Li Hanxiang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, thought about it again, and then picked up the pen and added a few strokes to the portrait.

But don't say it, Yang Qiu's suggestion is really good, Li Hanxiang painted these few strokes, and the black and white sketches on the paper suddenly made people feel a little more vivid.

"Tsk!"

Li Hanxiang put away his paintbrush, looked at the painting in his hand, turned his head to look at Yang Qiu, and asked with a smile: "Brother Yang, what else do you can't do? ”

"Painting?" Yang Qiu shook his head and replied, "I don't know, and I haven't studied." ”

"Won't?"

Seeing that Li Hanxiang thought that he was going to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, Yang Qiu replied honestly: "I really won't, I just feel that your painting would look better if you add a few strokes to the color, so I said it." ”

Yang Qiu is telling the truth, he had a dream of becoming a painter for a few days when he was a child. This kid is always coming up with great ideas, and if he becomes a painter today, he may want to be a scientist tomorrow, so he can't count.

After the idea of becoming a painter came out, he took a pencil and drew it seriously a few times, but unfortunately each time he drew something seriously, it became a masterpiece of abstraction, so he finally gave up.

To put it bluntly, Yang Qiu has no talent for painting.

Who knows Yang Qiu's explanation Li Hanxiang didn't believe it at all, this guy was scared of Yang Qiu pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger yesterday, so he directly handed over the sketchpad and pen and said: "It doesn't matter, I think Brother Yang, you still have a lot of talent for painting, come, let's try to paint, maybe you are still a painting genius." ”

Li Hanxiang is a good idea to fight in the end, whether Yang Qiu is true or not, as long as you scribble, whether you are scribbling or not, the basic skills can definitely be seen.

When the time comes, you can see if this guy is pretending to be forced again.

Yang Qiu was stunned for a moment, took the drawing board meaningfully, and said with a blank eye: "Paint, what to draw?"

"You can draw any person, you can draw a dog. Li Hanxiang encouraged: "Why don't you draw an egg." ”

"Forehead ......"

This proposition composition is also broad enough, Yang Qiu scratched his head with a paintbrush and thought about it, and then his eyes lit up, and he really took a paintbrush and drew a circle on the cardboard.

Just when Li Hanxiang really thought that Yang Qiu was going to draw an egg, he saw Yang Qiu add five strokes to the paper.

"Hah, it's done. Yang Qiu triumphantly handed the sketchpad back to Li Hanxiang.

Looking at the strange-looking 'person' on the drawing board, Li Hanxiang asked a little confused: "Brother Yang, what are you painting this, this?"

"People, stickman!" Yang Qiu looked as a matter of course.

"Match...... Return?"

Li Hanxiang is about to spurt out a mouthful of old blood, he has studied art for so long, and today he has seen such a strange painting method. If this was seen by his original teacher in Beiping, it was estimated that he would be angry and kill directly to Xiangjiang.

At this time, he finally believed that Yang Qiu couldn't draw.

However, Li Hanxiang didn't let Yang Qiu go so easily, only to see him tear off a sketch sample from the wall, hand it directly to Yang Qiu and say, "Brother Yang, you try to color this painting again." ”

"What are you doing?" Yang Qiu felt a little inexplicable, and asked, "I said I couldn't paint anymore, and you still let me paint?"

"Heck, it's not for you to paint, it's for you to paint, just put some shadows or something. Li Hanxiang was quite inquisitive, and continued: "It's a big deal that you painted, I'll invite you to dinner tonight." ”

"Really?"

"It's more real than real gold. ”

"Then I'll try!"

Although it is not the kind of personality of Wu Feng who takes advantage of the bamboo pole when it is cheap, it is good to save a dollar or two in this era, so Yang Qiu unceremoniously took the sample and began to paint and paint.

Just this time, Yang Qiu applied it for two days.

The next day, Li Hanxiang not only brought a drawing board, paper and pencils, but also brought several color paints such as yellow, red and blue to paint Yang Qiu. Yang Qiu also played it, anyway, it's free, if it's wasted, it's wasted, if you don't paint it, you just paint it unceremoniously.

After Yang Qiu had a good time, Li Hanxiang finally came to a conclusion - although Yang Qiu's painting skills are a mess, this guy's sense of space and color is also a mess.

The sense of space Yang Qiu is so vague that he can guess seven, seven, eight or eight, but what is this color sense? What are the benefits?

As a painter, Li Hanxiang also dutifully explained that this sense of color can make the painter's control over color stronger and richer, and the painted paintings are better looking and more layered. In short, as a good painter, you must have a good sense of color.

And as a person like Yang Qiu, who paints sparsely, except for being a connoisseur of half a bucket of water, the sense of color seems to be useless.

Of course, he can also go to other painters, and he can also do it full-time......

After studying this ghost thing for two days, Yang Qiu was half angry in his heart, and he instantly lost interest in painting and concentrated on setting up a stall.

After two or three days of such an ordinary event, Yang Qiuzheng pulled his fingers and counted how many days were left for his first New Year in this world, when a sudden event broke all his plans.

On this day, Yang Qiu had already set up a stall for an hour, and Wu had been blowing cowhide with the bamboo pole for a long time.

Just when he was thinking about why he hadn't seen Li Hanxiang come over to set up a stall today, he saw that on the other side of the street, Li Hanxiang, who was wearing a white shirt, ran over in a hurry without knowing what he was holding, and saw him sweating profusely from afar.

"Brother Qiu!"

Li Hanxiang began to shout from afar, and his title to Yang Qiu was simplified from the previous 'surnamed Yang' and 'Brother Yang' to 'brother'.

"Xiang Zai, is the fire burning your butt? So urgent, do I want to take you to Temple Street to vent the fire. Before Yang Qiu could talk here, Zhu Pole Wu began to ridicule people disrespectfully.

Li Hanxiang ran close at this time, and he didn't hesitate at the old man, and replied directly: "Okay, as long as you have a treat, I will go." ”

"Ahh

Wu said with a bamboo pole: "The rules of Xiangjiang here, you can't treat you to this matter, you will be unlucky." ”

"Then Lao Wu, what do you mean......" Yang Qiu also quipped: "You won't go if Xiangzi treats you." ”

Bamboo pole Wu suddenly widened his eyes, and said awe-inspiringly: "Go, why don't you go, I'm not from Xiangjiang." By the way, Xiang Zai, do you really want to have a treat?"

"Phew, you old fellow. Yang Qiu scolded the bamboo pole Wu with a smile, turned to Li Hanxiang and asked, "Xiangzai, what's wrong?" ”

"Brother, good news, look at it. ”

At this time, Yang Qiu saw that Li Hanxiang was holding a copy of "Industrial and Commercial Daily", which was one of the top ten newspapers in the country at this time.

Pay attention to the word "country", at this time, it includes the mainland, so the news published in the "Industrial and Commercial Daily" is generally quite significant.

Yang Qiu took the newspaper and wondered, could it be that the Blues had won any major victories? This is not right, shouldn't the Blues be losing and retreating now? Also, when did Li Hanxiang stand in line?

It's not surprising that there are so many cranky thoughts, Yang Qiu has been wearing Xiangjiang for half a year, but he knows that this newspaper is blue.

But when Yang Qiu saw the supplement that Li Hanxiang pointed out to him, he knew that he was thinking too much.

"Fairy music often plays Yongxi, and Danqing is a wonderful shadow for the Chinese year. ”

This is the headline on the front page of the supplement, and I can't see anything about Yang Qiu's ancient literary knowledge that has been lost for several years, but we can also read the following, thanks to the vernacular literary movement, he will understand the next thing.

"——On the occasion of Yonghua's grand ambitions, we invite talents from all over the world to participate in the grand event!"

This is the subtitle, you can understand it at a glance, oh, it turns out that Yonghua Company is recruiting. Yang Qiu then looked down at the specific content, and understood it all in two clicks.

It turns out that this Yonghua company is making movies, and now it is ready to open an acting training class and recruit students!

it!

Yang Qiu only felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and then he didn't know anything, as if he had forgotten something important.

Now he was left with only one deep doubt - what did Li Hanxiang mean by showing him this?

After Yang Qiu crossed over to Xiangjiang, he also watched a movie in this era, and it was a coincidence that it was the entrepreneurial work of Yonghua Company - "The Soul of the Nation".

The movie was released in the summer, and at that time, there were several trucks, huge posters hung on both sides, and the streets and alleys of Xiangjiang were patrolled and promoted, and it was difficult to attract people. Yang Qiu was also half curious, and half happened to have some spare money in his hand, so he walked into the cinema.

However, after watching it for half an hour, it almost made him fall asleep.

It's not that the movie is not good, but Yang Qiu has watched too many movies in later generations, and there is harm if there is comparison.

Accustomed to seeing the picture of the super-large screen 3DMAX in later generations, who can still be interested in the 4:3 picture of the small canvas, especially since this picture is still black and white, and there is no surround sound. Not to mention the war scenes in "The Soul of the Nation", the picture props and even the editing method are a lot worse than the later generations, which makes Yang Qiu, who has experienced the baptism of various Hollywood blockbusters, feel dull and boring for a while.

Yang Qiu purely watched this film as a nostalgic black-and-white drama, which will be in the future, let alone a nostalgic black-and-white drama, and the color and modern ones don't want to attract Yang Qiu to the theater.

So later, Yang Qiu simply extinguished his heart to watch the movie, and he didn't want to get into the movie circle, so he calmly found another way.

It doesn't feel right, and it's self-inflicted torture to go in.

However, although he doesn't pay much attention to movies, because the stall is placed at the door of the movie theater, Yang Qiu also knows a little about the current situation in the film industry in Xiangjiang.

For example, this Yonghua Film Company is a dragon that suddenly drilled out of the river.

Yonghua's big boss is called Li Zuyong, I heard that he is a rich man, and he used to print money for the Blues in the magic capital, and you said that there was a lot of money.

Many!

So when promoting "Soul of the Nation", the production fee directly said was more than one million Hong Kong dollars.

More than a million!

This is not more than one million in the 90s, which is not enough to make a good movie, nor is it one million in the 21st century, which is not enough to buy a luxury car.

This is 1948......

Let's put it bluntly, the abandoned land where the Shaw Brothers built the film and television city can now be bought for 30,000 yuan; the luxury suites of the Peninsula Hotel are now rented for 1,000 a day, and you can live in them for three years; and you can rent a 300-square-foot house in Kowloon for 15 years.

Therefore, Yonghua is like a new art city in later generations, and it attracted the attention of everyone as soon as it appeared.

However, Yonghua has made two films so far, and he has always been looking for outside actors to shoot, and this time, somehow, he wants to open an actor training class.

Could it be that Li Zuyong wants to be bigger?

Here Yang Qiu was still looking at the enrollment advertisement in a daze, and Li Hanxiang over there couldn't wait to ask: "Brother, brother, what do you think of this?"

"Ah...... Huh?"

"Brother, what do you think?

"Xiangzai, you're not a painter. Yang Qiu only felt that a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but he couldn't catch it, so he asked casually: "Why do you want to go to the actor training class?"

"Actually...... Actually, brother. Li Hanxiang suddenly blushed, and whispered a little twistedly: "Actually, I am an actor." ”