The night is very quiet!

In a dilapidated bungalow, Zhao Chen's heart was particularly uneasy because everything in front of him made him feel extremely unreal!

"pain!"

In the darkness, he twisted the soft flesh on his waist nervously, and a sharp pain came. Not only did he not regret it, but he showed an expression of extreme joy on his face. Those who didn't know it might even think that this was a lunatic.

"I remember I was hit by a flower pot. How could such a heavy thing still be alive when hitting my head after free fall movement? God really has a spirit, but where is this? Can't I be saved? But my head still hurts very much."

Zhao Chen couldn't figure it out. He was originally just a cartoonist assistant, but when he was out, he was unfortunately hit by a flower pot falling from a high place. At that time, he felt that his eyes were pitch black and he had no consciousness.

But when he woke up, he found that he was still alive and his heart was beating violently at a certain frequency. This scene made him feel extremely unreal.

The bright moonlight shone in from several small holes in the ceiling, making the dark room a little more bright. With the bright moonlight, Zhao Chen widened his eyes and looked at the room carefully, and found that the room seemed a bit dilapidated; if it could be described in idioms, the most appropriate adjective is the only one!

Except for the wooden bed and a wooden cabinet under him, there was nothing else in the room, it was empty, not even a chair; there were a few big holes left on the walls, and the desolate night wind occasionally whistled into the room. The frozen Zhao Chen was a little shivering and subconsciously wrapped the bed sheets around him.

Zhao Chen was completely sure that everything in front of him was not a dream, but a real scene. While this made him ecstatic, he couldn't help but wonder, where is this place, how could it be so poor, this place is not a slum, right?

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. His right hand subconsciously touched his back, but it made him feel strange that his back was strange and there was no pain. How could this be possible! The one he was hit by was obviously the back, so how could it be intact?

But before he could figure it out, a mess of memories suddenly surged out of his mind. A large number of memories hit Zhao Chen's mind, causing him to fall on the wooden bed in pain, holding his head with both hands and gritting his teeth and enduring it.

After a long time, Zhao Chen let out a gentle breath. The scene just now made him almost think that he had stepped into hell. It was so painful and so unforgettable. He absolutely did not want to accept it again because he had no confidence in enduring it again.

But it was because of this that all the doubts in his heart were answered in a complete answer! He did not expect that the development of things would be completely beyond his imagination, making him lean against the cold wall a little dull.

Judging from the unfamiliar memories that were digested, everything here was so strange to him, because this is Xiangjiang, to be precise, it was Xiangjiang in 1979!

When Zhao Chen knew the answer, he was subconsciously panicked, and then he was delighted with the joy of the new life.

Perhaps it was because it was destined. The owner of this memory was the same name as his, and he also called Zhao Chen. This inexplicable coincidence made Zhao Chen a little suspicious. Could there be ghosts and gods in this world? Otherwise, what happened to him would be too incredible!

However, as a member of the new generation, he was able to quickly accept new things because he was hit hard by reality in his previous life! If he really had a choice, he might choose this era and city that was relatively unfamiliar to him.

"This is too unlucky! It's as unlucky as me, so it turns out that we are all unlucky!"

Zhao Chen carefully checked the large amount of memories in his head and found that the owner of this body was as unlucky as him. The original owner of this body only used the summer vacation to work as a temporary worker in a small restaurant, adding a meager income to the poor family. However, he did not expect that the owner of this restaurant did not pay enough protection fees, and the gang came to him and smashed the restaurant on the spot to warn him. However, he was implicated at this time and was hit by a flying beer bottle on the back of his head, which resulted in the current result.

Zhao Chen just lay quietly on the bed, carefully digesting all the memories of the original owner of his body. It took him a long time to open his eyes, and cold sweat wet his back. He did not expect that this body's family could only be described as tragic.

"This family is so miserable. No wonder I went to work as a temporary worker. My father died prematurely. The mother who supported this family also broke her leg a few months ago because she did not have enough medical expenses to lie down at home and take care of her slowly. But even so, she may not be able to recover without going to the hospital for treatment! However, going to the hospital requires a lot of money. With the family's penniless economic situation, she does not have the ability to pay high medical expenses. What's worse is that the family will be short of food soon, which is difficult to deal with!"

Zhao Chen touched his forehead with a headache, rubbed his temples, and continued to say to himself: "Everything is a matter of money. For the sake of the current plan, I can only find a way to make money, but how can I make money quickly? This is not the mainland!"

Zhao Chen felt a headache when he thought of his current situation. He leaned against the wall, and the cold touch came in from the wall, allowing his head to remain sober.

"I don't seem to have any special strengths, and I'm not familiar with the history of Xiangjiang. I only know a few big events. And I don't have the capital to make a lot of money. Hey, by the way, when it comes to strengths, it seems that I'm the best at drawing comics. After all, I have attended several animation cram schools, worked as an assistant to mainland cartoonists, and also inspiring to become a real cartoonist. Now is not an era of extremely developed information in later generations. Most classic animations have not been created yet. I'm really sorry for myself if I don't plagiarize the works of famous artists. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to make a mistake by drawing tigers at that time, and then I'll ruin these famous works in vain. No matter what, I'd better try it first, at least there is a chance! I don't believe that with my advantage of being a prescient in animation, I won't be able to make a name for myself."

When Zhao Chen thought of this, he took a deep breath, calmed down his inner tension, and began to carefully think about the future path. Especially when he thought of the classic comics such as "Dragon Ball", "One Piece", "Pokemon", "Slam Dunk" in this era, he was excited.

Life is actually like an intersection, and it will not be forced to change because of your will. All you can do is treat it as a multiple-choice question and make choices at every intersection. When you pass more and more choices, there are often only a very small number of people who can still stick to their dreams in the end. Zhao Chen is one of them, but persistence does not bring him success and joy, and the results in his previous life seem particularly miserable.

He remembered his past, and the scenes passed through his mind like glimpses, so real and so sad. He still remembered that due to his interests and hobbies, he went to several comic cram schools after graduating from high school, and because of this, he became an assistant to a mainland cartoonist. He worked hard every day to make a little salary, but in the end he could not see his future and could not even support himself. But because of this training, he had a very good foundation.

With this idea, Zhao Chen climbed off the bed and turned on the only electrical appliance in the room - the electric light - with his digested memory! He was looking for tools for painting in the room.

After searching, when Zhao Chen looked at the pencil and ordinary eraser in his hand, he felt like he was crying but not crying. If he wanted to do it well, he must first sharpen his tools! But now, these two tools can only be drawn at most. What’s more important is that there is not even a decent piece of white paper in the room, and there is not even a table for drawing.

What embarrassed him was that these two tools were defective. The pencil was very short in length and could only be held with his right hand, which seriously affected his flexibility. The eraser was also too ordinary, unlike the soft and tough drawing eraser. This ordinary eraser was so hard that it was hard. If it was really used, the effect would be far inferior. Not only was it not clean, but it could also cause the manuscript paper to be damaged to a certain extent. How could Zhao Chen not sigh!

"It seems that I have to buy a set of painting tools tomorrow. I don't know if the money is enough. Alas, why are others reborn and they are good things, but I am so unlucky, and I don't even know if I can grasp the future!"

Zhao Chen sighed lightly and lamented at the current situation. When his eyes swept to the simple pencil and eraser in his hand, he felt even more crying.

Perhaps it was his always tough personality that prompted him not to be discouraged easily. Looking at the yellowed wall in front of him, he resolutely picked up his pencil and started to graffiti on the wall, for the sake of the future!

Not long after, he suddenly stopped moving, and his face, which was originally full of sorrow, was instantly replaced by ecstasy. When he was painting, he suddenly realized that the various pictures he had seen before were like a book, as if they were just flipping in front of him, without even a trace of details, which made him just need to imitate those pictures when painting.

This is not only true in comics, but also in other aspects. Some extremely vague memories become particularly clear, even if it has nothing to do with comics.

"This is simply a blessing for you! Is this the benefit of rebirth? Or maybe it is the change in the brain after the two memories are fused. No matter, this is a great thing for me anyway, right? I can become a cartoonist, I can really become a cartoonist." Zhao Chen had the urge to laugh happily, but he still forced himself to hold it back, because it is midnight now. If he wakes up others, he will not treat him as a lunatic, and he will even think that his head has been broken by a beer bottle.

When he thought of his ability to remember everything, Zhao Chen was excited to walk around in the dilapidated room to vent his deep excitement. His dream was to become a real cartoonist, not a cartoonist assistant who did all the dirty and tiring work.

When he thought of never forgetting everything, a famous figure appeared in Zhao Chen's mind, that is, Ni Fu, who "repeatedly wrote scripts for Zhang Che and wrote novels for Jin Yong." It is because of this ability to remember everything that Ni Fu has always been the fastest to write words, and he never despises using typewriters or computers, because he believes that he can use his hands to write words faster! Similarly, this ability also gave him the ability to remember the plot, so that the inspiration will not disappear easily.

Soon, when Zhao Chen calmed down, he had only one thought in his mind: "But, which work is better to draw first? It's so entangled!"
Chapter completed!