Techniques are often only understood, not written in words.

Anyone can pick out any problem, and even outsiders can see it at a glance, but when there is no problem, the rest depends on personal performance.

Everyone has different understandings, different things in their bones, and different things drawn.

Imitation can only obtain its shape, but not its charm.

Qin Guanglin took a lot of effort to get Sun Wen away from him. It was not that he didn't want to teach him, but that he couldn't teach him.

He himself was imitating Chen Rui's style, trying to figure out Chen Rui's brushstrokes from the details, and then find a style that suits him.

Just like practicing calligraphy, he first imitated the copybooks of famous artists for two years. Although the analogy between Chen Rui and famous artists is a bit inappropriate, as far as comics are concerned, he is undoubtedly very professional.

The kumquats and lemons in his hand were slowly drunk, making a squeaking sound. Qin Guanglin threw the empty cup into the trash can and wiped his hands with a tissue to continue working.

"Why are you still here?" He drew twice and stopped his pen and looked at Jiang Lingling.

"See the demeanor of the boss." Jiang Lingling shook the unfinished pearl milk tea in her hand, "I will work after I finish drinking it."

Qin Guanglin shook his head without saying anything.

He can't learn it just by looking at it. He has said this several times, so he is too lazy to say it again.

"Boss, your phone seems to be shocked."

After a moment, Jiang Lingling pointed to the cell phone on the table to remind him.

"Oh, thank you." Qin Guanglin rubbed the painting board a few more times before picking up his phone and opening it to see what was wrong with sending the message.

"I'll go to your house tonight for a meal."

Without hesitation, he pressed the keyboard and replied, "Okay, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"It's good to be light."

"receive."

Why did you know that he was at work and didn't say anything more. Qin Guanglin put down his cell phone and thought about the recipe for the evening, then picked up his pen and started drawing.

After drawing a few times, he stopped moving again, tilted his head and thought for a while.

Why not sleep at home for a day yesterday?

I'll come here to have dinner tonight.

It seems... I had a stomachache last month when it was 520?

Calculate the time, it is very likely that the thing has come again, no wonder he looked listless yesterday.

The case has been solved.

Qin Sherlock Holmes Guanglin was excited and he didn't have to run anymore at night!

Even if he doesn't want to run by himself, he can find a place to get up and fight for the landlords before going back.

Thanks to the Creator... No, I don't know if she still feels painful, Qin Guanglin picked up his phone and sent her a message.

"Does your stomach hurt?"

"How do you know?" He Dian was a little surprised.

"Of course I know you well." Qin Guanglin smiled proudly.

I checked this thing on the computer for several days last month, but it would be strange if I don’t know. As soon as I come, I will feel sore back, tired and sleepy, and easily excited.

Well, I didn't see it when I was irritated, I only saw it was a little tired.

"I'm very careful, I'll have a mysterious surprise when you come back."

Why not send him a message stunned, a mysterious surprise? What is that?

"What mysterious surprise?" Qin Guanglin couldn't help asking.

"Everyone said it was a mysterious surprise and asked, can it still be called mysterious if you told me?" Why not add a rolling expression on the back to express contempt.

"Okay."

"Looking forward?"

"expect."

"Then come back early after get off work."

"good."

Qin Guanglin took his cell phone and read the sentence "Come back early after get off work" several times, and couldn't help but smile.

It seems like living together.

A little subtle sense of happiness.

Putting his phone aside to continue working, his work efficiency instantly improved a lot. He drew the rest of today and packed up his things early and waited for time to get off work.

At five o'clock, Qin Guanglin immediately stood up and greeted Sun Wen, "Get off work and leave."

"You go first, I have to stay for a while." Sun Yat-sen was still busy with his brush, "Teacher overtime."

"work overtime?"

Qin Guanglin felt inexplicably, when will this company need to work overtime?

He leaned over and looked at it. Sun Yat-sen did not color it, but instead drew the line on the paper. He didn't ask any more, "Then I'll leave first."

"Yeah, go." Sun Wen nodded.

If you go back alone, you have nothing to do, and you are idle, so it is better to stay here for a while.

Qin Guanglin took the bus for half an hour, got off the bus and returned home a little faster. As soon as he opened the door, he saw that he might as well talk to Qin's mother at the table.

Qin's mother was holding a magnifying glass in one hand and a solid wood paperweight in the other. She was explaining something in front of him, and she kept nodding from the side. When she heard Qin Guanglin coming in, the two of them turned to look at each other.

"Go to cook." Qin's mother raised her head toward the kitchen and continued to look at her baby paperweight.

"I've bought the vegetables in the kitchen." He Dian said, and continued to murmur with Qin Ma.

“…”

Qin Guanglin looked at them, and his spine became cold inexplicably.

What's going on with such a natural look?

He put down his bag half joy and half sadly, went to the kitchen to wash his hands and started picking and making dishes. When he washed all the vegetables and was about to cut them, why not end the chat with Qin Ma, and slowly swayed over and leaned against the door frame and watched him smile.

"What are you laughing at?" Qin Guanglin couldn't help asking.

"You look so charming when cooking." Why don't you have curved eyes and shake your body gently to watch him continue to laugh, "I'm a slut."

"……mom."

Qin Guanglin looked behind her and shouted.

He Dian was startled and turned his head subconsciously, and saw nothing. Qin Ma had just returned to the bedroom and had not come out yet.

"It's skinny, right?" She turned around and glared at Qin Guanglin fiercely.

"I thought you weren't afraid." Qin Guanglin laughed secretly, "It's okay, the door will ring when she comes out, and you will continue to be crazy."

"What kind of flowers are spent? I am the supervisor, supervising you to work hard."

"that……"

Qin Guanglin cut the vegetables and thought, "I won't be the one who cooks the dishes in the future, right?"

Just now, I looked at them and it seemed like they were going to be in this rhythm, which is not possible.

"You want to fry it every day, but no one wants to eat it every day." Why wrinkle your nose.

Qin Guanglin breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good..."

"At most, six and a half days a week, twenty-eight days a month is enough."

“…Is this different from doing it every day?”

"Don't you want to do it?" Why don't you smile when you see him with a bitter face? This fool is still serious.

"I want to eat the dishes you cook more."

"Then you cut it later and I'll fry it."

"No, as long as you don't discuss it and let me do it every day." Qin Guanglin felt something was wrong when he saw them joining together and muttering, and he didn't know why.

"By the way, what about the mysterious surprise?" He suddenly remembered this, "Let me see how mysterious it is."

"A surprise?" Why laughed strangely, "You have to go to my side to show you."
Chapter completed!