May Asheng live up to the occasion

It was already 2 o'clock in the morning, Luo Shu had been lying in bed for 4 hours, and it had been 3 hours since the lights were turned off.She lay flat on the bed, motionless, forcing herself to relax her body and try to empty her mind.Pretend to be in a state of ease, but impatience is not so easy to hide.

After tossing and turning left and right for so long, the ideas, stories, grotesques in her brain, and love and hatred of the characters are still missing.She could only stare at the mottled moonlight shining through the curtains in a daze.

In the past night, she was able to comfortably enter the "domain" and swim without any assistance.At that time, she felt that so many stories, so many joys, and so many beauties really existed in the "domain", otherwise, how could it be possible for her brain, which weighs less than a pound, to carry these vast worlds.

Because I believe in the reality of their existence, I just feel that I am watching a show.So Luo Shu never thought that a dilemma similar to the exhaustion of inspiration would appear on him.The notebook she used to record the actual situation, only a few messy marks remained on the opened page, lying pitifully beside the pillow.The red mechanical pencil that I just bought also rolled dejectedly between Luo Shu and Yang Weizhi's two beds.Is it because the "domain" is inaccurate and afraid of real records, or the gap between the two realms cannot be blurred.Really sleepless night.

The reason for Luo Shu's ups and downs this night started from the Zheming Society yesterday morning.

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"I'm sorry, let me look for it!" Luo Shu put his hands on his knees in front of the bookcase, squatted down, and explored with his head forward, looking in the same direction as Gu Qiyue, but he was careful not to collide with her.

During the "expatriation" period, Luo Shu insisted on helping Gu Qiyue to do things and return books. He checked in her heart, wanted her to remember herself more, and gave herself a sense of security. She also hoped that this wandering would end soon.

Today, some accidents happened, which made it happen that the two of them got together to find books.

Yesterday, Luo Shu neglected to return the two books that Gu Qiyue didn't want to return, with sticky notes on them, and returned them to the bookshelf.This was a real shock to Luo Shu, she jumped up because of this mistake, eager to make up for it.

Luo Shu knew very well that returning the book was just a trivial matter like a grain of rice.But she can't even do such a small thing well today. After other people react, how should she arrange herself, this "trash".

"Oh, this is my business, and it's just a trivial matter, I'll do it myself." Gu Qi Yue didn't notice Luo Shu's panic, and replied casually.Flipping through the pages, I found my two books, straightened up and returned to my seat.

Luo Shu continued to squat, she was thinking and didn't care to get up.She used this difficult movement to counteract some of her irritability and panic.

She had a premonition that her tiny job was in jeopardy, and under Gu Qiyue's words of "small matter", the hard work she had worked so hard for so long might be blown away with the wind.Her hopes seemed about to be dashed.

【what to do?what to do? 】No one can give her an answer.I can only put all my eggs in one basket, and take advantage of the faint heat of these hard work to use it up.

Luo Shu walked up to Gu Qiyue's side in a few steps, and poured out the words that had been hidden for a long time: "Can you take me to draw manga!?"

"Aren't you just painting now?" Gu Qiyue pushed his glasses and said.

"It's not like this, it's the kind of being your assistant, or the kind of drawing by yourself." Luo Shu couldn't tell, it wasn't the kind that was a dispensable assistant, it wasn't the kind that was only responsible for drawing some backgrounds, it wasn't that he didn't participate in comics The conceived kind.She didn't want to say these words, Wang Houqian helped her a lot, she couldn't say a word with complaints.

Luo Shu's words were half-spoken, Gu Qiyue naturally couldn't figure out her real intention.She looked at Luo Shu a little strangely, drawing comics, you can draw as soon as you want, why do you come to me to beg, as if you are begging yourself to issue a decree.

"Then you draw it." Gu Qiyue replied.After looking at the round eyes that were staring at him unblinkingly, he added: "Let me have a look at the drawing."

Luo Shu heard that she had obtained the will, and left satisfied.She can finally draw manga.

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It took time to move forward to have this night of tossing and turning.Luo Shu wants to draw an interesting cartoon with all his talents.As a result, she found out that when she wanted to physically express the mysterious things in the "domain", I couldn't enter the "domain" no matter what.I didn't think about it again, but it seemed to be pushed a few miles away.Up to now, her brain seems to have turned back into a real lump of flesh and blood, and that kind of fantasy world seems to have never existed.

Luo Shu didn't know the crux of the matter, and just kept working hard. Such futility is actually meaningless.When Luo Shu didn't have a clue about the painful story, Shi Shi didn't spare her, and a week passed quickly.

Luo Shu carefully handed to Gu Qiyue the painting that he worked hard this week.

"This is your cartoon?" Gu Qiyue wanted to sigh.

She flipped through Luo Shu's cartoons, if those paintings were not all drawn within the frame, she almost thought they were static pictures of characters or landscapes.What is this for?Generally, painters want to show off their skills if they don't draw stories well, and the level of these paintings can't be any kind of show off skills, it's almost like showing clumsiness.After all, Gu Qiyue is not a mean person.He just asked curiously: "I remember your idol is Atsushi Anda, not Takeshi Obata. So why are you focusing on the image recently?"

The tone of this question was very peaceful, but it still made Luo Shu blush.What kind of research direction is this? After a week of hard research, she found that her brain was still as empty as a stone, so she drew these things with difficulty.Luo Shu opened her mouth to swallow words a few times before she came up with a sentence, which not only maintained her modest dignity to her skills, but also didn't seem to be quibbling to make people bored: "I don't know how to draw. When I pick up a brush, my brain feels stagnant." gone."

Gu Qi took a closer look at Luo Shu: "What do you think of your state when you were painting "Jiaoche Mantra"? Will your brain stagnate like this?"

Luo Shu was a little ashamed and said: "At that time, I would just lay hands on and draw some background flowers and plants. I didn't need to turn my mind. How can I be in a state?"

"But what I know is not the case. I heard Wang Houqian say that you have helped them a lot, you are a very thoughtful person, and you are very suitable for drawing comics." Gu Qiyue said that.

Luo Shu never thought that Wang Houqian would say that she was very suitable.She has always been humblely grateful, and then fulfilled Wang Houqian's entrustment with all her heart.She felt that she didn't show any ability in this matter, if there is any achievement in it, then it should be Wang Houqian's, and she has no credit for it.

"When you draw manga by yourself now, I can't see any of your thoughts. Why?" Gu Qiyue asked.

【Why? 】Let’s put aside the previous credits.Luo Shu also wanted to know what was wrong with her, why when she picked up a paintbrush to tell a story, her brain and her heart seemed to be sealed, there was no longer any waves, and it was as calm as death.

Luo Shu's expression was very helpless, very confused, and there was a kind of pain that venom penetrated his whole body.People like this are usually an early warning of suffering.

Gu Qiyue thought this was an early warning, and she was annoyed at her recklessness, thinking that Luo Shu was about to burst the embankment.But nothing was sent, Luo Shu has always maintained this helplessness, confusion, and pain.They blended well with Luo Shu, Luo Shu has long been used to carrying these feelings, she wraps them up very stably, as if wrapping them up for a lifetime.

Gu Qiyue sighed, handed the half-drawn painting to Luo Shu, and asked her to print two copies.Luo Shu's forbearance made people want to help her unconsciously, and couldn't bear to let her grieve alone like this.

After a while, Luo Shu obediently returned the printed painting together with the original painting to Gu Qiyue.

Gu Qiyue beckoned Luo Shu to bring a stool to sit next to her, then took out a printed drawing paper and handed it to Luo Shu, "Look at what this drawing is about, and how do you think the story will develop?"

The paper showed a man with a mustache sitting behind a table playing with a cup.This painting is Gu Qiyue's consistent painting style, with simple lines but distinctive characters, and almost no background.The screen is concise to the extreme, and the plot is constructed by the actions of the characters and the dialogue of the narration.It's quite a bit like the "Old Master Q" of the last century.What this comic needs is a smart and sharp brain, without too much artificial rendering.That's why she doesn't need an assistant.

"Is he waiting for someone?" Luo Shu tentatively replied.

Gu Qiyue drew a big speech bubble next to the person, then turned the pen around and handed it to Luo Shu: "Come on, fill it in."

Luo Shu took the pen, raised his eyelashes and glanced at Gu Qiyue.Lift the pen to move to the speech bubble area.Write at the slowest and most cautious speed.Waiting for Gu Qiyue to interrupt and guide him at any time.

Because of these turbulent and useless emotions, Luo Shu didn't think too much, and she didn't dare to think too much, so she only left the words "Xiao Li, is she still here?"This is a method of throwing bricks to attract jade. She knew that she would not do it well, and waited for Gu Qiyue to give a perfect answer.

"Not bad!" Gu Qiyue's answer was beyond Luo Shu's expectation.

"Come again, if you think about it again, what else can you write?" Gu Qiyue drew another dialogue bubble next to it, signaling Luo Shu to write again.

Because Luo Shu did not get the ultimate final answer, it is still in the groping stage. At this stage, she was encouraged and the safety was extended, so Luo Shu relaxed a little.After thinking about it, I wrote "No one will come today."

"Good job! Come again." Another dialogue bubble.Luo Shu, who was familiar with the process, left after thinking, "How long is the waiting time for one person for the other." After the same steps, Luo Shu wrote down "Wine party is intoxicating, what will happen to the water?", "The eyes of the audience It’s all here with me.”, “This is both the end and the beginning of the story.”

"Very good, try again." Gu Qiyue took out another copy of the sketch, and sketched a scrawny man standing with his back facing the table.Brushed and painted 5 more dialogue bubbles.

"Take your time and think about it." Gu Qiyue pushed the drawing paper to Luo Shu.

Luo Shu was a little addicted to this kind of thinking exploration game, and pushed aside the distracting thoughts at the beginning.

Then she left the words of the man with the water glass "I'm waiting for you!", "You know, I'm not waiting for you!", "Give you the time to convince me with a glass of water." and the man with the back view "You think you've passed Are you doing well? Can you come to my place to show off?", "I'm here, let's go!"

Gu Qi took her answer sheet with more satisfaction, praised her, and then put the two papers filled with random words and Luo Shu's paper filled with paintings that took a lot of effort, and put them together.Ask: "If you treat yourself as an outsider, which piece of paper do you think is more attractive?"

The answer to this question is obvious, naturally those two pieces of copy paper.Answering like this is based on facts, and it also fulfills the humility of the Chinese people.Luo Shu pointed to the two pieces of paper without hesitation and said, "Your paintings are more attractive than mine."

Gu Qiyue smiled and said: "My painting is an unfinished work. It is you who really give it its charm, and you have done a good job. In one word, it can create a lot of room for development in the follow-up story. And different words unfold It opened up all possibilities of the story. You did a great job!"

Luo Shu shyly accepted half of the praise. She knew that praise was like pork that was filled with water.And after a few words, the effect of the water disappeared, and the meat returned to its true dry state.Luo Shu waited for Gu Qiyue to say the "but" of his true intention to drain the moisture.

But Gu Qiyue didn't seem to have the intention of taking away the water, which caused Luo Shu to have the illusion of not injecting water.But Luo Shu, who thinks that fantasies should not be indulged, started to pump water by himself.

"It seems that words are more expressive than paintings." Luo Shu attributed the credit to the comparison between words and paintings.

"No, sometimes the expressive power of paintings cannot be compared with words. Just like your favorite Anda Chong. He has a strong picture narrative ability, and the expression of his silent pictures is deeper than words.

So in the final analysis is not a question of words, but your problem.When you paint your work there is nothing, the painting is dead.And when you look at my paintings and write words, your thoughts come, and the story comes alive.

In other words, you have the ability to make comics come to life, but you haven't done it. Have you ever thought about why?

And why do you like Anda charge?Your heart is always beating in your chest, it is naturally alive, that is to say, you can only lock it up yourself.

Storytelling is a process of heart-to-heart communication, if you can tell it but can't, it means you dare not, dare not reveal your heart to the public. "

Gu Qiyue didn't expect Luo Shu's answers to a series of questions, what she wanted was Luo Shu's reflections.

"You didn't look in the mirror, so you don't know how bright your expression was when you were looking at pictures and writing words just now. It should be thinking like a spring. In fact, you should also feel the speed of your writing just now.

You think that the picture I draw is my story, and then you create it with confidence, but you don’t know that you are telling your own story and your own heart in the scene I created, and you put your heart in a situation where you think it is safe in this story.

Through these two people, you come up with many stories, stories that fit your cognition, thinking and your outlook on life. " Gu Qi raised the paper in his hand more.

"Luo Shu, don't be afraid, don't be afraid to bring out your heart. People who draw cartoons must never lock their hearts. Either you give up being a cartoonist, or you have to be brave and release your heart"

"Bare heart. Otherwise, it may be hurt arbitrarily." Without thinking, Luo Shu said those words.Yes, there are many things that the mind of the person involved did not think of, but they have been lingering in their hearts for a long time.

"A locked heart will be repeatedly hurt by yourself. What you have to do is to strengthen your heart and tell the world and yourself that you are right. Only in this way can you really protect your heart!"

"I don't know what to do. How to draw this cartoon?" Luo Shu asked in confusion.

"Get out the things that often hang around in your mind, but you least want it to hang around." Gu Qiyu replied.

"Can you teach me?" Luo Shu begged urgently.

"can."

"Then can you be my master?" This was an aggressive behavior that Luo Shu had never done before.She couldn't care less to despise herself.

Luo Shu was eager to use the oldest way in China to establish diplomatic relations - apprenticeship, to secure the identities of the two, and also allowed Gu Qiyue to obtain the authoritative status of "Master Luo Shu".In this way, Luo Shu can trust her wholeheartedly, listen to every word she says, become an excellent cartoonist, and surrender his fragile heart.

"Apprenticeship? What year is it now, what do you think?" Luo Shu seems to be an old-fashioned person from ancient times, and now he pursues equality, and there are a few people who pursue this kind of interpersonal relationship that distinguishes between superiority and inferiority.She twitched the corner of her mouth.

"You taught me how to draw manga, I should learn from you as my teacher." Luo Shu said sincerely.

Such an ancient plot is really weird. [This is the age, who wants to be inferior to others. ] Gu Qiyue, who kept thinking like this, took all this as Luo Shu's light-hearted joke.

Gu Qiyue saw the school magazine "Half Step" spread out on his desk.After thinking about it and finding it interesting, he said, "Okay, it's okay to be a teacher, but I want a teacher ceremony. You can take a photo for a group of cosplayers."

Gu Qiyue handed the magazine to Luo Shu, and Luo Shu saw the headline "Intensive Manga Exhibition will start on June 6rd".

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Overcast April 2012, 4

Nothing major happened today, but I'm a little busy with schoolwork, so I probably won't have time to write a diary in the next two or three days.