Time rushed to Friday.
Why not say that she wants to run with her, but she hasn't run once. According to her words, she will wait until she moves here before running together.
Qin Guanglin didn't have much motivation by himself. When he was interested, he ran two more laps. When he felt tired, he walked around his house to take a photo and send it to him. Teacher He didn't care when he saw it. .
"Hurry up and practice at my place, Lin Zi." Seeing Qin Guanglin burying his head in tinkering with the booklet these days, Sun Wen felt a little uncertain, "Don't ask for leave in a couple of days and you'll be in trouble if you can't stand it."
"Do not worry."
Qin Guanglin held the pen instead and dabbed slowly on the drawing board. He was not drawing fast. So far, he only had three pages. He has been intentionally imitating Chen Rui's painting method.
"Anyway, if you mess it up when the time comes, draw another one." Sun Wen rubbed his chin and looked at his drawing board for a moment, then turned back to his place, "It doesn't matter to you, as long as I have fun."
"Don't forget to buy more incense and pay homage. It's best to visit all the temples on the mountain. Maybe those gods will be merciful, and a spell will make you two harmonious and happy."
"Worship all over again? I'm fine."
"Tsk, how do you talk? Is there something wrong with praying all over again?"
"Huh?" Sun Wen looked at him suspiciously, "What? You prayed all of them?"
Seeing that Qin Guanglin didn't speak, his expression suddenly became exaggerated, "Isn't it?! When did you become so mentally retarded, Lin Zi?"
"Go, you know what a fart."
Qin Guanglin shrugged his shoulders, the idea of fooling Sun Wen into kneeling for a whole day was futile.
Tsk, no wonder they quarrel every day and are not sincere at all.
"If you want to burn incense, you will also burn it for Yuelao. That girl Cuihua in the daytime is unreliable." Sun Wen moved his thick eyebrows a few times, making a grimace, "Cuihua, tsk, Cuihua, this girl Isn't she the little girl next door in the village? Wearing a ripped cotton jacket with a runny nose..."
"Go away, disgusting or not, hurry up and do your thing."
Qin Guanglin didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he stopped writing and picked up the booklet to study the storyboard.
It’s very simple to read other people’s comics, just draw the characters and tell the story. When I really got started, I realized that there are so many things in it. The story is in the head, but if you want to draw it, you have to think about which angle, which scene, and the profile. Front view, close-up or distant view.
The more detailed things are, the more difficult it is, not to mention the need to create a three-dimensional effect, and the shadow and light source must be considered, which is far beyond the comparison of those four-panel paintings.
"Boss, take a break and have a cup of milk tea." Jiang Lingling reached out and handed over a cup of milk tea to put on the table.
Qin Guanglin looked up, there was no one else, it was not the afternoon tea invited by Chen Rui, "You bought it?"
"Well, the popularity of the third issue has dropped a bit, but it's still good. The series has stabilized." Jiang Lingling smiled sweetly, "Thank you."
"Okay." Qin Guanglin didn't refuse. If she didn't ask her to thank her, she would definitely be in trouble, so he just plugged in a straw and started drinking.
Sweet and greasy pearl milk tea, the pearls have to be chewed twice... He regretted it after taking a sip, and he would have given it to Sun Wen to drink.
As if nothing had happened, he put the milk tea in the corner of the table. Qin Guanglin was about to continue working when he found Jiang Lingling standing beside him motionless, as if hesitating to speak.
"Speak up if you have something to say."
"That..." Jiang Lingling hesitated, "Although the popularity of the third issue is not bad, I have found that there are many similar types on the Internet in the past few days. It seems that they are imitating ours..."
"It's normal." Qin Guanglin knew it would be like this from the very beginning. It's okay if it doesn't become popular, but once it becomes popular, there will be followers, "Didn't you say it last time? The core of this comic is creativity. Anyone who has learned how to draw for a few days can do it."
"I just want to ask, is there any way to improve it?" Jiang Lingling looked at him expectantly, "For example... more things that other people don't have."
"How can it be?"
Qin Guanglin smiled and shook his head, "The ceiling is there. If you draw complicated things, you will lose the original things." He paused, "This comic is like this. If you want to do it well, you can only use the amount of updates and the creativity of the story to suppress it." over others."
"How could this happen..." Jiang Lingling's face collapsed, and she sighed in disappointment, "Is there no way to stop others from imitating it?"
"The simpler something is, the easier it is to be imitated." Qin Guanglin pointed to his drawing board, "If you draw something like this, no one will imitate it."
"It's too difficult, I can't."
She shook her head, and looked at his drawing board enviously, "What if someone imitates you?"
"No, people without certain strength can't imitate it even if they want to. People with such strength have already had their own style, why should they learn from others?"
He is also just getting in touch with Chen Rui's style to paint. After he is familiar with it, he must explore the style that suits him.
"... I'll try to update it." Jiang Lingling sat down in her seat with a painful expression on her face and began to code... Pooh, started to draw.
The boss is right, creativity and painting style can follow suit, but technology cannot be imitated.
What if you turn someone else's technology into your own
She sat on the chair and bit the tip of her pen, and secretly glanced at Qin Guanglin.
Unknowingly, when it was off-duty time, Qin Guanglin stretched his waist, cleaned up the table, and pretended to be carrying milk tea to go out to throw it away—he couldn't get used to this high-sugar, sweet drink.
"Boss, you haven't finished your drink yet? Don't you like it?"
"No, I like it very much." He waved his hand, "I'm off work, bye."
"Are you free on the weekend?" Jiang Lingling hurriedly asked when he saw him go out.
"No time, busy."
Qin Guanglin replied very simply, "I have already invited milk tea, so there is no need for rice."
Nothing can delay him helping Mr. He move, which is the top priority.
Jiang Lingling didn't give up, "Big brother, what are you busy with? Maybe I can help?"
"Hey." Qin Guanglin smiled at her, "Busy with my girlfriend."
"Let's go, goodbye." Without waiting for Sun Wen, he walked outside without stopping.
"..."
"Lin Zi, you didn't wait for me!" Sun Wen spent too long fishing in the afternoon, and now he still has a little work to do.
Jiang Lingling sighed and was about to go out, when she heard Sun Wen's call, she turned around and came to his desk, "Brother Wen?"
"What's wrong?"
"I want to ask something..."
"Ask what?" Seeing her hesitation, Sun Wen was a little curious, "Quickly tell me."
"Does the boss really have a girlfriend?" She was skeptical about this matter, how could this dead straight man find a girlfriend
"Boss?"
Sun Wen was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was referring to Qin Guanglin, "He, yes, what do you want?" He looked at Jiang Lingling suspiciously, "Did you see him?"
"No, how can there be." Jiang Lingling laughed and denied, "I'll just ask, he doesn't seem to have a girlfriend on weekdays... I'll go first, Brother Wen."
"Well, let's go." Sun Wen nodded.
"Oh, that's right." She stopped again, "Is the boss and his girlfriend in a long-distance relationship?"
"No, his girlfriend is studying at the University of Los Angeles and hasn't graduated yet." Sun Wen raised his eyes to look at her, "You girl...do you really like him?"
"No, just gossip, goodbye." Jiang Lingling walked outside the company with a fluffy bag on her back.
It turned out to be a student girl who hadn't graduated yet...
"Come on, look after you."
Sun Wen looked at her back and smacked his lips. The kid fell in love with the little girl without making a sound
How strange.
(end of this chapter)