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

"Qing Xingdeng: I've read the complete character design plan, I think it's ok, and I've replied to your email for a few places where you have doubts, and you can focus on the rest of the details with Teacher Lie Yan."

"Qing Xingdeng: Do you have any communication problems?"

Ibaraki thought for a while and typed "No".

"Qing Xingdeng: It's best if you don't have one, my sister is in a meeting, call me if you need anything."

Qing Xingdeng always has a meeting to hold recently, and the focus of the project is now on the manga side. The big tengu only needs to cooperate with the publicity, but she has to spend most of her energy to check the various plans and the progress of the work. One day I joked with Ibaraki that She has lost her hair recently, and Ibaraki taunted her, then turned around and ordered a set of hair care products she likes. Qing Xingdeng happily posted the photo after receiving it, and bluntly said that the author who has been raised through hard work knows how to repay her kindness. Why don't you worry about not being able to get a good cabbage with this skill.In the comments, Ibaraki's sentence "If you have the ability to solve yourself before worrying about others" was praised at the top.

Ibaraki retreated to the center of the sofa, swiped Twitter with his phone in his right hand, squatted in the palm of his left hand, and gnawed on cornflakes.He stared at the hairy black pom-pom for a moment, then stuck out his finger and poked its ass.

The frightened hamster turned his head, and the little black bean looked innocently at the expressionless master. They looked at each other for a few seconds, and seeing that the master didn't intend to continue making trouble, he turned around and continued to gnaw.

It is getting fatter and fatter. Recently, Ibaraki is busy drawing pictures and has no time to take care of it. It nests in the chubby little house, eats and sleeps, sleeps and eats.Ibaraki handed in his homework and took it out to play, but it was nestled into a ball in the palm of his hand and refused to move.Ibaraki knew that his rat was lazy, but he didn't expect to gain weight after a few days of letting it go, and after getting fat, he became lazy again. Isn't it a vicious circle?

Is there any way to lose weight for hamsters...

He stroked the soft and smooth fur on the mouse's back sadly, Qiuqiu didn't bother to talk to him this time, and continued eating wholeheartedly.

He opened the chat interface and took a look, and there was only one "received" in the chat box with Jiu Tun, and the time was already an hour ago.

A few days after the kick-off meeting, the two of them were taken to the company to sign a written agreement. The leaders of both parties, Abe Seimei and Yuan Boya, were present, and the channel director was also brought in to talk about the pre-publicity on the spot. Obviously, they attach great importance to this project.Ibaraki didn't really care about this at first, since he started to walk to this day, he speaks only by his strength, and now his favorite author is cooperating with him, no matter what he will do his best to hand over a satisfactory work.But in business talk and business, it is better to pay more attention to it than stocking it. He has seen many things about good works that cannot be well managed and rotten in deep alleys over the years, so the attitude of the bosses is tantamount to giving As a reassurance, the team of Dapingjing is here, and nothing will happen. All he has to do is to complete his task seriously and produce high-quality works.

What kind of character is Ibaraki Doji?He has a strong ability to act, and has a record of delaying the draft until the last few days, but finishing the draft on time with high quality and quantity. Putting it in any dungeon is a character that breaks through with one punch.To put it bluntly, people with high skills are bold.But this cooperation is of great significance to him. It can be said that he uses love to generate electricity, and delays naturally do not exist.After discussing with Jiu Tun, it took him a week to complete a set of main character designs, which were sent out at noon. Since his own editor has passed the test, the rest depends on the satisfaction of the original author.

He fed Qiuqiu tediously and finished eating cornflakes, and began to concentrate on scratching its soft belly.

But at this moment, the phone rang suddenly, and Ibaraki lazily turned his head to look at it, and was so startled that he almost threw the fur ball in his hand.

"You are at home?"

When Ibaraki picked it up, Shuten asked directly.

"Yes! What's the matter?"

"Well, I've seen the picture, and I'm also working on the script, if it's convenient for you, we can meet and talk about it later," Jiu Tun paused, "Hmm... Your drawing equipment is hard to move, right? Otherwise, I will go downstairs to your house?"

"Okay, uh, when?"

"Ten minutes, do you need more time to clean your room?" Jiu Tun joked.

"Of course you don't need it!" Ibaraki raised his voice anxiously, "I like cleaning very much, otherwise you should come here right now!"

Jiu Tun laughed on the other end, and the deep laughter was heard clearly in his ears, as if the person was pressing against his ear, which made Ibaraki's heart skip a beat.

"Wait, my uncle is going now."

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When Jiu Tun was outside Ibaraki's house with his pen and power station in his arms, it was exactly 10 minutes before he hung up the phone.

After carefully confirming the house number, he raised his hand and knocked on the door three times.

The door was opened almost immediately, Ibaraki stood at the door and smiled at him, Jiuten always felt that there was a little imperceptible embarrassment in that smile.

"excuse me."

He stepped into the door and glanced at it briefly. The size of this apartment is similar to his own home. They are all open kitchens. There are not many kinds of kitchen utensils. It can be seen that the owner doesn't bother with cooking, and the refrigerator is very convenient. big.There are many game figures and grotesque handicrafts on the ledge, most of which are monsters or mechs with a sense of design.There are a few art reference books piled up next to the carpet, and there is a liftable drawing table next to the window. The whole room is spacious and bright, with simple decoration.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Water is fine."

Jiu Tun sat on the sofa, the black fur ball in the mouse cage seemed to feel a strange atmosphere, rolled down the slide, wriggled and retracted into the small house.

"...It's all like this, cowardly when you see people."

Ibaraki came over with a water glass, shook his head upon seeing this, sat down beside Shuten, and leaned over to look at his computer screen.

"How about it? Is there anything to be revised and supplemented? This is only the first draft, so please let me know if you have any problems."

"I think it's ok," Jiu Tun stared at the ghost king Dajiangshan on the screen and said, "but is this anti-gravity hair really all right?"

"Ahaha, it's convenient to see the details behind the scene. Besides, Lord Ghost King is a showman, and he will still draw normally when he draws. Although he really wants to brush up the fashionable value, it is not a theme of strange power and chaos after all."

"Fashionable..." Jiu Tun was amused by him, "Okay, but this red color always looks like my hair."

"Yes, you saw it..." Ibaraki rubbed his nose embarrassedly, "I wanted to ask before, the ghost king's hair is also red, did you refer to yourself when writing this character?"

"Well, sort of," Jiu Tun admitted, "It's because of the same name that I was curious about his legend, and finally decided to write such a book... In other words, you are too, because there is Ibaraki Doji in the protagonist, so I am curious about his legend. Interested in this book?"

"Well, at first it was like that, but then it was purely drawn to the story!"

Ibaraki quickly explained.

"That's right, I can get the approval of Ibaraki Doji himself, so it seems that I have succeeded?" Jiu Tun joked, "But before I thought your hair was dyed, now it seems that it is also natural. .”

"Yes."

Ibaraki nodded honestly, didn't say much, turned his gaze back to the screen and said to himself: "Sure enough, red is more domineering. Such a dazzling red is really difficult to adjust. I always feel that it is not good enough, and there is something almost there... ..."

Still a perfectionist.

"It's already very good, and the white color is also very good. The focus of the performance should be alienation or mystery..."

Jiu Tun also looked at the screen, a pair of character pictures spread out side by side, I have to say that Ibaraki's drawing skills are really good, his expression is delicate, and the same smile is not a smile, the eyes of the ghost king are very majestic, and the ghost of Rashomon is It's unabashed arrogance.

The sun and flames, scorching, arrogant and dazzling red.

The moon, the new snow, the cold and lonely white that glows in the dark.

The so-called complement each other... I guess.

"If there is no problem, just read the script?"

Ibaraki's questioning voice rang in his ears.

Shuten came back to his senses, opened the document, and Ibaraki leaned over to read it seriously, his head was very close to his shoulder, and when Jiutun turned his head slightly, he could see his cotton-like fluffy hair with a hair hidden on top of it. little spin.

"Well... yes, I can almost understand it, but there are a few places... Otherwise, I will simply draw a storyboard and try it now."

After reading for a while, Ibaraki straightened up and proposed.

So Jiu Tun followed him to the workbench, sat on the bay window, watched him outline a frame with a few strokes, occasionally stopped to think for a moment, and quickly completed a page.Shuten doesn't know how to draw, he only feels it's magical, so he leans close to Ibaraki to look at his screen carefully.

"It's probably like this! It's a bit sloppy, not very good, let's take a look."

Not long after, Ibaraki put down his pen, turned around and smiled at him.

Jiu Tun was taken aback.

"What's wrong?" He took a quick glance and asked, "Why do you always say that you can't draw well? How can you be good?"

Ibaraki was also taken aback by his question, scratched his hair, and said a little embarrassedly: "No... how to say, I'm really sorry, I like this novel so much, I never dreamed that I would have the opportunity to cooperate with you... …In short, I tried my best, but I always feel that I am not good enough to draw, and I can’t express the feeling of the original work, which is my own problem.”

Although it was such words, he said them neither humble nor overbearing, with a sincere attitude, and it seemed that he did not mean to be polite or concealed at all, but was really introspective.

Alcohol felt a bit of a headache.

"You can't do this, how can you have such a job?" He began to reason with the other party, "I am not your...Idol now? Or something, but your work partner, and we will cooperate for a long time in the future. Pursuing perfection is a good thing , but if you keep demanding yourself with this... this kind of fan mentality, let alone how much pressure you put on yourself, my uncle will feel a lot of pressure, okay?"

"Is that right?"

Ibaraki thought about it, and a blank look appeared on his face: "I'm just... I haven't liked anything so much before, and I don't know how to make it suitable... With fans like me, will you feel troubled?"

Jiu Tun laughed.

"Is it good to be a fan? I've said it all, we are now a cooperative relationship, and you still think of yourself as an ordinary fan?" He scolded, "I have so many readers, and you are just one of them. Do you think this is enough? What about your ambition?"

"Of course not!" Ibaraki quickly retorted, "I want to help you go further and further, and let the whole world know how good you are! Comrades or teammates, in short, in short, I want you to admit me..."

The more he talked, the more frustrated he became. He lowered his head and looked at his palms. His white hair was messed up by the back of the chair. His appearance reminded Jiu Tun of the past. When they didn't know each other's identities, Ibaraki always looked so careless. Appeared in front of him, squeezed into his private space, as if he had known an old friend for a long time, without any pretense, it was natural.

He couldn't help touching Ibaraki's head, the soft hair rubbed against his palm, squeezed dishonestly from between his fingers to scratch the back of his hand, a little itchy.

"My uncle has already admitted you, otherwise how could he cooperate with you?" He sighed, "I can't even figure this out, don't be an idiot."

Ibaraki was stunned, blinked his eyes, blinked again, and the expression on his face gradually became clear.

"Me, you, me, really? You really think so?"

"What do you think?" Jiu Tun withdrew his hand dumbfounding whether to laugh or cry, "Don't tell me, you are so stupid, you really look a bit like the ghost of Rashomon."

"Then you are my friend, Oni King Shuten-douji!" Ibaraki replied triumphantly, as if he was very satisfied with his wit.

"... Tsk, for the sake of your sincerity, I will reluctantly allow you to drink with me."

Shuten scowled, and threw out a line from the book.Ibaraki opened his eyes and looked at it for a long time, then exclaimed: "As expected of the original author, it really looks like it!"

"What does it look like, have you seen it?"

"No! That's what it feels like! If Shuten-douji really existed, it would feel like this!"

Ibaraki hurriedly finished his defense, only to realize that there was a clear hint of a joke in Shuten's eyes.He looked into Shuten's eyes and couldn't help laughing.

"What are you giggling about?"

Jiu Tun asked.

"It's nothing, it's just a strange feeling," Ibaraki leaned on the chair, and called him again, "My friend, Shuten-douji..."

He intentionally imitated that earnest way of speaking, his voice raised cheerfully, which was a bit exaggerated, so Shuten was also amused by him.They sat opposite each other, laughing uncontrollably, and wondered whether the two evil ghosts in the legends of thousands of years ago had such a peaceful moment.The sun is shining warmly from the window, and there are faint dust flying in the light.

An ordinary afternoon.

tbc