Reborn Troops

Zhou Wanwan sat behind the counter of the jewelry store, holding a pencil in her hand and a piece of white paper in front of her.

The pencil moved back and forth on the paper, but she could not draw a pattern that satisfied her.

Her best friend Qianqian sat opposite her, holding a cup of hot coffee in her hand, staring at Zhou Wanwan's manuscript, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"What are you drawing?" Qianqian finally couldn't help but speak, with a hint of ridicule in her voice.

Zhou Wanwan raised her head and glared at Qianqian, "Don't laugh, I'm trying to find a solution, right?"

"Method?" Qianqian put down her coffee cup and leaned forward. "Your method is just to scribble on paper?"

Zhou Wanwan snorted unhappily, "If you can do it, come on!"

He smiled lightly, "I do have an idea."

Zhou Wanwan's eyes lit up, "What's the idea?"

"You want to design a ring that can heat up?" Qianqian said slowly, "Then why don't you design it to look like a stove?"

"Stove?" Zhou Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "That's too ugly, right? Who would wear a stove on their hand?"

"Ugly?" Qianqian raised her eyebrows. "Think about it, in winter,

Others are shivering with cold, but you are wearing a small stove on your hand, warm as spring. How creative! "

Zhou Wanwan frowned, as if she was seriously thinking about Qianqian's suggestion.

Her fingers unconsciously moved on the paper, and suddenly, her eyes lit up, "You're right!

I could design it to look like a small stove, but not a bulky stove.

It was a delicate little stove, like the ones in fairy tales, with a chimney and little flames dancing..."

Qianqian smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's it!"

An excited look appeared on Zhou Wanwan's face. She grabbed a pencil and began to draw quickly on the paper.

Her hands were shaking a little, but the lines she drew became smoother and smoother. Qianqian looked at her and the smile on her face deepened.

"Your drawing is pretty good." Qianqian came over to take a look, "But isn't the chimney of your little stove a little too long?"

Zhou Wanwan stopped writing and looked at her painting carefully. "It seems a bit long..." She frowned. "Then I'll make it shorter."

Qianqian nodded, "Yes, it will look better if it's shorter."

Zhou Wanwan picked up the pencil again and began to modify her design.

Her fingers slid lightly across the paper, as if she were touching a precious work of art.

Her eyes were focused, as if the whole world only consisted of her and this piece of paper.

Qianqian looked at her and suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion in her heart.

She knew that Zhou Wanwan was a talented person, but sometimes she was too stubborn and unwilling to accept other people's suggestions. But today, she seemed to have finally come to her senses.

"Your design is really good." Qianqian couldn't help but praise it again.

Zhou Wanwan raised her head with a smug smile on her face, "Of course, I'm a professional."

She smiled faintly, "But isn't the flame of your little stove a little too fake?"

Zhou Wanwan was stunned for a moment, "Fake?"

"Yes, look, the flame you drew looks like a straight line, without any sense of movement." Qianqian said, pointing at the flame on the paper.

Zhou Wanwan frowned, "Then how should I draw it?"

Qianqian thought for a moment and said, "You can try drawing it in a wavy shape, or one that looks like a dancing flame."

Zhou Wanwan nodded and said, "That makes sense." She picked up the pencil again and began to modify the shape of the flame.

Her fingers slid lightly across the paper, as if she were touching a precious work of art.

Her eyes were focused, as if the whole world only consisted of her and this piece of paper.

Zhou Wanwan was concentrating on modifying the shape of the flame when suddenly, the door of the jewelry store was pushed open.

A gust of cold wind rushed in, making the papers on the counter rustle.

Zhou Wanwan looked up and saw a tall middle-aged man walking in.

He was wearing a dark gray windbreaker and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and his eyes were deep and gentle.

"Teacher Zhongshan!" Zhou Wanwan stood up in surprise, with an excitement that was hard to conceal on her face.

Master Zhongshan smiled slightly and nodded, "Wanwan, I heard that you were designing a ring that can be heated, so I came here to take a look."

Qianqian also stood up and greeted Master Zhongshan politely.

Master Zhongshan nodded at her, then walked to Zhou Wanwan's desk and looked down at the design drawing she was modifying.

"Well, the idea of ​​the small stove is good." Master Zhongshan nodded approvingly, "But the shape of your flame needs to be adjusted."

Zhou Wanwan looked at Master Zhongshan nervously, "Teacher, how do you think we should change it?"