The private office environment Qiu Yuan assigned to Lin Wanxiang was even several times better than the public office downstairs.
After all, the company's decoration team is Lin Wanqiu, a maniac who dotes on his sister... Qiu Yuan even suspected that Lin Wanqiu cut corners on his own office and used it to decorate her sister's workspace.
Lin Wanxiang sat in front of the computer as usual today, holding a mouse tablet and pen...somewhat clumsily using computer drawing software to draw the original painting.
Lin Wanxiang is an absolute traditionalist in painting, so traditional that it is a bit pedantic. Even Lin Wanxiang's teacher Professor Liu found it unbelievable.
The reason is that Lin Wanxiang doesn't like to use hand-painted tablets to create various creations on the computer.
Among contemporary college students studying art, there are actually very few who really want to be artists, and most of them pursue commercial creation.
Commercial creation, drawing tablets and drawing using computer drawing software are compulsory courses.
But it's a pity that Lin Wanxiang has never learned it, and she doesn't want to learn it...
In her concept, painting is a very sacred thing. The preparation of paint and the touch of the brush on paper are all very important components of painting for Wanxiang.
When she was drawing by hand, she couldn't feel the brush touching the paper, and the color adjustment turned into a digital code... making it impossible for Lin Wanxiang to adjust the color she wanted most.
So creating on the computer is actually a kind of torture for Lin Wanxiang.
But she persisted, she had to persist, and now she must contribute to Qiu Yuan's dream.
Although it is feasible to use a drawing board to create commercial game original paintings, there are still many troubles, such as the modification of the original paintings and the resolution of the original paintings, which are all uncontrollable.
"Undo...brush..."
Lin Wanxiang was like a child who had just learned to draw, sketching the lines of the character on the drawing software with some difficulty.
But she didn't know where she clicked, and the lines she drew turned into strange fallen leaves.
Lin Wanqiu also hired someone to teach her how to use this drawing software, but Lin Wanxiang had a natural insensitivity to this kind of electronic equipment.
Literary creation and painting creation are things that are easy to understand once they are transferred to electronic devices, which makes Wanxiang's head dizzy.
When Wanxiang struggled to find the position to change the brush... her mouse suddenly started to move on its own.
"Mouse...Qiuyuan?"
It wasn't the mouse that was moving by itself, but Qiu Yuan who didn't know when he had arrived behind her, holding the mouse and adjusting the brush to what Lin Wanxiang wanted.
Lin Wanxiang was a little happy when she turned around and saw Qiu Yuan...Qiu Yuan's attention was on Lin Wanxiang's creation.
"Sun Shangxiang? The line drawing alone is so exciting... As expected, few people of your age can compare with you in terms of painting."
Qiu Yuan looked at Sun Shangxiang, who had only drawn a line sketch on the screen, and the overall movement and composition of the character had been determined.
Although it is just a line drawing, you can already see that the entire composition is full of tension and filled with a heroic spirit that is about to overflow from the screen.
"I haven't finished the painting yet...there are still many parts that I don't understand yet."
Lin Wanxiang was not satisfied with her creation. Not only was she dissatisfied, but she was also a little ashamed. She was so ashamed that she covered half of her face with a drawing board and only exposed her eyes to secretly look at Qiu Yuan.
Wanxiang's feeling now is probably the same as that of a primary school student who was discovered by the teacher before she finished writing her essay.
"Want to paint together?"
Qiu Yuan found a chair and sat next to Wan Xiang, but the distance was so close that Wan Xiang was not used to it.
Wanxiang was a little unaccustomed to it and made a promise to the side at first, but she quickly realized that the person sitting next to her was Qiu Yuan!
Then she returned the promise a little shyly, and moved closer to Qiu Yuan as if she was a little dissatisfied. She didn't stop until her shoulders were tightly against Qiu Yuan.
It's a bit crowded, Miss Wanxiang.
"So you do?"
"What do you want?" Wanxiang's heartbeat was a little faster now, and her attention was all on Qiu Yuan.
"I will complete this painting with you." Qiu Yuan also tugged on the hand-painted tablet held in Wanxiang's hand while speaking.
But it was Wanxiang's instinct as a painter that resisted Qiu Yuan's taking away her food.
"I'll leave if you don't want to," Qiu Yuan threatened jokingly.
"Ah...ok...ok."
Wanxiang took a moment to react, and then she pushed the hand-drawn tablet and brush onto Qiu Yuan's hand.
"There's no need to be in such a hurry. I have a lot of free time today. I should be able to finish painting this Sun Shangxiang with you."
After taking over the hand-painted tablet, Qiu Yuan directly activated the 'perfect painting creation' function that he had not used for a long time.
"Xiao Wan, what feeling do you want to paint? Or what kind of scene is this Sun Shangxiang in? I think your composition seems to be drawing a sword."
"Date..." Wanxiang said to Qiu Yuan in a very small voice, "That was when I first met Liu Bei."
"Why do you have to draw your sword during a blind date?"
"There's a bit of a dispute."
"Is there a story? Okay, I probably know what it feels like." Qiu Yuan took a hand-drawn tablet and drew on the composition and line draft made by Lin Wanxiang, and began to add some details. "Is this what it feels like?"
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"It's a bit close, but I think the style of the sword can be changed."
Wanxiang showed no mercy when it came to her professional field, even when facing Qiu Yuan. Qiu Yuan was holding a hand-drawing board and drawing non-stop beside her.
Wanxiang would occasionally put forward some of her own opinions and ideas. If she couldn't describe them in words, she would just grab the brush and paint them herself.
Perhaps thanks to his perfect painting ability, Qiu Yuan can always quickly figure out what effect Wanxiang wants, and Wanxiang can also paint an effect that makes Qiu Yuan very satisfied.
This may be the most enjoyable period of creation since Wanxiang started learning painting. Even the lines outlined by Qiuyuan's painting are a beautiful enjoyment in Wanxiang's eyes.
It's like watching a live painting of someone you admire.
In this way, Qiu Yuan and Wan Xiang kept tossing until late at night. When the clock struck zero o'clock, the original painting of Sun Shangxiang, who was full of courage and heroic spirit, was fixed on the drawing software.
"I feel like this may be the way we get along after we get married."
Qiu Yuan stretched out a long way and said something that made Wan Xiang's paintbrush fall to the ground.
"There's no need to be so surprised." Qiu Yuan picked up the paintbrush that fell on the ground and handed it to Wanxiang again.
"I... haven't thought about it yet, why did I suddenly... say this." Wanxiang once again covered half of her face with the drawing board. She was still immersed in the comfort of communicating with Qiu Yuan just now.
That's right, if I had to use any word to describe the feeling of being together with Qiu Yuan, it would be comfort.
Wanxiang's ability in the field of painting is already far beyond that of ordinary people, but Qiu Yuan can easily catch up with her, and even slightly surpasses her.
This is the same feeling as when Wanxiang and Qiu Yuan played Flying Flower Order in the library.
It feels very comfortable, just like lying on a soft bed enjoying the afternoon sunshine.
Lin Wanxiang was obsessed with this feeling of being with Qiu Yuan, very obsessed with it.
"We have to face it, and there is something I want to confess to you, Xiaowan."
Qiu Yuan's sudden serious tone pulled Lin Wanxiang out of her shy mood. She put down her drawing board and looked at Qiu Yuan with a slight frown on her brows.
"Is it...about the thing between me and you, or...about other girls?" Lin Wanxiang asked cautiously. If it was the latter, she might not want to hear it.
"The matter between you and me is about your parents and cloud media."
After Qiu Yuan finished speaking, Wanxiang put her hands on her skirt, which meant that she had listened carefully.
"Let me be honest first. First of all, I may not be able to reach the level of being on an equal footing with Cloud Media. No matter how good the games this game company produces, it may not be able to compete with a behemoth like Cloud Media."
"I know, my sister told me." Lin Wanxiang looked very calm when she heard Qiu Yuan's words that seemed to give up, but she quickly said, "But I don't care, I didn't care about this from the beginning.
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"...Thank you." Qiu Yuan reached out and gently arranged the hair on Wanxiang's forehead and said, "But your parents care, and you are their daughter. I can't turn a blind eye, so I plan to go and talk to your dad in a few days."
Let’s talk.”
"Actually, there is no such thing..." Wanxiang was still a little afraid of her parents, and she slightly tightened her skirt.
But soon her hands were held by Qiu Yuan.
"It's very necessary. I don't want your sister to be the only one of your family present at the wedding." When Qiu Yuan said this, Wanxiang was dumbfounded again. It took her three seconds to hear clearly.
Understand the meaning of Qiu Yuan’s words.
"Wedding...wedding." Wanxiang's voice was a little trembling, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
"Literally, but don't be too hasty. You also have the right to choose. I plan to..."
Before Qiu Yuan finished speaking, Wan Xiang hugged her whole body with great strength...Wan Xiang already burst into tears after hugging Qiu Yuan.
Qiu Yuan knew that Wanxiang had made a choice at this moment, and all he could do was hug the girl in his arms tightly.
