On the weekend, Zhong Yue did not get up very early as usual. He was fucked by those little girls last night. In the end, the handsome men and beautiful women in the magazine were drunk by Zhong Yue. For Zhong Yue, it was too easy to make alcohol useless. Today he did not get up because he was learning drawing skills in the system.

Nowadays, Zhong Yue’s learning to draw is no longer the way he used to learn to learn to the baby. He needs to learn step by step. What he needs to improve now is how to express and express better.

"Old Feng, you should know that Mr. Xu Beihong and Bai Shiweng?"

"Well. Beihong is about the same age as me, but as for Bai Shiweng, he is a senior. Both of them have become famous painters in modern times."

Zhong Yue looked at Feng Zikai's peaceful gaze and said, "Do you think you can reach their height in terms of artistic quality? Or why, no one regards your painting as a guideline?"

"A diamond, is it precious?"

"Um."

Feng Zikai sat on the sofa and said, "Is it precious for a lover, or is it precious to the meaning behind it?"

"I'm learning subtraction, and I feel like drawing like that, and it's much easier."

Feng Zikai said: "Drawing is a relaxed and pleasant thing. If a painting takes a month or even a year for the painter, it is not something worth ease and pride for me."

Every artist has his own understanding of art and his own style. Zhong Yue knew that during the Republic of China, the paintings of this super popular artist were completely popular among these comic works, newspapers, magazines, and even cigarettes and matchboxes today.

However, Feng Zikai's works are not like Xu Beihong's masterpiece with transcendent techniques, so it is more like a secret sour plum soup that can be bought everywhere on the street, but is unique. It is delicious and quenches thirst and is memorable, but no one will treat it as a banquet.

The same is true for the issues that Zhong Yue had been thinking about calligraphy creation. The birth of those famous works was not deliberately created to leave behind any works. They were just recording certain moments, but because the calligraphers added artistic beauty at that moment, they became the pearls of shining lights, so the same is true for painting.

Regarding the beauty of painting, Feng Zikai's Chinese comics are based on human nature and the direction of thinking. In the Chinese painting techniques, they have become a secondary position, so one plus and one subtraction makes his paintings an alternative landscape. So, Zhong Yue is now pursuing the depth of his paintings without considering how much his paintings can be worth.

Bang bang bang bang!

Bang bang!

"Qiushan!"

When Zhong Yue exited the brushwork system, the red painted wooden door of the rental house pounded. He put on his clothes and walked over and opened the door. The landlord muttered, "Sleep so hard... Look, someone is looking for you."

Zhong Yue looked back and saw Zhao Lele's anxious look, so he opened the door a little wider. Then he thought of the mess in his room, and instantly slammed the door again.

"Teacher Qiu...Teacher?"

Zhong Yue threw all his clothes into the frame, folded the quilt quickly, pulled open the curtains and pushed the window open, and opened the door in three steps.

"Teacher Qiu..."

Zhong Yue stretched out his hand and asked Zhao Lele to come into the house before talking.

"I found it according to the contact address on your resume. I didn't expect that Teacher Qiu, you live so...simplely."

Zhong Yue didn't have any extra cups here. Seeing the mineral water bought in the supermarket a few days ago, he took a bottle and handed it to Zhao Lele. Now there is not much left in his pocket.

"Thank you, oh, I'm here to find you something urgent. You can read this." Zhao Lele took out a magazine from his bag and handed it to Zhong Yue.

Zhong Yue has taken the magazine, which is the journal of Digest this month. He looks at the newness of the magazine and the gloss of the cover. If Zhao Lele didn’t intend to protect it well, then he just bought it.

"Teacher Qiu, this is just published. You look at the cover and the illustrations inside."

The large picture on the cover is very obvious, which is very similar to the picture before Zhong Yue. When Zhong Yue looked through the illustrations inside, the style is also very similar to his. It is obvious that this was plagiarized and imitated.

Zhong Yue turned to the title page, and usually the art editors responsible for illustrations would be placed here.

Ding Fenfen, it was indeed her.

Zhong Yue brought a piece of paper: "Do you understand?"

Zhao Lele said anxiously: "I have already told the editor-in-chief just now. What do you think the key?"

Zhong Yue quickly wrote: "Imitation doesn't matter, I have confidence."

"But the composition style is too similar, and as the cover of a magazine, few people will appreciate it very seriously. Although I can clearly feel that your cover design painting with Teacher Qiu must be obviously not as good as yours, but if you think too much about the composition and color, it will give people a sense of similarity and seriously affect the sales of the magazine."

While the two were talking, the sound of high heels came from the corridor, and the cloth shoes worn by the landlord obviously could not make such a noise.

"Qiushan, I'm sorry for coming to trouble you on the weekend."

Zhong Yue could only let Liu Ping sit on the edge of the bed, and there were no other seats in the room. Liu Ping read the magazine and said angrily: "How can Ding Fenfen be like this? She is so shameless."

"Editor-in-chief, or should we go over and look for her?"

"It's useless. The drafts drawn by Qiu Shan don't have any publication records, so it's difficult to constitute infringement." Liu Ping put a cowhide envelope on Zhong Yue's desk. "So, Teacher Qiu... Please re-draw them without plagiarizing the content. I understand that you are not at fault. We leaked your drafts to Ding Fenfen, but I didn't expect them to be so despicable! These are compensations to you."

Zhong Yue was silent for a moment and wrote: "I want to ask, when will the New Reader be published this month?"

"If you go well and don't postpone the submission, it will probably be in a week. Do you have any problems?"

Zhong Yue rubbed the paper and said, "I will repaint it, but I ask that this journal be published within three days."

"Three days? Is this... too hurry?"

Zhong Yue was not going to write it down, so he sat waiting for Liu Ping's reply. To be honest, the act of plagiarism and copying was a bit shameful. Zhong Yue did not expect that this woman would have such a strong desire to revenge.

"Sorry, Teacher Qiu, I think I have to ask the president for advice."

Zhong Yue raised his hand and signaled that he was light.

Liu Ping was talking rustling outside the door, and Zhong Yue had already handed a note with the written words to Zhao Lele.

The red painted wooden door was pushed open, Liu Ping covered her cell phone and asked softly: "The president asked what you want to do?"
Chapter completed!