Chapter 283 A Dream of Fading ([-])

The moment I slid the hang up button, the heavy depression in my heart suddenly dissipated.

I have been working in this studio for more than two years. When she just graduated, it was the most frustrating time for her. At that time, she gave up her favorite painting method, and also gave up the one that once caused a storm in the painting world. Lang's pen name is Jiyue.

At that time, I was quite frivolous.I never accept any interest-oriented studio invitations, and I refuse time and time again when fans ask for a meeting.Even the meeting with people in the circle, I have never participated in it once.

This also led to the fact that when he was really down and out, he had nothing to rely on behind him.

I used to fear and loathe that feeling of loneliness, but now, now... I enjoy it.

Because no matter which circle it is in, it has its unbearable, and the so-called awe-inspiring righteousness of my body, I am afraid that I can't stand a little anger.

It's fine to be alone.

Afterwards, Guangguang Annian climbed to the top, but Jiyue was never seen again with the name of a coward who ran away.

I gave up the pseudonym of Jiyue, started from the simplest painter, and found fans who like me step by step with another style of painting.

That circle is not as big as Time Annian and Moon Sacrifice, but I really like it very much...

I like that they keep urging me to draw CP, even the most explicit and tender one.

I like them guessing their looks again and again behind the screen.

From the cute little lolita to the unruly foot-picking guy, they have guessed it all.

However, I am so bad, I don't want to tell them~ It's like the sacrifice to the moon at that time, but the peak of the sacrifice to the moon at that time was half of the painting world.

But now I am just hiding in a small corner, enjoying my little pride.

Later, for some reason, the editor-in-chief discovered that she was the Jiyue who had been self-willed.

She could feel the greed in his eyes, and the money brought by the commercialization of Jiyue was something that she couldn't bring to the studio now.

He suggested again and again, and he tirelessly refused.

Now, she's tired... the only thing she's begging for is permission to finish what she's working on.

"Hey, wake up." The man's words brought her back to reality.

The feeling of confusion and helplessness in his eyes was immediately covered up.

"Well, what time is it?" Mu Yu looked sideways at the dark gray curtain.

"It's ten o'clock in the evening, and the soup has boiled dry." Ming Han said, bringing the soup bowl to Mu Yu.

Mu Yu wanted to see what delicious food he had cooked, but suddenly realized that the fat cat in Huang Wu hadn't eaten yet.

Now it's going to scratch the wall with hunger!
"No, I have to go home." Mu Yu threw off the quilt and wanted to get out of bed.

However, a lazy meow completely froze her.

Mu Yu couldn't laugh or cry when she saw the big white cat coming from Mengmeng, wagging its tail gracefully.

Looking at its little enjoyment eyes, it seems to like it very much.

"Desolation." Mu Yu called out with a smile.He opened his hand to signal that Huang Lu could come into her arms.

However, Minghan was the only one in his desolate eyes, so he jumped onto Minghan's body, lazily found a comfortable position and lay down on his stomach.

Mu Yu's cell phone lit up at this moment.

"I dare not use it because of plagiarism?"

When she saw the message on the screen, some emotions in Mu Yu's eyes were shattered.

(End of this chapter)

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