Skill is a thing that can only be understood, not expressed.
Anyone can find out the problems, even the layman can see them at a glance, but when there are no problems, the rest depends on personal development.
Everyone's understanding is not the same, the things in his bones are not the same, and the things drawn are not the same.
Imitation can only get its form, but not its charm.
Qin Guanglin took a lot of effort to get Sun Wen away from him, not because he didn't want to teach, but because he couldn't.
He himself is imitating Chen Rui's style, trying to figure out Chen Rui's brushwork from details, and then groping for his own style.
It's like practicing calligraphy. At the beginning, he imitated the calligraphy of famous writers for two years. Although the analogy between Chen Rui and famous writers is a bit inappropriate, as far as comic books are concerned, he is undoubtedly very professional.
The kumquat and lemon in his hand were slowly drunk, making a squeaky air sound. Qin Guanglin threw the empty cup into the garbage can, wiped his hands with a paper towel and continued to work.
"Why are you still here?" He drew twice and stopped to look at Jiang Lingling.
"Look up to the boss." Jiang Lingling shook the unfinished pearl milk tea in her hand and said, "don't work until you finish drinking it."
Qin Guanglin shook his head and said nothing.
It's impossible to learn. He has said this several times, and he is too lazy to say it again.
"Boss, your mobile phone seems to have a shock."
After a moment, Jiang Lingling pointed to the mobile phone on the desk to remind him.
"Oh, thank you." Qin Guanglin rubbed on the drawing board again, then picked up his mobile phone and opened it to see what the message was.
"I'm going to your house tonight. "
without hesitation, he pressed the keyboard and replied," OK, what would you like to eat? I'll make it for you. "
" light is fine. "
" received. "
why don't you know he's at work and say nothing more? Qin Guanglin put down his mobile phone, thought about the evening menu, and began to draw again.
Drawing twice, he stopped and thought about it.
Why not lie at home all day yesterday.
I'm coming over for dinner tonight.
It's like Did you have a stomachache at 520 last month?
Calculate the time, it is likely that the thing came again, no wonder yesterday a listless look.
We solved the case.
Qin Sherlock Holmes Guanglin is in high spirits. No more running at night!
Even if he was allowed to run by himself, he could find a place where the cat would fight for a while and then go back.
Thank the Creator No, I don't know if she still hurts. Qin Guanglin picked up her mobile phone and sent her a message.
"Do you have a stomachache? "
" how do you know? Why not be surprised.
"Of course I know you like the back of my hand. "Qin Guanglin smiles triumphantly.
Last month, I checked this thing on the computer for several days. It's strange that I don't know. As a result, I will suffer from backache, fatigue, sleepiness, irritability and so on.
Well, I didn't see it. I just saw that I was a little tired.
"Very careful. There will be a surprise when you come back. "
why don't he be surprised by the news? What's that?
"What mysterious surprise? "Qin Guanglin couldn't help asking.
"I said it was a mysterious surprise, and I asked," if I tell you, can I still call it mysterious? Why don't you roll your eyes at the back to show contempt.
"All right. "
" looking forward to it? "
" look forward to it. "
" come back early after work. "
" OK. "
with his mobile phone, Qin Guanglin read the sentence" come back early after work "several times, but he couldn't help smiling.
It's like living together.
A little bit of subtle happiness.
Put the mobile phone aside to continue to work, his work efficiency instantly improved a lot, swish swish swish the rest of today's painting, early to pack up things, waiting to get off work.
As soon as five o'clock arrived, Qin Guanglin immediately stood up and said to Sun Wen, "off work, let's go."
"You go first. I'll stay a little longer." Sun Wen is still busy with a paintbrush, "add a while class."
"Overtime?"
Qin Guanglin feels puzzled. When does the company need to work overtime?
Sun Wen didn't paint the paper, but drew lines on the paper. He didn't ask any more, "then I'll go first."
"Well, go ahead." Sun Wen nodded.
There's nothing to do when you go back alone, and leisure is also leisure. It's better to stay here a little longer.
Qin Guanglin took a bus for half an hour. After getting off the bus, he came home a little faster. As soon as he opened the door, he saw why not talk to Qin's mother at the table.
With a magnifying glass in one hand and a solid wood Paperweight in the other hand, Qin's mother is explaining to why not. Why not keep nodding to one side. Hearing the sound of Qin Guanglin coming in, they turn their heads to look at him at the same time.
"Cook." Qin Ma raised her head to the kitchen and continued to look at her baby paperweight."It's in the kitchen when the food is ready." Why don't you say it and continue to murmur to mother Qin.
“……”
Qin Guanglin looked at them, inexplicably back a cool.
What's so natural?
Half happy and half worried, he put down his bag, went to the kitchen to wash his hands and began to pick vegetables. When he finished washing all the dishes and was ready to cut them, why not just finish chatting with Qin ma? He slowly swayed over and leaned on the doorframe to watch him smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Qin Guanglin couldn't help asking.
"The way you cook is charming." Why don't you bend your eyes, gently shake your body, look at him and continue to smile, "I'm crazy."
“…… Mom
Qin Guanglin looked at her and cried.
Why not be startled, subconsciously turned his head, nothing to see, Qin Ma has just returned to the bedroom has not come out.
"It's skinny, isn't it?" She turned back and glared at Qin Guanglin.
"I thought you were not afraid." Qin Guanglin chuckles, "it's OK. When she comes out, the door will ring. You continue to be a flower maniac."
"Spend what flower, I am supervisor, supervise you to work hard."
"That..."
Qin Guanglin cut the vegetables and thought, "I won't fry them all in the future, will I?"
Just looking at their appearance, it seems that they are going to become this kind of rhythm, which can't be done.
"You want to fry every day, but no one wants to eat every day." Why not wrinkle your nose.
Qin Guanglin was relieved, "that's good..."
"Six and a half days a week at most. Twenty eight days a month is enough."
“…… Is it different from doing it everyday? "
"Don't you want to do it?" Why don't you laugh at his bitter face? This fool is serious.
"I'd rather have your cooking."
"Then you can cut it and I'll fry it."
"No, as long as you don't agree to let me do it every day." When Qin Guanglin saw them muttering together, he didn't know why.
"By the way, what about the mystery surprise?" He suddenly remembered, "I'll see how mysterious it is."
"Surprise?" Why don't you laugh strangely, "I have to go to my side to show you."
"And to your side?" Qin Guanglin looked forward to it even more, and his hand moved faster. "Finish your meal quickly, and I'll see what the surprise is."