Esports coaches are demons

Chapter 87 The Story of "Wei"
Ji Qing debugged the program again and confirmed that there was no problem.

He couldn't help sending a message to Zero: "It's amazing, brother, it was solved so quickly!"

There was a reply soon: "After all, my major is software development, and the basic framework has been written by you, so my work will be much easier."

After working for so long, it finally came to fruition. Ji Qing decided to go to the barbecue stand to relax in the evening.

"By the way, zero, you said last time that you could get in touch with an artist to draw a vertical painting, what's the news now?"

"It's already agreed, you send me the basic character settings, and you can start working at any time."

"How is the level of the painter?" He was still a little worried.

"With a professional background, an original painting is tens of thousands, so there is absolutely no need to worry about technology."

It couldn't have been better, he didn't need to spend effort to find someone, Ji Qing readily sent a psd file to Zero, as for the manuscript fee, it wasn't something he was worried about, anyway, Ke Yue The guy has plenty of money.

After Lin Chen got the setting, he opened it and read it carefully.

Name: Wei
Age: 16
Appearance: Slightly curly, long cream-colored hair that falls to the knees, gentle big C-shaped bangs, the sideburns around the ears are braided into braids, eyes are blue-purple like forget-me-not flowers, wearing a cape, The corners of the skirt are embellished with golden stars like stamens.

Representatives: letter, forget-me-not.

Personality: Smart and a bit natural.Born to lack an emotion called human beings, but also eager to be remembered by the world.

Below is a simple sketch of the character.

It looks like she will be a very beautiful little girl.

Lin Chen continued to unfold the story behind the characters——

The light blue flower with five petals struggled to poke its head out from the crevice of the stone. Although it had no fragrance, it still smiled and wanted the world to remember it.

One day, a poor painter noticed the poor flower. Infected by the vitality, he created a painting. In the painting, there was a beautiful girl with pupils of the color of forget-me-not.

Perhaps this painting brought him luck, and his works were suddenly appreciated by people.Soon, he was no longer poor, and his social status was getting higher and higher.Those nobles were even willing to spend a lot of money to organize a banquet just for him, just so that he could make the next painting by himself at the banquet.

He enjoys the exquisite life brought by money, and the impromptu painting is also forgotten in the corner by him.

One day, when the maid was sorting out the waste manuscripts, she shook out this painting from inside.

"Sir, do you want to throw away this painting too?"

When he saw the melancholy pupils like the sky dyed blue, the painter was stunned, but it was only stunned.

"Throw it away."

The paper of this painting has been slightly yellowed, and there are traces of insects in the corners, so it is no longer perfect.

He was about to move to a big house surrounded by rose vines, and this kind of imperfect painting was no longer needed.

Together with those old newspapers and drafts, the painting was sold to the bakery downstairs.

"I'm so unlucky," she thought, "I did it on fine paper, with a soft brush dipped in natural pigments, and now I can only deal with these waste papers." together."

A student bought a block of dry cheese at the bakery on the first floor when he came home.

He went upstairs, unwrapped the cheese, and was about to finish his lunch while reading, when he suddenly froze.

Carefully unroll the outermost paper of the cheese.

It turned out that this is a painting.

"It's so beautiful." He admired.

Looking at the pure pupils with the color of forget-me-not, suddenly, he got inspiration from this painting, picked up the quill pen, and wrote a poem on the back of the painting.

It was a love poem.

He read this accidental love poem to the girl she liked, and they soon fell in love.

A few years later, they got married, and the painting was forgotten again.

It was already the mistress of the house who found the painting in the middle of the drawer when she was cleaning the room, and she saw the poem.

"So, you are here."

She turned it to the front, and the painting was a little faded, mottled and worn out.

She smiled softly, smoothing out every crease in the painting gently.Although the painting was far less exquisite than when it was first born, she still hired a framer to carefully frame the girl in a clear glass frame and hang it on the wall.

This poem is a testimony of their love and deserves to be remembered.

That painting finally has the value as a painting. The girl in the painting quietly looks at the sweet life of the student who is already a teacher and his wife every day. She feels that she is finally remembered.

So she is also very happy, even if she does not understand what is happy.

After a long time, the two had a child.

Children at this age are always naughty. He chased and played with the cat. When he didn't pay attention, the cat caught the picture on the wall, the picture frame fell off, and the glass became shattered.

The hostess ran over in a hurry after hearing the movement. The girl thought she would pick up the painting again, frame it carefully and hang it up again, but she just pulled up the frightened child lovingly and whispered softly. Ask if there are any injuries.

"But, mother, I ruined the picture."

"Forget it if it's broken, as long as you're fine." The hostess put a kiss on the child's forehead.

So the child became happy again. After his mother cleaned up the broken glass, he picked up the painting curiously.

He giggled, playfully folded the painting into a paper airplane, then opened the window and flew out with all his might.

The wind carried the painting very high, and she flew up, so close to the sky for the first time.But soon, she continued to fall under the action of gravity, falling to an unknown place, and then rotted and turned into mud.

She thought, this is her final destination.

The girl thought she would fall to the cold ground, but no, she seemed to have fallen into a warm place.

Appears to be a piano case.

Then, she heard something, from what she had seen and heard over the years, she knew it was music, but she couldn't understand what was contained in the music.

She was born on the cold and temperatureless drawing paper, and God did not give her the emotional line of human beings.

But listening to this piece of music, her non-beating chest unexpectedly trembled uncontrollably.

There seems to be a kind of seed in the "heart", called the soul, that has been awakened.

Never before had she felt such strong emotions.

She was shocked to find that she walked out of the painting at some point, her feet touched the solid ground for the first time, she breathed the air for the first time, and felt the warmth of the sun for the first time.

The real and strange world.

She saw a blind boy.

With a violin on his shoulders, the boy seems to be a wandering artist.

"Please tell me what this is." With a trembling voice, she put her hand on her heart, "Please tell me why it keeps beating."

"What's in it?"

For the first time, confusion appeared in the blue-purple eyes.

The boy smiled, "You need to find the answer yourself."

"Find the gear that keeps the heart beating. If you don't understand, just use music to record your emotions."

"Let the world remember your voice."

……

The story is over.

A blind violinist, a paper airplane...it can't be such a coincidence, can it?Lin Chen was a little surprised.

He contacted α again.

"It's convenient to tell me, who wrote the setting of this character?"

"Ah, you ask this, the character design is made by K."

"Does it include character stories?"

"Including, all the details are written by K himself."

Lin Chen pressed his eyebrows.

"When will it come out, let's meet. I want to meet the creator of this story."

(End of this chapter)