Chapter 004: Bring Her Along

"q a little" means something, Su Wan does not understand, but she still comprehends the exaggeration that follows. In the end, it is all about something in a comic style.

One after another, they arrived at the quiet garden at noon. Yang Yi cautiously organized his words: "I know that you really enjoy painting, especially traditional Chinese painting, am I right?"

Su Wan read very slowly and carefully. When she finally looked up after finishing, Yang Yi read at least two meanings from her eyes

I had no intention of paying attention to such childish language and went straight to Su Wan after school

Generally, when an emperor is born, especially the founding emperors of various dynasties, there are often some peculiar phenomena that occur

Education: According to current terminology, this refers to the children of military district cadres

Yang Yi grinned and flipped over the paper filled with writing, then swiftly wrote another passage: "You look at this first"

We begin with a file

For instance, the wind and rain, the room filled with red light, the arrival of dragons and snakes, in short, it all means the same thing—this child is different from others and is destined for great wealth and honor in the future. Zhao Kuangyin was no exception; when he was born, he was surrounded by red light and the room was filled with an unusual fragrance. Moreover, his entire body was golden, which gradually faded away after three days.

The things you wrote... The girl, who is not good with words, does not know how to begin. If we consider Yang Yi's usual behavior, she certainly has the right to question this; it is rather far-fetched for a middle school student to write and publish a book.

In fact, he originally intended to say "shit"

The girl's academic performance is on par with Yang Yi, placing her at an average level among the general populace. In the third middle school, she is not particularly sought after. However, just as Yang Yi has a passion for writing, Su Wan possesses an extraordinary talent in painting.

Su Wan took the paper and silently recited in her heart: "Knowing that success is impossible, knowing that death is certain, yet still acting generously. Generally speaking, this behavior has many names, such as foolishness, overestimating oneself, and the like, akin to a moth flying into the flame, etc. In the eyes of Westerners, this is an incomprehensible violation of logic. However, in the ancient philosophy of China, this behavior has a fitting name: to act despite knowing it cannot be done. I firmly believe that this is the very soul of our great nation.

Seeing Su Wan's expression, Yang Yi curled his lips and said, "What kind of look is that?"

You are quite ruthless! Yang Yi's face turned red, and instead of explaining what he had drawn, he countered with a question: "It’s probably that type, right? Are you interested in this kind of Japanese anime style of painting?"

During the two days of classes, Yang Yi continued to write and revise on a stack of manuscript paper. A few teachers, upon seeing this, merely frowned and shook their heads without intervening. Meanwhile, some students from the male group, who were envious of Yang Yi's prominence, privately circulated darkly tinged messages.

How should I draw it?" Su Wan once again returned to her usual expressionless demeanor

"Not quite ... ... " Su Wan's words were only half spoken, but it was enough for Yang Yi to let out a sigh of relief. He then took out the manuscript he had been working on for the past few days from his backpack and handed it to Su Wan

Alias (nickname): Zhao Jiuchong, Xiang Hair.

Su Wan was still slowly chewing on these few sentences when she heard Yang Yi's voice again: "These are the paragraphs that will appear in the book later. When you describe them with your brush, you must do so without any peculiarities, without any embellishments, without any softness, and without any elegance. A few strokes should be bold and unrestrained, truly sincere and straightforward. If you can achieve this, that would be excellent"

Su Wan did not know where Yang Yi's confidence came from. Although she vaguely sensed that the boy was quite different from before, she still had doubts about his words

Observing the girl's reaction, Yang Yi felt that he had taken the first step towards success

Completely different? Su Wan shook her head with a hint of confusion. And the books.

Favorite color: yellow

Then, when this reborn individual presented the beautifully drawn Sailor Moon portrait to Su Wan, the girl merely glanced at it and asked in a voice that showed almost no inflection: "Is it a comic? Dragon Ball?"

After nodding to indicate her understanding, Su Wan turned around and left without any hesitation

Family background

The sooner, the better. I want to publish the first volume as soon as possible, so I can pay the sponsorship fee for high school! I am not confident about reaching the score line in the high school entrance examination!" Yang Yi scratched his head and said with a smile, "Shall I give you the key points of the content to be illustrated in the first volume tomorrow?"

Motto: Opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared; if one does not seize the gifts from heaven, one will suffer the consequences; what is yours is mine, and what is still mine remains mine

Su Wan looked at Yang Yi with a blank expression, which could be considered as tacit approval

"Do you want to learn to paint? Come with me." Sincerely inviting Su Wan, yet unexpectedly, the girl did not even look at her, packing her bag and preparing to leave. Feeling quite embarrassed, Yang Yi helplessly shook her head: "Even if my help to you is unintentional, it still counts as assistance, doesn't it? It can't just be brushed off with a verbal thank you! Moreover, if I were you, and someone told me that I could make my mother’s life a little easier instead of having her pick vegetable leaves every day, I would definitely listen to what they had to say to the end."

He uses his life to tell us that conscience and ideals will not disappear, not due to wealth and nobility, nor will they wither away because of power

Gender: Male

I heard that! That person knows there is no hope for the high school entrance examination and seems to be preparing to pull a stunt, intending to submit a letter to the education committee!

Isn't it just a matter of making a fuss? Do you really think you are a Red Guard? Pointing to gain attention and trying to pull off a special stunt, aren't you thinking a bit too much?

The state has nurtured its scholars for one hundred and fifty years, upholding righteousness and loyalty, and this is precisely the day!

Two: Is there more?

As the girl walked further away, her disheveled short hair and the grease stains on her pants became invisible, and that silhouette suddenly took on a somewhat delicate and refreshing quality

I do not deny that traditional Chinese painting has more artistic value than these comics, and I agree that having ideals and pursuits is certainly beautiful, but this is all based on one premise: you must be able to live well!" Yang sighed deeply, recalling the days of苦苦挣扎 in his previous life: "When your stomach is not even full, how can you pursue those ethereal things? Is your mind filled with... water? Relying on your mediocre grades to continue struggling in a second-rate high school, occasionally sneaking out your brush to paint, until finally, you are so busy every day picking vegetable leaves at the market that you have no time to paint?"

Su Wan's foundation in language was far inferior to Yang Yi's. When she finally understood the meaning behind Yang Yi's words, she couldn't help but reassess this boy who had surprised everyone. It was unlikely that she could look at others in the same way on ordinary days, even though many people did not care at all about Su Wan's opinions

Well, if you don't like comics, that's fine. How about illustrations? Traditional style illustrations?" Yang let out a sigh, feeling that his tone just now was a bit harsh: "You wouldn't look down on illustrations either, would you?

The scene was utterly tranquil, and Su Wan was completely immersed in the historical stories that Yang Yi was describing to him, while the instigator languidly stretched his body out of sheer boredom

Yet the piece of paper before her, filled with words that one cannot bear to put down, is undeniably placed right in front of her. Su Wan did not dare to rashly comment on the quality of these words, but her deep attraction to them is beyond doubt

Clouds drifted overhead, and when the bright, blinding sunlight pierced through the floating clouds, the light and shadow danced across Su Wan's face, flickering in and out, much like her current mood, yet her expression remained unchanged.

I sincerely want to find an illustrator, but those who specialize in this hetushu.com are too expensive for me to afford Yang Yi's actions may raise suspicions of helping Su Wan find excuses, but he genuinely wants to enrich the content of the books

What does this mean?

What do you think of comics? Seeing Su Wan still shaking her head expressionlessly, Yang Yi thought for a moment, took out paper and pen, and wanted to provide an example.

It is not Su Wan's style to suddenly probe into matters, given her usual taciturn demeanor. Thus, the girl, dressed in a rather unfashionable manner, nodded and asked, "When did it start?"

With just a few strokes, it is grand and unrestrained, truly pure and straightforward! Su Wan furrowed her brows as she repeated this, understanding in her heart that although Yang Yi's words were indeed stunning, she might not be able to depict them with her brush.

Su Wan was taken aback; from the eyes of this classmate, with whom she had never interacted, she perceived a quality of sincerity and seriousness. It was evident that this invitation was not a momentary expression of consolation. The boy's clear gaze made the girl, who initially thought Yang Yi's proposal was quite implausible, begin to hesitate.

I am writing a book, a popular science work on history, and what you are looking at is the introduction. Yang Yi spoke cautiously, not wanting Su Wan to think of it as charity: "My book is definitely going to be published, but in order to enrich the content, I need to include some illustrations. Are you interested? I can offer you a share of the royalties... surely you wouldn't refuse a small request from a benefactor, would you?"

Hobby: Female

What is this? ... Su Wan took the thin sheet of paper that would later change the fate of the two individuals with some confusion ...

He sincerely wants to help Su Wan, but if the girl rejects even this, then he has no better ideas for the time being

With a slight furrow of her brows, Su Wan did not exhibit the embarrassment and shame that Yang Yi had anticipated after being exposed like a scavenger. She had no intention of leaving, yet her tone remained as stiff as ever: "Where are you going m.hetushu.com.com?"

In a previous life as a guest contributor to a well-known online community's historical discussion forum, Yang Yi has a particular interest in the history of the Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties. Among these, he is most familiar with the Song dynasty, which has historically been the most controversial. Therefore, he feels quite confident about the work he is about to complete: "For these illustrations, I need two distinctly different styles"

Blood type

The cicadas on the trees by the lake chirp incessantly, while warm breezes occasionally sweep by. In the small pond, the lotus flowers and leaves sway gently, and a red dragonfly suddenly takes flight, only to swiftly descend again

Name: Zhao Kuangyin

Su Wan did not speak this time, but for the first time, there was a slightly more animated expression on her face—contempt, an extreme disdainful contempt

Occupation: Emperor

Although sensitive and strong-willed, she was able to face the embarrassing facts of the situation with composure, which made Yang Yi regard the girl with a bit more admiration. Thus, he said apologetically: "Feel free, let's go to the school's small garden."

Seeing Su Wan reluctantly accept his proposal, Yang Yi smartly got straight to the point: "This book is planned to be around one million words, and there are more than one hundred places that require illustrations..."

Since it is a book written by someone else, then it should be followed as is! However, can this suddenly transformed Yang Yi really be so confident that his words can be turned into a book exuding the fragrance of ink?

The story begins on March 21, 927 AD, when Zhao Hongyin, an officer who had served in the armies of the Later Tang, Later Jin, and Later Han, and his wife, Du, gave birth to a baby boy, who would later become the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin

Su Wan furrowed her brows and did not respond, turning to leave. However, Yang Yi could see the disappointment hidden deep within the girl's eyes

Ethnicity: Han

Then there is another style. Yang Yi flipped the page and pointed to the section on infant jaundice: "When you illustrate these paragraphs that I have parodied, try to use a slightly quirky, entertaining, and exaggerated artistic style."