"Brother Nan, about this issue..." Huo Junyang feigned profundity, "You ordinary mortals can't understand it!"
Huo Jingnan raised his hand to strike, but Huo Junyang covered his head and dodged with a smile.
"The line between an artist and a madman is very thin."
“Yes, I admit that!” Huo Jingnan looked at him. “But you’re an artist too, and you’re not crazy!”
"Because we're family, you have a soft spot for me!" Huo Junyang spread his hands casually. "Let me give you another example, Pei Nian! To outsiders, she's not normal either, aloof and arrogant, a female assassin, but in your eyes, she's the most adorable person in the world! Right?"
Huo Jingnan snorted in agreement.
Huo Junyang chuckled and hugged his neck, "So bro, we can't judge people by their appearance. Actually, Xiao Hui's artistic talent is truly unparalleled..."
"Xiao Hui? That sounds so affectionate!"
The two brothers walked and laughed as they went. The butler went into the studio to announce their arrival, and soon invited the two brothers in.
“Young Master Yang, Young Master Nan,” the butler said respectfully, “our young master might be aggressive… but the bodyguards and doctors are at the door, and they will rush in immediately if there is any emergency.”
"The very first thing?" Huo Jingnan narrowed his eyes. "Your young master is such a grown man, yet he has no privacy at all? Outsiders can barge into his room anytime?"
The butler smiled awkwardly and remained silent.
Huo Junyang and Huo Jingnan exchanged a glance and silently went inside.
In the large studio, He Nianhui's sketches were scattered on the floor. He sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, holding a kitten in his arms and gently grooming its fur.
This scene should have been heartwarming, but there was no light in He Nianhui's eyes.
Huo Junyang walked over quietly. Huo Jingnan tugged at him and gave him a wink. Huo Junyang shook his head at him and whispered, "It's nothing."
"Did you forget what his butler said, that this person is aggressive?"
"Brother Nan, you..." Huo Junyang was both amused and exasperated. "Alright, alright, if you're scared, just stand here. I'll find him myself!"
Huo Jingnan crossed his arms and pouted. He wasn't afraid, but rather prepared for any unexpected situation. His innate special forces vigilance made him choose not to approach—he stood in the corner of the room furthest from He Nianhui.
Huo Junyang handed his sketchbook to him. He Nianhui was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the sketchbook and saw a long-lost smiling face.
He thought for a moment, then said softly, "Huo Junyang?"
"So you do recognize me!" Huo Junyang squatted down and played with the kitten with him. "I'll be staying in Yun City for a while this time. I hope we have a pleasant working relationship!"
He Nianhui was stunned for a moment. So the illustration contract really did end up in Huo Junyang's hands.
So He Yining is really that capable; she said she wouldn't let him draw, and she just stopped him from drawing...
It turns out the whole world thought he was crazy, and no matter how he explained, he couldn't shake off the stigma!
He Nianhui clenched his fist tightly and slammed it hard on the ground!
"Hey, He Nianhui?" Huo Junyang's eyes widened. "Are you alright?"
“It’s nothing…” He Nianhui said with a headache, “Congratulations on securing the contract. There’s no need to show off to me like a victor.”
“I’m not showing off, I’m sincerely seeking your advice,” Huo Junyang said earnestly. “President Xiao said that we should collaborate, with me drawing and you providing suggestions. I know I can’t capture the feeling in your paintings, so I came here today specifically to discuss this with you.”
"This illustrated book is about to be published, and I'd like to finish a first draft and submit it to Mr. Xiao for review. He Nianhui, we..."
While he was speaking, He Nianhui had already finished flipping through his sketchbook and let out a cold laugh.
Huo Junyang was taken aback and looked at him with a puzzled expression.
He Nianhui slowly raised his eyes, a hint of disdain in his upturned lips.
"Huo Junyang, have you read the whole novel?"
"Of course! If I hadn't read it, how could I draw it? I still have that much professional ethics!"
“Then let me ask you,” He Nianhui slammed his hand on one of the drawings, “What is this crap? What kind of rubbish did you draw! Huo Junyang, you’ve published comic books and have millions of fans, and you’re showing this piece of junk to your fans?”
"You..." Huo Junyang's face flushed red, a surge of anger rising within him. "What do you mean?!"
"Didn't you come here to discuss this with me?" He Nianhui scoffed. "This is my opinion! In this part, even though the female lead is mentally unstable, she still loves that man. It's just that the man is right in front of her, but she doesn't recognize him... This is one of the most memorable scenes in the book, can you please pay attention?"
"Where did I draw it wrong?"
"Why did you paint this woman so crazy?!" He Nianhui roared. "She may be crazy, but she has love in her heart!"
Huo Junyang froze, staring blankly at him.
What he said... seems to make some sense.
Just then, He Nianhui picked up a paintbrush, dipped it in water and black paint, and started painting directly on the sketchbook. With just a few strokes of correction, the style of the entire picture was completely different from before.
Huo Junyang was taken aback, and watched silently, pondering the matter.
He Nianhui was indeed a cut above the rest, and he understood the book much better. He only read the literal meaning, but He Nianhui could read the author's heart.
"You saw it?" He Nianhui put down his paintbrush, straightened up, and was already covered in sweat after only painting for a short while. He was extremely weak. He was panting heavily, trying his best to support himself, and turned to look at Huo Junyang.
"You can't just draw inspiration from the words...you also have to listen to the author's inner voice!"
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