"Ah! It's so annoying!"

Charlene, a girl with a cartoonist dream, sat in front of the computer, scratched her hair hard, looking distressed.

In the dim room, Charlene's face, which was set against the blue light of the computer screen, was a little haggard.

It has been four hours since 8 am to twelve noon now. Facing the digital tablet, she felt a little unaware of her ability to start.

In general, her mind is now full of trouble and she has no idea about the subsequent plot of the comic.

Charlene comforted herself in her heart. This is the trouble of a creator who insists on originality. It is indeed difficult to recreate everything with your own understanding.

As a creator, the biggest pain should be that you cannot start writing while facing a computer.

Charlene took a deep breath, stood up, slowly walked to the window, pulled the curtain open, and the sunlight shone into the room in an instant, and the room suddenly became brighter. When she opened the window, a fresh air spread in.

Charlene, who was upset because she had no creative thoughts, suddenly vomited a tightness in her chest and felt relaxed and happy.

The sunshine at noon in Harbour City was not very warm, and there was only a hint of warmth on his face. Even though there was still no creative inspiration now, this feeling made Charlene feel very comfortable.

She likes this leisurely feeling, so she chooses to become a freelancer. Perhaps the job is unstable and the income is not fixed.

But being able to choose to do what you like in the environment you like is really great.

Charlene loved this state deeply. Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, she was still looking for inspiration in her mind.

In an instant, a flash of inspiration flashed by. Although it was very blurred, it was no different from the same direction for Charlene.

She quickly jumped to the computer, grabbed the capacitance pen and drew and wrote on the tablet.

With a focused look, a few hours passed without paying attention, and the sunlight shining into the room had turned golden. Charlene drew the last stroke and looked at the computer screen with satisfaction.

The original blank document has a hasty structure, and basically the image of the characters in the painting cannot be seen.

It took a few hours, and Charlene just sketched some plots in her mind.

Even though she is already a little cartoonist full-time at home, she can only draw two small chapters in a week, and creating is not an easy task.

Just as Charlene was resting, there was a knock on the door outside the door, and grandma's voice came in: "Xiao Lin! Don't be stuck in the room all day, someone comes to find you."

"Look for me? Who is it?"

Charlene was a little confused. At the beginning of returning to Harbour City, many old friends did ask for her to go out. However, these days, because she wanted to stay at home to think about the plot, draw the manuscript, and refuse a few times, no one came to look for her again.

After half a month of no one made an appointment, Charlene suddenly said that someone was looking for her.

She opened the door and looked at Lao Xia Po and said, "Grandma, you told them that I don't have time, and I'll talk about it when I finish what I'm doing."

Charlene thought it was the group of sisters who were studying, but she didn't think much about why she didn't make an appointment with her on WeChat, but went home in person.

"What are you talking about? Those two people said they came to find you to write a script. It was introduced by Yu Qing last time, and they said they must meet you."

Old Xia's wife mentioned Yu Qing with a look of regret. She saw Xia Lin's hair that looked like a chicken coop, her eyes were shivering and a loose pink pajama. She was so beautiful that she was a girl with no temperament. She couldn't help but teach her granddaughter a lesson: "You said that you dress like this all day long, how can you meet people? If you continue like this, how can you get married in the future?"

"I really don't know if it's right to support you in doing this. I've held that computer all day long and didn't see much money earned, but I've been so troubled that I can't find a partner."

Charlene dared not refute and smirked awkwardly.

However, since the two people downstairs were introduced by Yu Qing, they still have to meet each other. After all, he was able to firmly embark on the road of comics, and the man named Yu Qing played a great role.

However, Xia Lin still had some questions in her heart. She usually just chatted with Yu Qing on WeChat for a few simple words, why did she suddenly ask someone to come to find her?

Thinking of this question, he said, "Grandma, please greet them first, I will change my clothes and go down."

Old Xia responded and turned and went down the stairs.

Charlene changed her clothes, tied her hair into a ponytail, then went downstairs and came to the living room, and saw her grandmother entertaining two people.

One pot cover is full of literary taste, and the other is tall and looks very fierce.

When Charlene approached, the two people happened to see each other, they looked over and nodded. She was about to say hello, but she heard her grandmother complaining about her again.

"My Xiaolin! But graduates from key universities are good at everything. But they seem to be possessed recently. They insist on doing some freelance work and don't deal with themselves often, making themselves like savages in the mountains. When they see her, you can bear it and don't be scared."

Seeing the two people's expressions were strange. They were like laughing but holding them to their hearts. They felt ashamed and wanted to commit suicide. Seeing that grandma seemed to be endless, she wanted to say something else. She immediately walked forward and said coquettishly: "Grandma!"

When the old lady turned around and saw her granddaughter, she didn't react and replied: "Oh!"

Charlene leaned down and whispered in grandma's ear: "Is there anyone like you who harmed her granddaughter in front of outsiders?"

Old Xia's wife beat her and said, "Is it fake? Is it necessary to harm you?"

Charlene was covered in black lines.

The two visitors were Zhang Luobu and Chen Guangshuo. At this moment, they were still secretly surprised when they saw the owner coming out.

He studied and worked in a big city. Not to mention anything else, he saw many exquisite and beautiful girls. When he first met this girl, he was still amazed by her bare face.

He murmured in his heart, Yu Qing asked to shoot this girl's work. Could it be that the drunkard's intention was not to drink?

Chen Guangshuo didn't want to spend more time. After all, Yu Qing asked for it as soon as possible. Before the girl and her grandmother continued, she said, "You are Miss Charlene! I heard Yu Qing talk about you as a beautiful cartoonist. I don't believe it yet. Now that I see a real person, I can't believe it anymore."

Zhang Luobu listened, narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Chen Guangshuo, wondering in his heart that he had come with the pot cover, why didn’t he hear Mr. Yu say this?

Xia Lin smiled slightly, waved her hand and said humbly, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm embarrassed." She stopped standing, but sat down in front of Chen Guangshuo and asked, "I don't know, is there anything you are going to find me?"
Chapter completed!