i have a date with my editor

Chapter 31

Liu Qingge suddenly fell madly in love with Huahua, downloaded Huaba, and looked at the works at eight times the speed, it was more magical than magic.

Open station b, search for the painting process, watch videos one by one slowly, she didn't plan to learn, she just wants to see these paintings now, and watch how the artist draws from scratch, from a blank piece of paper, that exists in the imagination in something.

It's the same with writing, the creation itself is incredible.Someone once said that all authors are great, and originality is greatness.However, painting seems to be more intuitive and more impactful.

Liu Qingge watched the video inside and out, and she made a decision, she wanted to learn painting, but an impulse came out of nowhere and told her that she had to do this, otherwise it would be a lifelong regret.

How did that happen?She obviously didn't like painting at all before, it was her hardest subject besides sports.

Is it too late to start learning now?And art requires talent, but she may have some basic talent in writing, after all, she can write a complete story, but she not only has no talent in painting, but also knows nothing.

Liu Qingge rationally feels that her busy work will be wasted, is she really going to try something that she knows she will fail if she does it?

But sometimes let the sensibility overwhelm the rational.

It's so miserable now, let's find something to do.

To get started, one must learn sketching first, but Liu Qingge felt that she was an impetuous person, so she asked her to start with sketching and keep painting still lifes and plaster figures. She thought that she would definitely give up drawing again.Watercolor painting is too troublesome and dirty. It's fine at home, but it's very inconvenient at school. In the end, Liu Qingge decided to start with colored pencils first.

Enduring the pain, I bought a bunch of colored pencil books online, as well as Faber-Castell oil-based colored pencils that can be used at any stage, as well as colored pencil paper, sketchbooks, a complete set of pencils, erasers and plastic erasers, etc. In this way, Liu Qingge spent a month's food expenses. After buying it, Liu Qingge found that her heart was quite peaceful.

Leo loves money, will make money, has money, and spends money like water, Liu Qingge thinks that she only occupies one head and one tail, and the two in the middle have no signs of it at present.

Not only did Liu Qingge buy these things, she also bought a bunch of instructional videos online to use as line draft materials for copying.I have to say that a certain treasure is indeed a very powerful existence, there are only things you can't think of in it, and there is nothing you can't buy.

She felt so excited, so she didn't want to type anymore, so let's watch videos and novels first.

Liu Qingge, who let go of her worries, felt very relaxed. When she arrived at the cafeteria, she stopped being a vegetarian. She even ordered three servings of meat dishes.

"Don't you want some? I invite you, take whatever you want." Liu Qingge has always been generous to her friends, and the generosity is a bit silly.But there is nothing wrong with this. Making money is to make your life better. Spending money is not only for food, drink and clothing, but also for happiness.As long as she is happy, and she is not really a fool, some people are worth her money, and she will only gradually alienate those who are not.

Zhang Jiayi shook her head. When Liu Qingge took over the packed barbecue, she couldn't help asking, "How much did your father call you? Be careful that you don't have money at the end of the month. Ask me to borrow money for dinner."

Not to mention that Liu Qingge really has such a dark history, and there are quite a few of them, eating dirt at the end of the month, and can't afford to eat in the cafeteria, what a miserable word.

Liu Qingge smiled optimistically, innocently, "It's still five hundred, but it seems that it hasn't been paid this month... The boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge, so it doesn't matter."

But in Zhang Jiayi's eyes, this smile is like a mental retardation, "500 yuan is enough for you to eat in the cafeteria and add a bottle of water. The pile of things you bought before should have spent all your savings. Learning to paint, I still have to pay for it." Don’t you know your temperament? It costs so much money to be popular for 3 minutes. Sometimes I really want to throw you aside and forget about it.”

The more Zhang Jiayi talked, the angrier she became, and she walked forward without looking back.

Liu Qingge trotted to follow, "Don't be angry, Xiao Yi, I already said that there will be no problems, and I like drawing very much, so I won't be hot for 3 minutes!"

"Why haven't I heard you say that you like it before? And are you sure you have the time? You are about to graduate, there are grade exams, and even novels that you can't put down. Are you sure you have the time to draw?"

Liu Qingge was left speechless by what Zhang Jiayi said, as if, maybe, she was really busy?

"Although I'm very busy, as long as I like it, I will definitely find time to draw. As long as I like it, there is no reason to give up."

"All right, all right, what you said is right, I won't argue with you."

Zhang Jiayi's legs were faster than Liu Qingge's, so Liu Qingge kept her mouth shut and stopped chasing the person in front.

Leo's pride makes her dislike blindly chasing.

She didn't wait for me, so I just walked back calmly and slowly!Liu Qingge hummed softly in her heart. ╭(╯^╰)╮

Liu Qingge drew some simple words with great interest. She found that because she hadn't learned systematically, the shapes were not accurate, and she didn't know anything about the changes in light and dark. However, she could follow the gourd and draw a few flat pictures. Afterwards, I felt very happy and inspired.

And in the process, she found that she is very sensitive to color, and she is especially interested in color.

Fifteen days have passed since the break, the more Liu Qingge played, the happier he was, and the happier he was, the less he wanted to pay attention to the things that made him unhappy.

But Liu Qingge had fun and left everything behind, but when an editor came back from a busy schedule and had the time and energy to watch the Snow City Ballad of Ten Miles of Spring Breeze, he found that Ten Miles of Spring Breeze had been discontinued for ten days!

The front foot also promised that she would do well, even guaranteeing 100 million yuan, but now it's good, if she didn't find out, is she planning to just let it go?

Hibiscus got a little angry, she doesn't like babies who don't work hard.

But she sent messages one after another, and waited and waited, and after waiting for a while, she found that Liu Qingge hadn't updated for fifteen days, and she didn't reply to any of her messages.

What's up with her?

Are you sick again?

After getting angry, Hibiscus became a little worried.

In the end, Jinmu finally remembered that she had Liu Qingge's number.

When pressing the dial button, Jin Mu thought that if Liu Qingge didn't answer the phone again and blocked her, she would pick another weekend to find Liu Qingge again!

After Liu Qingge spent more than ten days, when Jin Mu called, she felt as if she had passed away.

After hesitating for a while, Liu Qingge still connected the phone, "Hello?"

"I'm Hibiscus."

Jin Muquan's voice, as clear as water hitting a stone, lingered in his ears as if traveling through space and time. Liu Qingge felt that his hands were a little weak, and couldn't help but squeeze the phone with more force.

"Master Editor..."

In fact, Jin Mu was a little dazed when he heard Liu Qingge's voice. The soft voice contained grievances, wrapped in his mouth like a child, which made people feel funny and couldn't help being soft-hearted. She couldn't help but His voice softened, "Are you sick?"

"No." Liu Qingge felt that since she had been on hiatus for so long, it might be better to lie about being sick in front of the editor, but listening to Jin Mu's worried tone, she couldn't tell a lie. I slipped around and told the truth.

"Then why did it stop?"

"I don't want to write anymore, I'm not happy." Liu Qingge always felt a little at a loss when facing the microphone. She could only type out those eloquent words on the keyboard, but when she opened her mouth, she felt at a loss for words. It's impossible to justify.

"Why are you unhappy?" Jin Mu rubbed his temples, trying to calm his voice.

She has been an editor for several years, and the reason why the author cuts off the editor is all kinds of strange reasons, such as cursing that she has cancer, her finger was cut off by a knife, she was hit by a car and lost her memory, and there is also a 15-year-old junior high school student pretending to take the college entrance examination. There are countless, but this is the first time she has seen such a blatant, willful, and straightforward reason that makes people speechless.

"Editor, I actually... I actually write very poorly, don't I? My writing style is very poor, and the stories I write are not nutritious and not attractive at all." Liu Qingge tightly grasped the phone, moved When he reached the window, he said in a low voice, "The data of this article is really bad. Not only do I not want to write 100 million, but I also don't want to write a word. Editor, I am very frustrated."

"No. The quality of the writing depends on the individual. It is good writing that can tell a story well. Although your story can't make people feel deeply, move to tears, and be regarded as a classic, your writing will definitely attract many people. Think of it as a bedtime story, after reading it, you can fall asleep sweetly without having any nightmares." Jin Mu flicked the pen in his hand on the paper, "Does your poor data mean that your writing is not good, I think It’s beautiful. What a setback, the spring breeze is great.”

The spring breeze is great, isn't it?

The spring breeze is great!

The spring breeze is great...

The spring breeze is great.

The spring breeze is great qwq

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, the spring breeze is wonderful!So good, so warm, so happy, happy, happy!

What should I do if I feel inexplicably cured? qwq

A happy Liu Qingge impulsively shook beans and told Jin Mu the most depressing thing about her.

"Master Editor, I have a reader group. I thought there were all little angels who loved me. I always thought so. They are lively and cute, arrogant and smart. Most importantly, they like me very much. They are very good to me. , When I first joined the group, there were a few little angels who sent me private packages! But when I was so frustrated and began to doubt myself, I was going to find some comfort in the reader group, but found that I was not only It was a setback, and I was so depressed that I was so depressed to death!"

"What's the matter?" Jin Mu's gentle voice made people unable to resist.

"They were actually discussing another author, praising her for being so cute and cute, how beautiful the writing was, she was bleeding, ahh, it's been greatly updated, let's go check it out, xxx [character name] really likes her , I went to the Twitter account to tweet her. I didn’t expect a lot of like-minded people. It’s great. Haha, great. I really want to flip the table. I really fell out of favor. Everyone doesn’t love me anymore. It's a waste of spring breeze, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah, so sad, sad, I want to come to my aunt! "

Chunfeng roared so excitedly that he accidentally hung up the call.

After listening to Liu Qingge's heart-piercing yell like being robbed of an egg, Jin Mu who was hung up on the phone again:  …