Time came to July in a hurry. After the initial freshness passed, Qin Guanglin didn't slack off. In the morning, he brought breakfast and fresh vegetables to Hezhi's residence, and in the evening after work, he went for a run together, and then went back to sleep after a while.
Filling but not boring.
The overall progress of the manga in hand has been half completed. As early as a week ago, he only sketched the line draft, and put the coloring aside in advance, intending to wait until all the drawings are finished.
Because as the understanding gradually deepens, looking back at the previous paintings, you will find many shortcomings. If you color it, you have to overthrow the whole painting and start over, which is too troublesome. However, if you only draw the line draft, it will be much easier to modify the previous storyboard dialogue, character positions, etc., just draw a new one.
After Qin Guanglin finished drawing a chapter, he got up to get a glass of water and came back to drink while looking at the ones he had drawn before.
The progress is obvious, as expected of me.
He drank the water in one gulp, put down the glass and looked carefully.
There is a word called 'stupid beep rate'. The simple explanation is that every time after a period of time, when I look back at my previous self, I will feel that my previous self is very stupid.
For example, if you look through the chats or circles of friends posted a year or two ago, most people will have a kind of: Fuck, is this stupid beep really me? How could you be so hypocritical? What the hell was going through my mind
To put it bluntly, the silly beep rate is a growth rate. The shorter the period of this rate, the faster the growth. If you don’t have this idea after three to five years—it’s probably hopeless.
Qin Guanglin didn't exaggerate to the point that every day he felt that the previous day's works were childish, but after nearly a month, when he looked at the ones he drew when he first started painting, he found several flaws.
This scene is too flowery, that character is too dense, eh, this front doesn't feel at all, it's time to draw a back view...
The more you learn, the more questions you have.
Taking out a pen and paper to summarize the problems, he got up and knocked on the door of the office.
"Enter."
Chen Rui was sitting at his desk writing and drawing when he saw Qin Guanglin come in and put down his pen and sat up straight, "What's wrong?"
"I have a few questions to ask. I don't know if it's convenient." Qin Guanglin smiled and sat down. He has come to ask several times. Chen Rui is not bad, and he answered very detailed every time.
"Come on, I'm fine anyway." Chen Rui got up and poured a glass of water from a paper cup and pushed it over, "At your speed, I won't have anything to answer in a year."
He was not surprised at Qin Guanglin's speed of progress.
With a solid foundation, painting is easy for Qin Guanglin. The main problem is not with the pen, but with the paper.
In the past, he used one painting to contain multiple elements and stories, but now he uses hundreds or even thousands of paintings to tell a good story. This is the problem.
"There are places where I don't know how to show it, and I always feel that something is wrong, like here..."
Qin Guanglin opened the booklet, pushed it over and pointed it out to him, "It's easy to express in words, but it doesn't feel right to draw."
"Um… "
Chen Rui pondered for a while after reading what Qin Guanglin pointed out, "Have you tried Yuanjing?"
"Tried."
"Then we have no choice but to skip it." Chen Rui spread his hands, "Skip over these details when they should be skipped, don't get entangled, although the drawing is better, but the text and the picture are different after all."
Qin Guanglin thought for a while, nodded and said, "All right."
Words have the advantages of words, and pictures also have the advantages of pictures, which cannot be forced.
"and this… "
…
Outside.
Sun Wen finished his coloring work, and started to practice painting with a brush.
He didn't go to the cleaning bar that night. He found a single room and rented it last weekend. He didn't have to endure the meowing of cats every day, and his spirit improved a lot.
I haven't touched fish for more than half a month. Apart from painting, I will continue to study after returning home. Qin Guanglin is amazed that he seems to be more energetic than Yu Le.
This is the power of lovelorn
Faced with Qin Guanglin's question, Sun Wen just smiled, and ran over to ask Qin Guanglin if he didn't understand anything. He and Yu Le were almost like brothers.
"Where's Lin Zi?" He raised his head after drawing for a while, but didn't see Qin Guanglin at a glance, and asked Yu Le next to him.
"Brother Lin is in the office, he's been in for a long time." Yu Le saw Qin Guanglin go in just now, "I guess I'm going to ask something again."
The boss is indeed a boss, no matter how powerful he is, he still works so hard.
He couldn't help thinking of a sentence: Others are so good that they are working hard, so what's the point of your hard work
This poisonous chicken soup only poisoned Yu Le for a short while, and he had already adjusted his mentality.
The two are not in a competitive relationship, the stronger the boss, the more he can learn as a rookie.
"Oh." Sun Wen nodded, glanced at the door of the office, pondered for a while and laughed: "Does it feel like when you were in school?" He pointed to the door of the office, "Lin Zi is a class representative, ran in to ask questions, Come out and teach us after asking."
"Uh... When I was in school, I never asked the class representative any questions, and I rarely asked the teacher." Yu Le scratched his head, unable to understand his feelings.
"Tsk, scumbag."
"Hey hey."
Yu Le looked at the office, "The atmosphere is pretty good now, if it continues like this..." He thought for a while, then looked at Sun Wen hesitantly, "Brother Wen, you really don't think about..."
"Go." Sun Wen interrupted him with a frown, and looked around, "Don't say that."
"..." Yu Le closed his mouth obediently, leaned over and continued to draw his own picture.
…
in the office.
Listening to Chen Rui's talk, Qin Guanglin nodded his head from time to time. He had to say that Chen Rui was really professional in this area, and he didn't hide his secrets. He said what he had to say.
"Then if I have a better idea when I draw it, can I change the plot a little bit?"
"It's best not to." Chen Rui shook his head, "If you draw it yourself, you can modify it however you want, but this story has another author, and he is the original one."
"Okay." Qin Guanglin just asked casually, and hasn't thought about changing anything yet.
"Respect the original." Chen Rui did not skip this topic, but continued: "After all, no one knows what he was thinking when he wrote the story. In your opinion, what can be improved, maybe he himself I know, but it was designed this way for some reason, such as because of a certain complex, feeling, or sustenance, experience... No one can tell, only he himself knows, which ones are written for himself."
"It makes sense..." Qin Guanglin nodded, and then asked in doubt: "But it's more important for readers to see a more refined story than to write it for himself?"
"What is delicacy?" Chen Rui asked.
"Uh..." Qin Guanglin got stuck.
"Sometimes it's the things you write for yourself that really attract readers." Chen Rui smiled, "Because creation often has personal characteristics and ideas to attract people with the same hobbies. …Although the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, arts such as literature, painting, music, and poetry can resonate with people’s emotions, and in my opinion, this is where the charm of comics lies.”
"Is that so?" Qin Guanglin faintly felt that something was wrong, but 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.
"wait."
Qin Guanglin thought for a while, and finally figured out what was wrong, "Isn't the ultimate goal to make money? If it runs counter to the current market mainstream, it definitely won't work, and readers' tastes should be the main focus..."
"That's right, but not all right." Chen Rui tapped his fingers on the table, looked at him and asked, "What will happen if everyone caters to the mainstream readers and draws 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 you tired?"
"I can't..."
"It's not like this has never happened in other industries." Chen Rui smiled and waved his hands, "It's true that readers are God, but we must be firm atheists." He paused, and continued: "Can you cater to You can’t cater for the rest of your life, readers’ tastes will change at any time, and the mainstream trend will change at any time. Only by satisfying yourself first and conquering others with your own characteristics can you make a real boutique—manga can flourish, instead of playing the same routine with another skin .”
"Well... makes sense."
Qin Guanglin felt that Chen Rui was starting his secondary school again, put away the booklet and got up from his seat, "I'm going to get busy first."
Let a hundred flowers bloom... that's an industry thing.
He doesn't want to bloom, he just wants to make money.
"Think about it carefully, I hope you can have your own style." Chen Rui turned half a circle on the seat and turned his head to look out the window.
If in order to make money, he can earn fast and steady income by using computer templates to make third-rate comics, why should he insist on hand-painting.
But what's the point of doing those fast food works for making money
boring.
The meaning of life is not to make money.
Qin Guanglin returned to his seat, and instead of rushing to pick up a brush to draw, he flipped through the unfinished works again.
Reflect, ponder, digest.
What should be changed, if I don’t know how to change it, mark it, and when I change it later, it’s time to get off work before I know it.
"It's off work. Goodbye, boss." Jiang Lingling walked past Qin Guanglin's place with her bag on her back, took two steps and stopped, "Is boss free on weekends?"
"No time, busy." Qin Guanglin waved his hand, "Goodbye."
"All right."
Jiang Lingling nodded, smiled inexplicably, said nothing more, and walked lightly outside the company.
After packing up, Qin Guanglin saw that Sun Wen was still busy on his seat, and leaned over to take a look, "Working overtime again?"
"No more." Sun Wen finished the last stroke, put down the pen and began to pack things, "It's the same when I go home to draw, and you can help me take a look and give me pointers when Monday comes."
"I said that if you don't do the coloring work, what do you have to paint?" Qin Guanglin wondered, "What stimulated you? It can't be about the breakup, right?"
"Hey, idle is also idle, study."
Sun Wen was so perfunctory every time, and Qin Guanglin didn't bother to ask why, "Are you bored at home painting on weekends?"
"Otherwise, what else can we do?" Sun Wen asked back, and then slapped his head, "By the way, Yu Fei got married on Sunday, so what should we do together?"
"Let's go there together. I'm not familiar with the place he ordered, so don't go the wrong way."
"Okay, when the time comes, I... gather at Xiao Yu's house, and the three of us will go there together." Sun Wen nodded.
After setting the itinerary in a few words, the two went downstairs to the bus stop. Qin Guanglin's car arrived first, he said hello to get on the car and put in coins, and went to the back row to sit down.
It was the first time to participate in a wedding of his peers, and he had a subtle feeling in his heart... It was really time to get married. A few years ago, talking and joking at school seemed like yesterday. In the blink of an eye, he was about to start a family.
That boy Yu Fei used to hold a basketball every day. In the summer, other people didn't think it was too hot to play, but he was shooting basketball on the playground against the sun, just like a fool.
I don't know if getting married will change anything.
All the way back to the intersection near my home by car, when I got out of the car, I heard the ghost screaming of Little Pang Duner, who was running around and howling with Aunt Li's black cat in his arms.
"What's the ghost's name?" Qin Guanglin picked out his ears, the bear's cry was really disturbing.
"Big Heitan's super-changing form!" Little Fatty pointed at Qin Guanglin holding the black cat, "Brother Lin, you surrender, or my second-level cannon..."
"What a mess, don't go back to eat, be careful your mother beats you."
"I've eaten it." Little Fatty followed Qin Guanglin with the cat, "Brother Lin, can you help me draw a big black charcoal of Iron Armored Little Treasure?"
"cannot."
"Brother Lin, why don't you draw a picture for me..."
"Draw it yourself." Qin Guanglin copied his pocket and walked home, "Just now you asked me to surrender, what a fart."
"I made a mistake, Brother Lin, just help me draw~" The chubby dun'er followed behind Qin Guanglin reluctantly.
"Homework assigned by the teacher?"
"No, I just want to..."
"What the hell, hurry home." Qin Guanglin waved his hand, "Did you finish your homework?"
"It's summer vacation, there are still so many days left, don't worry." The chubby raised his head confidently, looking at Qin Guanglin with some complacency, "Your Excellency, you don't have summer vacation, do you?"
"What if there is no summer vacation?"
"I have, two months, a little bit~" He stuck out his tongue a few times, as revenge for Qin Guanglin's failure to help him paint, and ran away with the cat in his arms.
"..."
Today's chapter is a long chapter.
I have to reason
(end of this chapter)