Where is such a simple world, cartoonist? Oh, those who can support themselves are called cartoonists. I'm at most ordinary citizens with skillful painting skills."

"What's the matter?" Qin Yuyao walked over and said with concern.

Song Yunwu didn't answer, but drank muggy wine on her own. Qin Yuyao accidentally glanced at the email on the desktop and immediately understood the reason.

So she persuaded: "Oh, sister Yunwu, in fact, it's nothing to be rejected. I'm working in the editorial department now, so I know very well that being rejected doesn't necessarily mean that your work is bad. It may just be that the simple theme is wrong with the requirements of others. I've heard that a person in our editorial department brushed out a work because he doesn't like lily. As a result, people directly changed places To sell millions of masterpieces. "

"Don't comfort me," Song Yunwu shook his head. "It's not the only time that I was rejected. I don't think I'm really suitable for this industry. Just go back and ask dad to buy the weekly square directly. I'll be the editor in chief and review other people's comics."

Qin Yuyao: "

I can't talk about that. The trench is inhuman!

After dark, Ximen Qing came back.

"Charter lady... My blood bag, starved to death, I want blood bag... WOW! What ghost!" Ximen was shocked to see song Yunwu lying on the table drunk like a corpse.

Then, her eyes turned and her expression gradually became "funny": "Hey, the charterer was drunk. Didn't I take the blood bag? I'm really a clever ghost!"

XiMenqing immediately went upstairs and rummaged through the clouds. The noise led Qin Yuyao out.

"Sister Simon, what are you doing?"

XiMenqing was shocked and quickly explained, "er... That... I'm fighting and cleaning, ha ha."

"Cleaning?" Qin Yuyao had a black line. "I didn't graduate from college. Don't lie to me. What do you think is getting more and more chaotic."

"It's messy enough to... Have a sense of achievement. You don't understand," Simon Qing lied with his eyes open. "By the way, do you know what's the matter with the charterer? She's drinking alone downstairs."

"Oh, yes," Qin Yuyao said.

Now it's XiMenqing's turn to be shocked: "what?!"

Impossible! The work of "working cell" is so popular that it has been rejected!? is the editor's eye frog eggs?

"No, no... that's not good." Simon Qing found that what he thought before seemed a little too beautiful.

A work is very popular, and all factors are indispensable. It doesn't mean that it will be as popular as before if it is taken out from another place.

She also worried about whether the works she chose would not match the times.

"But it's too real. The first one is on the street. How can you play?"

Back in his room, Simon began to think.

It seems that the way of cooperating with cartoonists is not feasible, and her plan to make a fortune has been hindered. If this goes on, she still has to go back to the plight of starving every day.

"We have to find another way to get rich," he thought. Simon glanced at the computer. "Do you really want to make money from the dead fat house?"

XiMenqing hesitated for a long time and decided to compromise.

"Forget about selling silk stockings. It's too low, but it's not impossible to be a up master."

Thriving in make complaints about the two yuan development in recent years, bullet screen comments and Bcup sites are especially prominent, and B BiliBili is not too much. Of course, because of the decline of Sakura culture, the B station in the world is still more homemade, and some stems are more domestic products.

If you can become an up master and get a group of fans, it will be difficult to prevent another wave at that time, which is also good for Ximen Qing.

In the past, she didn't do it just because it took too much time in the early stage. The accumulation of fans is not a thing overnight. She is not some guy who likes to show a sad smile. Rising powder is like riding a rocket. Being a up master is destined to have a period of generating electricity with love.

Now Song Yunwu is jumping into the street. She has no choice but to prepare for a retreat.

Of course she won't make videos, but someone will. She just needs to consider the content.

"What to do? Anime gossip? Pull it down. These cartoons for children have a wool slot point, ghost animal? It takes too much time. Put it aside first..."

After thinking about it, her final strategy was singing.

When Dalong was still there, her favorite thing was to find a good song, then cycle the single until she vomited, and then continue to look for the next one. Thanks to this, she can now clearly recall those songs.

It's impossible to arrange music. It's impossible to arrange music in this life, and it's impossible to write music. Only singing can do this.

XiMenqing is also very helpless. She is not a master of music. Her music knowledge is limited to doraimi. Basically, she can't reproduce the original song completely.

She went downstairs and knocked on the door of "flat peach garden". After xiaogua opened the door, she pinched xiaogua's cheek for the first time. The fleshy little face is so comfortable to pinch.

"Little darling, do my sister a favor." after pinching, Ximen Qing pushed little darling into the door and put the door on, showing a strange smile.

Little darling was honest. She just asked her, "what can I do for you?"

Simon Qing said, "aren't you good at computers? Can you make a video for me? I sing a song, and then you record it for me and make a video."

After listening, Xiaoguai stressed, "that's hacker technology. It's used to deal with defense systems, not video."

"Oh, it's all right. You can do it for me." Simon Qing knelt on the floor so that her height could just hold Xiaoguai's waist and rub on her private airport.

Xiaoguai seemed reluctant, but he agreed under Ximen's soft and hard bubble.

Xiaoguai's room is well equipped. XiMenqing only needs to sing directly, and all the later work can be handed over to her.