Nanaizi devoted herself to the painting and wrote hard on the painting table. She did not modify any plot, nor did she change any of the painting style of the original work. She just reproduced the work of the tomb of the firefly on the drawing paper, because she had no ability to modify anything in this work, and she didn''t think she was qualified.

    Even if the painting style is old, what if she can modify the painting style to be more beautiful? All this is unnecessary. She just needs to reproduce the pictures in her memory one by one with respect. It doesn''t matter, but because of nainaizi''s own stubbornness. She stubbornly believes that the tomb of fireflies should be the original!

    The brother of heshangtou, white vest and green army pants, Chengtian, has short hair, some baby fat sister Jiezi, some yellowing green grass and fireflies all over the sky, which are like dreams, full of warmth and dreams. Then, the next second, the dark shadow cast by the bomber from the sky obscures all this brilliance and brings a lingering haze to the dreamy color

    The people in the 18th comic book department looked at nainaizi, who regarded everything as nothing and was only immersed in his own world. They really couldn''t find any words to describe the situation at the moment.

    "..." Cheng Yao opened her mouth and stopped talking. After closing her mouth, she stopped talking and wanting. Finally, she secretly sorted out the language at the bottom of her heart. Then she said, "you say, what''s the matter with nanaizi? I always feel that she''s a little strange today. She''s crying and in a daze. Now she suddenly seems to understand the Tao. Look at her now..."

    Which line glanced at Cheng Yao and said, "I thought you had understood it. Didn''t you persuade Naizi just now?"

    "I just follow your words, OK or not." Cheng Yao said angrily, "in fact, I don''t know what''s going on at all. I just cooperated with you and helped fill nainaizi with a few mouthfuls of chicken soup. So, what''s going on, Nanxi? You should know."

    Nanxi spread out her hands and shrugged. "No, that''s it. Nainaizi''s youth confusion period has come, so everything is very tangled, so I''ll help her and let her regain her decision-making ability."

    "That''s it?"

    "It''s that simple!"

    Cheng Yao and Nan Xi stared with big eyes. The scene was a little funny. Jiang Mi smiled and came out and said, "well, you two don''t play tricks anymore. Now nainaizi has begun to create, but we don''t even have a clue... We can''t lag behind nainaizi too much. We are a whole and are members of the 18th comic book department.

    So we can''t hold back the whole 18 comic books department. Everyone should take action. Anyway, we should catch up. Nanaizi is so powerful and still working hard, and we can''t waste time. You don''t want to wait any day. You can''t even see nanaizi''s back. "

    Cheng Yao: "... It''s really a mouthful of poisonous chicken soup out of guard. Comparing yourself with nanaizi makes people want to cry without tears."

    Nanxi also nodded, "well, jiangmi, your chicken soup is really poisonous. I suddenly feel worried about the future."

    Jiang Mi: "..." can you speak well? I''m just encouraging you, okay? What poisonous chicken soup? It''s good to drink it. Even if it''s poisonous, you have to drink it for me to turn it into nutrition and power for progress!

    "Forget it, I won''t quarrel with you two guys. I''m so angry. Anyway, I''m going to work hard." Jiang Mi glanced at Cheng Yao and turned away.

    Cheng Yao nodded to Cheng Yao, "ah Yao, work together!"

    "Hmm!" Cheng Yao smiled and nodded in response.

    "Eh... You two." Nan Xi shivered bitterly. These two guys, who are hot for love, can''t stand it. "Ah Yao, work together. It''s really making my goose bumps fall off. Ignore you. I''m going to work hard. I want to hang firmly on nainaizi''s leg as a pendant!"

    The 18th comic book department once again returned to a quiet atmosphere. Nanaizi''s drawings, Jiang MI and others conceived the outline and human design. For a time, the whole 18th comic book department only had the sound of brush sliding and writing on the drawing paper. No matter what people outside said about their 18th comic book department, they said that they just held nanaizi''s thigh, or that they were lucky enough to win a prize and become famous.

    What will never change is that the members of the 18th comic book department will never slacken their efforts. How much effort and struggle can they bear much praise and slander. As long as we keep working hard, one day we will succeed, become famous and stand at the top of the world.

    Officially, because of this excellent trait and persistence, nainaizi will take a fancy to this group of friends in the 18th comic book department and give them help and guidance, because these friends deserve his help. One day, these friends will help nainaizi in turn, help her ascend the throne of ACG queen and complete her initial dream.

    For a week in a row, everyone in the 18th comic book department was in such an atmosphere of effort. Every morning at 8 o''clock, everyone would come here and start to conceive and draw. Until 6 o''clock in the evening, everyone would stop to rest and go out to play and relax.

    Because all the staff of the 18th comic book department got good rankings, achievements and recognition in the magic comic book competition last time, the school''s management of them is very loose. In addition to the necessary professional courses and special activities, their 18th comic book department has the privilege not to take classes... Of course, the premise is that you can ensure that you don''t fail in the final exam, Otherwise, you still have to take the make-up examination and retake the credits, which is beyond discussion.

    Early that morning, everyone came to the 18th comic book department for community activities as usual. Jiang MI and several of them haven''t even finished the idea and outline of their works, but nanizi has completed the whole firefly tomb. After all, she copied it completely this time without modifying the human design and plot.

    All the contents of the firefly''s tomb are just the contents of an animated film. Nainaizi tried to describe the division and plot in detail, which took him eight days. Otherwise, she would have finished all the works with the speed of her humanoid printer.

    Close the pen and exhale. Nanaizi breathed out a long breath. These days, when she was painting the tomb of fireflies, she almost suppressed her sad emotion all the time, tried to be detached and don''t let her emotion fall into the plot, but she still felt that her heart was like a big stone, and she was a little out of breath.

    Because of the need to maintain the state in the painting, nanaizi has hardly seriously experienced the plot of the firefly tomb. He just transcribes the picture on the drawing paper according to the memory in his mind. Now it is finally completed.

    With an inexplicable and relaxed mood, nainaizi picked up the manuscript he had drawn these days and whispered to himself, "remember I decided not to see you again, but today, I want to review you again."

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    Several people in the 18th comic book department were immediately disturbed and hurried over. As soon as Jiang Mi wanted to say something, he was held by Cheng Yao, "Let nanaizi cry. Her mood these days is very wrong. Fang fo has been suppressing something. So let her cry now. Just cry. It''ll be all right when she dries her tears. On the contrary, she has been holding it. I feel bad."

    Everyone was silent. Nanxi took a look at nanaizi, pursed her lips, picked up the scattered paintings from the ground, patted the dust on them, waved gently to everyone, "the ''culprit'' who made nanaizi cry should be these paintings. How about, who wants to have a look with me?"

    "Hehe, I''m also very curious. What kind of story can make the loving soldier nainaizi cry like a child."

    "Together."

    Nanxi sorted the painting into a book according to the number of pages at the bottom right of the painting, and then they gathered together to read it.

    I died on the night of September 21, 63rd in the yuan calendar of the beginning of the Dragon kingdom. The content on the first page of the painting made Jiang MI and others feel a little depressed. A young man''s soul announced his death indifferently. His tone was ordinary and simple. Releasing the Buddha was just saying something unimportant.

    Jiezi, where are you? A dreamy narration.

    The young man''s body leaned against the column in front of the station, looked blankly at the ground in front of him, and then fell slowly

    "Zi, this opening... Is a bit depressing. Is it a style similar to the bloodthirsty Frenzy?" Cheng Yao frowned and looked at Cui Ye.

    Cui Ye shook his head. "I feel that it should be different. I''d better keep looking."

    The cleaner took the empty sugar jar in the boy''s hand and threw it into the weeds in the distance. The thrown empty sugar jar rotated in the air, tossed and fell into the dark grass. Fireflies flew up, a little light, two lights. Gradually, many fireflies rose and floated, and the weak cold light became brighter and softer. In the orange light, the figure of a little girl became clear , his innocent face looked at the rusty sugar can in surprise.

    The young man''s indifferent expression melted away at the moment he saw the little girl. He walked over and patted her on the shoulder. "Jiezi, my favorite sister, I came to see you. We were finally... Reunited again."

    The boy took his sister''s hand and took her away from the grass. In the carriage, the souls of brother and sister sat quietly in a corner. The light in the distance outside the window shone on their faces. It was red and reminiscent of the warmth of the fire.

    Jiezi, are you tired? Then go to sleep. Don''t worry, it''s quiet here. There''s no war, no planes, no burning gasoline bombs, no homes in ruins, no hunger and cold, and no one will drive us away... Only those beautiful fireflies, like stars, twinkle and twinkle... Sleep, Jiezi, sleep... Brother and you, forever No more separation!