Vanishing+Angel

After the two people's decision that day, Shuo Lei's "Pirate Code" added a name on the painting, but in order to distinguish it from the assistant of "VanishingAngel", the "Pirate Code" wrote scripts and paintings: Boya fighter.Painting: Long Shao.

"Young Master Long... what the hell is that?" Long Shengquan was speechless as he looked at the first issue of "Pirate Code" that he took over.

Sitting next to him, Chang Jiao turned the chair and said angrily, "This Young Master Long's painting style is very similar to Boya fighter's."

"Yeah." Long Shengquan replied casually, put down the comic magazine and continued to read the book. Seeing that he had lost the magazine, Changjiao slid his chair and picked up the magazine and continued to read. By the way, he wentssiped: "That's right , What Fengji, why did you run away after coming here for a week, didn't you say you would stay for a month?"

As soon as Long Shengquan heard the name, he became angry, and he gave Changjiao a hard look and said angrily, "Why mention this idiot for nothing?"

"Isn't this your little friend...well." Changjiao said more and more quietly, because he felt that Long Shengquan's anger was beginning to accumulate, he quickly turned around with the magazine in his hand, and then controlled the chair and ran back to his own three-foot space .

Seeing Changjiao running away in a despondent manner, Long Shengquan sighed and said, "It's none of my business, he's mentally ill, why do you mention him?"

The long-legged grinned, then climbed out of the bed, stretched his waist, and teasingly said to Long Shengquan: "Short oil! That Fengji likes you so much! You just follow him!" Then flew away After running out of the dormitory and closing the door, he heard the sound of a pen hitting the door, and secretly laughed.

On another Friday afternoon, Long Shengquan came to Shuo Lei's house and saw a serious Shuo Lei who was not common in the weekdays; The other hand was resting on his head as if he was carefully reading every line of words on it. The golden light from the setting sun shining on the floor through the glass window gently fell on this man.

Long Shengquan put down his schoolbag, rolled up his sleeves and tilted his head to look at Shuo Lei seriously. He curiously pulled the chair and sat opposite him, looked at the stack of papers in his hand, and asked softly, "What's wrong? Is there a problem with the manuscript?"

Shuo Lei put down the paper in his hand and looked up at Long Shengquan, as if seeing a ghost, he jumped up from the chair and said: "I was scared to death, when did you come in?"

"It's been a while since I came in." Long Shengquan twitched the corner of his mouth in embarrassment and smiled.

"Oh oh oh." Shuo Lei nodded, then sat down and handed the information in his hand to Long Shengquan and said, "You can read it." Then he stood up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water to calm his shock.

"What's this?" Long Shengquan asked casually after watching Shuo Lei come out with two glasses of water, then turned back to the first page and saw that the title said the cartoonist's contract.

"Huh?" Long Shengquan was stunned. He raised about 20 pieces of paper in his hand with a look of excitement and surprise, "Is this for me?"

Shuo Lei put warm water on the table, nodded and smiled bitterly: "That's what you said...but...are you an adult?"

"Hey? Does this have something to do with being an adult?" Long Shengquan tilted his head, and some didn't quite understand it. Isn't it enough to draw cartoons if you like drawing?

Shuo Lei smiled and took a sip of water, then he held the water glass with both hands, leaned forward, and said with a gentle smile, "Look at the third line on the sixth sheet of paper."

After listening to his words, Long Shengquan nodded and looked carefully at the third line on the sixth sheet. At the beginning of the third line, there was such a sentence: "If Party B is a citizen under the age of 6, please See the following part of this article, the presence of a legal guardian is required throughout the process. '

"Ah? Legal guardian?" Long Shengquan's expression was a bit uncomfortable. The legal guardian is his parents...but his parents didn't know what he was doing, let alone if he told the truth, his parents' true thoughts would be changed. What is it like.

"Shengquan is the young master of the gang... So who came last time..." Shuo Lei blinked several times at this point, suddenly there was a feeling that the whole world had forgotten the name of that person, Shuo Lei was embarrassed He smiled and continued, "Who said that you might inherit the gangster, so... why do you want to be a cartoonist..."

"I want to be a cartoonist." Long Shengquan stood up and interrupted Shuo Lei's judgment. He looked helpless and bitter. The golden room didn't make him feel warm, but he felt the coldness in his heart. Strolling into the spring season is not happy at all, Long Shengquan is holding on to the contract tightly, his heart is full of depression, the feeling of wanting to cry but telling himself to be strong is really depressing and uncomfortable.

Shuo Lei saw the helplessness of him standing up but lowering his head, smiled and stood up and hugged him. In this early spring, Long Shengquan's cold and helpless heart can only be resolved by this hug , The two of them didn't speak, and there was no intersection. It was just such a hug, which strengthened Long Shengquan's thoughts and Shuo Lei's desire to protect him.

The sun was setting, and a chill broke into this warm place. Shuo Lei touched Long Shengquan's small head with his gentle big hand, let him go and said with a smile: "It's not long, come on Shengquan! You can do it! "Shuo Lei's consolation was probably the greatest encouragement for Long Shengquan. Long Shengquan buried his face in his arms and nodded quietly.

Long Shengquan put the contract in front of his copy table, took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile and turned his head to the side and asked, "Do you want to eat something first?"

Shuo Lei nodded and responded: "Let's go! Uncle will take you to eat Malatang!" Then the two left the room happily.

After that day, Long Shengquan studied and painted even harder than before. After finishing his homework in his spare time, he began to draw some storylines and outlines in his mind with a sketchbook. Seeing Long Shengquan working so hard, he couldn't understand: "Brother, what are you doing, I always feel that you have been busy recently."

Long Shengquan raised his head and smiled and replied: "I want to be a cartoonist." Seeing Long Shengquan uttering his dream innocently, Chang Jiao suddenly didn't know what the point of this dream should be. Where to say it is good, because the person in front of me is the young master of a gangster, so the person who came from Fengji that day had already said that Long Shengquan would inherit the gangster in the future, but now Long Shengquan wants to become a cartoonist. In other words, the boss of the gangster can actually be very idle?

"Eh..." Changjiao pulled the chair over and sat beside Long Shengquan, and inquired weakly, "What does the boss of the gangster do on weekdays? Doesn't he have nothing to do?"

Long Shengquan answered his boring question while drawing a picture: "My dad usually takes care of a few local bosses, and looks at the report, but I'm not very clear." As if asking him why he asked this question, Chang Jiao nodded meaningfully and said with a smile: "Then you can actually become the boss of a gangster cartoonist, right?"

Long Shengquan actually smiled at this new term. He also seriously thought about the current position of Long Yuxuan sitting in the study in the future, and then while listening to the report of Nan Duozhu and the others, he drew on the copying table. Painting, thinking about it, he actually laughed with Changjiao, and then replied seriously: "I think it's okay."

"It can be, hahaha." Chang Jiao also patted his thigh and smiled, "I will help you when the time comes, where are you sitting in a meeting, drawing in your hand, and then I will serve it to you next to you?" Bringing tea and water, sorting out manuscripts, hahaha."

The two big boys in the dormitory laughed happily, but the reality is often so harmonious.

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The author... is obsessed with catching elves and can't extricate himself...………………………… The time will be unstable recently… I'm really sorry……

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