The little story wasn't mine, it wasn't what I was going to write, it was the [nose picking] [nose picking] hee-hee I had drawn before.
I studied art purely because I liked comics, and when I went to college, I always felt that I was about to make great strides in my drawing skills, make progress by leaps and bounds, and then contribute my spare energy to the Chinese comic book industry, and then then I had all kinds of daydreams...
But under the destruction of fate and the stick, after graduation, I never drew a comic again, and I was clear but confused for various reasons, and I wanted to admit it but I wanted to argue. In fact, it was just waking up from a dream and opening my eyes...
When you are in college, there are still feelings, love, friendship, idealized soul will suffer from the blow of society, silly white sweet or Chinese-style film and television drama more, in reality you are stupid to say less about it... This is at least a little deeper...
The comic is a very small and small story, and the artist is not meticulous enough, but this is my feeling... So I sent it here just to commemorate it.
I will send it three times, and if I finish it once, it doesn't seem like I draw a very short, short, short, short, short... that can't be done.
Hee-hee, to be continued...
