Chapter 15 Mom, I hate you
In the following time, Meng Zhe drew the original watercolor version of the three light-tone girls in addition to 'Zi Miao and Nakano Zi'.
During theperiod, Meng Zhe was held by my mother Li Guilan and ate a lunch that he didn't know what it tasted like.
After completing the watercolor painting of the four light-tone girls, Meng Zhe directly entered the black and white four-panel time--
But even if you don't continue to draw color pages, you still have to draw the character list. It took Meng Zhe about 15 minutes to draw the portraits of the main characters in the first season of the black-and-white Q version: Wei, Li, Li, Lu, Xiao You (Wei's sister), He (Wei's good friend), Mr. Zuo He (well, this is Mr. Sahezi in the mountain after 'demud bombarding').
Next, it's finally time for dinner... The first chapter of the black and white page drawing is completed! The second black-and-white drawing is completed! The third... When the third picture was drawn, Meng Zhe's mother Li Guilan came again in the form of a great demon king and pulled Meng Zhe's ear to the table for the second time.
"Stinky boy! Mom, I called you five or six times in a row, how dare you not answer? Now I dare to ignore my mother like this. When I grow up, I will definitely marry my daughter-in-law and forget my mother..." At the dinner table, Li Guilan counted Meng Zhe's 'unfilial piety'.
"How is that possible? My mother is the biggest. In the future, even if I marry my daughter-in-law, even if my daughter-in-law looks like a fairy, my favorite must be my mother. The situation was not good. Meng Zhe quickly touched his mouth like honey, but he promised his mother vigorously.
"Stinky boy! How old are you to think about marrying a daughter-in-law? It's as beautiful as a fairy. I don't think there are many ugly people who can like you about your academic performance!" Li Guilan turned the chopsticks in her hand upside down and knocked on Meng Zhe's forehead. Although her mouth still did not let go of poor Meng Zhe, her eyes were almost narrowed with laughter.
"Mom, you also underestimate your son and me! What are the grades in primary school? I, I, I, I have decided. After school starts, I will immediately take the first place in the whole grade of ten or eight, so that you can completely change this sad view!"
Meng Zhe covered his head and looked at his mother innocently. He thought that you can't be so bad. You mentioned marrying a daughter-in-law first, okay?
Of course, Meng Zhe won't say it even if he beats to death. If he says it, he must be looking for it again!
In the first place in the whole grade, but Meng Zhe told the truth - after rework, if he can't even get the first place in the junior high school, won't he lose the people who travel through the crowd?
Moreover, Meng Zhe didn't say this casually. He wanted to use the first-year-old method of the exam in exchange for more discretionary time, and at the same time, his parents' faces could be more glorious.
In the era of exam-oriented education, children's excellent academic performance can always allow parents to get more respect from others. Meng Zhe didn't understand this truth at all at that time, but now he understands it all.
"Son..." Li Guilan looked at Meng Zhe, her eyes full of excitement.
"Mom!" Meng Zhe responded.
I'm just cooperating with my mother. It's definitely not pretending to be cute! Absolutely not!
Li Guilan turned the chopsticks in her hand and knocked on Meng Zhe's forehead again: "Bad boy, let you play such a bad joke with your mother!"
"Mom--!"
Meng Zhe covered his head aggrievedly - there is no reason! If you tell the truth, you will be beaten. Mom, you are also very fascist!
Mom, I hate you...
In order to protest, Meng Zhe ate a large bowl of rice more than usual.
In the whole process, Meng Guozhu, who was supposed to play the role of Yan's father, just said nothing happily.
After helping his mother clean up the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen, Meng Zhe touched his round stomach, shook back to his room step by step, and continued to paint and create.
Meng Zhe, who was immersed in the creation, didn't find that the sky was about to be dark until he couldn't see the lines on the original manuscript paper... He stretched out for a long time, got up and moved slightly for a while. Meng Zhe turned on the lights and continued to fight at night.
He drew a few more pictures. Li Guilan knocked on the door and called Meng Zhe to wash his face and feet to prepare for bed. Meng Zhe put down his brush and got out of the room, but when he came back, he sat down again and devoted himself to the painting again.
"Oh yeah! The original manuscript of the first two words is completed!"
Looking at the thick two stacks of manuscripts with satisfaction, Meng Zhe made a sound of victory, but when he looked up at the alarm clock placed at the head of the bed, the time had quietly reached 3:29 a.m.!
"Wow, how come time flies so fast that I haven't written a single line!" Meng Zhe howled and hurriedly entered the time to write his lines again.
This is also another habit of Meng Zhe. He is used to drawing comics to mark the lines, as well as the font and size of the lines in small words, and then write them after all the other steps are completed - because in this way, it is equivalent to having an additional opportunity to check for typos.
If it is sent to the publishing house or something, Meng Zhe doesn't even need this final step, because the publishing society uses machines to complete the process.
But now, Meng Zhe can only use his right hand to meet this need. Well... This seems to be a little ambiguous and evil?
However, Meng Zhe's basic skills are not covered. The fonts with a little childish fun flowed out of his pen and filled into the line boxes reserved in advance:
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Lv: Huh? Is it a waste department?
Mr. Zuo He: To be precise, the department is about to be abolished. All the members of the previous year have graduated. If no four people join the department this month, the light tone department will be abolished.
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ling: There's nothing I can do about it. Then I'll go to the literature and art department...
lv: Now that there is no one, it means... If I join the department, I will be the minister?!
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Lv: Li, the agreement at that time... Is it a lie? I'm a drummer, and I'm a bass player... And if I make my debut, I'll be paid three or seven points, and I'll be paid seven points.
ling: Don't fabricate it!
(hand knife knocking head)
chou: It seems to be very interesting. Although I can only play the electronic organ, if you don't mind, please let me join in.
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and: What are you muttering about, only?
Only: Ah, Hehe! In fact, I'm thinking about what kind of club to join...
and: Hey?! Haven't you decided yet? It has been two weeks since school started.
Only: However, but... I'm a sports idiot, and I don't know much about the cultural club...
and: Hey--, if it goes on like this, it will become a squat at home!
Only: Ah? Is it just that if you don't participate in community activities, you will become squatting at home?
and: Now think about it, I have never participated in community activities.
(Only: home...home...in...squat...)
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In the middle of the lines, Meng Zhe's double eyelids began to fight. He finally persisted until he finished writing the last word. Meng Zhe got up and walked to the bed with his eyes closed, and then fell straight down...
---split line---
Well, thank you for the reward of phantom children's shoes ~ the first disciple of Kaishan. Well, the wet nurse loves you... Well, it's the doorman who loves you. O(∩_∩)O~
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