Curse Love Game

"That's okay too."

The topic ends here.

Chapter 190: Once a Girl with Dreams

After finishing his meal, Song Shiyu returned to school first, while Xu Qiubai asked Tang Lu about her inclination.

After spending a night in the hotel here, I went back to the rental house.

"Are you going to send me off?"

"deliver."

Anyway, the round trip taxi ride only takes an hour, so Xu Qiubai still has this time.

"I don't want you to send it, I just want to show you my paintings..."

"That's better."

Xu Qiubai and Tang Lu never get hung up on details when communicating.

……

Coming to her small rental house again, Xu Qiubai deliberately made a comparison this time.

Jiang Jiang's room is still the messiest. It is totally unlike the style of a female teacher. Last time, Xiao Liu took a long time to clean it up so that it could be presented to people.

Tang Lu's room is surprisingly the tidiest, considering that she is a severe bipolar patient!

Zhong Xiaomian's room was located in the middle of the three people. Mainly because she refused to make her quilt, and her clothes were scattered all over the bed.

But it also gave Xu Qiubai the opportunity to make trouble. As long as he sniffed her quilt, she would rush over to hit him. It was quite interesting.

As for Tang Lu, there were only a few pieces of clothes scattered on the bed. Xu Qiubai observed carefully and found that it was a gymnastics suit.

Moreover, everyone’s room smells different, which is quite a novel experience.

Perhaps because she was close enough to Xu Qiubai, Tang Lu did not choose to put the clothes away, but went directly to the computer.

“My paintings are mostly in this folder…”

Tang Lu gave up her chair and signaled Xu Qiubai that he could sit down and watch slowly.

Xu Qiubai looked at the size of the folder, which was several GB in size.

"Where do you sit?"

"I'm going to take a shower... but if you want me to explain, I can..."

"Ahem... Go take a shower. It won't be too late to come back after you're done."

Although he had developed a thick skin, Xu Qiubai knew exactly what he wanted to see, and it was still a bit too embarrassing to ask the author to explain something to him.

"Uh-huh!"

Tang Lu seemed a little happy and went to the bathroom with some clean clothes.

Xu Qiubai began to study Tang Lu's works. After all, works are an extension of a person's thinking. Xu Qiubai really wanted Tang Lu to recover his health and become a normal person.

Since he was already here, Xu Qiubai might as well take a quick look through all the pages and then study them slowly if he found anything that interested him.

Tang Lu has a good habit of recording each of his works, not only the completion time, but also some essays including creative ideas, so Xu Qiubai can browse them quite smoothly.

First is Tang Lu’s earliest work, which dates back to her first and second year of high school.

To describe it in one sentence, the girlish heart and girlish feeling are about to overflow the screen.

There are comforting elements throughout the piece, and she particularly likes to draw scenes of petite girls eating.

Wearing a fresh and clean white dress, holding a watermelon or ice cream in her hands.

One of the passages left a deep impression on Xu Qiubai:

"The girl's skirt can support the gentleness of summer and the warm breeze in the evening. The watermelon-scented summer is so romantic that it makes people want to sleep throughout their youth.

It’s summer now. I want to hide in the sea salt ice cream or sneak out the window with the evening breeze.

There are still stars and moons to look up to, and there is still the universe to be romantic about.

I have thought of more than a hundred words about summer, but none of them can compare to the breeze and waves at this moment.

Don’t pat or hit watermelons when buying them, or you’ll disturb the summer living inside.

When I left, I was covered with the moon, and when I returned, I was covered with stars.

After the timeline of high school freshman and sophomore year ended, Tang Lu left some conclusions:

"I want to earn more and more royalties, I want my parents to live a better life, I want to meet a gentle boy, I want the world to be a better place!! "

For some reason, after seeing these, Xu Qiubai couldn't calm down for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, Xu Qiubai continued reading.

There were not many works produced during the senior year of high school, probably because he was preparing seriously for the college entrance examination.

Through those essays, Xu Qiubai discovered that she had already made a lot of money by commissioning drawings during this period. It was not just to help reduce the burden on her family, but she also earned enough to cover all the course expenses and also earned a considerable portion to supplement the household expenses.

A girl who is truly independent at a young age.

Further on, there are her works from college period.

At this time, she not only made money by taking on manuscripts, but also operated her own account and produced some plot-oriented works.

They are all sweet and pure love-oriented daily works.

Xu Qiubai did not dwell on this part for too long.

It was during this period that the word "mianmian" frequently appeared in essays.

At the beginning, Zhong Xiaomian didn't know her identity as a famous painter. The two were just netizens who met by coincidence.

"Mianmian is such a weird person. She always wants me to draw some works of girls and... want to add some of that kind of elements... (but I can't do it QAQ)"

"But Mianmian is really nice! Then I'll draw some for her... But just drawing stickers of girls is a bit too monotonous..."

Yes, the R18 works were completely led astray by Zhong Xiaomian.

However, her R18 works during this period only focused on highlighting intimacy, and were not particularly explicit on screen, so in human terms there was action, but nothing was revealed.

She also gave reasons.

"But I don't know how to draw the structure there... I haven't even carefully looked at my own..."

"Should you take a good look in the mirror?"

"But, I'm really shy..."

Of course, she still didn’t complete this step, but chose to maximize the visual effect of her upper body.

These adult works were not published, but were only drawn for Zhong Xiaomian to appreciate.

What followed was the darkest moment of her life.

For a whole month, she painted nothing.

Just repeating one sentence on the background whiteboard every day——

"Why is this happening...?"

Even though her career and spirit suffered a devastating blow, she chose not to confide in her parents.

Because her parents are old, and she has always been the pride of her parents.

Financial difficulties prompted her to pick up the paintbrush again.

Mianmian provided her with crucial help.

The yuri character plot of the queen senior and the naughty junior that she designed received a good response in the book market. All she had to do was draw it mechanically according to the description she gave, and she could get a very good reward fee.

Combined with the scattered works I had drawn for her before, I successfully applied for a booth at the comic convention.

Continuing to read on, Xu Qiubai noticed a very familiar time point.

I checked my phone and it was the day of the comic convention.

That night, she created her own work again after a long time.

A tall, faceless man strangled a girl dressed in a mine-style outfit. The girl looked miserable and had difficulty breathing, as if she was about to suffocate to death in the next second.

"I was wrong... so this is what I deserve..."

Xu Qiubai opened his eyes wide.

Isn't that...

"That day... I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't remember your face..."

Tang Lu had come to Xu Qiubai's side without knowing when.

Chapter 191 Listen to You

Her hair was still wet, staining the shoulders of her off-white nightgown a dark color.

"So this is your own setting?"

Xu Qiubai did not dwell on the content of the picture, but asked questions related to the characters.

From the painting style and various details, it can be seen that the heroine she draws is always alone.

That's the cute girl with a petite figure.

It's just that the age is different, you can see that she is growing up.

But the problem is that Tang Lu is actually tall and her figure tends to be that of a mature woman.

When the disease was not flaring up, her emotions were relatively stable, which was very different from the little girl in the picture who loved to cry and laugh and was full of innocent dreams.

Of course, in the field of creation, it is not surprising for creators to give themselves any kind of image.

But from the perspective of big data samples, creators are more inclined to make their real and imaginary selves converge.

"Well, it used to be."

Tang Lu admitted it very straightforwardly.