Chapter 223 Master, what do you think of this painting?
Li Yan’s current threshold for pleasure is particularly high.

It was so high that when I saw my novel top the list, I got used to it before I even felt surprised.

The hard-earned achievements will be gone after a moment of joy. We have to keep working hard to pursue the next moment and never be satisfied.

This is the born holy body of the King of Scrolls.

When it was time to go to work, Kaiyuan, who had been working all night, was forcibly sent to the lounge by his colleagues. He finally fell asleep in his reluctance to let go of the skyrocketing data, and dreamed of a new editor signing out the book of origin. In his dream, he kept saying to the editor-in-chief: "No one was optimistic about this book at the beginning, but I insisted on signing it, and even used the editor's recommendation once every six months!"

The leader in the dream called him "a push from the heart", and from then on, Kaiyuan was appointed editor-in-chief and became the legend of Origin editor...

Colleagues looked at Kaiyuan who fell asleep in seconds with a smile on their faces, and all agreed that it was because he “read a cool article”.

"Are you having class today?" Lin Heng asked casually.

"What day is it..." Li Yan checked the time, "I don't have physical education class. I'll take it tomorrow."

Students and office workers count the days of the week, while business people who have no concept of rest days, such as Li Yan's parents, count the days by the day of the month.

"I feel honored by the physical education teacher. You only go to his class every day."

"It's mainly for the basketball glory of Class Zero."

"I understand." Lin Heng nodded at Li Ruofei who was putting on his shoes.

Li Ruofei also patted his chest and said, "For the championship."

The discussion of online articles is still increasing, and the data is just starting to grow. It will take some time to achieve some milestone achievements.

Seeing several book reviews pop up every one or two minutes after refreshing - not including the number of replies below the reviews - Li Yan couldn't help but smile.

Let’s discuss it. If this were a mystery novel, what readers have discovered now wouldn’t even be one-tenth of the foreshadowing that the author had laid out.

So far, not many people can really guess how the story will develop later. We are ruling out the possibility that Li Yan is forcing curiosity in order to be "different from the readers", purely because the readers have really overlooked too many details.

That’s good, because this way they will be shocked when the next few chapters are updated.

Li Yan is not really going to let readers solve the problem; this is a martial arts novel.

Therefore, this kind of writing style "just to let everyone experience the fun of reasoning" actually has a very unbalanced input-output ratio. It's just that Li has explosive energy, thinks fast enough, and types vigorously enough, so he doesn't care about the input-output ratio, but only cares about quality.

He had done his best with the novel, and now it was time to leave it to fate. He just needed to take some time every day to write before the next climax came - for him, updating 6,000 to 8,000 words a day would be enough for a week's work in two or three days.

Freedom of time is so precious.

"Hey, Xiao Li is here." Li Yan just turned into the studio corridor with bread in his hand, and heard Cao Xinshuo, who came out to pour water, greeting him.

"Brother Shuo, it's so early."

"The manuscript is due at the end of the month, and we'll have to put all our efforts into it from now on." Cao Xinshuo is very friendly and speaks gently.

It’s already past the 15th… “I don’t think I saw Brother Shuo in the past few days?”

"I went to collect folk songs. Comics are quite similar to writing novels, and they place more emphasis on scene restoration." Cao Xinshuo smiled, "So we can't just work in isolation."

That makes sense, Li Yan nodded. Unfortunately, he is only in junior high school now. Even if he has money to support his field trip, there will be many inconveniences.

Maybe I can find a chance to go out with Cao Xinshuo? Maybe I can get some points for writing and drawing.

"Then I won't bother you, Brother Shuo. I'll come back to learn comics from you some other day."

"Okay, you're welcome anytime." After saying that, Cao Xinshuo went into his studio.

Li Yan really likes communication that is just to the point. It is really tiring to chat with someone who is afraid of ending the topic.

Li Yan originally set a goal for today - to finish the painting, but she quickly rejected it.

It is a bad habit to set a completion amount for literary and artistic creation. This is not just doing an assignment. When you are not feeling it, wasting time will only affect the quality. When you are feeling it, you often forget to eat and sleep, and it is common to write more and draw more.

There is such a thing, if a painter is asked to take four pictures of his painting according to the stages, they will often choose the line drawing or draft as the first one, the draft with base color as the second one, the basically completed one as the third one, and the final one as the completely completed one as the fourth one.

Most non-professional viewers said they liked the third picture the most, and emphasized that they could not see any difference between the third and fourth pictures. What Li Yan painted in the past two or three days was exactly the content between the third and fourth pictures of this metaphysics.

The first three paintings are for the audience, and the fourth one is for myself; the completion of the first three paintings means that a painting is qualified to see the light of day, and the completion of the fourth one means that it has the meaning of being disassembled and appreciated.

This is why it takes one stroke to complete the background, ten strokes to complete the main body, and a hundred strokes to finish a painting.

Li Yan is constantly pondering over the details, accumulating a progress bar of flashes of inspiration.

Some paintings go from being ordinary to being talked about with great relish, perhaps just lacking these few strokes that can lead to a breakthrough, perhaps a bold color, perhaps a clever expression, or perhaps a weird blank space...

Of course, these cannot be forced. For example, he feels that Li Yan's painting is always missing something.

"For a painting that was created from a state of confusion, its upper limit has probably been determined long ago. Don't expect to achieve success overnight." Li Yan sighed, walked a few steps away, looked up and down at his paintings, and without any better ideas for the time being, he called Yang Chengzhang.

As a result, the phone rang from outside the door, which scared Li Yan so much that his scalp went numb.

Yang Chengzhang pushed the door open and walked in. "I heard that you stayed in the room for another whole day. I was really curious about the progress. I didn't expect that we, the master and the disciple, are so in tune with each other."

Li Yan shuddered. "Hey... Hello, Master. I think this painting is almost done. Would you like to take a look?"

Yang Chengzhang stood ten steps away, then moved closer to take a closer look. He pondered for a long time, until Li Yan became nervous, and then he said, "What do you think?"

I hate this trick the most. When I become powerful, I will torture you old guys who have tortured me in the same way!
Li Yan held his chest with one breath, took two deep breaths to adjust himself, and then responded, "Not bad."

"Speak more carefully."

"It's a pass, but I think it lacks that spark of inspiration."

"Yes, it just lacks a bit of surprise."

Do you really think so or are you just saying this after you’ve heard me finish?
Yang Chengzhang reached out and wiped the lower right corner of the painting. The paint had dried. "Li Yan, don't try to pursue a flash of inspiration. Just paint normally, paint what you want to paint, and put your emotions, skills, and thoughts into it. This is a long road."

"Listen carefully to your instructions."

"In general, this painting has exceeded my expectations." Yang Chengzhang said with his hands behind his back, "The skill level is very high. It's just a simple scene in front of me, but it expresses emotion. The sunlight scattering into the house is very wonderful. The restrained realistic scenery is accompanied by bold use of colors. It fits with what you said before, that the sunlight connects the inside and the outside of the house."

He suddenly smiled and patted Li Yan's shoulder - because Li Yan was taller than him, he had to raise his hand, "You really listened to what I said to you last time, but this painting is still missing two things from being completely completed: one is the title."

Li Yan immediately responded: "Give the world color."

Yang Chengzhang smiled and nodded, "I see that the colorful colors you added come from the sunlight's shining and reflection. You originally gave the painting real-world colors, and the sunlight in the painting gave it a new layer of colors that are easily overlooked by the naked eye and need to be felt with the heart. This name... is this what it means, right?"

Wow, the master still has something.

Li Yan nodded happily.

"Do you want to put this painting up for auction?"

Li Yan was stunned. Of course she wanted to do it, but this was only the first one, and... "Is it qualified?"

"Of course you are qualified in terms of skills. If you really want to be qualified, you have to complete the second thing: signing your name."

Having to face this problem so soon, Li Yan pursed her lips.

"So, whose name do you want to use?"

"The master decides."

Yang Chengzhang stared at Li Yan for a while, then suddenly pulled out a pen from his pocket and quickly signed the painting in the lower right corner. "Okay, it's better to teach you with facts than to tell you with words. I'll ask Honglong to hang this painting in the gallery to see if there's any boss who wants it. If not, I'll hold a small auction in May."

Li Yan nodded slightly, feeling an indescribable feeling in her heart.

"If we give it to the gallery, we can't use your name."

"what?"

Damn, there is really no creative freedom.

(End of this chapter)