Dad's comic life

In a house, Hao Ren and Zhao Xi sat face to face. The little girl Sun Yue was happily looking at the magical girl next to her. Her two little feet kept shaking, showing the little girl's happiness.

"I see." After hearing Hao Ren's intention, Zhao Xi nodded his head clearly and said with a smile, "I wanted to come here to see Liule, but you are so lucky."

After hearing Zhao Xi's words, Hao Ren thought the other party was being sarcastic and felt a little unhappy.

However, the other party was a woman, so Hao Ren didn't say much.

As if he noticed something wrong with Hao Ren's expression, Zhao Xi suddenly reacted and waved his hands and said, "Sorry, I mean you are lucky to meet me, because I can do the same."

"!!Really?" Hao Ren suddenly became excited after hearing this.

Didn't expect that the person he met randomly on the train was actually the person he was looking for?

"Please dance for me, please."

"Well..." However, Zhao Xi put his index finger on his lips and tapped it, then brushed the hair beside his ear and said softly: "But it's still very troublesome to change into that set of clothes, so I still I need to give you a test, otherwise it won’t be good if the things handed down are too ugly, so you can draw a full-length sketch for me first. If you draw well, I’ll give it a try.”

Zhao Xi did not agree directly.

You must know that although the ancient style has slowly become popular again in the past two years, there are still many shepherd dogs who burst into laughter when they see some things handed down from China.

There are some human factors in it. If the person in front of you is too ugly and the other party publishes it, it will give people the feeling that ancient sacrificial dances are nothing more than that.

"Okay! Do you want a background?"

Hao Ren agreed without saying a word.

After all, he and the other party met by chance, and it was good that the other party was willing to give him a chance. This thing can usually only be seen at a specific time.

"No, I just want to see your painting skills."

Zhao Xi said.

"Oh." Hao Ren took out his brush and started painting.

With his wrist hooked, the brush moved quickly and steadily in his hand, with natural movements.

Zhao Xi just looked at Hao Ren with his chin in his hand.

To be honest, the reason why Hao Ren was given the opportunity was not only the relationship between the other party and her chatting for a while on the train, but also the issue of the other party's appearance.

Looking at the other person's confidence in painting now, Zhao Xi feels that the other person is quite attractive.

She is now nearly thirty years old. Although she still looks like she is twenty-four or five-year-old, her family has already urged her to get married. It is a pity that the other party has a wife and even children. Otherwise, she could ask the other party for a marriage. Let’s chat,

"Miss Zhao, please come and take a look." Hao Ren finished the painting quickly and handed the thing to Zhao Xi.

The little girl also discovered that her daddy was drawing pictures for others early in the morning. She looked over with her little head and couldn't help shouting: "Daddy!!! Why have you never painted for Yueyue!!"

The little guy is jealous, his daddy is so bad!

Then he got into Hao Ren's arms, punched Hao Ren's chest with small fists, and screamed.

And what about Zhao Xi? After receiving the painting, I couldn't take my eyes away.

It’s not that it’s ugly, it’s that the painting is so beautiful.

It was obviously a very standard sketch, but the face on it was still my own, and I drew it very quickly, but the feeling of the drawing was as if I was looking at myself in the mirror.

Most importantly, she felt a sense of peace looking at the painting.

As the boss of a game company, you have to deal with not only making games every day, but also some business nastiness.

For some reason, after seeing this painting, I felt that the accumulated stress disappeared.

Is it possible that art can really play a role in people's spiritual healing? But why didn't she feel that way in the past?

After a while, Zhao Xi came back to his senses and looked at Hao Ren: "Mr. Hao, with such good painting skills, you might as well come to our company as a game original painter or something like that."

Although it was just a sketch, she could draw such a great sketch in such a short time. She believed in Hao Ren's ability in this area. Even if he couldn't adapt to the original painting of the game at first, with this talent, he would be able to adapt quickly after learning for a while.

"Um, I'm sorry." Hao Ren touched the head of the little girl in his arms: "I became a cartoonist mainly for Yueyue's mother, and I have no interest in being a game original artist."

After all, after his wife's company is settled, he will return to the life of a soft rice farmer.

"Really?" Hearing this, Zhao Xi felt it was a pity that such a good painting skill would be better if he came to her company.

However, she didn't force it. Instead, she stood up and said, "Then please go to the yard and wait while I go change clothes. By the way, the hesitant musicians are not here either, so I can only dance directly."

"It doesn't matter. After all, it's just a comic and there is no sound." Hao Ren said cheerfully: "However, after watching the dance, please let me see those instruments. I may need to use them then."

"Can."

When Zhao Xi appeared in front of Hao Ren again, Hao Ren was stunned by the beauty of the other party.

She is wrapped in a pale pink dress and covered with a white gauze. The pleats of the skirt are like snow and moonlight flowing gently to the ground, especially above the chest, revealing the graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone.

However, in addition to this, the opponent also held two things in his hand, one was a musical instrument like a pan flute, and the other was a prop decorated with pheasant tails.

"These two are Yi and Zhai." Zhao Xi explained: "What I dance here is a literary dance, which represents the world gained by Zen. If it is a martial dance, it means holding a shield in one hand and an ax in the other. This represents the world that has been conquered by Zen. Take the king of the world by force."

After hearing the other party's explanation, Hao Ren's mind showed the image of Gu Liang holding a shield and an ax in his left hand. Not to mention, it was quite touching.

Soon, Zhao Xi began to dance, sometimes raising his wrists and lowering his eyebrows, sometimes lightly relaxing his hands. The Zhai in his hand was like a pen wandering around in a dragon painting, and the jade sleeves were full of wind, elegant and vigorous.

If most of the ancient dances he had seen on TV in the past were lively, then Zhao Xi's dance was solemn. But it is no wonder, after all, it is an ancient dance to worship ancestors and heaven. If there is a more cheerful dance, It feels like someone is sending good luck outside on the day of burial.

"Wow, sister is so awesome!"

Hao Ren was still a little reserved, but the little girl had nothing to be reserved about.

The solemn feeling was suddenly broken by the constant clapping of hands on the side.

When Zhao Xi stopped, the little girl rushed forward, grabbed Zhao Xi's clothes and said with her big eyes: "Sister, can I be like you in the future! I also want to learn to dance~~"