Chapter 18: The little girl’s efforts (first update)

The studio always needs bright light to make people feel the feeling of shadows and darkness intertwined.

The studio prepared by the boy for her was a big one, with a total of about 30 square meters, which was very luxurious for a girl who had just learned to draw.

There are many manuscripts from the major creative groups of the "God of Painting" animation hanging on the walls, which are undoubtedly first-hand treasures for comic collectors.

The most beautiful one is the line draft of Qin Siwei, the most popular heroine in "The God King", occupying a whole wall. The heroine has already been long in the new issue, with a charming princessy flavor.

There are also many furry dolls in the studio, which allows girls to always feel cute when drawing.

The little girl finally made up her mind to walk into the studio, put her hands on her waist, stood in the center of the studio, looking at the studio that was a bit too big for her.

"I felt panic when I saw you crying for pain, just thinking that your fingers are important, and where can I think about other things when I have time to pay attention to it."

The little girl remembered that when her finger was bitten by the crab, he held his finger to attract the crab to let go of her fingers. He said this when she felt distressed.

The little girl thought that for him, she could also give without fear and overcome difficulties.

The little girl took off her coat, exposed her slender and weak shoulders, tied a towel on her head, and looked like a village girl doing thick work.

She took off all the paintings on the wall, and she was so tired that she was panting. Each painting was supported by a good wooden rack. Fortunately, it was made with borderless and had limited weight, otherwise it would not be something she could do.

Her fingers were too thin and she couldn't hold them in the end. The frame slid down and hit her toes.

The little girl cried in pain. She wanted to find him so much that she wanted him to help rub it. Every time she felt pain in this place, she would look for him. Then he would not hurt. In the past, she would go there without hesitation, but today it was not possible. She couldn't let him know that he was doing this.

The little girl's toes were swollen, and she would not be able to wear beautiful sandals in the next few days. Otherwise, she would be so ugly that she would not like her. She was no longer as beautiful as she was.

After taking off all the paintings, the little girl started moving the dolls in the corners again, but there were so many dolls, so big and furry. It was okay in summer, but I really held them in my arms. After moving them for a while, I felt uncomfortable all over. She didn't dare to turn on the air conditioner because he said that it would be better not to turn on the air conditioner when doing things that are easy to sweat. It is very bad for the body. If you catch a cold, there is no way to complete it before he leaves.

Finally, all three walls were exposed. On the other wall, the female Qin Siwei looked at her with a smile, as if saying, Ye Zi, come on

The next step is to clean it, but unfortunately there is no time today, and the little girl is so tired that she goes home.

The next day, the little girl came again, and she still tied a towel on her head and a feather duster in her hand, tied it to a long bamboo pole to clean the walls and ceiling.

The little girl kept raising her head, dust and dirty things fell into her eyes. The little girl was clean, and her white and tender face was wiped by her little hands and immediately turned into a big face. When she looked at herself in the mirror, the little girl stuck out her tongue. Fortunately, she was not seeing her like this, so she was so bad.

The little girl's neck is sour and her arms are sour. She didn't have much strength to work yesterday and she still had to continue today. Why is she so useless? Do you just enjoy yourself and don't know how to give? Can't you overcome any difficulties?

The little girl wiped her red eyes. She had never done such a thing before. Thinking about it, she had always enjoyed every surprise he brought to herself for granted. When she also learned to give and work, she liked him more because she understood that his efforts and efforts were far more difficult than herself.

Qin An, Ye Zi likes you, and you want to know that Ye Zi likes you very much. The little girl thought, clenched her small fist, as if she was very powerful, and then she felt that she could persevere.

But her toes were still hurting. The little girl dragged her two feather dusters that were so long and moved slowly in the room, limping. Why is it so painful? Her toes and her back hurts, and her eyes are still hurting. The annoying dust fell into her eyes.

He originally said that he could ask someone to clean it. How can someone else help with such a thing? He must do it by himself. The little girl bit her thin lips and looked at the clean wall. Finally, she finished a small part of it. She was not particular at all and sat on the floor in the center of the studio.

This is only a small part. Every night, no matter the final review, I came here under the excuse of drawing, and continued the rest of my work.

The little girl ran to the hardware market and bought a tall aluminum alloy ladder. The little girl who rarely used pocket money spent all the money in her small wallet.

The uncle who sold the ladder was very surprised that such a young girl would buy such a thing and helped her deliver it downstairs.

The little girl is not a fool, because he said that she should not get along with strange men, especially strangers with strong and mature bodies or young opposite sex. She refused the uncle's help to send him upstairs. The uncle put the ladder downstairs and left.

The uncle left, and the little girl was in trouble. In the past, she always called him any physical work. He was so tall, so strong, and so strong that the little girl always liked to rely on him and rely on him. What should I do now? I can't find him.

It turns out that I always bring him a lot of trouble. The little girl feels that she can not be troubled by him. She always likes to call him for help, just because she likes him because he is her.

The little girl tried hard to lift the ladder, but the slender and weak calves that he liked very much were soft, and the ladder fell to the ground, making a clanging metal sound. Fortunately, the recording studio on the first floor was very soundproofing. He was in the stairwell and could not hear anything he did on the second floor. This was also the reason why the little girl would not call the uncle upstairs, because when something happened upstairs, she shouted and the people in the room downstairs couldn't hear it.

"It's so heavy." The little girl rubbed her wrists, and had to drag the top of the ladder and move it upstairs little by little.

After finally moving up a few steps, my hands were sore and I let go without strength, and the stairs fell down again.

She had to sit on the stairs and wipe her tears.

After wiping the tears for a long time, I hated myself for the first time why I was small, my breasts and butts were not as big as others, and even my arms and legs were thin.

Wiping away the tears, the little girl learned her lesson and slid on the stairs from behind, so that the ladder could slide down the ladder and she could use her body to hold it back.

But she was still scared because she was afraid that once the ladder slipped down, her slender body would not be able to stop the urge to slide down.

Fortunately, there was no such dangerous thing as having a child. The little girl brought the ladder into the studio, then went to the small house of three people to take a shower. After lying for a while, her whole body was sour and numb, and she didn't want to move anymore.

He and her were recording downstairs, thinking that he was drawing, he had to hurry up. What was he doing with her? Is it just recording? If he were himself, he would definitely not be able to help but kiss him and touch him. He could do that kind of thing with her, which Ye Zi had never done before.

The little girl felt sour. She rubbed her eyes and didn't think about those things. She got up and ran to the studio to support the ladder.

The ladder is so high, the little girl is so small, she climbs up, covers her eyes and dares not look down. She really wants to be like before, just lying in his arms and pretending to know nothing, not seeing anything, and not worried at all, not afraid at all.

She wants to do things, how can she cover her eyes? The little girl held a dye bucket in one hand and a small brush in the other, and began to write on the wall.

Her hands were trembling, how could she be stable? Think about it, a little girl, less than 1.6 meters tall, stood on a ladder more than two meters high, holding dyes that were not light in one hand and writing with the other hand. She was not Sun Sun, so she had no such great ability to believe in her balance ability. Even if she could balance, she was also a timid girl. She used to dare to climb trees, but after being with him, she learned her lessons and only watched him do naughty things for boys, and became a likable girl on her waist, and no longer played like a tomboy.

It turns out that when I was with him, I have changed so much. I missed myself in the past and liked myself more now... because he must liked myself in the present, right?

But if he likes himself more now, why would he like the naughty and playful self at the beginning? Or would he like that self more?

The girl was confused. If it were before, she would have thought confidently that as long as it was herself, he would definitely like it.

She and he are two people who like each other. They have been loving each other since junior high school. They have been loving each other for a long time, and they have gone from ordinary classmates to good friends, and then to each other.

On September 1, 1995, he confessed to her.

From this day on, she, who was simple and ignorant, realized the feeling of being loved by someone.

She has been enjoying this feeling and cherishing this feeling. Until recently, she has been thinking a little bit about it, since it feels so good to be liked by someone, is it because she has not made him feel like being liked by others that he also likes others?

So she wanted to let him know that she liked him the most.

The little girl closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and told herself not to be afraid of falling. Even if she really fell down, she could not fulfill her ideas, but she still had to leave the first sentence on the wall.

"Qin'an, this is my love letter to you."—

Before I moved the keyboard today, I hesitated for about four or five hours. Two updates can be completed before 10 o'clock. Unfortunately, today is the third update, and there are two updates, so I still have to release them before 12 o'clock.

Alas, how can I adjust this? I can’t compare to working. It seems that I control my time, but where can I control it?

[Dedication]
Chapter completed!