Chapter 151

In a hurry, time came to July. After the freshness at the beginning had passed, Qin Guanglin did not slack off. In the morning, he took breakfast and fresh vegetables to the why not residence. In the evening, he had dinner after work, ran together, and then lingered for a while to go back to bed.

Full but not boring.

Half of the total progress of the cartoon in hand has been completed. As early as a week ago, he only drew the line draft, put aside the coloring in advance, and planned to wait until all the drawings were finished.

Because with the deepening of understanding, if you look back at the previous painting, you will find a lot of shortcomings. If you color it, you will have to overturn the whole painting and start over. It's too troublesome. If you only draw a line draft, it'll be much easier to modify the front sub mirror dialogue character position and so on. Just draw a new one.

After finishing his painting, Qin Guanglin got up and took a glass of water. He drank and looked at the pictures he had painted before.

I have made remarkable progress.

He sipped the water and put down the glass.

There is a word called "silly beep speed". The simple explanation is that after a period of time, if you look back at yourself before, you will feel that you were very silly beep.

For example, if you go to the chat or circle of friends published a year ago or two years ago, most people will have a kind of "lying trough". Is this stupid beep really me? How can you be so affected? What the hell was going on in my head at that time?

Silly beep rate is a growth rate. The shorter the cycle of this rate is, the faster the growth is. If you don't have this idea after three or five years, it's probably hopeless.

Qin Guanglin doesn't exaggerate to the point that every day he feels that the previous day's works are childish. But after nearly a month, when he looks at the paintings he painted at the beginning, he finds several defects in a random scan.

The scenery is too flowery, and the characters are too dense. Ah, the front doesn't feel like it. It's time to draw a back

The more you learn, the more problems you have.

He got up and knocked at the door of the office.

"In."

Chen Rui is sitting at his desk writing and drawing. Seeing Qin Guanglin come in, he puts down his pen and sits up straight, "what's the matter?"

"Please ask me a few questions. I don't know if it's convenient." Qin Guanglin sat down with a smile. He came to ask several times, but Chen Ruiren was not bad. He answered in great detail every time.

"Come on, I'm fine anyway." Chen Rui got up, took a paper cup, poured a cup of water and pushed it over. "At your speed, I have nothing to answer in less than a year."

He was not surprised at the speed of Qin Guanglin's progress.

Qin Guanglin had a solid foundation in painting. The main problem was not in the pen, but in the paper.

In the past, he used to use a single painting to contain multiple elements and stories. Now he uses hundreds or thousands of paintings to tell a good story. That's the problem.

"I don't know how to show it in some places. I always feel that something is wrong, just like here..."

Qin Guanglin opened the pamphlet, pushed it over and pointed it out to him. "It's easy to express in words, but it's not right to draw."

"Well..."

Chen Rui looked at Qin Guanglin's point and pondered for a while, "have you tried the vision?"

"Tried."

"There's no choice but to skip it." Chen Rui stalled, "when you should skip these details, you have to skip them. Don't get tangled. Although it's better to draw, words and pictures are different after all."

Qin Guanglin thought a little and nodded: "OK."

Words have the advantages of words, and paintings also have the advantages of paintings.

"And this..."

……

Outside.

Sun Wen finished his painting work and began to practice painting with a brush.

He didn't go to Qingba that night for the second time. Last weekend, he found a single room to rent. He didn't have to endure the cat barking every day. He was in a better spirit.

I haven't touched a fish for more than half a month. Apart from coloring and painting, I will continue to study when I get home. I look more energetic than Yu Le, which makes Qin Guanglin marvel.

Is this the power of lovelorn?

Facing Qin Guanglin's questions, Sun Wen just smiles. What he doesn't understand is that Dian Dian comes to ask Qin Guanglin. He and Yu Le are like brothers.

"And the woods?" After drawing for a while, he raised his head, glanced at Qin Guanglin and asked Yu Le.

"Lingo is in the office. He's been in for a long time." Yu Le just saw Qin Guanglin go in, "I guess I'm going to ask again."

Big guy is really big guy. No matter how hard he is, he still works hard.

He can not help but think of a sentence: others are so good in the effort, then what is the significance of your efforts?

This poisonous chicken soup only poisoned Yu Le for a short time, and he had already adjusted his mind.

They are not competitive. The more powerful the boss is, the more he can learn.

"Oh." Sun Wen nodded, looked at the door of the office, pondered and laughed: "do you feel like school?" He pointed to the door of the office. "Lin Zi is the representative of the class. Run in and ask questions. Teach us after asking.""Well When I was in school, I didn't ask class representatives, and I seldom asked teachers. " Yu Le scratched his head and couldn't understand his feelings.

"Tut, learning dregs."

"Hey, hey, hey."

Yu Le looked at the office, "the atmosphere is very good now. If it goes on like this..." After thinking about it, he looked at Sun Wen and said, "brother Wen, you really don't think about it..."

"Go." Sun Wen frowned and interrupted him. He raised his eyes and looked around. "Don't say that."

“……” Yu Le closed his mouth and continued to draw.

……

In the office.

Qin Guanglin listened to Chen Rui's talk and nodded his head from time to time. He had to say that Chen Rui was really professional in this field, and he didn't hide his secrets. He said what he had to say.

"If I have a better idea when I draw, can I change the plot a little bit?"

"Better not." Chen Rui shook his head. "If you draw it yourself, how do you want to change it? But this story has another author. He is the original."

"All right." Qin Guanglin just asked casually, and has not thought about what to change at present.

"Respect the original." Chen Rui didn't skip this topic, but continued: "after all, no one knows what he was thinking when he wrote a story. In your opinion, he may know what can be changed better, but for some reason, he deliberately designed it like this, for example, because of some complex, feelings, or sustenance, experience No one can tell. Only he knows what is written for himself. "

"It makes sense..." Qin Guanglin nodded his head and then said, "but it's more important for readers to see more exquisite stories than to write them to himself?"

"What is delicacy?" Chen Rui asked.

"Er..." Qin Guanglin is stuck.

"Sometimes it's just this kind of writing that really attracts readers." Chen Rui said with a smile, "because of creation, most of the time they bring their own characteristics and ideas to attract people with the same hobbies Although human joys and sorrows are not interlinked, literature, painting, music, poetry and other arts can resonate with people's emotions. In my opinion, this is the charm of comics. "

"Is that so?" Qin Guanglin felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he couldn't find a clue for a moment.

"Is there anything happier than finding a group of friends with the same interests?" Chen Rui asked.

"You wait."

Qin Guanglin thought for a moment, and finally figured out what was wrong, "the ultimate goal is not to make money? If it runs counter to the mainstream of the current market, it will not work. We should focus on readers' taste. "

"Yes, but not all." Chen Rui tapped his fingers on the table, looked at him and asked, "if everyone caters to mainstream readers and paints the type and style they like, what will happen?"

"What will happen?" Qin Guanglin is too lazy to think, waiting for him to say the answer.

"All the comics look the same, aren't they boring?"

"Not so much..."

"It's not like this has never happened in other industries." Chen Rui waved his hand with a smile, "it's right that the reader is God, but we should be a firm atheist." After a pause, he continued: "you can cater for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Readers' tastes will change at any time, and the mainstream wind will change at any time. Only by satisfying yourself first and conquering others with your own characteristics can you make a real boutique - comics in full bloom, instead of playing the same routine with another skin."

"Well That makes sense. "

Qin Guanglin felt that Chen Rui was starting to get up again. He put away the book and got up from his seat

A hundred flowers bloom That's a business.

He doesn't want to blossom, he just wants to make money.

"Think about it. I hope you have your own style." Chen Rui turns around in his seat and looks out of the window.

If in order to make money, making third rate comics with computer templates is fast and stable, why should he insist on hand drawing.

But in order to make money to do those fast food works, what's the meaning?

It's not interesting.

The meaning of life is not to make money.

When Qin Guanglin returned to his seat, he did not rush to pick up the brush to draw. Instead, he took the unfinished work and looked at it again.

Reflect, ponder, digest.

I don't know how to mark the changes that should be changed for the time being. When I change them later, it's time to get off work unconsciously.

"I'm off work. Goodbye, boss." Jiang Lingling passed Qin Guanglin with her bag on her back. She took two steps and stopped again. "Are you free at the weekend?"

"No, I'm busy." Qin Guanglin waved, "goodbye."

"All right."

Jianglingling nodded, inexplicably laughed for a while, did not say more, light steps to go outside the company.

After packing up, Qin Guanglin saw that Sun Wen was still busy in his seat and went over to have a look. "Working overtime again?"

"No more." Sun Wen finished the last stroke, put down his pen and began to pack up his things. "It's the same when I go home. When Monday comes, you can help me look and give me some advice.""I said that if you don't do a good job of painting, what kind of painting do you have to draw?" Qin Guanglin wondered, "what stimulation did you get? Can't it be the breakup? "

"Hey, leisure is also leisure. Study."

Sun Wen is so perfunctory every time, and Qin Guanglin is too lazy to ask the reason again, "are you bored with painting at home on weekends?"

"What else can I do?" Sun Wen asked, and then patted his head, "by the way, on Sunday Yu Fei got married, how did he go there together?"

"Let's go there together. I'm not familiar with the place he ordered. Don't go the wrong way."

"OK, I'll Gather at Xiao Yu's house and let's go there together. " Sun Wen nodded.

After a few words, they set their itinerary. They went downstairs to the bus stop. Qin Guanglin's car arrived first, called to get on the bus and put in the coin. They went to the back row and sat down.

It's the first time for him to attend the wedding of his peers. He has a subtle feeling in his heart It's really time to get married. It seems that it was yesterday that I talked and joked at school a few years ago. In the blink of an eye, I'm going to get married.

Yu Fei was holding a basketball every day. In the summer, people didn't want to play. He was shooting on the playground against the sun, just like a fool.

I don't know if marriage will change.

All the way back to the intersection near home, just got off the car, I heard little fat duner's ghost call, he was holding Aunt Li's black cat running around howling.

"What's the name of the ghost?" Qin Guanglin took out his ears. The cry of bear child is really annoying.

"Big black carbon super change form!" Little pangdun pointed at Qin Guanglin with a black cat in his hand, "brother Lin, you surrender, or my secondary cannon..."

"What a mess! If you don't go back to dinner, your mother will beat you."

"I have." Xiao pangdun followed Qin Guanglin with a cat. "Brother Lin, can you help me draw a big black charcoal of a small iron treasure?"

"No

"Brother Lin, please help me draw one..."

"Draw by yourself." Qin Guanglin copies a pocket to go home, "just let me surrender, draw a fart."

"I'm wrong, brother Lin, you can help me draw it ~" the little fat duner reluctantly follows Qin Guanglin's side.

"Homework assigned by the teacher?"

"No, I just want to..."

"Think of a fart and go home." Qin Guanglin waved, "did you do your homework?"

"It's summer vacation. There are so many days left. Don't worry." Xiaopangdun rightfully raised his head and looked at Qin Guanglin with some complacency

"What happened without summer vacation?"

"I have, two months, a little ~" he spat out his tongue a few times. As revenge for Qin Guanglin's not helping him draw, he ran away with the cat.

“……”