Actually-

Lao Mo has been looking forward to his son taking over his mantle and becoming a painter.

After all.

His resources are drawn in this circle.

Even if his son's future qualifications are mediocre, relying on his resources and connections, he can be well-off.

The so-called learning valve and the like, about the same.

So—

He also prepared a set of teaching aids at home.

How.

His son has no interest in painting at all, and this teaching aid can only be eaten at home.

Now that Jiang Yang wanted to learn, he took it out again.

By the time Jiang Yang came back with coffee, he had already set it up on the terrace of the courtyard.

Then, he clapped his hands, looked at the gray tiles nearby, the walnut trees, the continuous tile roofs nearby, and the high-rise buildings in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh for a while, this courtyard he came to when he was a child, and knew what it looked like, except that it was a little big, that is, a mediocre courtyard, and now it has been changed in the hands of big stars, this is simply his dream studio.

It's too bad to play for Jiang Yang.

.

It's good to be rich!

As soon as Jiang Yang entered the door, he saw Zhou Hao: "The mouse is here."

Although it is a stop-motion animation, as a serious director, Zhou Hao will definitely be there.

Zhou Hao took the coffee: "I eat the cakes drawn by Mr. Han every day in the company, and I am almost over."

Can't you hide if you can't provoke it?

Jiang Yang gave the coffee to the stone again, then went up to the terrace and handed the coffee to Lao Mo.

Lao Mo took it and took a sip and asked Jiang Yang to sit down.

And then—

He pointed to the teaching aids that had been placed in advance: "Learn to draw and sketch first, come, follow the drawing."

"Huh?"

Jiang Yang looked at Lao Mo in surprise, this hasn't been a class yet, and he started to paint?

Lao Mo ignored Jiang Yang.

He sat on the comfortable sofa next to him, his butt sank, his back was propped up, and the warmth and healing were passed over on his back, and Lao Mo felt that he was sitting in a pile of money. He picked up a magazine he had brought from home and looked at it pleasantly.

Jiangyang: ......

He can't be considered a good student since he was a child, but he still treats teachers very well.

Since this is all the case, Jiang Yang sharpened the pencil.

This pencil sharpening is really a technical job, Jiang Yang sharpened it for a long time, and cut off almost half of the pencil that had not been drawn, and then drew it carefully according to the teaching aids.

Quiet down on the terrace.

Downstairs there is a discussion.

Zhou Hao and the others sat in the courtyard basking in the sun, dividing the division of labor and freeze-motion animation.

Stone because he did a stop-motion animation, although it is V, it is still clay animation, but it is not animation, so he is the coordinator, Zhou Hao is the director, the budget is the budget, the whole storyboard, the miniature modeling, the layout of the scene, and the art-

The stone said, "I have to hire an artist."

Art is still very important.

Take their stop-motion animation as an example, the shapes, lights, and colors of the characters and scenes all rely on art to visualize the text into concept maps and atmosphere maps, so as to provide the director and crew with a blueprint that can be referenced, discussed and implemented, and meet the requirements of Jiang Yang to be handsome and cool.

Huo Che looked up at the rooftop: "Isn't there a ready-made art teacher here?"

Zhou Hao and Shi glanced at each other.

There is still a big difference between a film artist and a painter.

But—

Since this film is for play, there is no need to be too particular, Shi raised his head: "Teacher Mo, do you want to come and play."

Lao Mo put down the book.

He knew that they were making stop-motion animation, although he didn't know much about it, but Lao Mo was still very curious and interested in the art of film and television dramas, after all, who didn't want to make their own things appear in front of more people.

Now there is such an opportunity, and it is not impossible to take a look

Can.

He stood up and told Jiang Yang, "Paint well."

"Oh."

Jiang Yang agreed.

Lao Mo couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yang.

He was a little surprised.

Li Yu's name is like thunder, even people who don't listen to songs anymore have heard her songs. He thinks that her husband, not to mention being high-minded and unruly, is at least a little arrogant and a bit of a thorny person.

Unexpectedly-

He has a very good attitude, and he does whatever the teacher tells him to do.

If it weren't for his wife's obsession with this guy, this guy is a zero-based guy, and he really thinks this is a good student.

He went downstairs, took the script handed by the stone, and sat with them in the sun and discussed.

Huo Che looked up and saw that Jiang Yang was painting seriously, so he reminded everyone to be quieter.

Very conscious.

Stones, they all lowered their voices.

Lao Mo glanced at Jiang Yang again, thinking that Li Yu really deserved to be the Great Demon King, and the people gathered around her husband were so obedient.

The yard was quiet.

The sun was warm.

Birds leap and sing in the walnut tree.

A white cat slept on the tiled house next door, and the faint sound of neighbors talking could be heard in the distance.

Jiang Yang likes this moment.

God knows.

How many times after he worked that he dreamed that he was back at home, back in class, and worried about why he came back, what about my wife, when he woke up, he hugged his wife, and he was stunned again.

Right now.

He felt that the paper airplanes of his childhood were flying back into his hands.

He drew carefully, listening to the sound of the tip of the pen brushing on the paper, and felt that if his wife was here, then life would be perfect.

It was eleven o'clock.

Jiang Yang painted it.

He took the paper and asked Lao Mo to check it, and by the way, he took out the card sponsored by Du Ziteng and asked everyone, "How about eating this today?"

Zhou Hao took it: "Hey, Du Fu, what about the two-star restaurant of tires, this must work, we must have a good meal."

And so—

He said, "Let Mr. Han go."

The restaurant was far away and several people were busy.

Zhang Zhu's grandfather, Master Jiang Yang, Lao Zhang, had already begun to carve dolls in his hands while speaking.

Of course, this is not the final doll to be photographed, just as a conceptual reference. The actual shooting puppet also has to buy a stop-motion skeleton, which is wrapped in foam material, so that the resulting puppet is as lifelike as a silicone doll, and the limbs can also be moved to make smooth movements, which is very suitable for shooting stop-motion animation.

Jiang Yang: "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Han will paint you a cake?"

"Huh."

Zhou Hao was dismissive: "I don't look at who is the boss, painting cakes is my passivity as the boss."

"Okay."

Jiang Yang called Sister Han.

When she received the call, Sister Han: ......

For these two goods, she is no longer able to complain.

She just put away the headphones, turned off the TV series, and said to Jiang Chen and Li Liang, "I'll go and get those two goods back."

She took a car, went to the restaurant to order food, directly reported the membership card number when paying the bill, and then broke a bone, which made Han Xiaoxiao feel really cheap. After picking up the food, she took a taxi with the help of the waiter and arrived at the mouth of the alley.

Zhou Hao and Shi have already come out to pick it up.

They brought the meal to the courtyard.

Han Xiaoxiao came to the courtyard for the first time, and after seeing this layout, he only hated that the idol was too good to Jiang Yang's grandson, no wonder he didn't go to the company to report when he came back.

"By the way, what about Director Jiang?"

Han Xiaoxiao turned around and didn't see it.

Zhou Hao pointed to the terrace: "It's class right now."

After Lao Mo got Jiang Yang's paintings, he took out the works he had drawn in advance and asked Jiang

Yang compared, and after finding out the problems, he answered them one by one for Jiang Yang from the beginning, and taught him the most basic skills such as pen control, long line, and line arrangement.

Han Xiaoxiao: "What class?"

Zhou Hao: "Draw."

Han Xiaoxiao: "Drawing? Find me!"

Zhou Hao: "Looking for you?"

Han Xiaoxiao: "I, graphic design."

She was a graphic design major in the art examination at the beginning, and she also studied painting at the beginning.

"Oh."

Zhou Hao was stunned.

And then—

He asked Han Xiaoxiao to stay: "When I think that you are recruited by me for graphic design, I feel that I am blind."

Han Xiaoxiao didn't feel that she was to blame.

This day does not do graphic design, and her craftsmanship is born.

Just right.

She took the opportunity to guide Jiang Yang and regain her feel.

And so—

When Zhou Hao and them were setting up the dishes, she went upstairs with a slump.

Then she went down.

Damn it!

Comparisons are odious.

Just look at the example works drawn by the teacher, if the teacher she used to take the art exam was bronze, Jiang Yang, the teacher, was the master, she had to have such a teacher to guide back then, she Tsinghua University and Peking University disdained to go, Van Gogh Vinci is not a dream.

"Mr. Han."

Zhou Hao asked Han Xiaoxiao not to be stunned, and went to the refrigerator in the house with him to get wine.

As he walked, he said, "If you don't have any work at hand during this time, come here to take care of the logistics and take care of the logistics."

"It's not."

Han Xiaoxiao stopped: "You're planning to soak here for this time?"

The company really doesn't care.

Zhou Hao: "It's almost the New Year, what are you tossing?"

Again.

Zhou Hao: "Stop-motion animation is also an important type of advertising. Didn't you complain some time ago that you gave the tourist advertisement to the animation studio, and when our stop-motion animation is done, the technical strength has been precipitated, and the animation advertisement in the future is not a hand-held pinch, but also used for others? When the time comes, we will blossom in two years, one year to branch, two years to go public, financial freedom is not a dream!"

Han Xiaoxiao: ......

I don't know why, but she listened to it quite excitedly.

"And."

Zhou Hao told her that Mr. Mo would serve as the art director of this animation, "You should be Mr. Mo's assistant, follow along, and you can also work as an artist in the crew in the future." This teacher is qualified to guide you, right?

That's enough.

Han Xiaoxiao felt that Mr. Zhou's cake smelled good.

"Okay!"

She readily agreed.

Zhou Hao opened the refrigerator.

The fridge was stuffed with yogurt, milk, potato chips, and a bottle or two of Coke.

There is just no wine.

"It's broken."

Zhou Hao forgot that this was Jiang Yang's refrigerator, "The Great Demon King will not allow wine to exist."

Zhou Hao: "Why don't you go out and buy some wine and keep Jiangyang's account."

Han Xiaoxiao gestured to the overhead surveillance camera: "If you dare to buy wine, I'm afraid you won't exist tomorrow."

Let's have a drink.

When they took out the drinks, Lao Mo and Jiang Yang also came down from upstairs. Everyone ate and chatted together, and after eating, everyone got busy again, Jiang Yang went to the terrace to continue practicing according to the teacher's guidance, Shi and Lao Mo continued to discuss below, so that the minds collided, and Han Xiaoxiao listened to the side, serving tea and pouring water from time to time.

Occasionally—

She looked back at Jiang Yang on the terrace and saw that he was quite focused when he was painting, like a high school student who was about to take the college entrance examination.

It's when he sharpens the pencil, it really hurts.