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Chen Zhe rarely dreamed.

I dreamed that I became a whale, sinking in the dark sea, sometimes singing with my companions, sometimes teasing other small fish in the sea, floating on the water to sleep at night when the weather is fine.In the dream, he was also a simple whale, and he didn't dream at all when he was sleeping, but tonight he was unlucky, and just fell into a sleep state when he bumped into an isolated island.

It hurt so much, Chen Zhe raised his hand to cover his head and realized that he was dreaming. He was still on the beanbag sofa in his study, covered with a small blanket.

There are no whales, no seas and no islands.

Chen Zhe covered his head with a blanket but couldn't sleep anymore. Why did he bump into that island?Have you seen any island before?Chen Zhe got stuck on the road from fish to man, and he couldn't help thinking about these two questions.

When he realized that he was not a fish, the two questions changed again. Why was it Zhang Yi?Why did he become like this?

Why Zhang Yi?He has been thinking about this question for almost five years.Why did he become like this?He thought about this question for two weeks since he met Zhang Yi again.

He knew Zhang Yi, unilaterally.

Chen Zhe won the grand prize in provincial competitions in his first year of high school. He knew that he was often punished to stand because of clothing problems in his second year of high school. He knew the results of every mock test in his third year of high school.But don't know why he is here now.

Knowing or knowing nothing.

Chen Zhe sighed, unable to fall asleep, got up, rolled up the blanket and went upstairs.His study is actually a game room, and he still likes to draw in the bedroom.

When I came back to the room and turned on the computer, this set of comics was drawn smoothly, and the first part can be completed tomorrow.

Chen Zhe continued to post online points for the characters. He liked the story written by Zhang Yi very much, but for some reason it didn't get much response on the Internet, and the reading volume was dismal without any recommendations.

Before publishing the manga, I had to go to Zhang Yi for authorization, online or offline. Thinking about Zhang Yi's cautious attitude before, let him know that he read his article.

When painting, time probably flows at a geometric multiple speed. When Chen Zhe felt his eyes were sore, it was already dawn, and it was too late to sleep. There was still a class this morning.

Chen Zhe put a glass of milk on the table, and took a taxi after a long night.

It was raining, and it became dark as soon as Chen Zhe went out, and the wind rolled the leaves and made a rustling sound.

"Boy, it's going to rain." The driver tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, "Have you brought an umbrella?"

Chen Zhe took off his earphones, and the raindrops fell on the roof of the car, big and small beads fell on the jade plate.

"Fuck..." Chen Zhe suddenly slapped his thigh so frightened that the driver slammed on the brakes and stepped on it.

"what's up lad"

"I forgot my umbrella..."

"It's okay, this rain won't last long."

The author has something to say:

The first paragraph in my mind is considered finished. The full text is estimated to be controlled within 3w.

Or practice your ability to write scenes