Cartoonist's Dream

Stayed at home for two days—probably two days

Li Mu couldn't remember clearly. At this moment, his mind was like a paste, and he held eight manuscript papers with four-frame comics in his hand.In fact, these comics have already been completed, and more than ten people agreed along the way, and the task progress has increased from 01000 to 81000.It proves that it is feasible to hand in tasks by drawing manga instead of painting like a side ball, after all, everyone has the word "painting".

However, Li Mu couldn't be happy at the moment anyway, and it was the fault of the failure of the last mission.

——that dreadful curse of mystery.

Anyone who goes out will have a 90% chance of an extremely evil curse. I thought it would be over after half a year. [

However, it was only the next day that Limu felt its power, as if trapped in a nightmare, he couldn't find the way to Lu Hui's house.Originally, the road from Li's house to Lu's house was a straight road, and it was one of the only two avenues in the village that could be opened to traffic.As for how he got to another village road, Li Mu couldn't recall the detailed plot no matter what.

In his impression, this kind of situation only appeared in dreams. He clearly saw that home was in front of him, but he couldn't get home no matter how he walked.The current memory of the way home is also in a hazy state, as if it was a distant memory a hundred years ago.In any case, the Ultimate Painter System showed its mystery in front of Li Mu, like a nightmare possessed by him, which made him helpless, and his stubbornness still made him escape from the lost way.

I stayed in the house for about two days, and I got lost when I went out. The situation is terrible...

The scorching sun in the afternoon splashed on his back, neck, and top of his head, pressing heavily on his head, burrowing into the skin very painfully, and sweat crawled on the skin like nasty bugs.

The sweat that lingered behind his ears made Limu more and more uncomfortable. He resisted his fatigue and shook his head with great force to shake off the sweat.But when he raised his face, he saw that there was an empty road in front of him, surrounded by vegetable fields planted with sweet potato leaves, and there was a layer of green reflection everywhere, which made Limu feel even more uncomfortable.

If I had known earlier that I was asked if I was in trouble, I shouldn’t have been brave, and just told them honestly that I was lost and needed someone to guide me. I had to pretend to be stupid and say that I came to them to comment on comics... Indeed, Li Mu wanted to ask Lu Hui's family for a review, but he didn't expect that the villagers helped them complete the task by mistake.

The glare of the sun shone on the yellow mud, and the river began to dry and crack within a few dozen hours after receding. Although he didn't want to look at the road, it was equally dazzling when he closed his eyes.

Li Mu felt at a loss, and wanted to walk down the ridge of the field and walk straight through the vegetable field to go home. The six-and-a-half-story building was a product of the Li family.

He staggered down two steps towards the broken mud slope.

But suddenly he found that he couldn't move an inch—it was because his hands were pulled.

He felt a pain in his wrist and instinctively looked back.

What grabbed him was a black hand, which belonged to a relatively dark-skinned, strong hands and feet, even protruding muscles could be seen, with a thick head and a thick head—a woman?

—Probably a woman.

From her tattered clothes, the collar that was slightly open without the elastic band, Li Mu caught a glimpse of the woman's two white breasts.Because the posture is to bend down and pull down, even though the chest is only to the extent of B, under the pull of gravity, it can be clearly judged that the two pieces are not pectoral muscles.

——Looking at the pair of white breasts, it turns out that her face and hands were tanned by the sun...

It's a miracle that a mushy mind can make such a judgment.

It is impossible for Li Mu to secrete much sex hormones at this age, so she only stayed in her exposed private place for a while, and then turned to look at her still young face with the characteristics of rural women.

"Don't step on my vegetable patch," she said.

"Sorry." Li Mu knew that he had been caught for an attempted crime, but he was happy about it. "I'm too tired to walk. Thinking of the downstairs, can you take me there? I'll give you 20 yuan .”[

Talking about money directly, although talking like a rich man, is very useful at the moment.

The thick and strong village girl looked at Li Mu with a surprised expression, and saw that he really took out 20 yuan, so she carried him directly on her back and put the money into her pocket.

Li Mu didn't want to ask her to carry it, but when she carried it on her back, her feet loosened and she felt a feeling of "finally saved". The greed for enjoyment has defeated reason, and there is nothing she can do if she doesn't want to get down and walk by herself.

Even if it was abducted and sold by traffickers.

At least it can be moved to a cool place to rest, Limu is like a drowning person who is about to drown in the river.Even if it is free from the shore, he will hold on to the root float floating on the river.

……

When she regained consciousness in a daze, what she saw was her mother's frowning, and she reprimanded:

"What's the matter, to stay under the sun for so long, is heat stroke fun?"

"Mom, why are you back?"

The sky was still bright, and my mother was also driving under the sun to make money during the hot summer vacation.Fortunately, my mother has the kind of skin that is not easy to tan, so she is not as dark as that village girl, who is almost out of the level of the yellow race.But Li Mu still felt a heavy sense of guilt. She could make a lot of money with a few operations and let her mother enjoy life from now on, but she pursued her ideals because of her own selfish desires.

Even if I gave up going to school and turned to painting, I would only earn five to six thousand a month in royalties.Considering his father's gambling abyss, Li Mu has no confidence yet to persuade his mother to give up her job.

"I heard that you were carried back due to heatstroke. Your uncle called me. As soon as the bp machine rang, I came back." Li Mu's mother patted her pocket and said.

The bp machine is also called a pager. It is small in appearance, as big as half a pack of cigarettes, and can be conveniently placed in the pocket or around the waist.Once it receives a paging signal, it will emit a few slight "bb" sounds to remind people to pay attention.In order not to disturb others, the sound switch can also be turned off, and the pager only emits bursts of mechanical vibrations.

Although starting from the second half of 1995, the paging business was under the strong offensive of mobile phones, and the bp machine was gradually defeated.But still very few people could afford a mobile phone. At that time, the trunk phones with single functions were commonly used, also known as "big bricks". Only 3 to [-] yuan could afford one, and only big bosses could afford it. Only when you can use it, holding it in your hand and hanging it on your waist is a sign of identity.

In fact, it was not until the end of 2006 that Gansu Province, a relatively remote area in the northwest inland, bid farewell to the "paging era".Therefore, 98 was still the era when bp cameras were rampant. Limu's mother used a waveguide bp camera. Basically, every adult with some spare money would bring one. The end of the 20th century was the peak period of bp cameras.

At this time, two girls can often be seen walking on the street. After the girl's friend heard the sound of "b, b", she turned on the display switch, and a number asking for a call back appeared on the screen, so her friend took her to find Call to talk.

Uncle Limu's telephone business originated from this.

At that time, the market share of bp machines reached its peak, and the sound of bp machines could be heard in every corner of the city.People proudly patted the "electric cricket" on their waists and said, "It's so convenient to have it!"

As everyone knows, after PHS came out... bp phones and landline phones basically lost their market.

"I heard from your uncle that a tall man carried you back, left you at the door of the store and ran away. Is it from our village?" Li Xiuli obviously wanted to thank him.

"Yeah, I don't know either..."

In a daze, Li Mu couldn't even tell which vegetable field he wanted to step on, and the tall man that his uncle said was different from the woman Li Mu saw. [

Pingnan Village is a large village with [-] to [-] villagers. For the convenience of management, it is divided into Pingnan Group [-], Pingnan Group [-], and Pingnan Group [-].Each group has hundreds of households, with a total population of nearly a thousand people.If Nanhua hadn't been suddenly developed into the capital city of the province, I'm afraid Pingnan Village would have formed a town of its own, rather than an embarrassing village in the city.

However, Nanhua has been listed as a key development area by the country, and the urban development can be described as the speed of light.On the contrary, Pingnan Village became a nutrient absorbed by urban development, squeezed and surrounded in the center of urban development, and eventually became a village in the city due to the loss of land, and there was not much land to grow vegetables.

Some people in the village may have been sheltered by their ancestors, and they used their homesteads to build high-rise buildings early on, while some people had to grow vegetables in the only remaining vegetable plots for a living.As a result, there are three types of people in the village: villagers who grow vegetables and sell them to urban residents; villagers who build houses and collect rent; and tenants who rent houses.

"At that time, I wanted to go home from the vegetable field. He said not to step on his field. I think he was from the same village." Li Mu told his mother.I really should thank you very much. I thought it was just fatigue, but I didn't expect it to be heatstroke. The feeling of being about to drown is really uncomfortable.

However, the scope seems to be reduced by one-third, but it is actually useless at all. The tenants are not villagers who are included in the population of the village.It would be easy to find villagers with high-rise buildings, but among the [-] villagers in Pingnan Village, there are still many villagers who grow vegetables.

Due to the disparity in life, the intersection of vegetable-growing villagers and rent-collecting villagers is less and less.Perhaps 9 years ago when the building was first built, the difference was not so big when the mother fed the pigs and watered the vegetables.But now let a person who drives a taxi all day long, and a vegetable farmer who grows and sells vegetables all day long, chat in his spare time, what common topics should we talk about?

It is difficult to chat without a common topic, and the gap between the villagers is getting bigger and bigger.

Therefore, the object of the Li family's relationship is the Lu family, and Li Mu's childhood sweetheart is Lu Wei, not other children in the back village.

"But don't worry, I've already thanked him..." Li Mu comforted her mother.

After all, all the 20 yuan in his pocket has been given to him, and this is just a transaction.

There is no relationship between exploitation and exploitation among the villagers. Renting houses or selling vegetables are non-interfering ways of life, but the gap in life is chilling.If Limu’s grandfather hadn’t graduated from high school, and if the electroplating mold invented by his grandfather at the power plant sold for 1 yuan, most of the villagers in Lijia and Houcun would be the same now.

Something should be changed.

Li Mu gradually realized that his comic concept was actually born in this village.

It is these ideas that have caused his comics to be rejected by publishers many times, the kind of ideas that are not easily accepted by "those people" because they want to change the world.Like the four-frame comics of the old days, it is full of spikes that publishers dare not touch.Just as the Republic of China banned a large number of party newspapers, in the current era of relatively centralized political power, the cartoons drawn by Limu are barbed cartoons.

At that time, he was like a lost man with a cactus on his back. No one dared to welcome him into the house, for fear that he would be stabbed by sharp thorns if he was not careful.