It’s rare for me to chat with me. Although it’s not about work, it’s been three years since the two met to cooperate. In fact, it’s not an exaggeration to say that they are friends they can make friends with, and it’s understandable to talk about some topics in life. By the way, Xiao can also ask about serialization.
Moreover, when it comes to melon criticism in my life, it is completely different from the usual melon criticism about work and urging manuscripts.
Editor·Guapipi: Oh, my classmate drew together with me in high school. We used a piece of rice paper and a bottle of ink for our friendship at that time.
The editors of the comic platform are all able to draw because they need to communicate with the author about their works.
Wisdom and braveness, big Ah Shou: What about when you meet
Qiao Xiao was chatting with Guazhu while he was drawing. He was distracted by the two-mindedness. He had drawn the wrong body structure many times, so he simply concentrated on chatting.
Editor·Guapipi: After meeting... hey, it's actually quite embarrassing. I liked him in high school, but he beat me up in high school hahaha, but he still can't stop me from liking him.
A strong trembling wind came from across the screen. Ti Xiao wiped his nose with a tissue and continued to watch the melon batch performance, considering whether to plant an orange tree for him.
Editor Guapipi: Not only did I see him today, but I also saw his boyfriend. Do you think I'm angry
Question Xiao nodded with deep sympathy. If he saw Xiaoyao outside with someone who didn't care about a man or a woman, whether it was his boyfriend or girlfriend, his lungs would definitely explode.
The microwave dinged, and Ti Xiao got up and went to take out the heated food. When he came back, he found that Guapi had made a few voices.
"Oh, I'm too tired to type, I'll tell you by voice."
Not the original voice, the voice changer that comes with the chat software, Lolita voice.
When Qi Xiao heard the delicate voice that had been processed, he couldn't help but feel a chill.
Because the two followed each other on Weibo, Qi Xiao knew that Gua criticized men of gender, and he was a man who had come out of the closet like himself and liked men.
"I have to complain to you about this. His boyfriend is really short. I think he is only 1.73 meters, tsk tsk tsk"
When Xiao Xiao's hand grabbed the vegetables, the meatballs fell from the chopsticks into the soup, almost splashing the soup all over himself.
173 What happened? Have you eaten your rice
Gee your head.
Question Xiao took a mouthful of rice and swallowed it a little angrily. If you don't grow to 185, you are an orange!
Wisdom and braveness, big Ah Shou: Then do you still like him
"No way, the time is wrong, the place is wrong, the person has a boyfriend, what am I messing around with~ I'm looking for something to do."
"In high school, although he beat me hahaha, we still have a good relationship. Maybe it's because I didn't say what I liked." Guapi said that he was happy when someone beat him, as if What a glorious thing to do.
"Later, he went abroad for a few reasons. After he went abroad, he lost contact with him. He didn't make a sound without warning. This time he met him on the street. I didn't expect it at all."
A chance encounter is fate, like Xiaoyao and I meet by chance every day, Ti Xiao nodded.
Guapi sent another one-minute-long voice, and Ti Xiao was a quiet listener, but when the voice was about to end, a harsh message prompt sounded suddenly, and Guapi scolded.
Before Xiao Xiao could react, Guapi sent another message.
"Damn it, that desperate duck neck, has he harassed you?"
Hearing this, Qi Xiao thought of the two sentences that Duck Neck sent to him at noon that day, but retracted them.
But isn't the duck neck a girl
Wisdom and braveness of big Ah Shou: What's the matter? Why is her girl harassing you? It's really not that you harass him
"Fart!" Guapi was a little excited, so excited that he forgot to turn on the voice changer, and the original voice burst out in foul language.
"He's a man! A man! You don't think he's a woman just because he's so cute with people every day." Guapi said, "Damn he always sends me pictures of him, what kind of abs? What kind of waist or ankle, offend the editor do you want to live?"
Still no sound.
"But." Guapi's tone changed, "It's quite coquettish hahahaha."
When Qiao Xiao heard his voice, he always felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember how familiar it was. He put down the bowl in his hand and wanted to reply to him.
"Mom, did I forget to change my voice just now?" His tone was slightly embarrassed, and he hurriedly said, "Forget it, forget it."
Guapi changed into a pair of Jiao Di Di Lo Li Yin's skin, and the two of them had a serious chat about work for a while, serializing the unreasonable parts of the story and discussing sub-shots.
When the avatar was darkened, it was already ten o'clock at night, and the food was cold again, and Xiao Hulu was sleeping soundly beside him.
Readers persevered in Weibo, shouting and driving, demonstrating at a frequency of several posts a minute.
Because of the cold, Qi Xiao's throat is a little uncomfortable, and now his whole body is a little empty after going home to rest.
Sitting at the table with a pen in hand, he thought about Xiaoyao, and then spent ten minutes quickly painting a back image.
There is only half of the back, the other half is left blank, the outline is not a smooth and complete edge, the image falls down like a snowflake, and at the end is a white flower at the bottom of the whole picture.
Like a person who blooms out of a flower.
With the smell of snow.
Wisdom and Yongshuangquan Da Axi: I'm sorry, I'm really uncomfortable with a cold today. The promised unicycle will be supplied to you later.
Today we also bought oranges, the back view of an angry leggy cookie [Picture]
Long-legged Biscuits was still in the hospital, his phone vibrated, he took out the author Da Axi, who was concerned, and posted on Weibo.
Leggy biscuits
What is this called? I feel that the two people I care about in my life, from childhood to Da Axi, the author of this comic, why are the styles of paintings so strange
Besides... Xiaoyao stared at the screen intently, always feeling something strange.
I haven't read the author's Weibo very much for a while, and I haven't been chasing the comics very much. When I was about to scroll down again, Naomi's voice came over.
"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyu he woke up." Naomi said.
"Cleveland!" Xiao Yu repeated his English name in dissatisfaction.
The blush on the child's face has faded, his face is as pure as jade, his long eyelashes are flickering, and he is staring at his brother with blinking blue eyes.
Xiaoyu stretched out his hands with some baby fat to Xiaoyao, as if begging for a hug, and there was a Band-Aid on the back of his hands, covering the eye of the needle that had just been infused.
He said something like "brother, hug" in vague Chinese.
His older sister Naomi told him that this older brother doesn't like listening to English much, so the little guy is not fluent in Chinese.
Xiao Yao looked at this little brother whose eyebrows and eyes were vaguely similar to his own, did not stretch out his hand, and still stood there.
Xiao Yu's small arms were still stretched out in the air, looking at Xiao Yao eagerly, his blue eyes full of desire.
Xiao Yao seemed to have thought of something, sighed imperceptibly, and finally softened his attitude towards this half-brother, bent down and squatted in front of him, picked him up and carried him on his shoulders.
The little guy's expression changed from bad to happy in an instant, and his little eyes were also bright, and he was so happy with English that he didn't know what to say.
No one knew what Xiao Yao was thinking and who he was thinking of.
Only the person who was thought of sneezed.
"Ahie—" Ti Xiao, who was about to take the medicine, sneezed loudly, his hands shook, and the pills rolled into the sofa under the sofa.