I Am the Mother of a Prodigy - Chapter 55

After An Zimo returned to the room to rest, An Xiang then continued to draw comics.

No outline is needed for this kind of daily comics, and the characters are modeled after her and her son, so there is no situation that it will collapse in the later stage. There are nine frames one by one, and because An Xiang is not very good at background, he focuses on describing the characters.

The tiger son in the comics was still a small group when he first appeared on the scene, and the mother cat mistakenly identified him as a small milk cat and picked him home.

An Xiang didn’t directly set his son as his own, but used the contrast between the beast and the cute beast to create laughter and plot conflicts. The family affection between different races can also move people’s hearts even more.

It is early morning when a picture is finished, and An wants to send the picture.

[Think about catfish: #养养一个猛兽#: New work, not sure when to update. ]

An Xiang originally wanted to use the original “Mother Cat’s Tiger Son”, but the name seemed to sound too serious, so I thought about changing it to a more suitable one.

There was no splash in ten minutes after the new work was released. I wanted to have expected it, so I lay back on the bed with my phone and watched the video. She gradually felt sleepy, and habitually swiped Weibo before going to bed, and found that there was one comment and one like on her head.

[Who said I am not a human being: Not bad QWQ. ]

This is the first comment of the comic. An Xiang was immediately excited, and clicked into the homepage of this account and scanned it around. This is a new account, only her and four or five news accounts are in the following column.

[Think about Catfish Reply: Thank you, but I have to go to bed earlier QWQ]

[Who said I am not a human being: Oh QWQ]

Hey, this girl likes to use the same expression as her, so cute.

When An Xiang was ready to go to bed contentedly, a few more comments came over.

[Genius in kindergarten: QWQ is pretty good. ]

[When can I stay up late: Come on QWQ. ]

[User 25924: Continue to watch QWQ. ]

“…”

Ann wanted to fall silent to Yiqian QWQ. She seriously suspected that Weibo had bought her a comment, but she didn’t have to be a little-known author. It would always be Momo, right?

An wanted to open the quilt and went to An Zimo’s room. The room was pitch black, and it was so quiet that only the child could breathe evenly and steadily.

She frowned, and went back to the bedroom inexplicably.

An wanted to leave, An Zimo, lying on his side, sneaked the tablet out of her body, and placed it on the shelf of the coffin.

***

One night later, the first thing An wants to wake up is to find out her phone and log in to Weibo. The cartoon has over 30 comments and over 100 likes. The data is naturally not comparable to the big guys, but it is enough to make her happy. .

She is in a good mood, because today is a day off, and there is no need to spend the early morning as busy as before.

“Mo Mo, are you up yet?”

“Mo Mo, get up!”

She shouted at the inside through the door for a long time before An Zimo ran out listlessly.

An wants to see that his son is sleepy, his hair is fluffy, and dark circles under his eyes are obvious.

“Did you sleep well?”

“It’s okay.” An Zimo rubbed his eyes and dragged his short legs to the bathroom to wash his face.

“I’m going to the store later, will Momo stay with me, or stay at home with Nono and the others?”

An Zimo glanced at her feet, “Can you go?”

“No problem, you can go.” In order to convince her son that she can work, An Xiang stomped the injured foot specially, “Look, that’s okay.”

“Oh.” He didn’t ask much, as cold as ever.

After a while, An Zimo raised his head and looked at her: “Does anyone read your comics?”

Speaking of this comfort, I am very proud, proud and proud, with a small smug on his face: “Someone commented on me last night. Today there are more than 30. Your mother and I are very powerful.”

An Zimo curled his mouth in disdain, and sat before the meal, gnawing on a small bread.

“But there is no substantive content. I would like to see some suggestions and helpful comments more than those cheering flowers.”

This is the first time An Xiang has created a completely independent comic. Unlike the original avatar list, she hopes that others will give more opinions or suggestions so that she can improve.

An Zimo frowned as he listened, “Isn’t it good to praise you?”

“It is good to praise, but only praise can not make people improve. Appropriate criticism is needed to make people go further and become better.”

An Zimo didn’t understand.

People in this world only like to listen to good things, and I haven’t heard of anyone who wants to be criticized.

His nice little brows wrinkled and wrinkled, wrinkled and wrinkled, and finally took out the tablet while Ann wanted to wash and make up, and went to Taobao to buy a few Weibo trumpets. Fortunately, I couldn’t help but let Pei Chen secretly bind Alipay to him at that time.

With the account number ready, An Zimo began to be embarrassed again.

He… doesn’t criticize people, and he has never had the experience of giving advice.

He could scold people. They were all learned from his mother in his previous life, but they were too vulgar to criticize people.

After thinking about it, An Zimo asked Pei Chen for help.

[An Zimo: Pei Chen, do you know how to criticize people? ]

[Pei Chen: Don’t talk about it yet, did you make my sister cry yesterday? She can say that she is also your junior. As a grandfather, do you bully a child as a person? ]

[An Zimo: I am a child too. ]

[Pei Chen:…Fuck, what do you want to criticize? ]

An Zimo pondered for a few seconds, and replied: [It means to express opinions and express dissatisfaction in a tactful way. ]

[Pei Chen: Yin and Yang are weird, right? ]

Weird yin and yang? ? ?

Well, you can say the same.

After a while, Pei Chen sent him a long quotation.

An Zimo blinked, [What does kongjing mean? ]

[Pei Chen: It’s what you said tactfully to express opinions and express dissatisfaction. ]

Oh I got it.

An Zimo read it seriously, there is no swear word, but he doesn’t understand why these words are criticisms, but Pei Chen said that it is correct, then it must be correct. He copied a few, cut his account and posted it under the comments.

[I’m a Kong Jing: No, right? Is this kind of thing really seen? ]

[Jincheng’s trumpet: This is it? The style of painting is naive, the plot is outrageous, and there is no deep meaning. Is this also the case? ? ]

[Jincheng Meimeizi: I am the only one who thinks that the plot development is a bit problematic? From the perspective of human settings, the tiger should be the Siberian tiger. The Siberian tiger belongs to the national first-class protected animal. It is an illegal act for this cat to pick up the tiger and not hand it in. Not to mention that this cat has been raised privately. According to national laws, this kind of illegal breeding of wild animals will be punished with fixed-term imprisonment of not less than five years and not more than ten years. I suggest that the author is more logical. ]

An Zimo took this opportunity to shake up the doubts in his heart. I believe that An wants to see these opinions will be appropriately revised, go further, and become better.

He put down the tablet and went to the bedroom to see An Xiang’s reaction.

“Your phone’s screen is on, there seems to be a comment.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll look at it later.” An Xiang applied various skin care products to her face layer by layer. She is also a girl no matter what, and she loves beauty by nature, even if she doesn’t usually make up much, skin care can’t be sloppy.

An Zimo pulled her lips and said to her face, “You might as well get a shot of hyaluronic acid or botulinum toxin.”

An Xiang’s hands stiffened, her face in the mirror was still young, and her skin was full of collagen. Although she had given birth to a child, she didn’t have any fine wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, which was far from the point where hyaluronic acid was needed.

An Xiang’s tone was excited: “I’m not old!”

An Zimo’s expression was calm: “I didn’t say you are old, I just made suggestions.” After a pause, “Didn’t you say that suggestions will make you go further and become better?”

His eyes were innocent, and An wanted to breathe, suddenly not knowing how to speak.

She bulged her cheeks and put on sunscreen at the end before she started to read comments.

From the moment An wanted to pick up the phone, An Zimo’s eyes lit up with fluorescence.

An Xiang quietly flipped through the comments, only to find that her comics had become a battlefield between the gangsters and the counter-strikes.

[Jincheng’s little sweetheart: Where is this live SB who is wearing my goddess. The name goes crazy? ]

[Little Moonlight: No, right? Really have a mentally retarded feeling for Sand Sculpture Comics? Why don’t you talk directly to animals? ]

[What to eat tonight: I just started paying attention to this blogger, but I didn’t expect the newcomer to be taken advantage of on the first day. It was outrageous and distressed…]

“…”

An Zimo bumped his feet and asked cheerfully, “How’s it going?”

How about it?

Ann wanted to be furious.

She looked at the comments back and forth many times, and her anger rose. If it weren’t for the child to be in front of her, she could not help but smash the phone.

An Xiang suffocated his mouth aggrievedly, and deleted the black dragon without saying anything.

An Zimo, who noticed this action, frowned again, “Why did you delete it?”

“I do not like.”

“Why don’t you like it again?”

“Because this kind of person is very annoying.” Ann wanted to sniff and vowed to work hard. When she turns red, she will be **** off by these levers! !

There was a big question mark in An Zimo’s little head.

He couldn’t figure it out. She was the first to suggest that she wanted to see it. Why was she unhappy after seeing it? And you won’t be mad at others if you are red?

There is nothing wrong with that sentence in the book. Women are really incomprehensible creatures.

However, An Zimo also knows a truth. In the future, don’t really give advice to her mother. Advice will not make her better, nor will it make her go further. It will only make her angry like a pufferfish.

Thinking, An Zimo puffed up his cheeks the way she did.

The son’s pouting mouth and bulging cheeks are cute and cute, and he finally looks like a child.

An Xiang’s depressive mood was immediately relieved, and couldn’t help but secretly record this picture with his mobile phone, preparing to use it as the material for today’s update.

The two of them were lingering at ten o’clock. Just as An Xiang was about to go to the store, he saw Pei Chen appear at the door of his house violently, followed by Pei Nuo crying and crying.

“An Zimo, why are you making my sister cry?”

Pei Chen was completely questioning.

He faintly swept his eyes, his eyes were red and swollen, and his face was full of wronged Pei Nuo, and he snorted lightly, “I didn’t go out today.”

“You always went out yesterday, right?”

An Zimo couldn’t help laughing, “Your brain is broken? Yesterday’s things belong to today. There is no reason for yesterday’s accounts to be calculated today. Besides, she still scratched my face, why don’t you tell me about it.”

Pei Chen stared at the obvious scar on An Zimo’s face, and his eyelids jumped down fiercely. He looked at his sister who was innocent and looked like a little white flower behind him, with an unbelievable tone: “Nono, are you still beating?”

Pei Nuo bit his fingers and twitched and said, “Yes, it was the hand that the stone moved first, and it has nothing to do with Nuo Nuo.”

Pei Chen: “…”

I believe in your evil.