The Late School

"This is a story of a small goldfish." Zhang sighted his paper and said in front of the children.

Small white eyes lit up.

Garre is a heart thinking in the smock drink,

Zhang sighs ignorant this guy, eats food, no reason, no reason, I haven't found her.

He continued: "The name is" the goldfish born on the cliff. "

My little is a good name, but what is it?

Zhang sigh: "..."

He used to hear this story, observed the reactions of children, and made modifications.

In the reaction, it is very good. It is not bad. Only the grenana and her small partners are not in the same world. After drinking the bears, I started to pinch the fruit sitting on the coffee table.

That is not bad, Zhang sighed, there is a lot of hearts.

"You play here, you have to watch TV." Zhang sighed.

My little is curiously holding the remote control, here, press, knead, can't open the TV.

Zhang souting on the sofa, in the corner, put the brush and draft paper on the knee, observe the children, give them a portrait, the prototype of the boudan comes from them.

The grenan guanan is sitting around him, constantly shaking, Zhang sighs can't help but say: "Gomeana, you have to eat, don't sit on the coffee table, must you have a few sand a few sand?"

The grenan grenade thought, how did she not think about the duck, give Zhang boss, "6666 ~~"

She doesn't sit, but standing on the coffee table, it is faster.

Bao Niu is a little girl with a fat, Zhang sighs, do not want to change this, the child is more lovely.

However, Xiaobai is not fat. Hi Der is not fat, the procedural and millet are not fat, only ganani is fat.

No way, Zhang sighed to add the gurua, the body uses the grenuat, and the eyes are a bit cute.

When they were prepared to go back to sleep, Zhang sighed, finally draws the bouquet, giving them.

Xiaobai likes, Zhang sighs to give her.

He also painted another, this is more responsive.

He painted a bounce, painted a copy, the male and female owner, the drafts and the storyterer are put together, put it in a folder, and bring Xin Xiaoguang tomorrow.

"Are you asleep?"

I took a shower, just lying on the bed, the mobile phone shook, and the information is Sushu.

Suyu did not play this afternoon, she participated in a brand activity, in the Pujiang, just ended, she returned to the hotel, just take a shower.

"No, wait for your information."

"Live."

"Your event is not over, I don't worry."

Although it means not to believe in the sigh, Susu is still a taste with him.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, tomorrow's troupe will also take the show, Su Shi's drama is heavy, Zhang sighs, she sleeps.

"You sleep." Suyu reply information.

Zhang sigh immediately, knowing that it is absolutely can't sleep, and the people are obviously do not want to sleep.

Although he is sleepy, I really want to sleep, but I don't know this time. At this time, I have to play the spirit of grenuat, standing while sleeping while sleeping.

He did not reply to the information, the Suyu thought that the stupid sleep, drums, put down the mobile phone, turned over, looked at the ceiling, watching the ceiling.

~~~~

Suddenly, the phone on the bedside table rang. At this time, he is generally Zhou Li. She knows that Suyu is more than the day, so many things are looking for Sushu.

Pick up the mobile phone, showing the highlights on the face of Su, not Zhou Li, is a big fool.

She quickly succeeded, can't hear an angry: "Hello ~~ Don't you sleep?"

"I am not sleepy, how is the activity today? Is it smooth?"

Su Shi: "Okay, it is very smooth."

Zhang sigh, this topic is not what she wanted, so I immediately transferred, say: "I wrote a comic story in the past few days. I just finished today. Do you want to listen? Give me a handle, and some suggestions "

Susu is really interest, "What is the story? I am not very understanding, I don't dare to make an opinion."

"Nothing, you can listen first, what else can you say. Tell you, you are the sixth audience."

"Ah? Curious, who is the front?"

"Little white, hi, grenan grenade, Cheng Cheng and Xiaomi."

Su Shi laughed, there is a picture of a group of small radish heads, there is love but funny.

......

Small red horse comic studio.

"Small tree, is it printed?"

"It's good, a total of 5 copies."

"Faster, will start."

"Sugo who will not delay."

They took the creative manuscripts to print, and came to the meeting room, presented in several empty seats.

This is a few story creativity of the old Su Su.

Because the time is limited, it is just a creative and storytelling, and it is not possible to improve the story structure and plot. It is the next step. Only the studio has determined it to use it will continue the next step, so as not to avoid things.

Old Su Su is very confident in these creativity, with a total of 3 story creativity, not to say 3, at least one, no problem.

After a while, Zhang Sheng came, and the colleagues who participated in other participants also came in.

Old Sui took note of the written paper in Xin Xiaoguang, may also be a story creativity, but it feels impossible, because it is too thick, the story creative has two papers.

"Is this a creative?" Zhang sighed his text paper, "You have worked hard, or you should talk about it first."

Old Su: "Well, this time I have prepared three story creativity, two are the action martial arts, one is the daily class. I will talk about this daily class story ..."

Zhang sighs soon finish the manuscript, put it on hand, listening to the old Sushu speaking their creative original intention and core selling point.

Three stories are good, but Zhang sigh does not give up the opinion first, but let the other people in the conference room will talk.

Some people recognize that some people have put forward doubts, overall, recognized and almost open.

Old Su's face is serious, he thought it would get a full ticket.

See the atmosphere and somewhat serious, Xin Xiaoguang said: "I also have a creativity here, some people have submitted, you also have a look."

Everyone looked at the written paper in his hand, and the old Sao had noticed it, asked: "Is a complete story?"

Xin Xiaoguang pushed him: "Yes, complete stories, then you will see it first, I will tell you at the same time. This story is a story of a small goldfish girl ..."

Old Sui quickly browsed, frowned for a while, stretched for a while, finally spent ten minutes, I grew up.

Xin Xiaoguang asked: "How?"

Old Sui put down the paper, the people around him immediately took it.

"A very wonderful feeling, like love, but not, the 5-year-old child has any love, more like a childhood, to the fantasy, there is no border, this is a good story, at least I like it. "

It is impossible to see if everyone looks at, but everyone listened to Xin Xiaoguang, and more complete storyline will be read.

Finally, Xin Xiaoguang said: "There are 4 stories now, let's vote."

Old Su face is a positive, ask: "Choose one?"

Xin Xiaoguang looked at Zhang sigh, Zhang sighed: "If you don't specify quantity, you will be selected according to the standards you can publish magazines. If you think that 4 stories have reached the level, then choose 4."

Everyone whispered to the meeting, began to vote one by one, "The Waffles on the Cliff" received, and another daily story also agreed to advance.

"That will be broken." Zhang sighed, got up, upstairs, turned downstairs, left, go to the crew. "

When he went, the old Su immediately found Xin Xiaoguang, asked about where the story on the cliff is coming, who is the author.

Xin Xiaoguang laughs and not speaks, but the old Soviet tight, finally brought him to the corner, whispered: "I told you, don't tell others."

"How? The author is confidential? Is the competitor we dig?"

"No, it is the story written by the boss."

"Oh, the boss digs? Well ??? Are you written by the boss?"

"Yes, the story written by the boss, so know why the boss doesn't want to say it."

"... understand, this story is very good, see that he spent a lot of mind."

"This is not necessarily."

"Well? What do you mean?"

"You know how long the boss wrote this story?"

"how long?"

"It's almost simultaneous to start, strictly said that it is a day later than you."

"??? Are you saying only a week?"

"Uh huh."

"This, it's impossible ~~"

Time to worship, he took a small team and thought of three creativity, and "the bounce on the cliff" is already a complete comic story, almost you can start painting, this is too fast.