"The Trajectory of Dreams" Author: limeng

"Xiao Zhang, your paintings are very good, but you know, in China, there is no market for comics, and the publishing house disagrees.

I'm sorry, I can't help you."

"Hey! Hey!"

"Dou!!!Dou!!!"

“Which university did you graduate from?”

“I——graduate from high school.”

"Sorry, the minimum requirement for our recruitment is to graduate from undergraduate degree."

"Can you see my painting first?"

"I'm sorry, I believe you will find the right job for you."

Zhang Lintao slowly walked towards home with his head down. He failed again! Is the path he chose really wrong? He pushed his glasses,

A smile appeared on his pretty face. What else? Even when facing Yang Pan's terrifying shot, he was not afraid of it.

This is how the goalkeeper fell down again and again, and he got up again and again, firmly holding the goal behind him.

Zhang Lintao is the only child in the family. His parents have high expectations for this smart child, but he did not expect that he would do his best for football.

He didn't even go to college! This made Zhang's father very angry.

After entering the home on the 5th floor, my father was flipping through the newspaper. When he saw Zhang Lintao entering the door, he asked coldly: "No,"

Is it OK?" Zhang Lintao nodded and said "Yes".

The atmosphere in the room gradually became dull and depressing. Zhang Lintao walked gently to a table in the corner and carried it with him.

He took out the painting paper and brush from his schoolbag, allowing his spirit to slowly immerse himself in the painting.

"Your mother and I asked someone to help you find a job and work as a draftsman in a machinery factory. We are well treated."

"But I just want to draw comics."

"Draw and draw! You know how to draw!" My father suddenly became excited and rushed up and grabbed Zhang Lintao's drawing and threw it out of the window.

"Dad!" Zhang Lintao stood up in surprise, and tears rushed into his eyes with grievance.

But looking at his father's angry red face and the white hair on his head, Zhang Lintao calmed down. He understood something, but—

"I'm sorry, dad. But I really just want to draw. It's my dream!" After saying this, Zhang Lintao turned around and rushed.

When I went out, I didn't let my father see the tears that finally burst out from my eyes.

Downstairs, the drawings were blown by the wind, and some of them were floating far away. Zhang Lintao squatted on the ground and picked them up one by one.

Suddenly a sweet voice rang in my ears: "For you." Zhang Lintao raised his head, the red sunset hung in the sky, and below was a picture

The girl's smiley face. The girl is about the same age as him and dresses simply, but gives people a fresh and lovely feeling.

After taking the drawing handed over by the girl, Zhang Lintao said sincerely: "Thank you."

The girl raised her head and said with a smile, "It's nothing." Then she asked, "Is this what you drew?"

"Um."

“It was so good to draw!”

Zhang Lintao touched his head, not knowing what to say.

Looking at Zhang Lintao's appearance, the girl couldn't help but smile again. She thought this dull boy with glasses was really interesting, but he

The painting is really good. Not as good as-

"By the way, I'm working on a website with a few friends, and I'm missing a beauty editor. You're so good at painting, can you help me

We?"

"Me?" Zhang Lintao's mind was almost impossible to turn around. He thought about it and suddenly laughed. "Okay!" As a goalkeeper,

He believes in his intuition and judgment.

"Yeah!" The girl suddenly jumped up: "This time the webmaster is going to praise me!" She ignored Zhang Lintao staring at her,

Write a few lines of words on the drawing with a brush and stuff it into Zhang Lintao's hand, "I'm going to rush back and tell everyone this good news!"

The girl waved goodbye excitedly, walked to the corner of the street, suddenly turned around and shouted, "Don't come." Zhang Lintao was still

He nodded blankly, and the girl disappeared as if she had disappeared in the air. He lowered his head and looked at the lines of words, murmured: "The original fate! fate?

Is it fate? It's so hard to recognize the word "."

Yuantao Studio.

It was already three o'clock in the evening. Zhang Lintao put down his brush, stretched his tired waist long, and used to facing the table next to him with his right hand.

He touched it up. As usual, a cup of hot coffee was placed there. He took a sip of it, and his fatigue seemed to disappear.

Turning around, the girl was buried in front of the computer in the small compartment next to her and was watching something. The only two of them were left in Ruoda's studio.

"What are you doing?"

"I spread Brother Lin Hai's latest novel to the website. Do you know that today our **Literature Network has more than 100,000 visits!"

"That's great. I just painted the last issue."

"Is that so? Then our visits will grow. Take the painting over and I'll take a sneak peek. Hehe, this is my patent."

"How about it?"

"not good!"

Zhang Lintao's heart was sober that he hurriedly asked: "Where is not good?"

"That goalkeeper not only failed to win the championship, but his hand was kicked and ruined. It was so miserable. You should have met a nurse's little sister while recuperating.

As the saying goes, if you are disappointed in the court, you are proud of your love."

After feeling relieved, Zhang Lintao deliberately smiled bitterly: "Miss, this is too cliché, isn't it? Unless--"

"Unless what?"

"Unless the nurse's little girl in the painting's original name is Yuan."

"Go to death! Don't be that way. Otherwise, you'll be nice!"

"Hahaha"

"Good evening, everyone, everyone. This is the final scene of the 2010 World Cup. I am Wang Jianxiang. Today I will join me for everyone.

The people who judge the football are still our old friends: the famous football cartoonist and football critic Zhang Lintao."

"Good evening everyone."

"Lin Tao, you used to be a goalkeeper and also painted comics. So your views are unique and often hit the nail on the head, but they are not without exaggeration and secrecy.

Mo is deeply loved by the audience. You and many of the national team members are also good friends. Here you can predict this for everyone.

A game?"

"Teacher Wang, you have won the award. Here I want to say boldly: I have a premonition that we will be the champion! Because I played the national anthem just now

At that time, I noticed the light shining in Zhang Jun, Yang Pan, Li Yongle and others' eyes. Firm, persistent and full of confidence. After going through hardships,

Here, they will never let us down.”

"Okay, the game has begun. Let's wait and see."
Chapter completed!