In addition to the bamboo shoot jelly, Su Ting also bought two strings of candied haws and a box of egg cake.

The egg cake was sold at a time-honored store, which happened to be next to the state-owned hotel where she had dinner. When she came out after her meal, a batch of egg cake had just come out of the oven. The sweet aroma quickly wafted around, whetting her appetite.

But she had just eaten, so even if her appetite was aroused, it would soon disappear, and she still felt her stomach was full, but she didn't want to eat much. But after walking a few meters, she thought of He Yan. It seemed unkind of her to come out to eat and drink by herself without bringing anything for him, so she turned back and asked him to weigh a box of egg cake.

After buying the egg cake, I saw a candied haws and loquats stall next door, so I bought two more strings. I also bought some bamboo shoot jelly as well, mainly to amuse the kids.

After spending a few days together, Su Ting had a certain understanding of He Yan's personality. To describe him using a popular word from later generations, it would be arrogant.

If one word is not enough and a short sentence is needed, then you are saying one thing and doing another.

But no matter how arrogant he is, or how much he says one thing and means another, you can tell that this child was brought up in pampering. He is innocent and kind, completely different from the cold-hearted and ruthless Long Aotian in the novel.

The original body committed a sin!

Su Ting thought as she bit the sugar coating on the hawthorn, turned her head to look at the kid chewing candied haws beside her, and asked, "Is it delicious?"

"tasty."

“Asparagus jellies are as delicious as candied haws.”

He Yan’s mask of pain: “…” He couldn’t eat the candied haws anymore.

Su Ting laughed loudly and rubbed his head vigorously with her hand: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

He Yan dodged to the right, covered his head and said, "Don't touch a man's head!"

"What happens if I touch it?"

He Yan couldn't say anything, and he stammered, "Anyway, you can't touch it."

"Then I must touch it. You eat the things I bought for you and you don't let me touch your head. You are so capable." Su Ting said, and pinched his head again.

He Yan had to swallow her dissatisfaction as she looked at the juicy red candied haws in her hand. She thought that after he finished eating, he would definitely not let her touch his head!

But after eating the candied haws, there was egg cake, and after eating the egg cake, there were also tangerines, melon seeds and peanuts bought two days ago.

Never mind, let her touch it if she wants.

…

In the next few days, Su Ting kept studying the picture magazine she had bought.

The comic strips of this era have more styles than Su Ting had imagined, including realism and freehand. The former are always drawn in great detail, while the latter only use a few strokes to outline the character's mood, and some are like cartoon characters.

The layout is basically one picture and one text, and the text is written in the third person. This is also the biggest difference between comics and manga.

But there are exceptions. Among the illustrated magazines that Su Ting bought, there was one that, in addition to descriptive text, also had first-person text bubbles in the frame, which looked closer to the comics that were popular in later generations.

Su Ting flipped through all the comic books she had bought and found that there were few serials published, and each issue contained roughly one article. Regardless of whether it was a serial or a single story, the length of each issue was between twenty and forty pictures, occupying two to three pages.

The stories are varied, ranging from ancient to modern, and many are adapted from Aesop's Fables. But no matter what the background is, the values ​​they express are always positive.

Su Ting bought a lot of picture magazines, seemingly, but in fact the last issue only had twenty pages including the cover, and she almost finished reading through dozens of picture magazines in one afternoon.

But it was no use just translating it. If she wanted her manuscript to be accepted, she had to think about the painting style and storyline. She already had an idea of ​​the latter in her mind, and she was still practicing her feel for the former.

She cut the thinner A4 paper she bought into two halves and used a needle and thread to sew them together to make a simple sketchbook. She then walked around with the sketchbook and a sketch pen every day, and drew a picture whenever she saw one that she liked.

But the person she painted the most was He Yan, as the two of them spent more time together.

He Yan was also happy to be her model. The kid had a strong desire to express himself, but that was only at the beginning. After seeing a few of Su Ting's paintings of herself, he stopped.

He is so ugly in the painting!

In order to appease him, Su Ting specially spent money to buy him a set of Q version of Xiao He Yan, and explained that it was a problem of painting style before, and he was not ugly.

Seeing that Su Ting apologized sincerely, He Yan reluctantly decided to forgive her and reached out to open the Q print she gave him.

It would have been fine if he hadn't looked at it. As soon as he looked at it, He Yan became angry again: "I won't act like a spoiled child! I won't cry! And I won't act cute. I won't make such a weird expression!"

There are six pictures in a set of Q-version figurines, with the themes of He Yan eating, sleeping, doing homework, acting coquettishly, and crying.

The first three pictures were fine, but the last three pictures caused He Yan great dissatisfaction.

Su Ting was surprised when she heard this: "You know so many words?"

He Yan felt that he was being bullied and was extremely angry.

Su Ting stopped when she saw that things were going well, and consoled her, "Don't you think these pictures are cute? These are all my images of Xiao Yan, don't you like them? It took me an entire night to draw this set of pictures."

"Of course……"

Before he could utter the word "no", He Yan saw Su Ting's sad expression and changed his words: "It's not annoying..."

Actually, if you look closely, this set of pictures is quite nice. Of course, it would be better if there were no last three pictures, with their cute and coquettish behavior and crying, which really affects his image.

Su Ting followed up by asking, "Then please don't be angry with me, okay?"

"I wasn't mad at you at first." He just thought she drew him too ugly and didn't want to be her model anymore.

The next second, He Yan heard Su Ting ask: "Are you still willing to be a model for me in the future?"

He Yan's expression was tangled.

"Alas, I just started learning to paint, and the people I draw are not very good-looking. It's just right that you don't want to be my model..."

He Yan took a deep breath and said, "I'll draw it for you."

"Eh? What?"

He Yan repeated in a low voice: "I said I would draw for you, it doesn't matter if it's not pretty." Go ahead and draw, at most he won't look at the pictures she draws in the future.

If you can’t see it, just pretend you don’t know.

"Xiao Yan."

He Yan raised his head and was about to ask "what else?" when Su Ting rubbed his head from front to back. When he finally escaped from the "claws" and was about to lose his temper, he heard Su Ting say, "You are so nice."

He Yan's fair face turned red instantly, and he fled back to the second bedroom holding the painting she gave him.

That night, He Yan lay on the bed with the light on, holding up a piece of sketch paper and looking at the Q-version picture that Su Ting had drawn for him.

He seems to be quite adorable in the picture, crying and acting cute.

…

After coaxing He Yan, Su Ting actually drew less of him and adjusted her style, and the result was much better than before.

He Yan was very satisfied.

Yes, he finally couldn't resist his curiosity.

I had clearly decided not to look at her finished drawings, but after two times I couldn't help myself and went over to take a look.

After seeing this, He Yan found that she had made a lot of progress. At least now her paintings did not hurt her eyes.

Su Ting: “…I don’t understand art!”

After adjusting her painting style, Su Ting often went to the playground at the gate of her family's courtyard. There were many children there, and whether they were queuing up to swing on the swings or gathering together to play marbles, they were all very touching pictures of children playing.

Sometimes she also painted adults, and the wives of soldiers in the family compound were also happy to be painted by her, of course, on the premise that she was willing to give the paintings to them after she was finished.

Su Ting was worried about not having a model, so she naturally would not be stingy with a painting and readily agreed.

She has already thought of the story she wants to draw for her submission, and has also found a feel for her painting style. The biggest challenge facing her right now is her unfamiliarity with this era.

Although she has most of the memories of her original body, those memories seem to be instilled into her mind. She knows very well that is not her life, so even if she is living in this era, there is inevitably a layer of separation between her and the people around her.

Without integration, it is naturally impossible to draw a story that suits this era.

This is also the main reason why she often stays in the amusement park recently. It is close to the main gate and she can see all kinds of people here. Moreover, when painting, she can also find topics to chat with the military wives and learn more about this era through their stories.

When she is not painting, she occasionally goes out for a walk.

She went to the beach twice, walked to the large group of island residents three times, but most of the time she wandered around the street outside her family compound.

Among all the shops outside, she often went to the supply and marketing cooperative and the canteen. The reason was the same: she ate a lot there.

We go to the canteen for three meals at fixed times, but going to the supply and marketing cooperative is more random. In short, we go there whenever we feel hungry. For example, now, after finishing a painting, I suddenly feel tasteless in my mouth, so Su Ting closed her sketchbook and went outside the family compound.

As a frequent customer of the supply and marketing cooperative, the sales clerks were accustomed to her frequent visits to buy things and had no intention of talking about it behind her back.

After all, even if they talked about it, Su Ting still ate and drank as usual, and her life did not change at all. On the contrary, they became more and more envious, and more and more sad the more they talked.

They are all military wives, so why are their lives so different?

…

Su Ting didn't know what people in the supply and marketing cooperative were thinking. Her mind was all on food. Not long after leaving the supply and marketing cooperative, she stopped and broke off a banana from the one she was carrying.

Not to mention, the fruits of that era were really good. For example, the bananas she often bought had a particularly strong fragrance and were very sweet. She didn't want the bananas bought in later generations to be so tasteless.

Just as she was thinking, Su Ting heard someone behind her calling her name with a hint of doubt. She turned her head and saw a young man with a blue-gray navy uniform and an unshaven beard standing not far away.

When he saw her face, he quickened his hesitant pace and walked towards her.

Although he knew the other party was a soldier and there were guards not far away, he would not act rashly. But he was tall and domineering. When he was approached, Su Ting could not help but take a half step back and asked cautiously: "Who are you?"

The unshaven man stopped and said in a flat tone, "Your husband."

Su Ting: “…”

It's very embarrassing.

If she had a cell phone now, she would definitely post on a certain website and ask: "I ran into my husband on his way back from a business trip, but I didn't recognize him. What should I do? I'm waiting online. Urgent!"