【Jiu Ci】It's all true love, don't compare

If it weren't for this private letter, Ibaraki himself would have almost forgotten that he still has a hole on his back.

That manga was created on the spur of the moment. He drove a lot of single-frame cars, so he inevitably wanted to change the format for fun, but the car was still a car with a different shell, and the story was not enough. He drew a little bit and felt uninspired, so he threw it there up.It's a bit surprising to be mentioned now.Fans commented that he would watch it usually, but he had no impression of this ID, so he nodded his profile picture and went in to take a look. It was a trumpet, and he only followed a few painters of the same cp, and there was no trace of activity.

"busy."

He replied curtly.

After a while, the new message popped up again: "Seeing that you write long comments on that article every time, just write less."

This made Izuku a little unhappy.

"How can you say that? Mrs. Passerby is a treasure in the world. She is the only bright lighthouse in the chaos. She writes rational, concise and humanistic articles. The most rare thing is that she updates every day! Although the number of words is not stable, at least every day I am writing, have you ever seen such a hard-working wife! With all due respect, such a model wife should be invited home to confess. As long as the wife is not too annoying, I will write any number of comments, even if I don’t draw anymore. Can’t stop calling my wife! —— By the way, have you never read her article? If you read it, it’s impossible to say such a thing. I’ll give you the link. I suggest you read it quickly, don’t Missed such a good article."

He tapped a bunch of them and sent them out.I don't know if I really read the article, but the little fans didn't reply.

Ibaraki Doji, who also contributed to his beloved wife today, is very pleased.

My wife is so hardworking, even a fan can't hold her back!

Thinking this way, he sent the hamster back to the den, and satisfactorily got up to catch up on the manuscript.

When he sent the manuscript to Qing Xingdeng the next day with panda eyes on his face, and collapsed back on the bed to prepare for food, he found that his wife hadn't updated it.He had no choice but to go to sleep, and fell asleep directly after twelve o'clock, half asleep and half awake, grabbed his phone and looked at it, but his wife still hadn't updated it.

If something goes wrong, it is a monster. What can make an author who updates every day and never stops updating?

Ibaraki Doji opened his eyes wide in horror in the dark room, feeling like the sky was falling.

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Chat with Driver Without a License

(?_?): Passer-by's wife didn't change it today, you see, she's not as amazing as you said, so it's up to you.

(?_?): I read the article, it’s not bad.

(?_?): There is still no update today, don’t you draw?

no reply.

Shuten-douji threw the wireless keyboard away and got up to look for something to eat.

He has been paying attention to this painter for a long time. This person read the article when he wrote more than 5 words, and then added long comments to each chapter before, so he couldn't help being impressed.It can't be called a long review, literally, it is indeed a long review, but the whole article is full of bragging and praise for him, without any substantive content about the article.He has been writing for many years, and he has seen all kinds of readers. This is the first one who can boast of two hundred words without repetition. Ask yourself, even a writer like him can't do it every day. He can't help but feel angry for this reader. Kind of admirable.

Then one day when he was swiping the tags, he saw a familiar id, only to realize that this person is still a painter. He has been focusing on driving for 30 years. Although most of them are drafts, his painting style and body look very professional.

The little girl is from every family, and the speed is quite fast.

Thinking of this, he flipped through all the other party's public works, and found a black and white striped comic. They drank together on a moonlit night, and the wine glass was overturned. on his lips.He was also quite touched by the wind-like wildness in the picture.

——and then there is nothing below.

The only one of this artist's manga is not a car while driving, it's a pitfall, and the release date is last month.

Shuten wanted to grab his hair.

It doesn't feel good to step on a pit, especially when the other party happily likes and writes comments every day, and drafts and races from time to time, it seems that the pit has been completely forgotten.

After thinking about it, he registered another small account, and was going to send a private message to remind him to update - the large account should let it maintain a high-cold style of painting, he passed by here, wanting to write something quietly, that's all.

Unexpectedly, the other party's style of painting is very magical, at first he only replied one word, after he kindly pointed out the way to save time, he seemed to be offended, and started to brag about himself to him crazily, and finally gave back It can be said that Amway is very attentive.Shuten didn't even bother to complain about the use of humanistic care, so he closed the window at the speed of light.

He felt he needed to calm down.

After recovering from the embarrassment of being praised face to face, Shuten suddenly felt a subtle discomfort.

After writing such a long article, he certainly hopes that someone can communicate with him about the direction of the plot and the understanding of the characters. This person said that he likes his article, but he never expressed his opinion on the relationship between the characters he built. He just praised him blindly. Fortunately, where?He also wants to know.But from the string of Amway's words, he only grasped one important point: daily watch.

What is the advantage of day shift? ?It is true that because of the nature of the original work, there are relatively few people who write articles in this circle, but for this person, is it enough to eat what they have?If it wasn't written by Shuten-douji, but by someone else, the painter would still spare no effort to praise it?

The more he thought about it, the more irritable Jiu Tun immediately decided to stop for two days.

I don't know if it's because his usual painting style is too high and cold, but the sudden break didn't stir up any splashes among readers at all.As for the painter he wanted to observe the most, there had been no activity in the past two days, nor did he reply to any messages, and it seemed that he had never been online at all.

Heck.

Jiu Tunhuang went to the living room, took a piece of chocolate wafer from the table from a fan, took a bite, thought it was quite delicious, and his burly mood was somewhat soothed.

Well, my uncle's noodles taste good.

There was a rustling sound in the cage, and a yellow fluffy ball came out of the small round room and clung to the cage, staring straight at him with two little black bean-like eyes.

Alcohol felt a headache.

"You can't eat this stuff, go back and eat your cereal, Mr. Ben."

He threatened the furball with a vicious voice.

The hairball doesn't move.

Jiu Tun couldn't help it, so he threw half a piece of wafer directly into his mouth, and showed it the empty wrapping paper: "It's gone."

Furball lowered its paws in disappointment, squirmed back into the small room, and exposed its buttocks to him.

Jiu Tun was about to die of anger.

The woman Yan Mo must have had water in her head. She bought him such a thing and sent it directly to her home. He was sure he would take it in and raise it—he did take it in. Anyway, it’s life, so you can’t just throw it away. stop.But the cages are all ready, why not bring a bag of rat food?The next time I go to the company, I must give her assistant a bad review...

Speaking of which, the rat food I bought hasn't arrived yet.

He glanced at his phone, and the logistics showed that it had been signed for, so he decided to go downstairs to have a look.

There was already a pile of couriers in the lobby, Jiu Tun glanced around, stretched out his hand to the top box, but touched the other hand.

He froze for a moment, the owner of that hand had already taken the box and looked at him strangely.

"this is mine."

The man's voice was low and muffled, with a nasal voice just waking up.

"Excuse me."

Jiu Tun nodded, watching him unpack the package, his curiosity finally overwhelmed his politeness, and he asked aloud, "You also read that novel?"

The other party raised his head and his eyes lit up: "You read it too? I'm a fan of this author!"

It can be seen that they all use their pseudonyms as recipients.

Jiu Tun tried his best not to show his smile too obvious: "Yes, I also saw it, this kind of subject matter is quite rare."

"That's right! It's even rarer to write so well..." The man started talking excitedly, like a cannonball, while opening the cardboard box to take out a large kangaroo food.

"Do you have hamsters?"

Jiu Tun waited patiently for him to finish before continuing to ask.

"Yang, what's the matter?"

"That's what happened. My friend gave me one. I just got home a few days ago. I'm not very good at raising it. Is it convenient for you to ask me?"

Jiu Tun took out his phone and showed the other party the blurred photo of the hamster.

The man smiled when he saw it.

Jiu Tun doesn't know what's so funny about a hamster's butt, it seems that this person really likes small animals.

He couldn't find his courier, so he walked to the elevator side by side with the man. The man saved his contact information, raised his head and blinked at him.Shuten noticed that those eyes were light amber, transparent under the incandescent light.

"Your name is?"

tbc