Time flies to July. After the freshness of the beginning passed, Qin Guanglin did not slacken. He brought breakfast and fresh vegetables to the place to live in the morning. After dinner at night, he ran together, and then he was slow to go back to bed for a while.

Enriched but not boring.

The total progress of the comics in his hand has been half completed. As early as a week ago, he only drew the line drafts and put the color aside in advance, intending to wait until all the drawings are finished.

Because as the understanding gradually deepens, looking back at the previous drawings will reveal many shortcomings. If you paint, you will have to overturn the whole picture again, which is too troublesome. If you only draw the line, you will want to modify the position of the previous storyboard dialogue character, etc., and just draw a new one.

After Qin Guanglin finished painting, he got up and took a glass of water and came back while drinking, while looking through the previous drawings.

The progress is obvious, and I am worthy of it.

He finished the water happily and put down the cup and looked serious.

There is a word called "silly beeping rate". The simple explanation is that every time you look back at your previous self, you will feel that you were very stupid.

For example, when I look at the talks or circle of friends I posted a year ago, two years ago, most people will have a kind of story: Damn, is this stupid thing really me? Why is it so pretentious? What the hell was I thinking in my mind at that time?

To put it bluntly, the growth rate is a growth rate. The shorter the cycle of this rate, the faster it grows. If you don’t have this idea after three or five years - it may be helpless.

Qin Guanglin did not exaggerate so much that he felt that the works of the previous day were childish every day, but after nearly a month, he looked at the ones he drew when he first started writing, and just scanned them to find several problems.

This scene is too colorful, that character is too dense, hey, there is no feeling at all on the front, so I should draw a back view...

The more you learn, the more problems you will have.

Taking out paper and pen to summarize the questions, he got up and knocked at the door of the office.

"Enter."

Chen Rui was sitting at the desk writing and painting. When he saw Qin Guanglin coming in and putting down his pen and sitting up straight, "What's wrong?"

"I have a few questions to ask for, but I don't know if Fang is inconvenient." Qin Guanglin sat down with a chuckle. He had asked several times. Chen Ruiren was pretty good and answered very detailedly every time.

"Tell me, I'm fine anyway." Chen Rui got up and poured a paper cup and pushed it over with a glass of water. "As your speed, I won't have anything to answer in less than a year."

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

It is a solid foundation, and Qin Guanglin is a matter of drawing. The main problem is not on the pen, but on the paper.

In the past, he used a painting to contain multiple elements and stories, but now he used hundreds or thousands of paintings to tell a story well, and that's the problem.

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

Qin Guanglin opened the booklet and pushed it over to him, "It is easy to express it in words, but it is not good to draw it."

"Um……"

Chen Rui finished reading the part that Qin Guanglin pointed to for a while, "Have you tried the long-term vision?"

“Try it.”

"Then there is no way, I can only skip it." Chen Rui spread his hands, "If you should skip these details, you have to skip them. Don't worry. Although it is better to draw, the text and pictures are different after all."

Qin Guanglin thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

Text has the advantages of writing, and painting also has the advantages of painting, so we cannot force it.

"And this..."

...

Outside.

After finishing his own coloring work, Sun Yat-sen began to practice drawing with his brush.

He didn't go to the cleaning bar again that night. He found a single room last weekend and rented it. He didn't have to endure the cat's meow every day, and he became much better.

I haven't touched a fish in more than half a month. I've been coloring or painting, and I will continue to study after I go home. My spirit looks even stronger than Yu Le, which surprised Qin Guanglin.

Is this the power of love breakup?

Sun Wen just smiled when facing Qin Guanglin's question. He didn't understand anything but ran over to Qin Guanglin to ask. He looked like his brothers with Yu Le.

"Where is Linzi?" He drew for a while and looked up, glanced at Qin Guanglin but asked Yu Le next to him.

"Brother Lin is in the office, and he has been in for a long time." Yu Le just saw Qin Guanglin in, "I guess he's going to ask about things again."

The boss is indeed a boss, and he still works so hard no matter how powerful he is.

He couldn't help but think of a sentence: Others are working hard so well, so what's the point of your hard work?

This poisonous chicken soup only poisoned Yu Le for a short moment and adjusted his mentality.

The two are not in a competitive relationship. The more powerful the boss is, the more he can learn.

"Oh." Sun Wen nodded, looked at the door of the office, and thought about it and laughed: "Does it feel like it was when I was in school?" He pointed to the door of the office, "Lin Zi is the class representative. He ran in and asked questions, and then taught us after asking."

"Uh... I never asked the class representative questions when I was in school, and I rarely asked the teacher." Yu Le scratched his head, unable to understand his feelings.

"Tsk, a poor student."

"Hehehe."

Yu Le looked at the office and said, "The atmosphere is pretty good now. If this continues..." He thought about it, and looked at Sun Wen, "Brother Wen, you really don't think about it..."

"Go." Sun Wen interrupted him with a frown and looked up at the surroundings, "Don't say this."

"..." Yu Le closed his mouth obediently and leaned over to continue painting his own painting.

...

In the office.

Qin Guanglin listened to Chen Rui's talk and nodded from time to time. He had to say that Chen Rui was indeed professional in this regard and did not hide his own personal feelings. He said whatever he had.

"If I had a better idea when I was painting, could I change the plot a little?"

"It's better not." Chen Rui shook his head, "If you paint it yourself, you can change it as you want, but there is another author of this story, he is the original one."

"Okay." Qin Guanglin just asked casually, and he had not thought about what to change yet.

"Respect the original work." Chen Rui did not skip this topic, but continued: "After all, no one knows what he was thinking when writing a story. In your opinion, he could change it better. Maybe he himself knew it, but for some reason, it was designed in this way, such as because of a certain complex, sentiment, or sustenance, experience... No one can tell clearly. Only he himself knows what he wrote for him to read."

"It makes sense..." Qin Guanglin nodded and then asked in confusion: "But it is more important to let readers see more refined stories than to write them for themselves?"

"What is exquisite?" Chen Rui asked.

"Uh..." Qin Guanglin got stuck.

"Sometimes it is precisely what I write for myself that really attracts readers." Chen Rui smiled. "Because of creation, it often brings personal characteristics and ideas to attract people who are the same hobbies... Although the joys and sorrows of human beings are not consistent, literature, painting, music, and poetry can resonate with emotions. In my opinion, this is the charm of comics."

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

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

"You wait."

Qin Guanglin thought for a moment and finally figured out something wrong. "Isn't the ultimate goal to make money? If it goes against the current mainstream market, it will definitely not work. It should be based on readers' tastes..."

"Yes, but not all." Chen Rui tapped the tabletop with his fingers and looked at him and asked, "What would happen if everyone catered to mainstream readers and painted the types and styles they like?"

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

"All comics look the same, aren't they tired of it?"

"Not to..."

"It's not that this kind of thing has happened in other industries." Chen Rui smiled and waved his hand, "It's right for readers to be God, but we must be a firm atheist." He paused and continued: "You can cater to a moment, but not for a lifetime. Readers' tastes will change at any time, and the mainstream trend will change at any time. Only by first satisfying yourself and conquering others with your own characteristics can you create a real fine product - comics can bloom all over, instead of changing your skin to play the same routine."

"Well... makes sense."

Qin Guanglin felt that Chen Rui had started to get up again, put away the book and got up from his seat, "I'll go and do it first."

A hundred flowers bloom...that is the industry.

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

"Think about it carefully, I hope you can have your own style." Chen Rui turned around the seat for a while, turned his head and looked out the window.

If he uses computer templates to make money and earns fast and steady money, why should he insist on hand drawing?

But what's the point of making those fast food works to make money?

It's boring.

The meaning of life is not to make money.

Qin Guanglin returned to his seat and did not rush to pick up his brush to draw, but instead took the unfinished work and looked it up again.

Reflect, ponder, digest.

I don’t know how to change the changes. I don’t know how to change them. After that, it’s time to get off work without realizing it.

"It's time to get off work, goodbye, big guy." Jiang Lingling passed by Qin Guanglin's seat with her bag on her back, took two steps and stopped, "Do you have time for the weekend?"

"I don't have time, I have to be busy with something." Qin Guanglin waved his hand, "Goodbye."

"All right."

Jiang Lingling nodded, smiled for no reason, and walked out of the company lightly.

After packing up his things, Qin Guanglin saw that Sun Wen was still busy in his seat, so he leaned over and took a look, "Working overtime again?"

"No more." Sun Yat-sen drew the last stroke, put down his pen and started to pack up his things, "It's the same when you go home. When Monday comes, you can help me see and give me some advice."
To be continued...