Cartoonist's Dream

"Huh—no more drawing!" Li Mu casually dropped the pen on the table, spit out a stomach full of air, slumped on the chair and closed her eyes slightly.

"What do you mean not drawing anymore! There is still an hour before the lunch break! Hurry up and draw two more pictures." Wang Bingyu urged Li Mu.

He only drew 8p manga from 11 o'clock in the morning to 6 o'clock now.But to be honest, this kind of painting speed has surpassed the limit of human beings, and in terms of speed, it is already comparable to others in the world.If other cartoonists can skip the drafting stage and draw lines directly, they can draw on the draft paper without thinking about it, probably at this speed.However, Wang Bingyu was still greedy, because she had already booked a flight back to Hong Kong in the afternoon, and it was best to leave with her luggage in advance at noon.

Although he hoped to get two more manuscripts, Limu finally changed to a large manuscript paper and drew a mess of tangled threads.

It is similar to the pattern drawn by continuous circles on the paper when the ballpoint pen cannot write. [

"What is this? Tangled wool?! Abstract painting?" Wang Bingyu looked at it with one hand on the table.

The full-open drawing paper used for drawing is placed on the table, but the pattern on it is not a mess of twisted lines, it will have a sense of delicacy when you look carefully.But if you stare at it closely, after a while, you will feel as if you are lost in some unknown thorn forest, which makes you feel uneasy.

"I admit that it has certain value, but you get up and draw another page!" The woman who was not the editor in charge of Limu urged dutifully, and tried to prop him up with both hands towards Limu's fork.

"Please stop. Li Mu is already tired. Health is the prerequisite for work. Look at his tired look." Seeing Li Mu who was almost limp, Mo Moxin carefully grabbed Wang Bingyu's hand and prevented her from approaching Li Mu.

At this time, Li Mu is like a painter who has not had to sleep all day and night, and has worked hard to complete his works.From a state of full energy, he suddenly became listless, lying shriveled on the large plastic chair and unable to move.

"But what exactly is this painting about?" Wang Bingyu disliked this kind of "non-business" the most. He was obviously a professional cartoonist, and the editor was still urging manuscripts, but he still drew these inexplicable things.

Headache mess?Ominous abstract painting?Let's paint another time.

"This is my mind map." Li Mu vigorously waved his hand.

It's not that he can't tell the time, but that he can't let go of inspiration when it comes. This is a special task related to his life.Anyway, I only turn on the "Map Projector" to paint now, and I only painted for three hours in the morning, and I was still very energetic before using "God's Stroke".It's just that the spirit is really tired after using it once...

"Aren't you going to draw manga today?"

"The number of manuscripts has already exceeded your predetermined goal, right? New manuscripts will be sent after review and serialization. Please rest assured about this." Mo Moxin said in place of the completely decadent Li Mu.

Mo Moxin was two years older than Wang Bingyu, but in terms of strength, she was still not as strong as the responsible editor. In fact, like Li Mu, she used to focus on making herself smooth.

Wang Bingyu nodded, and sat on the side reviewing these manuscripts that did not need to be reviewed at all. She packed all the comics and scripts into file bags.

"I said... Do you feel that someone is looking over here?" Li Mu, who was mentally exhausted, received the scorching gaze more and more sensitively.

But this time, none of the people present felt it.Nai, after resting for a while, Li Mu returned to her home, and Sheng Nan and Mo Moxin also went home from get off work to take a lunch break.

Above the swimming pool, the telescope lens followed Li Mu to the balcony.

"Ah, I've entered the house, but unfortunately I can't see the inside of the house." Muzi lamented.

The Limu family's house faces east from west, and the gymnasium is located on the southeast side of the house.The door of his house is facing the balcony, and the passage of the balcony is facing the gymnasium. The house without air conditioning in summer is undoubtedly open.However, due to the difference in light between inside and outside the house, Muzi could not see the details of the house even with an astronomical telescope.

but……[

(Shirts! Pants! Underpants! — Wow, they’re all from Pear Wood!)

The Limu family is a family of three, and it is not difficult to tell who the clothes hanging on the balcony belong to.The boy's little snow-white socks were hanging under the clips and swaying in the wind. These close-fitting clothes were full of a boy's atmosphere.

Ahh, I'm so nervous...!

Muzi's heart beat faster, his face was flushed, his saliva continued to secrete, and his mind was full of thoughts of taking these things for himself.

#哔哔听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听听！

The whistle sounded in the swimming pool, and the sharp whistle pierced through the ceiling, interrupting Muzi's strange thoughts.

(No, time is up, if you don’t go down to gather, you will be found.) Muzi hurriedly packed up his things and slipped back to the locker room from the roof, put the binoculars in his sports bag, rushed back from the shower room to the swimming pool.

At noon, she slept soundly in the dormitory of the gymnasium.

Pingnan Gymnasium has been very famous since it was built. It is a place for training city athletes.After the reform and opening up, the gymnasium opened civilian training classes, and several dormitories for athletes to rest were vacated.

Both training sessions and lunch breaks are extremely lucrative.

The gymnasium that has tasted the sweetness has built a public open-air swimming pool outside the swimming pool. Seeing the continuous stream of swimmers, it has doubled in size. Recently, a luxurious super-long slide has been built to attract customers.

In addition to the swimming pool, the gymnasium also has a skating hall, a badminton hall, and a basketball hall. There is even a baseball field. Croquet near the baseball field is the most popular sport for the elderly.

Muzi took part in ballet training in the afternoon.

The ballet hall is definitely not a place to enjoy, just doing the splits and bending over is enough to make the girls cry.However, Muzi enjoyed her training here, she tightened her waist with greater strength than others, trying to make her ribs shrink inward over time.Her bowed legs were gradually corrected under the scientific training of the coach.

Afternoon training was miserable for the girls.But the only thing that made Muzi feel painful was that the intensive practice in the afternoon prevented her from taking time to see Limu.This ballet coach is the strictest teacher she has ever seen. Just as the girls who practiced ballet together said, she is a devil who specializes in abusing girls!

Probably because she is used to whipping girls, she never holds back when admonishing students.If you are lazy in the middle, you will be beaten if your waist and legs cannot stand upright, let alone taking time to sneak out to set up a telescope.

After the contact is over, almost every girl who goes home will accumulate pain all over her body,

Muzi was no exception, her ankle and ribs hurt the most, she could hardly even eat dinner...

At night, Limu's house.

Li Jiahui, who gambled outside, has not yet returned home. There are only Li Xiuli and Li Mu at home.After taking a shower, Li Xiuli wiped her body and prepared to go to bed.Li Mu seized the time to write Mo Moxin's investment plan for the next month.

In this quiet night.

Dingling, Dingling—the pleasant ringing of the phone startled Li Mu. [

Jingle Bell……

Jingle Bell

Jingle Bell! !

The phone kept ringing in the silence of the night.

"Li Mu, your phone number." Li Xiuli reminded her in the bathroom.

Li Mu stood in front of the phone in fear, the continuous ringing made him feel tight in his chest, he took a steady breath before picking up the phone.

"Hi, I'm Limu."

"..."

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"..."

"Who are you? Why do you always call at this time? Please stop playing pranks, or I will call the police!"

Click, beep, beep...the call was hung up by the other party.

Li Mu knew that it wasn't his threat that worked.

The harassing caller is a shrewd guy whose phone number keeps changing.Whether it is through technical means or changing the phone booth, the police may have difficulty finding his (her?) trace.In fact, Limu has already reported this matter to the police station, but the police station does not seem to have filed a case against the harassing phone calls.

[People are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong. ] Li Mu, who was harassed by harassing calls, deeply understood the meaning of this sentence.I don't know who the other party is, what purpose it is for, and what kind of plot it is... In short, it makes people shudder.

Is the prophecy exposed?

Is it the space-time administration to arrest people?

Or just a prank on me?

Li Mu didn't know, and didn't even dare to look directly at the phone calls that came every night.

The reason why my mother clearly said "Limu, your phone" instead of "Limu answer the phone for me" is because there is always such a call before going to bed every day.If other people in the family answer the phone and hang up, they will definitely call back later, and it will not stop until Li Mu personally answers the phone.

5 minutes after the phone call hangs up.

Wujun Muzi returned home by bicycle, walked silently into the boudoir full of books amidst his mother's questioning, changed into pajamas, took out a diary and sat at the desk to write.

【...I heard Li Mu's voice again at night, I am very happy, I can have a good dream again tonight. 】

After finishing writing, she closed the diary, opened the large locked drawer under the bed, and took out a "cushion pillow" from it.

She took apart the winter quilt and sewed this pillow. The upper end of the pillow is stained with colorful canvas, the lower end is trousers of the same color, and a sock is sewn on the left end of the trousers.The socks were also stuffed with cotton, but for some reason the other leg was left without a sock and simply closed with stitches.

After checking the locked door at last, Muzi went to bed with his tired body in his arms, and instantly stepped into a dreamland that was difficult to enter at ordinary times...

If you can turn the diary in the sports bag forward, the origin of this pillow will be clear

[Friday August 8th... so good his sock was dropped off the balcony... I finally got his sock and hope to get another one tomorrow. 】

[Sunday, August 8th... It turned out that Li Mu-jun enrolled in Taoyuan Middle School... He negotiated a special recruitment to high school... The Academic Affairs Office was too careless to casually disclose Li Mu-jun's information to others. Fortunately, this The second time is me, what if I reveal it to the bad guys...Taoyuan High School Class 8... Li Mu-kun is waiting for me. 】

[Thursday, August 8th... Because the phone interview was too annoying, Li Mu-kun changed his phone number... No, did you think I was too annoying? ...(*^__^*)hehe...Only Li Mu-kun, you and I will never give up...]

[Saturday, July 7st... Limu is on TV!So handsome...National Youth and Children Summer Vacation Painting Grand Prix? ...If I help him find that painting, he will be very happy...]