An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

Mo Chenghong is not in a hurry to arrange work, and Xu Qiao is also happy to relax.

He himself is a person who doesn't like to go out and is too lazy to move. These days, he stays at home, reading and painting, and he doesn't feel bored at all.

Li Feifei would come over to accompany him most of the time, and Xu Siyi would also come over when he was not busy with work, to have a meal together or something.

Xu Qiao doesn't pay much attention to the affairs of the industry, Li Feifei is next to him every day, and every major event in the entertainment industry is stuffed into his ears.

When Li Feifei came over with the bag that day, Xu Qiao was drawing.

He raised the packing bag in his hand: "Brother, I brought you sugar water, drink some?"

Saying that, he put the exquisitely packaged lunch box on the side table.

Xu Qiao walked over and picked up a bowl and drank a couple of sips. The coconut milk-based syrup was well-kept and hot, and the stewed taro inside was powdery and glutinous.

"It's delicious." He put down the bowl and commented sincerely.

Li Feifei also opened a bowl and said with a spoon in his mouth, "No, I bought it after waiting in line for two hours. It's a time-honored brand of sugar water. The boss is from Cantonese, his ancestors made sugar water, and his double skin milk is also a must. Here you go."

Xu Qiao was free, and even his assistant was also free.Apart from studying behind Mo Chenghong these days, Li Feifei just changed tricks to bring some delicious food to Xu Qiao who lives in the house.

After the two chatted for a while, Xu Qiao returned to the drawing board and picked up the paintbrush that had just been put down.

Li Feifei looked at the mottled palette in his hand, then at his overalls where the paint was smeared, and finally his eyes fell on the drawing board.

Nothing can be seen on the drawing paper, only large blocks of color.Xu Qiao wrote very casually, dipped the brush on the palette, used different colors to draw a lump here, and two strokes there.

He draws very quickly, as if he doesn't need to think at all. Standing by and watching, people feel that he is not moving the brush, but the feeling that the brush is pulling his wrist.

Dianxing is doing well now, and Gao Ming worried that Xu Qiao would be too busy, so he outsourced the game's beauty announcement map at a high price.

So far, the art outsourced by Dianxing has produced several new beauty posters. The paintings are so fine that there is nothing to say. In terms of the price alone, it is definitely worth the money.

It's just that whether it's Gao Ming or a fan of the end-of-the-world games, they are more inclined to the original style.The beautiful publicity pictures from Xu Qiao's hands are overkill as a publicity game alone, and it is not an understatement to call each painting a work of art.

Gao Ming discussed with Xu Qiao that the usual beauty announcements should be outsourced, and the beauty announcements for major events and festivals should still be done by Xu Qiao, provided that he has no work or is not too busy.

Xu Qiao has no opinion on this.

At this moment, he is painting for his own entertainment.

Sitting next to Li Feifei, he didn't know what was drawn on the drawing paper, but he couldn't help but be immersed in the colorful colors on it.

After looking at it for a while, he looked away and said, "Brother, do you know that Huijin Media has been quite shaken these days."

Xu Qiao didn't stop writing, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Guan Chaosheng has been in poor health." Li Feifei frowned when he thought of the man who was inexplicably embarrassing Xu Qiao before, and his voice was a little bit sad, "I have been living in the hospital until now, and my condition seems to be getting worse. A while ago, I was able to handle the work in the ward, but now I can’t do it at all.”

As he spoke, Li Feifei lowered his voice a little: "I heard that he is unconscious, and many people are spreading the word that he won't last until the spring."

Xu Qiao moved his brush, and Li Feifei watched him write down a few strokes. Those complicated and chaotic color blocks suddenly became connected and their shapes became clear.

A few strokes, like mysterious connectors, make the whole painting clear from blurred.

Li Feifei saw that it was a picture of spring.

There are large green fields, forests and grasslands, and lakes with sparkling rudiments. Clusters of colorful flowers are reflected on the edge of the lakes.

A few strands of forehead hair fell down, covering Xu Qiao's eyelids.Li Feifei wanted to stroke him up, but just as he stretched out his hand, Xu Qiao rubbed his hair up with the back of his hand.

There was some paint on the back of his hand, leaving a small stain on his forehead.

"It won't last till the beginning of spring..." Xu Qiao silently recited Li Feifei's words, and the brush at the tip of the pen paused for a while on the palette.

Hearing this, there was a sense of unreality, and the other emotions were a little far away from reality.

Li Feifei was very emotional about this matter: "This person is as old as he is when he gets sick. It's really pitiful. A person who was so powerful before is now unconscious and hangs himself with a tube. It's so uncomfortable."

"If one day I'm sick and can only lie in bed, and the children beg over and over again for the doctor to open me up and save me from death, then I won't do it." Li Feifei curled her lips, "Human Dignity is gone, hanging my life for a few days is not in vain.”

"Nowadays, people seem to be unfilial if they don't spend a lot of effort to rescue them several times. I don't even think about whether they are happy or not. Maybe they are happily holding hands with Death and preparing to enter the new world, but they are suddenly shocked by electric shocks. After being rescued by surgery, are you angry?"

Listening to his rambling, Xu Qiao's eyes were a little lost.

He is more open to life, old age, sickness and death than Li Feifei.

Having witnessed and experienced so many times with his own eyes, this is indeed not an unfamiliar and taboo topic for him, and it is enough to deal with it calmly.

It's just Guan Chaosheng... Xu Qiao's emotions towards this person are somewhat complicated.

Fate is on this person, and at some point, it has changed from a straight and visible road to a twisted Mobius loop.Repeating and looping over and over again, neither the beginning nor the end can be seen.

As Li Feifei said, perhaps for him, complete death is the ultimate relief.

But presumptuously speculating on other people's attitudes towards life and death is a contemptuous attitude from above.Xu Qiao noticed her own thoughts and thoughts, and immediately stopped, and stopped thinking about it.

The paintbrush he had parked on the palette moved and fell back onto the drawing paper.

Next to him, knowing that he had gone too far, Li Feifei muttered again: "Huijin Media has developed well in his hands, and I don't know what it will be like if someone else takes over."

The room was well heated, Li Feifei sat by the side and watched Xu Qiao draw, and felt a little sleepy just watching.

The living room was silent for a while, Li Feifei just half sat and half lay down on the carpet beside him, admiring his brother's prosperous beauty.

At this time, Mo Chenghong sent a message: Where is Xu Qiao?Take a few photos and send them over, the studio is open.

Immediately, Li Feifei became more energetic and no longer sleepy. He took out his mobile phone to find the angle, took dozens of photos of Xu Qiao, and then sifted through them and sent them to Mo Chenghong.

Mo Chenghong was quite satisfied when he saw the photos. Li Feifei's photography skills, which he has honed over time, are excellent, and he doesn't know how much he has practiced taking pictures of Xu Qiao.

Throw the photo below and let the staff repair it and post it to the studio's official Weibo, and make a nine-square grid.

In the photo, Xu Qiao was concentrating on painting, and there was still a small smear of paint on the edge of her forehead. Compared with the fair complexion next to her, it showed a strange beauty.

The sunlight jumps on the tip of his nose, and the light and shadow present a wonderful contrast between light and dark, making him himself like a painting with rich colors and delicate strokes.

The sun shines on the painting in front of him again, casting an unsparing golden glow on the spring scene.

Warm and flamboyant spring, with lively colors and great vitality.

Rainbow Fart immediately surrounded him.

[My Joe is really versatile, this painting is so beautiful! ]

[want to slide on jojo's nose]

[Just ask what else I Joe can't]

[The art students who are still in hard training are full of confusion, they are too strong, this is a master, master]

This is the first time that the official Weibo has posted photos of Xu Qiao's paintings, and the fans' enthusiasm for interaction quickly reached a small climax.

Xu Qiao was concentrating on drawing, when she caught a glimpse of the figure beside her out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head slightly, and saw Li Feifei holding the phone to herself, her face full of excitement.

"What are you doing?" Xu Qiao asked.

"Take a picture! Brother Cheng Hong wants a photo business."

Xu Qiao put down the palette and brushes, stood up and prepared to change positions for him to take pictures: "Don't take pictures of paintings."

"Huh, why?" Li Feifei blinked, thinking that the scene of his brother's painting was so beautiful, it would be a pity not to take it for fans to enjoy, "I have already sent it to Brother Cheng Hong."

Xu Qiao frowned slightly: "Tell him not to post official Weibo."

Now the post-apocalyptic game is in a mess, and the faceless main beauty of Dianxing is also a hot mess. Xu Qiao doesn't want anyone to find any clues from these paintings to connect him with the main beauty of Dianxing.

Anyone who is sensitive to art and happens to have seen the paintings of Xu Qiao and Dian Xingzhumei can easily feel the familiarity from them.

This will cause Gao Ming a lot of trouble for Dian Xing.

"It's already been sent." Li Feifei shook his phone, paying special attention to the page, and it showed that the studio had sent Jiugongge 3 minutes ago.

Refresh, the comments and praises are rising at an alarming rate.

Qiao Fan: My brother is so good, my brother is awesome!

Among the many rainbow farts, the passing doomsday players were a little confused.

[This picture... why does it look familiar]

[The sense of familiarity that comes over my face, I wonder if I have seen something similar somewhere before, then I glance at the computer screen, Day!My post-apocalyptic game, this painting is inexplicably similar to the post-apocalyptic beauty propaganda map! ]

Dianxing Zhumei's personal style of painting is too strong.

The magnificent picture is full of mathematical rationality and logical beauty. At the same time, the use of colors is very creative and imaginative, and the colors that ordinary people dare not use are brought to the extreme.

Therefore, Xu Qiao's paintings now have the same characteristics, and they have to be reminiscent of the star beauty.

[Imitation? ]

[should be.The fan bragging is too embarrassing, the style imitates others' big touch, and it's not my own, I have to praise it to the sky]

[One thing to say, this painter is very strong even if he imitates, okay, why don't you imitate one and show me? ]

[I have nothing to say about the painters, they are really strong, and our Academy of Fine Arts may not be able to find out this level]

[Yo, what Pheasant Art Academy? ]

The loyal fans of Dianxing Zhumei are not convinced by their own niche circle, and the people who are regarded as great gods have been taken away by traffic fans so lightly.You must know that although the main beauty is low-key, she has been talking to fans with her works.

Fans immediately put the two works together for comparison, trying to publicly execute the sentence.

[I compare the paintings of Zhu Meida and Xu Qiao here, and see for yourself if the difference is good]

[Obviously not of the same level]

Joe fans are not convinced.

[Xu Qiao's picture is a semi-finished product at first glance, isn't it too much to compare with other people's beautiful propaganda pictures with such a high degree of completion? ? ? ]

[Not to mention, no matter how good the painter is, imitation is imitation, and will never be as good as the original author]

[Some traffic fans should not bully our niche circle, the bullying is very low-key]

[Hey!It’s not sure if it’s a posing or he painted it himself]

Qiao Fan became furious when he heard this.

It’s okay for you to evaluate the level of paintings, why do you still slander people for posing for fakes?

Seeing that the daily business was gradually turning into a scolding war, the studio operation girl was at a loss, so she quickly contacted Mo Chenghong.

What's going on, daily business can make such a mess, what evil did she do!

When Mo Chenghong received the news, he was full of question marks when he saw the surge of comments on this business blog.

He was already numb to Xu Qiao's new skills that popped up from time to time, so he didn't pay much attention to these pictures of painting, and he didn't think it would cause such a big reaction.

Mo Chenghong doesn't pay attention to the game, and he doesn't know what the star, the end of the world, and the main beauty are mentioned in the comments.

After searching to understand the situation, Mo Chenghong twitched the corners of his mouth.

He vaguely remembered that a long, long time ago, he saw Xu Qiao's Weibo account on Xu Qiao's phone.

The trumpet has a yellow V, and the certification seems to be the main beauty of some game company.