The Villain Uncle Dressed As The Hero

Chapter 31 Here he comes

Shen Qiaohe walked to him and put the door with his backhand.

He squatted down and called him, "Aqing."

After a while, He Qing seemed to have recovered.

He shivered all over and held himself tighter.

When his eyes slowly focused on Shen Qiao and his body, it seemed to be stimulated again.

He staggered up and began to paint in front of the drawing board.

He turned out the watercolor and began to apply it. After drawing an oil painting, he tore it off again. He changed the sketch pen and began to draw. The painting was quite beautiful, but he was not satisfied with it.

Draw and tear, tear, draw.

He muttered, "I don't want to draw comics, I don't want to draw comics, I don't want to draw comics!"

The whole person fell into a state of demons on the verge of collapse.

Finally, He Qing raised the drawing board and smashed it on the wall. After seeing Shen Qiaohe standing in the corner, He Qing seemed to suddenly find the vent. He took the pen holder, struggled to smash Shen Qiaohe, and roared at him, "I can't think of anything!" I can't think of anything! I don't want to draw comics anymore!"

After roaring, he was out of strength, his body slipped down the wall, knelt on the ground and did not move, only his back fluctuated slightly.

Shen Qiaohe, who was hit by the pen holder, immediately saw blood on his forehead. He looked at the scene in front of him, listened to He Qing's roar through the room, and remembered that when he first saw He Qing, the clean and refreshing teenager stood in front of him with a little embarrassment, shy but energetic.

In the early stage of the business, Shen Qiao and with the help of Huo Qing set up the studio and changed their name to "myesterious · Mystery".

He Qing was their first painter. He is also Shen Qiao and the most attentive painter.

He Qing murmured repeatedly, "Don't lie to me. I don't have talent at all. I don't have talent at all. I can't win the game, and I can't think of the story! I'm a loser! I'm just a loser!"

It is his pressure that has grown rapidly with He Qing's fame in the past three years.

Generally, famous cartoonists will have screenwriters, editors, line assistants, coloring assistants, etc., but at the beginning, they created all-round human settings for He Qing. In recent years, He Qing has indeed been a whole comic. So he is under too much pressure. After painting the snow series. He Qing was in anxiety for a long time, because he couldn't think of a better story than the previous one. However, as a cartoonist, skills are only auxiliary, and the key is the story itself.

Liu Tao had previously proposed to find a storywriter, but Shen Qiaohe rejected it. He knows He Qing so well that he doesn't allow others to touch his works at all.

When He Qing was finally exhausted, Shen Qiaohe walked in front of him and stretched out his hand and stroked his back: "A Qing."

Hearing Shen Qiaohe's voice, He Qing finally collapsed. He cried and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't think of anything. I can't figure out anything. I'm really useless."

Shen Qiao and his eyelashes, regardless of the pain from his forehead, stretched out his hand to appease He Qing's back: "You are not useless people. The studio and I need you."

Shen Qiaohe went in for three hours. Xu Lei was in a hurry outside the door and wanted to call the police several times, but he thought of Shen Qiaohe's instructions.