your voice is delicious

Chapter 34

In the first half of her senior year, Tang Tang was still working hard on drawing manga in addition to making up credits.

The drafter "Xiao Zi who is always bald" who I met before also changed careers and became a comic editor in the past two years. She suggested to Tang Tang to serialize watercolor comics on their platform.

"Xiao Zi who is always bald" whose real name is Wen Xiaozi, when she was the editor of an illustration magazine, she especially admired Tang Tang.

In today's era when board drawing comics are popular, there are not many people who still insist on hand-painting watercolors.

And the painting style is beautiful and exquisite, each stroke is the finishing touch of details, while having their own style, they are also willing to learn and comprehend different painting senses, so there are not many painters who are humble and really love watercolor.

At first Tang Tang hesitated about Wen Xiaozi's proposal.

He doesn't have much spare time, and he doesn't want to do such things as rushing to publish a manuscript.

Because he really likes the magic of water, he tries his best to paint every watercolor painting, striving for perfection.

Wen Xiaozi also knew that Tang Tang was still a student, and she had to focus on her studies.

If the platform signs a contract, at least one comic must be updated every week. The workload is really not suitable for this kind of pure hand-painted personal artist.

So she had another idea.

"Then you can serialize watercolor comics on your personal Weibo first. This way there is no time limit. You can update whenever you want. Anyway, you yourself paint watercolors every day, so you can slowly tell stories in your spare time."

"I know you don't care about fame at all, you just like to paint with your head covered. But I think it's a pity, good works should be appreciated by more people."

Wen Xiaozi's words reminded Tang Tang of his watercolor enlightenment teacher Mu Cen.

The man in his memory seems to have locked himself in the cabin all day and all night to paint.

In the eyes of Tang Tang now, there are not many good works in that small wooden house, but they all accumulate dust in the corners of the house.

The words "Good works should be appreciated by more people" touched Tang Tang, so a year ago, he registered on Weibo and began to serialize watercolor comics on it.

At first, no one cared about the manga, and occasionally someone would like it, and no one even left a comment.

Fortunately, Tang Tang doesn't care about these, he enjoys creating, and he is very happy every minute and every second of painting watercolors.

Afterwards, because of his constant persistence, and because the manga with one chapter updated every month was indeed an excellent work, a Weibo big V discovered him a few months later and reposted Tang Tang's manga.

Since then, more and more people began to pay attention to this silent watercolor artist.

Sometimes the matter of whether it is hot or not is really metaphysical, and it is a little surprise as a creator.

After Tang Tang became popular in the circle, Wen Xiaozi's company asked her to sign the watercolor comic author first.

Wen Xiaozi also tried her best to lobby for several days.

"Xiao Zi who is always bald: Big White Rabbit, you can become a full-time cartoonist after graduation. Sign in to our company. Our boss appreciates serious creators, so the exception does not limit your update speed... At least two words a month is enough. , Other companies rarely offer such conditions!"

"Xiao Zi who is always bald: And our boss also admires watercolor painters. He intends to sign a few more watercolor cartoonists. This will continue to expand the circle, which is also beneficial to you."

Wen Xiaozi's words came from the bottom of her heart. In the era of fast food culture, there are indeed too few finely crafted works.The reason why she was willing to quit at the beginning was because the boss of this company was not a pure businessman who mainly focused on profit.

But in the end, Tang Tang still rejected Wen Xiaozi's proposal.

He specially made a voice call to the other party, and said earnestly and apologetically, "Thank you, Xiao Zi, but after I graduate... I don't plan to be a full-time cartoonist."

"I want to open a studio and teach children to paint watercolors."

Just like when Mu Cen took him to appreciate the magic of water, he hopes that more children will admire this magical magic, and then in the future life, they will fall in love with watercolor and paint their own world.

Wen Xiaozi has been in contact with Tang Tang for a long time. She knows that although this big boy is very polite and looks easy to talk, he has his own persistence.

"Okay." She sighed, still feeling a little regretful, "If you need any help in the future, just ask, I... like the world you wrote very much."

It is a very happy thing to be appreciated by others. Tang Tang is very grateful to Wen Xiaozi, and at the same time has strengthened his inner thoughts.

In these busy and fulfilling days, he soon ushered in the end of the semester.

The first half of the senior year is over, the winter vacation is coming, and the Chinese New Year is coming.

Originally, his parents said they would come back to accompany him for the New Year during the winter vacation, but they couldn't return to China because of work.

Tang Tang is used to it.

Cheng Zi has already left school a week early, and he will go to his mother's place for Chinese New Year this year.

Tang Tang probably knew that Chengzi's parents divorced when she was young, her father was in city B, and her mother returned to her hometown in city H.

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite." Tang Tang had already packed her luggage in the morning, but she didn't want to go home.

All the courses that should be taken have been credited, and he suddenly became idle from a busy state, and he felt a little lonely.

Sitting on the suitcase, he unconsciously opened the travel app, swiped a few times and then stopped suddenly.

This one-and-a-half-month vacation...Idle is also idle...

Why not go on a trip.

Tang Tang took off his down jacket after getting off the plane.

City X in mid-January is unbelievably hot.

"Master, go to Wanle Wharf."

The homestay he booked was on Mengji Island across the sea from City X, and he had to go there by boat.

When he was 12 years old, when his parents returned to China to pick him up, the three of them played on that island with their grandparents for three days and three nights.

But after all, when I was young, many memories began to blur.

Tang Tang only brought one suitcase, half of which were clothes and half were watercolor tools.

Finally he had free time to draw, but his mind went blank and he couldn't draw anything.

He knows that he has entered a creative bottleneck period, so he also hopes that this whim trip can bring him inspiration.

After getting off the bus, I bought the ticket with my luggage and queued up to get on the boat.

Mengji Island is a tourist attraction in City X, and tourists come here all the year round.Although it is winter, the ferry is still crowded with people.

Tang Tang felt a little uncomfortable. Today, he tied his hair behind his head because he had to rush to ask for convenience.

The surrounding area is relatively crowded now, the hair ring on the head fell off at some point, and the black hair scattered down the cheeks, covering the somewhat pale face.

He didn't expect that the synesthesia didn't fail at the place where the crowd gathered this time, but became more serious.

My mouth was filled with all kinds of messy tastes, and I felt uncomfortable and wanted to vomit.

He held onto the railing tightly with one hand, and held the handle of the suitcase with the other. He lowered his head slightly, and sweat stains began to appear on his forehead.

Even though it was only a ten-minute boat ride, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Is this your scrunchie?" Suddenly, a breath of peppermint came into my mouth.

Yao Lin has been observing that long-haired man for a long time, don't get me wrong, he is not a pervert.

It should be said that half of the people on the ferry were secretly watching the boy.

People's eyes always discover beautiful things unconsciously.

The long-haired man seems to have a natural focus, and he can be seen at a glance when he stands in the crowd.

Tang Tang looked up, saw the hair ring in the palm of the hand in front of him, and nodded.

"It's mine, thank you."

Those hands were just like his own, as delicate as jade, and he took the hair tie from his palm with a hint of itchiness.

Yao Lin suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "No...it's okay." He peeked a few more times, struggled for a few seconds and then asked, "Are you seasick? Do you want some mints?"

Tang Tang licked the tip of his teeth, and the faint smell of mint in his mouth drove away other miscellaneous smells, but it was not enough.

He nodded, took the mint from the other party's hand, and smiled.

"Thank you."

It was fine if he didn't laugh, but Yao Lin was completely dumbfounded when he smiled.

Why does he feel that this person in front of him...is inexplicably familiar.

With mints in his mouth, Tang Tang recovered after a while.

He thanked again: "Thank you very much, I am much better now."

Yao Lin was still thinking about the memory in his mind, and nodded a little dullly: "That's good."

Tang Tang was kind to the man in the camel trench coat beside him.

He took the initiative to ask, "Are you also here to travel?"

Yao Lin shook his head, "No, I'm a local."

"Local." Tang Tang narrowed his eyes, enviously said: "The climate here is really good, it's very suitable for the elderly."

Yao Lin was amused, and joked: "You are still so young, it's time for you to struggle, and you want to retire?"

He found that the person in front of him looked as cold as a fairy from a distance, but after talking, his childish face remained intact, and his eyes were lively and lovely.

After Tang Tang tied up her loose hair, she smiled and said, "You have to fantasize about it."

The most interesting thing about traveling is meeting interesting people along the way.

In the two years when he was an exchange student in the United States, Tang Tang would go to various states with his classmates every weekend, and when they encountered longer vacations, they would travel to Europe together.

It is because of this experience that now Tang Tang is more relaxed when going out and interacting with people.

And he will also give kindness to those who are kind to him.

The two chatted without saying a word, and the chat was quite speculative.

After a while, the ferry landed, and Yao Lin asked, "By the way, where do you live on the island?"

Tang Tang: "Sea Bottle Inn."

Yao Lin froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's really a coincidence."

"I am the owner of Sea Bottle Inn."

This is no coincidence, and Tang Tang never thought that the person who handed him candy on the ferry was the innkeeper he was about to stay in. This kind of little coincidence can always add some joy to the journey.

When Yao Lin got off the ferry, he helped Tangtang pull the luggage, and while leading the way, he introduced the customs, customs, food and beauty of Mengji Island.

After the two arrived at the front desk of the inn, Tang Tang took the initiative to hand over his ID card. When Yao Lin entered the information, he said "Hey?" He said, "Are you the Tang Tang who wants to stay in our inn for a month?"

There are very few long-term tourists in this season, most of them come for two or three days, and the longest will not exceed one week.

After all, the seaside is windy and humid, and the southerners are fine, but many tourists from the north are not used to it.

Tang Tang: "Yes, I booked a month on the app."

Yao Lin was a little surprised, but he didn't ask the question in his heart.

Everyone has their own reasons for traveling. The vacation may be long or short. Some come for fun, and some don’t want to do anything.

"Come on, I'll take you to your room."