Learn about the human body

Criticism is criticism. After a few days of reflection at home, Tang's mother arranged for him a temporary job-to be an assistant in an animation studio.

As a major economic province in the south, Province D is also at the forefront in the development of emerging cultural industries, and has formed its own A cultural industry chain.The place where Tang Qizhen went to practice this time was the Peacock New District Business Incubation Base designed by his father. Although his family didn't say it clearly, he knew in his heart that this internship job was more or less entrusted to his parents.Otherwise, who would want a kid who just finished a year of college and has no experience as a temporary worker.

This is the largest animation studio in the park, with several chief writers, who mainly contribute to magazines and comic apps.Tang Qizhen brought a few works that he copied recently, and the personnel did not embarrass him, and took him directly to the meeting room to meet Mrs. Qiushui, the main writer.

Tang Qizhen took a closer look, the wife of the main writer had already married, and the dangling ring on her left hand was swearing sovereignty all the time, but judging from her dressing style, she should be a girlish girl.The two chatted fairly harmoniously. Qiu Shui emphasized some precautions, and first gave him the 2P draft to draw the line.

When he walked into the office with the digital tablet in his hand, he was very cautious, and slipped quietly to his seat.However, it still attracted the attention of the people around. A young lady in bear pajamas walked up to him: "You are the little brother who came to practice, right?"

Tang Qizhen exchanged glances with her, and immediately said, "Hello, senior."

"Haha..." The young lady laughed heartily and patted his head, "Kawaii Desna~" She pointed to the table decoration and the bookshelf behind her as she spoke, telling him not to be restrained, and to visit as he pleases. .

Now, instead of knowing what to say, he smiled shyly, thanked him in return, stuffed two pieces of chewing gum in his mouth, and hurried to work.The job of the line drawing assistant is to judge whether the lines are useful and the perspective relationship of the character background, and draw the fine grass into closed lines for easy coloring.He was very careful when drawing, while adapting to his wife's painting style, he analyzed the human body structure in her brush.He was not proficient at the first job, so he sketched the 2p manuscript all morning, and after confirming that it was correct, he sent it to the chief writer for review.

He was fairly confident in his skills, but his wife asked him to come over a few minutes later.Tang Qizhen guessed that something was wrong, so he walked to the next office with a sullen face.

The main writer cut to the chase, directly compared with the original picture, and picked out seven or eight flaws, such as the direction of the hair line, the folds of the clothes, and so on.Tang Qizhen was dumbfounded when he heard this, and after a closer look, he realized that he did not completely follow the draft, or he did not understand the main writer's intention at all, which led to poor consideration of the details - a deviation of a line, the heroine's hand looks like Not full anymore.

Unexpectedly, after studying painting for more than ten years, I still haven't completely got rid of the curse of "handicapped party".Tang Qizhen became more and more embarrassed, lowered his head and quietly observed his fingers, and heard the chief writer say: "There are many mannequins on the table and in the bookcase, you can look for the feeling. Your mother sent you here to learn skills Yes, I must be strict with you."

"Thank you, teacher-in-chief." He humbly thanked him and left the office silently.

The young lady at the next table came to chat with him again, only then did Tang Qizhen notice that a large wall behind him was full of figurines, gunpla and mannequins.Driven by curiosity, he picked up a few figures of the DC universe to play with, and took a few small molds and put them on the table for reference.

The teacher had very high demands on him, and he corrected it eight times. In the end, Tang Qizhen began to doubt himself, and the villain on the table was also twisted into various difficult yoga moves by him to vent his anger. was put back.

Fortunately, on the first day of work, my mother was kind enough to send someone to pick him up.As soon as they got home, their parents started asking questions. Tang Qizhen was physically and mentally exhausted, so he went back to the room to rest after saying a few perfunctory words.

In the next few days, he became more proficient and got acquainted with his colleagues. Sometimes he would bring coffee and hot cocoa for the lady at the next table, and he made brown sugar popcorn together during lunch break.

Tomorrow is the deadline, and it's almost ten o'clock when I get off work.Now his parents won't send someone to pick him up, and the night in the new district is terribly empty, except for the towering LED lights, the bright halo and the occasional speeding motorcycle, there is only a calm river.

At [-]:[-], there was the last train around the city. Tang Qizhen saw that there was still enough time, so he turned on the navigation and walked along the bridge.After not checking the news for a day, he found that his Weibo, which he hadn't logged in for a long time, had actually pushed a reminder—a message from classmate Jiumi, a tenth-level iron fan, sent him a message.

He opened it and saw that Jiumi was admitted to the university of his choice as he wished, and posted the admission letter.This was actually what he expected. Tang Qizhen felt very moved when he saw the long thank you words, and almost told her "your brother told me about it" in a flash of his brain, and quickly deleted it when he recovered. He just said congratulations coldly.

Jiumi asked him again if he was busy recently, and he hadn't released a design draft for several months.This question seemed to be a public punishment, Tang Qizhen subconsciously wanted to avoid his cooing behavior, and replied coldly.

Or seeing that he answered very perfunctorily, the little fans didn't bother anymore.Tang Qizhen, who quit the chat interface, looked at the river under the bridge reflecting the neon lights of the city, feeling a little sad for some reason.

It is true that the people here are quite simple, gathered together for love and niche culture, and they are not as sophisticated as described in the business war workplace.Tang Qizhen occasionally listened to their gossip, and only then did he know that the familiar young lady next door has changed several studios after graduation and has been doing coloring, just like the assembly line during the industrial revolution.

There is a long way to go from an assistant to a chief writer, which requires both strength and opportunity; after becoming a chief writer, whether you can leave a good work or not also requires opportunities.Most people just regard this industry as a job, and they are mediocre, with a salary of four to five thousand a month, barely getting by in first- and second-tier cities.

But this is not the life he wants, but he can't say what he really wants.

Maybe you really should go out and see.

Thinking of this, he picked up his cell phone again, and dialed Fu Yansheng by accident.

When Fu Yansheng received the call, he was sitting at his desk, not reading and studying, but measuring his temperature and blood pressure.

A series of events last semester stimulated him too much. In order to prevent himself from doing something irreversible, he still took anti-anxiety drugs under the doctor's advice.Now I have tried to quit the medicine for a few days, and I have repeated insomnia and nightmares, and I feel dizzy all day long.

It was a withdrawal reaction. He had read many clinical reports before, but he did not expect to feel so uncomfortable when it was his turn to bear it.

Suddenly Tang Qizhen called.

Fu Yansheng did not leave any special remarks for him, but the three words "Tang Qizhen" excited him the most.

He leaned back in the chair, rubbed the space between his brows, and swiped the answer button.

"Senior, good evening." A familiar voice came from the phone, and there seemed to be noises beside it.

Fu Yansheng narrowed his eyes vigilantly: "Where are you, haven't you come home so late?"

He had a low-grade fever and his voice sounded muffled.Tang Qizhen immediately asked back, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's okay." He prevaricated and repeated why you haven't come home yet.

Only then did Tang Qizhen feel relieved, and began to tell him about his experience of working during the summer vacation.Listening to his eloquent tone, Fu Yansheng could feel that he had indeed had some great insights in the past month, but he was so dizzy that he really couldn't answer the conversation properly, which seemed a bit perfunctory.

Tang Qizhen thought that he was not interested in these things, so he stopped discussing the philosophy of life with him, and instead asked, "What are you doing in the summer vacation, senior?"

"In the laboratory, I did a project research with my tutor and several seniors. I will be a tutor for the rest of the time. The other party is a junior high school student." He answered truthfully.However, I went to see a psychiatrist a few days ago, and after making up my mind to quit the drug, I locked myself at home.

"Wow, is project research considered scientific research? Is it the kind that can be published as SCI?"

"It's not that powerful, it's just some very common research on biological cells." Hearing his adoring voice, Fu Yansheng couldn't help but smile, "If I can issue SCI in my junior year, I can directly apply for it when I graduate. Promoted to Chief Physician."

When it came to graduation, Tang Qizhen remembered what his mother said before, and took a deep breath: "Senior, let me tell you something. I plan to go abroad after I graduate."

"Going abroad? Which country are you going to?"

"Country K, the ideal is to apply for Margaret's offer, a two-year postgraduate program, which is one year faster than in China."

Fu Yansheng frowned immediately when he heard this. K country, two years, this means a distance of more than 1 kilometers and a difference of more than 700 days.

His heart throbbed suddenly, and he staggered back to bed.The adverse reaction during drug withdrawal exacerbated his anxiety, stimulating his extremely fragile nerves, and the pain began to spread along with the body.

He tried his best to suppress that feeling, but on the other end of the phone, Tang Qizhen's brisk voice happily describing his future blueprint kept stimulating him, making him unable to stop his wild thoughts.

He didn't want to be separated, not for a moment.Whether past present or future.He has done so much for Tang Qizhen, isn't it enough to impress him and keep him by his side?

He really wanted to tell this little guy that he was sick now, very sick, and let him appear by his side immediately, hold him to drink water and take medicine, and coax him to sleep.

"Hello? Senior, are you alright?" Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, Tang Qizhen shouted anxiously.

The nail of the index finger clamped into the flesh again, Fu Yansheng turned over and tried to calm his breath.After a while, he replied with a feeble "um" with his utmost rationality, and hung up the phone.

The phone slid half a meter along the sheet.

It was only then that Fu Yansheng understood that he was quitting drugs, but he was clearly quitting Tang Qizhen.

But now he doesn't want to quit.

After lying curled up on the bed for a while, he broke out in a cold sweat, managed to find the phone and dialed his sister's number.

"Do you have Tang Qizhen's contact information?" He cut to the chase, "Hey, help my brother with something."