Oral period

There are twelve people at a table, most of them are of the opposite sex, except for Xia Jingzhe's friend who is also a manga artist, they don't know anyone else, so they are somewhat embarrassed—fortunately, the bride arranged for them a "bad-tempered rebellious period" "Brother" is such an identity, as long as he sits with a blank expression on his face, it can be regarded as alleviating part of the embarrassment of social fear, and it is better than having to greet strangers with smiles and bite the bullet.

But no matter what, it was also a wedding scene. The expression on Xia Jingzhe's face was much softer than usual, and she did not show sharp hostility. When the bride walked onto the stage with flowers in her hands, a bright smile flashed past her eyes, unlike Her work partner, who was six or seven years younger than her, was more like a brother who watched her sister get married.

When that smile came into view, Zhen Xiao thought in a strange way, if he really had a younger brother or younger sister, he would probably spoil them very much, and maybe he wouldn't pretend to be smoking and fighting or other bad behaviors. Will swallow a lot of bad words in front of children, for fear of spoiling the other party.

The aimless thoughts drifted halfway, but I heard the voice whispered in my ear——Xia Jingzhe came to his side, and sighed endlessly: "This kind of scene is quite new. I used to have people follow me when I attended weddings. They are all my parents’ friends in the business field, and I have to recite the lines in advance. If they ask me questions, if they can’t answer well, they will embarrass the family... Fortunately, after high school, they fell, so they simply refused to let me go. It's pretty good too."

The faint disappointment in the words could not be concealed from Zhenxiao - he looked at Xia Jingzhe's flickering eyelashes, stained with a little bit of snow-like ambient light, reading a bit of loneliness for no reason, and thought silently, the expression on this person's mouth It's good to say, and I probably still want to go.

After all, that was one of the few connections he had with his family.

So he stretched out his hand to caress the other's shoulder, squeezed it through the stiff vest fabric, and before he could think of any words of comfort, he saw Xia Jingzhe raised his gaze to the stage, as if he was attracted by something.

Those black jade-like eyes suddenly lit up, like a child who has seen a beautiful scenery, and immediately put his disappointment aside.

Zhen Xiao followed his line of sight, just in time for the groom to kneel on one knee, hold the bride's hand, and put on a ring devoutly. Excited as if he was being proposed, he took the lead in applauding again.

"That's great," he heard Xia Jingzhe sigh with a smile, "I'll know how to draw next time."

——It seems that it is not the same as imagined.Zhen Xiao was shaken when he heard the first half of the sentence, thinking that he was referring to the beautiful and happy atmosphere of the proposal, and even had the urge to overcome social fear and get him the same style for a moment, but the subsequent development had nothing to do with imagination, unexpectedly It's for the sake of drawing comics.

So much so that he couldn't hold back "Huh?"

Xia Jingzhe obviously didn't understand his twists and turns, but for some reason, he felt a little embarrassed, smiled, and explained softly: "It's just... how should I put it, when I draw things, I will inevitably encounter scenes I haven't experienced before. I have to look up information and watch videos, or find people who have been there to get materials, because I am afraid that my painting will be unrealistic-but after all, I heard it, it must not be as real as seeing it on the spot, right.”

His world is a fusion of fantasy and reality, and comics account for a large part. It seems that everything can be related to manuscript paper and outline pen, which makes it a little more absurd and brave to live for the story.

Sometimes Zhenxiao thinks, if he is not the so-called rich second generation, his family is so poor, and his parents don’t care for him so much, this person will spend most of his time reading and drawing manga, even studying. It’s all perfunctory, and I don’t think about what job I will do in the future, whether drawing comics can support myself, it seems that I have already framed my life early.

So when I changed my mind, I asked an inappropriate question: "Since it's so troublesome, why do you need to paint?"

Unexpectedly, Xia Jingzhe was not irritated by his layman-like offensive remarks, probably because he had heard similar remarks a lot and got used to them. He just looked at the direction of the stage silently for a while, and when the ring-exchanging session was over, the groom's Father came to the stage to give a speech, and finally came back to his senses, picked up the Coke in front of him, took a sip, and said in a cool and bubbling tone similar to it: "I can't say it's troublesome, I'm very happy." Among them. At the beginning, I just wanted to draw a story about that friend in my childhood. I thought about it for a long time in my mind. When I was 15 years old, I thought that there must be an ending, so I drew it. Later, I found that I enjoyed the process. Yes, draw the thoughts in your head and tell others like a story... I didn't mean that no one except you would have the patience to listen to me, but it's different on the Internet, no matter how bad the drawing is, as long as the last After the painting is finished, there will always be a few people who like it, and then give me a little response—that little bit is enough, I know that someone is watching, and I won’t feel so, cough, so lonely.”

"Later, I found out that I was quite talented, and I rarely encountered the bottleneck period they mentioned. More and more people read my comics. One day, editor Chen found me and asked me if I had any intention of signing a contract. This is a local sign, and I will enter their website when I become an adult, and we will cooperate for a long time..." The young man paused, looking at the bride with a white gauze bouquet and a happy smile on the stage, as if infected by that bright smile, the corners of his mouth Then bent a little bit, as if through the perfect scene on the stage, I remembered a certain warm past, "The only person who communicated with me during that time was her, help me watch the storyboard, discuss the plot and so on, Occasionally, I would talk about things in life. How should I put it, if the first editor I met was not her, maybe I would just draw for fun, and I wouldn’t want to develop it for a long time... Later, I would draw more , Unknowingly became a little famous, I received many blessings from readers on the day I became an adult, I thought at that time, fortunately I chose the path of drawing comics, otherwise this year’s birthday must be celebrated alone again, and I might even buy myself a cake The interest is gone."

"It seems to be a bit off topic. If you want to talk about why it is so troublesome to draw... In fact, the characters I drew are more or less similar. The characters are not very good, and the growth experience is also quite bad. After the popularity is high, they are also drawn. I’ve said that everything is the same, as if I can’t draw if I don’t have some problems——I just think that I won’t become a master, I don’t have the ambition to become famous, I just want to tell the stories in my head, Draw some of the previous experiences into the comics, and then create another character, or a turning point that will not appear in reality, so that those bad experiences can be better, and there is a good ending..."

"But that's fiction after all. I only know how bad the dark part is, how hard the night is, but I haven't actually seen the dawn with my own eyes, and it's hard to draw it right from the beginning. This may be the so-called' Trouble'."

"But it's okay, because it's fictional, I can make everything develop in the direction I want-saving myself over and over again in fantasy, and then draw the process to save others, isn't that good? ...Although the ability is limited, everyone suffers differently, and sometimes people say that they are childish, and they are regarded as moaning without illness, but every time I receive a private message when I draw a draft at night, I see them saying thank you for creating this story At that time, I thought, it still makes sense.”

Probably because he realized that his tone was a little heavy, Xia Jingzhe paused, took another sip of Coke, and looked up at him in the dim light: "Besides, it's not completely fictional now."

Zhen Xiao likes him talking about these past events, as if following the voice to walk through the missed ten years in the other party's life, making up for regrets to some extent--I listened so engrossed that when I heard the last sentence, I was usually very smart. Unexpectedly, his brain didn't react and interpret the implication of the other party in time, so he subconsciously asked, "Why?"

From the stage to the on-site interaction, the participants were all children from guests’ homes. The atmosphere was full of excitement and excitement, showing a certain kind of pure honesty——Xia Jingzhe is an emotional person, and is easily influenced by the surrounding atmosphere. When I met his gaze, the words that should have been hidden in my heart flickered, and then I said it naturally: "Because I know you."

It is not that a person who has been confined in the cold night for a long time suddenly sees the sun, but another person walks into his world clothed in starlight, and the nights overlap, weaving a bright brilliance that can only be seen by each other.

When she realized what she said, Xia Jingzhe was stunned for a moment, instead of rushing to make amends, she breathed a sigh of relief——finally said it.

It doesn't seem to be a confession, and it doesn't even have anything to do with love. If he didn't happen to be in the atmosphere of the wedding scene, he might not have thought about it.

But he knew it well, for the current occasion, this was already the most honest and sincere "confession" he could say.

It's a pity that the embarrassment and relief came together, causing him to subconsciously recognize his eyes, and failed to see Zhenxiao's reaction clearly - he also missed the surprise that flashed in the eyes of the young man, and the heavy guilt that followed.

"I thought knowing me could only affect your drawing of manga, but you've been dragging it on for a long time," in the end, he only gave such a dubious answer, lightly exposing the ambiguity that hadn't yet formed, and then strangling it to death in a joke Among them, "If you mean that the material obtained from me is fruitful, remember to pay for it - it doesn't need to be too much, the food here is not to my liking, just treat me to a supper at night."

I also know that he will not answer directly, whether he can understand or not is another matter—Xia Jingzhe laughed angrily at his overly incomprehensible answer, and picked up a chopstick nearby and stuffed it into his bowl: "Who told you, little girl?" If the child can skip dinner and miss supper, hurry up and stop nagging, idiot."