"Teacher Qiu, have you made an appointment for lunch?"

Zhong Yue looked up and said that Zhao Lele, who had received him at the beginning, put down the manuscript that had been read for a whole morning and shook his head. In fact, it was not said that he had been reading for a whole morning. It was already 8:30 for the magazine to work, and he came over at nine o'clock, and he was talking to the president. Finally, he went around and went around and started reading the manuscript when he sat in his seat. It was already ten o'clock, and it was only an hour after Zhao Lele called him to have dinner.

Zhao Lele smiled and said, "Then... can you? I mean, Teacher Qiu, can we have a meal with you? We will be colleagues in the future."

Zhong Yue nodded.

Zhao Lele turned around, took a victorious position to the sisters who were peeking at the office area, and immediately turned around, "Teacher Qiu must not be familiar with the environment around the magazine. We will take you to eat the most affordable. We often go there."

Zhong Yue stood up and followed Zhao Lele.

"The black gauze dress on you..."

Zhong Yue wrote some of the most asked questions in daily life on the note in advance and showed them to Zhao Lele.

"Oh, I'm so embarrassed. Then... let's go." She originally thought that Qiu Shan, who was tightly wrapped, was a cold artist, and she disdained to show up in public or felt embarrassed to be an illustrator. Unexpectedly, she dressed up like this because her skin was burned.

"Teacher Qiu, I saw that you had been sitting all morning and didn't write. Is there any idea?"

Zhong Yue shook his head, thinking that he was just watching what these stories were expressing.

However, when Zhao Lele saw Zhong Yue shook his head, he subconsciously thought that Zhong Yue had no idea, so he comforted him: "Teacher Qiu, don't worry. The part-time artist in our magazine was the same. He had to wait until the end of the month to submit the manuscript two days before the end of the month, and the quality was uneven, so the magazine has always wanted to find a few good painters."

Zhong Yue smiled embarrassedly.

At noon, everyone ate beef nearby in a nearby basin of water and white steamed buns. For a southerner like Zhong Yue who has been eating rice all his life, this meal was like a snack. But it was quite comfortable. After all, he hadn't eaten meat for a long time. For Fu Guoqiang's family, paying Zhong Yue's medical expenses in a tight life was already something that Zhong Yue was grateful for. Zhong Yue never said anything about other material conditions, and of course, he couldn't speak.

When I returned to the magazine, it was still lunch break, which was relatively relaxing. Liu Ping and the two presidents were not around, so some of them sat together and chatted, while others were playing with their mobile phones.

Zhong Yue sorted out these manuscripts. This time the theme was childhood memories, and these stories were selected based on this theme, so the illustrations that Zhong Yue wanted to draw should also be closely related to this theme.

He began to prepare to draw the cover. In midsummer, childhood memories. Zhong Yue's pen was dotted on rice paper. The base picture of the magazine cover should naturally be more exquisite and resonated with readers. Zhong Yue considers that the readers of this magazine are all twenty years older, which is actually about the same age as him. On a midsummer night, what is he worth remembering?

The banyan tree by the pond is screaming. Zhong Yue's brushwork is natural and unpretentious. He used to do addition, but now he can do subtraction. Of course, this subtraction is not simply a matter of drawing less or something, but a clean and concise way to consider when using the brush.

After staining and coloring, Zhong Yue clamped a small clip on the long line that had been pulled on the glass window and continued to draw his next small picture.

As for the illustrations, they may be a plot or some scene illustrations. Anyway, Zhong Yue painted them according to what he thought of.

There are more and more illustrations on long lines, and some of them are just a small one, so it only took dozens of minutes to add coloring.

All afternoon, Zhong Yue sat in his seat and created it.

"My God! Qiu... Teacher Qiushan, are these you painted in the afternoon?" Zhao Lele, who was about to go to the bathroom, suddenly glanced at a long list of drawn illustrations at the window, showing a look of surprise.

Zhong Yue nodded and took a sip of herbal tea. He hadn't painted so intently for a long time. In the past two years, he has mostly used ink to activate the meridians and did not focus on calligraphy and painting. In the past year, he was not able to lift his pen and paint.

Liu Ping also heard the noise from the office, thinking that she hadn't drawn anything in the morning, and she had inspiration in just one afternoon, so she walked out of the office to look.

The series of small paintings on the window were like memories, which made the colleagues in the magazine stunned. For some reason, when they saw the pictures drawn by Zhong Yue, they felt that they could really evoke childhood memories.

The painting has a strong intuitive feeling for people, because the world is made up of colors. Zhong Yue just sat in the sun and drank tea, looking old and observing his works, as peaceful as an old man.

Slap sex!

Wang Rui stood beside Liu Ping at some point, and looked at Zhong Yue’s series of works excitedly. “It seems a pity that these works are used as illustrations. They are simply works of art.”

Zhong Yue did not speak, but put the pigment boxes together to prevent the air conditioner from being exposed for a long time due to long-term exposure. These redeemed pigments will not be recyclable like things obtained from the system lottery.

"Mr. Qiu." Wang Rui walked over excitedly.

Zhong Yue also stood up.

"You drew these in one afternoon?"

Zhong Yue nodded.

"It's incredible? Are you a professional painter? It's really rude before."

Zhong Yue shook his head.

"Don't be humble, this way, and don't be probationary. I am very satisfied with this set of illustrations on childhood themes. Editor-in-chief Liu, how do you think you are better than the drawings handed over by Xiao Wang before?"

"I also think that Teacher Qiu's paintings are more appropriate, but they are very artistic. The story abstracts like our "New Reader" do have some artistic illustrations, but they are close to life. This set is quite good."

Wang Rui smiled and said, "Then I decided. Regarding the hiring of Teacher Qiushan, I thought about it carefully and skipped the probation period. From now on, Teacher Qiushan will be the art editor-in-chief of our magazine!"

"Wow, editor-in-chief! Is this the editor-in-chief just now?"

"Congratulations to Teacher Qiu."

"Teacher Qiu, will you treat me?"

Although Wang Rui was talking about the editor-in-chief, Zhong Yue understood that the editor-in-chief had some meaning as a commander. Originally, Wang Rui thought he would have to find at least two art editors, but after seeing Zhong Yue's efficiency and quality, he immediately slapped his thigh and gave the art editor the title of the editor-in-chief.

After all, such talents need to be retained!
Chapter completed!