"Stop following me...I see you, stop hiding." On the street, the young man holding the drawing board turned around and said helplessly.
Behind the trash can on the street, the Tutu dog's tail drooped on the ground with green paint.
"It's you, come out quickly." The young man said helplessly again.
Um~are you talking about me?
The Tutu dog quietly hid behind the trash can, wagging its tail uneasily, and finally tentatively poked its head out.
As soon as I showed my head, I saw the helpless look in the young man's eyes.
Hmm! Found out!
Tutu Dog came out a little embarrassed.
"You, stop following me, my mother will be angry when she sees you." The young man said gently.
It was the first time for him to see such a magical genetic creature. Not only could he understand what he said, but he was also very interested in his works.
He is a cartoonist, and his activity every morning is to go to the lake to sketch, and then start creating cartoons after returning home.
Every morning sketching brings him new inspiration, and he has been doing this for almost five years.
After graduation, he had great ambitions to become a cartoonist. He originally thought that as long as he wrote the stories in his mind, he would be recognized by others.
But reality gave him a head-on blow, and almost no one paid attention to his works.
He has had low self-esteem and doubted himself, but today, he has been recognized by others, even if it is a genetic creature.
He also likes Tutu dogs very much. Who wouldn’t like to recognize their own genetic creatures?
He also had the idea of adopting a Tutu dog, but he lived with his mother.
And my mother really doesn't like small animals.
If I take Tutu back, my mother will definitely be angry.
However, when he saw Tutu Dog's eyes of admiration from the bottom of his heart, he hesitated.
Maybe, he should try it?
He took a few tentative steps, but found that Tutu Dog didn't even hide anymore and directly followed his footsteps.
"You want to go home with me?" he asked.
Tutu Dog stared directly at the young man and nodded.
He frowned and thought about it for a long time, and his whole face was almost wrinkled together.
After a long while, he took a long breath and said, "Okay! But you must follow me closely and don't make any noise. Don't let my mother find out."
Tutu Dog nodded happily and slid its tail leaving a red mark on the ground.
"What a miraculous ability! Are you really a genetic creature?" The young man stared at Tutu Dog's tail and praised him repeatedly.
Suddenly a guess came to his mind.
With such a high IQ and unique abilities, he couldn't be an elf, right?
Then he smiled and shook his head, throwing the speculation behind him.
How could it be an elf? If it were an elf, the Red and White Company would definitely protect it. How could it be encountered by him?
Let's check the information when we get home.
Thinking of this, he took steps forward, and Tutu Dog followed obediently behind him.
...
My mother is basically not at home at this point. Since her comics have never improved, my mother has also found a job in a supermarket.
However, for the sake of safety, he was very careful to keep the dog far away.
Bang. He opened the door carefully, made sure no one was home, and waved to the Tutu dog who was watching from a distance.
One person and one elf immediately walked into the home and closed the door.
The young man's home is an ordinary small apartment, with two bedrooms and one living room. The space is not large, but it is very warmly decorated.
The young man took a sip of tea and returned to the room with Tutu.
His room is a single room, with various comic wallpapers on the walls.
Tutu Dog's eyes were filled with stars. He stuck out his little tongue and carefully looked at the pictures on the wall, and the paint on his tail was shaking.
The young man had quick eyesight and quick hands to catch the paint with white paper.
After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What kind of creature are you? Your tail is like a paintbrush."
The Tutu dog looked cute to the young man.
His life experience in the breeding area taught him that there is nothing wrong with being cute when faced with trouble.
"Oh, I'm really impressed with you. You have to control it and don't smear the paint into my room, otherwise it will be terrible if my mother finds out." The young man ordered.
"Doroo!" Tutu Dog nodded, and then carefully put its tail on the white paper.
"Then let me introduce myself. My name is Gu Cheng, and I am a successful cartoonist in the future!" Gu Cheng smiled and stretched out his hand.
"Doru. (I am Tutu Dog, a successful cartoonist in the future, too)" Tutu Dog put its snow-white paws on Gu Cheng's hand.
"You actually understand." Gu Cheng kept speechless, and then sat in front of the computer.
Tutu Dog followed curiously.
He couldn't wait to learn Gu Cheng's comic skills.
Gu Cheng turned on his computer and logged into the search engine. After thinking for a while, he entered 'canine genetic creature with a paintbrush tail'.
The computer immediately responded with many messages popping up.
But these news are only about canine genetic creatures.
"There is no relevant information." Gu Cheng frowned and scrolled the mouse.
"Will the tail drip paint?" He typed on the keyboard again.
"Not at all!!" He said in surprise.
Then he looked at Tutu Dog, with doubts in his eyes, and said to himself: "Is it really a new breed?"
Tutu Dog pretended to be innocent and looked at Gu Cheng. His high IQ made him feel a sense of crisis.
So he started to grab Gu Cheng's arm and act coquettishly, signaling Gu Cheng to paint quickly.
"Okay, okay! Got it."
Sure enough, under the influence of Tutu Dog's coquettishness, Gu Cheng put his doubts aside, immediately spread the white paper on the table and took out a pencil.
"Doroo!" Tutu Dog looked at the pencil fondly, stood on the chair next to Gu Cheng, looked intently at the white paper on the table, waiting for Gu Cheng to draw.
Gu Cheng smiled slightly, moved his wrist slightly, and explained to Tutu Dog while he was drawing.
Didi didi.
An email came from the computer at this time, and Gu Cheng immediately opened it happily, with expectation in his eyes.
But soon, the expectation in my eyes was replaced by disappointment.
"Did you still fail?" He lowered his head, his eyes dim.
After several failures, this time his drawing didn't even pass the review.
The comics industry in China is really very difficult.
In addition, his own strength is above average at best, so it is normal for him to fall into the street.
But he is not willing to give in!
Gu Cheng looked at the Tutu dog next to him and suddenly had a hint of inspiration.
His right hand immediately started writing and drawing on the paper.
In a moment, a cute and smart puppy appeared on the paper, and the title "My dog can draw" was written on the top of the paper.
Tutu Dog stared at the vivid 'self' on the paper with wide eyes, feeling incredible, even magical.