As the sky got darker, the scent of greedy braised pork came from the kitchen. There was a bright sword on the TV in the living room. Li Yunlong was saying the classic line: I am fighting elites!

Jiang Xia smiled silently, walked out of the bedroom, and saw Jiang Wende sitting on the sofa, staring at the TV very focused. Not to mention his father back then, even he liked watching it.

"Dad." He called out.

"Um."

Jiang Wende responded slightly, looked up and turned to look at the TV.

Jiang Xia can be said to be very familiar with this scene and has almost forgotten it.

From childhood to adulthood, Jiang Wende basically spared his son. He occasionally asked about his grades and learned about the recent situation. As long as he did not get into trouble, he would be fine.

As for life and study, they were basically handed over to his mother Xia Shanshan. Who made her a Chinese teacher who taught and educated? He only needed to make money hard.

But it cannot be said that Jiang Wende doesn’t care about his son. But when he is a father, he often only keeps his father’s love in his heart without over-expressing it.

And Jiang Xia gradually understood these things in his previous life after he became an adult.

I saw my father again. He was still a man in his early forties and his temples were not white yet.

Thinking of his father's experience in his previous life, his nose was sour and he felt very guilty.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wende looked at him in confusion, for no reason, thinking that something was wrong with this kid today. Has he not seen him or something?

"No... nothing." Jiang Xia took a deep breath and walked over to pretend to drink water to hide his complex emotions.

In the past, every year on his father's death anniversary, he would whisper a lot of things alone, but now when he sees someone, he feels nothing to say.

In my memory, the father and son don’t seem to chat much. On the night of the school banquet, Jiang Wende, who had not drunk alcohol for many years, had a rare drink. The father and son sat on a small stool on the balcony, and told Jiang Xia a lot of life truths with the night view of the city.

It’s a pity that he listened to what he had, but he didn’t listen to what he had, otherwise he wouldn’t start a business arrogantly. As a result, he was bleeding from his head, but his parents ended up bearing the consequences for him.

It is too late to think about filial piety after the accident happens.

"Your mother told me that you will fall asleep when you go home today. I want to say that the college entrance examination is coming soon, don't put such a lot of pressure on yourself, keep your mind calm, and success will always be left to those who are prepared." Jiang Wende suddenly said.

"I know, don't worry, Dad, I will definitely not let you down."

Jiang Xia nodded vigorously and changed the subject: "But, Dad, don't just talk about me, so do you. Pay more attention to rest and never drive tiredly."

Jiang Wende was stunned and cursed with a smile: "I don't know about this little thing that I have driven for more than ten years? It's better to care about your mother than to care about me. She spends more time on you than me."

"Hehe, no contradiction, I care."

After saying that, Jiang Xia ran to the kitchen to help.

Dinner is home-cooked, with four dishes and one soup. The family of three eats while watching TV. Compared with the various eye-catching fairy tale dramas in later generations, the costume dramas of this era are a breath of fresh air.

"Mom, I'm going out to buy some drawing paper tomorrow." Jiang Xia said after taking a bite of the braised pork with a burst of juice.

"Is one hundred yuan enough?"

Xia Shanshan looked at him and she didn't understand her son's choice of art. She is a very traditional teacher and attaches great importance to cultural courses. She always feels that she is a little unlearning music. Generally, students who have poor grades will take this path.

But since it was his decision after thinking about it and he did show a high enough talent in painting, he left it to him.

"Enough is enough." Jiang Xia nodded hurriedly.

Special animation positioning paper is not expensive and can be bought in ordinary bookstores. It is just that it may need a lot of it.

Jiang Wende immediately took out 100 yuan and put it on the table. Xia Shanshan said, "The money can be given, but in the near future, you must satisfy me. Don't get high scores in professional courses and fail the cultural course."

"no problem."

He agreed immediately, thinking in his heart that he had to be serious in class in the future.

After dinner, Jiang Xia returned to her room again and focused on creating the unfinished storyboard of the first episode. At 11 o'clock in the evening, Xia Shanshan's voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"It's getting late, so I'll wash up and go to bed early. I have to review with enough energy to achieve twice the result with half the effort."

Listening to his mother speaking, it seemed as if she was taking a Chinese class, Jiang Xia couldn't help but feel a warm current in her heart.

"I know mom, I'll go to bed right away."

As soon as I finished speaking, the lights in the living room went out.

After about half an hour of touching, Jiang Xia yawned, and all the storyboards of the first episode were drawn. In the 7-minute video, more than 100,70 storyboards were drawn in total.

Although it is suspected of copying and copying, there are so many explosions in one day. It is extremely amazing that an island country with a complete industrial chain in the previous life.

Once again, he quickly previewed the original picture drawn by the storyboard again. Jiang Xia modified several perspectives and expression tensions to completely complete the storyboard production of the first episode.

Next is to draw the original painting based on the storyboard and the scene production of the first episode. As long as these two stages can be completed, the first episode of the cat and the mouse will be completed by more than half, and the rest will be handed over to the computer.

With the warm water flow, Jiang Xia has begun to look forward to what kind of storms this classic masterpiece will cause in this world after it is successfully replicated.

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The next day, Jiang Xia woke up slowly and found that it was already bright. Perhaps because he saw his parents again, he slept with great peace of mind last night.

The sound of porcelain bowls colliding came from the kitchen. Jiang Xia walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas and found that Jiang Wende had already left the door early.

"Are you up? I'm planning to call you."

Xia Shanshan held the shovel and nagged: "Have you not read Chen for a long time? I have taught you that the plan for a day is Chen since I was a child. How long has it been forgotten? How can I remember if I don't read the book? Whether it is Chinese or English, I have to be backed."

"Yes, yes, I know, my mother." Jiang Xia was helpless, and he was a human being for two lifetimes. These words were almost a calluse, but he didn't feel tired of it anyway.

"Don't you still want to buy painting paper today? Eat it quickly." Xia Shanshan said, putting two poached eggs into his bowl, "I'll go to school in the afternoon, right? Will you still be back for lunch?"

Jiang Xia thought for a while, then shook her head: "I won't come back."

"What does it mean to 'I won't come back'?"

"I won't come back."
Chapter completed!