On the afternoon of early winter, the sun was gentle, making people lazy and unwilling to move. In front of the small shop at the entrance of the old alley, there was a square table, and several people were washing mahjong plaques, sitting or standing next to them were surrounded by three or four people. In the morning, two aunts who were talking about Su Wan and Yang Yi were also among them.

The aunt who lived in the Demon City son's house for a while watched for a long time, but she was not on the turn of the show. When she was bored, she saw Su Wan's mother turning into the alley with two bags of vegetables, and immediately greeted her with her eyes shining: "Xiao Su, I bought vegetables. There are so many things, how many days will you two mother and daughter have to eat."

The sharp sound of the noise caused the remaining people who were not on the wheel to look up. The three cats in the shop were sleeping soundly with their heads raised to the sky. After being awakened by this sound, they were so tired and lazy in their dreams that they were very unhappy and shook their tails twice.

"Oh, we didn't eat it ourselves. Today I invited the master to build the house. This is the dish I made for them at noon." Hearing someone greeted her, Su's mother stopped and greeted her with a smile: "It's Aunt Qian, I'm having fun with her son."

"Oh, I said I was going to play, but I was just taking the younger ones for them. I just went to be a nanny." Aunt Qian said in an angry tone on her mouth, but her eyes were filled with pleats: "That's really troublesome. In the past, we raised children, and had milk to feed them with milk, but no milk to feed rice. Now, I'm fine. Nothing is allowed to be fed except for a foreign brand of milk. Fortunately, they bought their own car, otherwise they would have to run a long way just to buy a milk powder."

"Your son is so promising and rich, of course he has to give his grandson good food and good use." Su's mother smiled in agreement. In 1997, private cars were far from popular as in later generations. At this time, even a Poussan could attract many people's attention when driving. It is normal for Aunt Qian to always mention this matter to everyone.

"Hey, what's his promising thing? Isn't it all profitable?" Aunt Qian waved her hand as if not worth mentioning, then pulled open the plastic bag in Su's mother's hand and glanced at it, and was a little surprised: "Oh, are you buying food for the decoration workers?"

"Hmm?" Seeing Aunt Qian's surprised look, Su's mother was stunned: "What's wrong."

"You big fish, pork ribs, shrimps..." Aunt Qian said in a strange tone while picking up the dishes in the plastic bag: "You are just decoration workers. You can make a meal quite worthy of people. You can make it so well. It's easy for money to get it, and you don't feel sorry at all."

Su's mother didn't know what to say for a moment, so she laughed and nodded twice and wanted to leave, but was pulled by Aunt Qian: "Hey, I heard that Su Wan and the rich family are in a good relationship? Is it the one who went out in the morning? Hey, I think that child is quite ordinary. How can I be worthy of Xiaowan standing with your Xiaowan?"

"Haha, we are still children now, and we don't think so far." Su's mother smiled a little reluctantly: "Besides, there is no question of whether she deserves it or not. Xiao Yang has kindness to our family. If we don't deserve it, we Su Wan is not worthy of others. We are like wood all day long, and we can't do anything..."

"Oh, how can I say that? Nowadays, as long as the girl has a face, she is worthy of anyone who looks beautiful." Aunt Qian didn't look at Su's mother's face, and she was still talking to herself, looking enthusiastic: "But I'm just afraid that there is something wrong with that boy. Think about it, who now treats others so well for no reason?"

Su's mother squeezed out two smiles: "This child used to be Wanwan's junior high school classmate, and she only helped her if she recognized her..."

"I used to think it was a rich family, but it turned out to be a student. So you should pay more attention to the real rich people who are now, how could they send their children to No. 3 Middle School? Why is it too sensible? I have followed my family to do business early, so why are you going to school?" Aunt Qian sneered disdainfully, as if she had seen through the disguise of the boy at first sight: "Like the boss of my son's company, their child is only 19 years old, and he drove a car outside to run business everywhere. I have seen it once, and he is more sensible than some adults, and he is not like some brats."

The target of this sentence is undoubtedly Yang Yi. In Aunt Qian's eyes, the young man who walked side by side with Su Wan in a plaid shirt and jeans, which was described as a little kid, was not much of a problem.

The neighbors are all neighbors, but the people inside are always divided into different levels. Among most of the enthusiastic residents of old alleys, it is not uncommon for one or two narrow-minded civilians to appear occasionally. Just like Aunt Qian, if others are just envious, they will always feel a little jealous when they arrive at her.

It is hard for Su's mother to explain to this aunt that this person is famous for his slander and likes to mix his own imaginations when gossiping. Now if you explain to her more, it is inevitable that rumors will be spread tomorrow that are so distorted.

Just as Su Mu was perfunctory and thinking about how to get out of here, a black Mercedes-Benz appeared like a ghost at the entrance of the alley and parked steadily in the spacious area of ​​the intersection.

The appearance of this car attracted the attention of old alleys and neighbors. Luxury goods such as private cars and big brothers in 1997 are still very eye-catching. After all, they are a symbol of wealth and something that many people secretly long for in their hearts.

The young man who got off the bus was less than 30 years old. When he was about to walk into the alley with a "bang", he looked at the place where he glanced at Su's mother standing by the road. After hesitating for two steps, he walked up with a puzzled look: "May I ask, you are Miss Su Wan's mother, right? I met him when I followed our Mr. Luo last time."

Su Wan's mother also felt that the person in front of her looked familiar, but after hearing him telling her home, she immediately reacted: "So it's Assistant Zhang, your surname is Zhang, right?"

"Oh, yes, it's the surname Zhang, auntie has a good memory." The young man nodded repeatedly: "That's right, the company encountered something during the negotiations today, so Mr. Luo asked me to call Mr. Yang back and preside over the meeting. Mr. Yang seemed to have said yesterday that he was coming to find Miss Su today."

This assistant Zhang is a newly promoted person from Rogo after his victory in the "Yunhuang" victorious battle. He almost witnessed the marketing battle planned and promoted by Yang Yi with his own eyes.

From the conception, design, production, and specific marketing plan implementation, they all came from Yang Yizhi, and sales manuals issued to channel dealers, as well as previous communications with CG production companies in the island country, Yang also played the leading role.

Not to mention that this high school student was the actual author of two best-selling books, which was the two books that brought Siyue to a new level. This was what Assistant Zhang, who was also an intern editor at that time, admired Yang Yi the most.

So when Rogo revealed that he was going to fight the cultural market with Yang Yi, some of the younger employees in Siyue called Mr. Yang directly after seeing Yang Yi. Although it cannot be denied that he had some joking mentality in it, he was more convinced.

But when this sentence fell into Aunt Qian's ears, the somewhat snobbish old woman was stunned. She glanced at the black Ben at the entrance of the alley unconsciously. Even if the residents of these alleys, especially those at home, were confused about the difference between cars, they could still see that the car was more than one level higher than his son's Poussan.

"My family Wanwan and Xiao Yang... went out with your Mr. Yang, saying that they were going to Yueda Library?" In fact, Su Wan's mother has not yet figured out the relationship between Rogo and Yang Yi, and she is not sure about Yang Yi's background. However, when she heard that such a young man driving a luxury car would also call Yang Yi "Mr. Yang", her words "Little Yang" could not be called.

"That's the case, then I won't bother you. I'll find Mr. Yang. There's something urgent to do." Assistant Zhang nodded with a smile, and then left after saying hello. When he left, he did not forget to smile politely at Aunt Qian next to Su's mother.

This smile made the old woman in a petrified state suddenly wake up, and a distorted smile piled up in panic.

"Aunt Qian, then you play. I'll go back first and cook for the masters." Su's mother smiled politely and left. After the old aunt was stunned for a long time and found that there was no one around her, she was walking back while she was muttering, but the three-cat cat fed in the shop jumped down from the small flower table, pulled a gorgeous laziness in front of her, then jumped up to the high wall with her tail upright, and walked away with disdain.

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In the other direction of the city, in the larger library, Yang Yizheng walked back with a stack of books, leaning against the seat by the window, and Su Wan was hunching his head through the album.

The girl's hair has not changed since it flowed down from her temples, covering her cheeks. Whenever the wind blows outside the window, it will scatter, but it will not diminish. The outlines of eyes and eyebrows are not as soft as those of ordinary girls, with indifference and sharpness. Even when facing her beloved picture album, she still cannot see any expression.

"From now to the end of the year, your task is very heavy. Well, can you stand it?" Yang Yi smiled, carried the album and sat next to Su Wan.

"Um."

"After finishing the second volume of "Nine Provinces Flying", the style needs to be fine-tuned in "Mo Yanshi"." Yang Yi opened a picture album in his hand: "Here, this is a picture of ladies from the Wei, Jin, Ming and Qing dynasties. Compared with those of the Tang Dynasty, the characters are thin and elegant, which is very suitable for finding some inspiration for comic characters from it."

In fact, what is most in line with the content adapted by Yang Yi is the style of Zhang Wang, the later generations called "Jiuzhou Designer". His paintings that combine fine brushwork and freehand painting have an extremely strong oriental fantasy style. When used in comic painting, it is simply a perfect match with Yang Yi's script plays adapted by Yang Yi.

But Yang Yi knew that Su Wan’s dream was not just about these comics. Traditional Chinese paintings always occupy the most important position in the girl’s heart. So he also allowed her to stick to some inner likes and dislikes instead of forcing the girl to do whatever she wanted.

But what surprised Yang Yi today was that the first draft of a character painted by Su Wan just now had a bit of Zhang Wang's mandala charm, which made him praise him repeatedly, because it undoubtedly means that the acceptance of "Mo Yanshi" will almost certainly surpass "Jiuzhou Flying" and it seems that Yang Yi's confidence is unfamiliar, but he firmly believes that his nature hidden in the blood of the nation will definitely make domestic comic fans accept this style.

The reason why Japanese cartoons in later generations became popular is that although they cannot deny their own highlights, they have to be related to the sluggishness of domestic animation works - after all, who is unwilling to support their own good things?

After drawing another character setting, Su Wan pushed it in front of Yang Yi. Yang Yi was considering the image style of a certain character. Before he could react, the girl put down the pencil.

"Yeah? Why don't you draw?" Yang Yi raised his eyes strangely.

Su Wan didn't speak, looking out the window with expressionless expression.

Yang Yi couldn't figure out what was going on for a while. After scratching his forehead for a long time, he tentatively praised: "Hmm? The image of this character is very plump, almost perfectly expressing the character's character. The drawing is getting better and better."

After hearing this, Su Wan then dragged the drawing paper silently and buried her head in the outline again.
Chapter completed!