"The Devil's Deal?"

Tian Ruifeng looked at Shi Jia up and down, and smiled in surprise and said, "Don't joke about me, I'm not in this mood either."

Shi Jia explained: "Just give an example. If there is such an opportunity, you will only leave you with five years of life, but let you have the most inspiring brain and the most touching brushstrokes in the world...will you?"

Tian Ruifeng was stunned.

The road was very noisy, and at this moment he seemed to be unable to hear the harsh noise. The friction between the tires and the asphalt ground, the shouting of pedestrians as if no one was around when they called, and the advertisements for customers played in shops on the street...all disappeared.

There was only one voice left in his mind.

Never had everything, he didn't really ask himself: Can he give everything for his dream?

Something called intuition made him feel a tremor rising from the tailbone, spreading along his spine to his brain. His pores opened as if they had passed an electric current, numb and uncontrollable excitement.

For some reason, just like the fear of the unknown deep in his soul, Tian Ruifeng knew that this was just a fictional assumption, but he found that no matter what answer he gave, his mouth was like a heavy weight, and even if he spit out a word, it would be difficult.

He even had an illusion that this moment might be the most important choice in his life.

Devil's deal?

The smile of the handsome young man in front of him looked nothing special, but... at this time he suddenly realized that the person's eyes did not look like a young man at all.

Under the cold, quiet and kind appearance, there are some contradictions called reason and madness.

"I..." Tian Ruifeng had just said half a word, and he found his lips trembling.

The unique cultural tradition of China makes Chinese people very restrained in their emotions and rarely express their true feelings. Even if they say choices from the deepest heart, they also have a kind of fear and embarrassment exposed to the eyes of others.

Every night in my memory made Tian Ruifeng suddenly want to cry.

He cannot forget his efforts, his fanaticism, and even more so, his promises he has made to him. It is difficult for people to find their pursuit in their lives. When you choose to give up, it is actually just hidden deep in your heart.

Until an opportunity arises, all the emotions that are accumulated in the heart pour out and bury reason.

There is only one thought in my mind. There is only one voice. This is something called faith and persistence. No one can express it clearly, and no one can easily deny it.

Tian Ruifeng has no chance of denying his dream.

He still remembers the joy of seeing a comic for the first time and the excitement of sharing the plot with his friends for the first time. He feels happy when his friends fall in love with the comics he recommends.

This is an indissoluble bond, which has caused this young man named Tian Ruifeng to have an inseparable bond with the art form of comics.

This is not a life-and-death decision, but a light and calm look in your heart.

Tian Ruifeng figured out everything, even if there was no so-called devil, he would continue to pursue his dreams. He looked at Shi Jia firmly and said word by word: "No matter what, I am willing."

"Thank you."

"Remember your choice..."

It seemed like a long time had passed. When Tian Ruifeng opened his eyes, he found himself lying in a small and dirty rental house, and could smell the familiar stinky smell on his nose.

The headache was split. He covered his forehead and frowned tightly.

When the memory seemed to be still stuck on the road and was talking to the strange young man, he picked up his phone and looked at the time, and was surprised to find that it was the second day.

Tian Ruifeng was just about to stand up when he suddenly felt as if his brain was hit by an electric current, and countless memories called inspiration emerged one after another.

The tool of liberating power...

Humanoid mecha...

Fruits with strange effects...

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and his body trembled slightly. This was not fear, but irrepressible excitement. The cerebral cortex secreted hormones frantically, leaving him in a state of excitement.

Tian Ruifeng pulled a piece of paper casually and had no time to look for professional brushes. He found a blue neutral pen on the table. He quickly painted on the paper!

The feeling of inspiration venting from the tip of the pen is really wonderful, and indescribable satisfaction fills the brain.

"This...is I drew it?"

With amazing picture expressiveness, the characters are like jumping on paper, and the storyboard is handled comparable to a master... If he is not mixed with subjective emotions to judge, this is definitely a level that only top comics in China can have!

No, the lines are so delicate.

Tian Ruifeng greedily stroked the paper, as if he could feel the subtle changes in the picture.

"It's so wonderful..." He murmured to himself, and then his whole body turned into a madman and began to paint crazily. The inspiration that could not be suppressed became his source of motivation. Without the main plot and no character setting, each picture is an exciting catharsis, and each picture is an inspirational explosion!

When he realized that time had passed, it was midnight.

The soreness all over his body made Tian Ruifeng moan, as painful as if he was beaten hard.

On the desktop and on the floor, he could see messy manuscripts everywhere, and he fell into the pile of paper and grinned.

After going crazy, reason reoccupied his brain. First of all, he realized that he had not dreamed, and secondly... he knew that he had absolutely no such talent in the past. The only thing he could call him was probably his full love for comics and his ability to go around the clock.

"Didi--"

The Nokia straight-board phone is prompted.

"A MMS?" Tian Ruifeng muttered, then pressed the OK button to turn it on.

A surprising scene appeared.

He saw a line of text floating in front of his eyes, as if growing in the air. He subconsciously reached out to touch it, but found that he had pounced on it and didn't catch anything, and his palm passed through the floating text directly.

"The devil has agreed to your request and enjoy it all."

Tian Ruifeng was stunned. Fear from the depths of his soul emerged, making him clear about something...

There really are devils in this world.

And that young man is undoubtedly the spokesperson of the devil.

...

"A fat man said he wanted to find me?" Lin Yan asked Han Fei in confusion.

Han Fei nodded and said, "It seems to be called Tian Ruifeng."

"I remembered it. Shi Jia seemed to ask me to sign this person, but I forgot it..." Lin Yan covered her forehead and said, "Huh--It almost broke the matter. I don't want Shi Jia to say a little bit about this."

When Lin Yan saw Tian Ruifeng, he was a little surprised.

The person in front of him was no longer a rookie cartoonist who was timid at the AG Cultural Festival. In him, Lin Yan saw a calm and confident temperament, with a plain look and a smile.

"It's like a different person..." Lin Yan murmured in a low voice.

Tian Ruifeng stretched out his right hand and said with a smile: "Hello, Manager Lin, I want to become a signed painter of Royal Tu Animation Company. This is my work." He presented a thick kraft paper bag with both hands.

Lin Yan remembered that she had seen the "bad work" she had seen and didn't expect anything. She took it casually and glanced at it a few rough glances. Her attitude went from frivolous to seriousness. The outstanding pictures and wonderful plot immediately attracted her firmly.

"Great! Do you have any manuscripts in this comic called "One Piece"? If possible, I... well, I want to carefully check whether the picture quality can be consistent, which is very important for serialized comics."

Lin Yan couldn't lie, and her face became redder and redder.

Tian Ruifeng had a smile on his fat face and said politely: "There are some more, but they are all kept at home. If possible, I want to meet Chairman Shi."

He said silently in his heart: The head of the Utrombosnake, a mysterious devil. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!