Chapter 1332： Fan member (1/2)

As a fan of ”Blood Fighting”, the latest issue always appears in his hands.

He has a plot of his own for a long time, but he doesn't have any drawing skills, so he can only bury it in his heart.

Since my sister can't draw it, it's okay to try his.

Thinking like this, Zhang Wanlin took out a part of the manuscript paper and picked up the pen, came out of the study, and sat in the living room.

It's almost 8 o'clock in the evening and I haven't eaten yet. Seriously, I'm very hungry.

But Zhang Wanlin was filled with passion.

He spread the paper, like a solemn ceremony.

A lot of inspiration swarmed in, urging him to write eagerly.

The strokes of the pen are flowing and flowing, fast and beautiful.

His focused look, his eyes filled with divine light.

A person leaped on the paper, and they danced between the papers as if they were alive.

In the dead of night, the quiet room only made the sound of the pen tip sliding on the paper.

As time passed slowly, one piece of paper was put aside, forming a thick stack.

In a blink of an eye, it was 10 o'clock, and Zhang Wanlin was still focused as usual, even more excited than he started.

The more he writes, the more thoughts he will have, which instructs him to continue to paint and hurry up.

It seems that he is no longer painting, but a story is being painted by his hand.

Lin Yue slept for a while and got up, squinted at the time, and yelled damnly.

”It's 10 o'clock!”

”Damn! Why did you fall asleep!”

”This has to be delivered tomorrow, how can it be too late.”

I really regret it.

Thinking about the plot just now, it turned out to be thinking about falling asleep, this is really wrong.

She quickly found her paintbrush, only to realize that her paintbrush was missing. Not to mention, the manuscript paper was also lost by more than half.

No reason.

what happened?

She flipped through the drawers under the desk, and there was nothing.

Wondering.

At this moment, Lin Yue clearly heard a faint rustle.

From the living room.

She walked out of the study curiously and saw a figure sitting at the dining table, drawing intently.

I have never seen Zhang Wanlin so focused.

He focused as if he had a different kind of charm, especially those eyes, shining brighter than the stars.

Is this still her brother?

Lin Yue couldn't help but think so.

She quietly approached, standing behind Zhang Wanlin, he didn't even know it.

The brush in his hand is non-stop, fast and precise. Every point and every line seems to have been carefully outlined in his mind for a long time before writing. It is perfect. One more point will be flawed, and one less point will be incomplete.

When will this kid paint?

Moreover, she draws better than her little accomplished cartoonist.

Originally, Lin Yue was going to frighten this younger brother with a yell, but after seeing this, she calmed down instead of not wanting to disturb.

She picked up a thick stack of manuscript paper next to it.

These are the missing manuscripts in the study.

What are they all painted?

With doubts, Lin Yue looked one by one, and the more she looked at it, the more she couldn't stop, her heart seemed to be fettered by the story inside, although this was only a draft, without any coloring or modification, etc.

But there is no doubt that it is so interesting, which opened up the depression that she could not think of in the past.

Zhang Wanlin not only continued the previous plot, but also continued very well, very well.

I have been thinking about it for several weeks, but I don’t know how much better the three-page plot has been drawn out.

In a short time, Lin Yue finished watching.

I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Repeatedly asked myself in my heart, is this really my own brother?