It's almost dusk.

Thoughts are still colliding in the yard.

「… The smoother the freeze frame, the harder it is, and then you have to be handsome, this is really a lot of work, everyone has to protect their liver..."

Stone vaccination.

Everyone thinks it's okay.

"Don't rush the deadline, take your time, and do it when you have time."

Zhou Hao said.

The crowd nodded.

That's where the benefits of stop motion animation come in.

Although it's very liver, but the investment is not large, you don't need to invite 208, and you don't need to invite too many staff, a few people who can do it, you can do it after discussion, but the corresponding time cost is higher, just like the point card game.

"That's right."

Zhou Hao suddenly thought, "If we shoot, we can use the fine-tuning gimbal to shoot the building, so that the movement of the camera can be fine-tuned and controllable."

Stone nodded.

He said the name of the software, "It's a stop-motion software that allows you to create a timeline of what you shoot for real-time preview. In addition, if we have the opportunity, we can ask professional racing athletes to shoot a set of recreated short films, and then compare them in this software, so as to plan the movement path and acceleration of the puppet and the car, which is not only professional, but also allows us to avoid a lot of detours."

Stone has played with stop-motion animation.

He knows that the most troublesome thing about stop motion animation is that the negligence of a detail causes the camera to be reversed in seconds, and these few seconds of footage can be a day, two days, or even a week's work.

Other than that.

They also talked about the set.

Lao Mo, who was taking a class on the rooftop, said, "If you have a long view, you can paint it in oil."

Sunsets, cities, forests, etc., the colors of oil paintings can easily bring out the atmosphere that these vistas want.

After putting down these words, Lao Mo turned around again.

He now made Jiang Yang stop sketching.

The main thing is that this baby is too hard, so he doesn't take himself to rest, and he doesn't know that he thinks he's a high school student who has played for three years and a half, and the college entrance examination is left in the second half of the year.

He has been painting all afternoon.

Lao Mo let him rest now.

Don't break your eyes.

By the way -

He handed his tablet to Jiang Yang.

There are many famous works on this tablet, some are good at color, some are good at lines, and some are good at light and shadow. These works are extremely high-definition, and Lao Mo asked Jiang Yang to see more details and subtly cultivate his aesthetics.

Especially the colors.

Color is the way a message is conveyed.

The use of color, the exploration of color psychology, the way of lighting colored pictures, etc.

When used properly, it's a science.

In the case of comics, many people think that black and white comics are better than color comics, but in fact, there is no superiority or disadvantage between the two. The stereotype is caused only because many color comics are not enough details because of technology or rush, and the color blocks are made up. Or they may first paint in black and white, and then color, lacking the thinking about the transmission of color information in the creative stage.

Far from it.

A ready-made example is Jiang Yang's miniature, where many details are obscured by color.

At this point, Lao Mo had to let Jiang Yang make up for the lesson.

After all—

Well?

Lao Mo suddenly woke up.

What is he doing with such care?

His wife still can't forget this guy, even if it's just the relationship between the author and the book friend, that's not good.

Damn it!

almost confused Jiang Yang.

"Huh?"

Lao Mo was waking up here, and Jiang Yang was surprised.

Old Mo: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yang pointed to an oil painting on the tablet, which showed a pool of water in the woods: "This painting

It's exactly the same as the one on the wall of my house."

Lao Mo: ......

He glanced at the tablet.

He glanced at Jiang Yang again.

This painting is still *** in the country.

Before this painting was auctioned, it had been exhibited in China.

Kyoto, as the capital of a country, is naturally among the cities on tour.

He had seen the painting face to face.

Although this painting is not a peerless masterpiece, it is definitely the work of a famous artist.

The shock of this painting to him in reality is by no means something that can be conveyed by the high-definition pictures on this tablet, he looked at this painting at the time, and there was a warmth in his chest, which could not be dispersed for a long time, and he could not leave.

"Draw, keep drawing!"

Lao Mo gritted his teeth and ruthlessly assigned Jiang Yang homework and asked Jiang Yang to hand it in tomorrow, which was so annoying.

Jiang Yang answered, but inexplicably.

He always thought that the painting at home was bought casually to decorate.

As for the homework –

It can still be done.

Tomorrow night is also tomorrow.

Lao Mo went down to look for stones, and their minds collided.

However, before going out, he still turned back to Jiang Yang and said, "Go back and take a good look at that painting, and observe the expression of color and light and shadow on this painting, the ripples on the water."

"Okay."

Jiang Yang glanced at the tablet.

Don't even say it.

He used to look at this painting and thought it was very ordinary, not even pretty.

Strange abstract.

Now let Lao Mo say this, the painting in his house is indeed like a ray tracing, and the water is alive.

He continued to practice.

Another half an hour passed.

The door opened.

Li Qingning walked in with Sister Xia and two assistants.

The stone was facing the door, arranging tasks and refining the process, and when he looked up, he saw them.

He hurriedly stood up.

Han Xiaoxiao and Zhou Hao also stood up, and the bassist also turned over the stool when he was standing.

Seeing their formation, Lao Mo couldn't help but turn back.

"Everyone's busy."

Li Qingning greeted everyone. She was wearing a brown coat, a ball head, and earrings that sparkled as she turned her head to look for Jiang Yang, and after not seeing Jiang Yang, she asked, "Where is Jiang Yang?"

Han Xiaoxiao pointed to the roof.

"Thank you."

Li Qingning nodded with a smile: "Excuse me, let's bring you some food and drink, everyone, please don't be polite."

"Hey—okay, okay—no trouble, no trouble—you're welcome—"

Everyone went their separate ways.

The latter "you're welcome" was said by the bass player.

Fortunately.

Her voice was a little quiet, and only the stone next to her could hear it.

Li Qingning went upstairs.

Xiao Xia and Sister Xia brought over the food and drink, and Han Xiaoxiao helped to gather together.

Xiao Xia also specially handed over the two desserts to Uncle Zhang and Huo Che respectively, and asked them to bring them back to Zhang Zhu and Yaya.

Sister Qian carried some replenishment and went into the house and put it in the refrigerator.

Lao Mo took the coffee and dessert handed over by Han Xiaoxiao, breathed a sigh of relief, and a stone fell to the ground in his heart.

He was relieved.

The moment he looked at Li Qingning just now, he knew that he couldn't wear this green hat.

At that moment—

It's almost as shocking as he was when he saw it in reality.

Some paintings, seen with the help of videos and pictures, are far less than one-tenth of the shocking when seen in reality. As far as you can watch on the Internet and TV, the big demon king is beautiful and has no soul, in reality, Lao Mo can only say that Nuwa is eccentric.

Li Qingning sat next to Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang is still painting.

As soon as he smelled the fragrance around him, he knew that his wife was coming.

Jiang Yang picked up his painting: "Isn't it a genius?"

He still feels good about himself.

"Good."

Li Qingning said.

Jiang Yang said happily: "Our family wants to produce two geniuses in music and painting!"

"Hmm."

Li Qingning responded.

Lao Mo in the courtyard heard it.

Since the Great Demon King took that picture, the aesthetics are somewhat aesthetic.

And also.

Li Yu herself is a talented woman, the master of unbridled talent, and she should also have some opinions on talent.

This can be said that Jiang Yang is a genius, and Lao Mo can only say that Li Yu is true love for her husband.

This is not to say that Jiang Yang is a waste spirit root.

It can only be said that-

In Lao Mo's many years of experience in learning, painting and teaching painting, Jiang Yang can only be regarded as ordinary, and he has passed sixty points.

But—

Considering his attitude, Lao Mo felt that he could add five points.

And then consider his family-

As soon as he thought of that painting, Lao Mo wanted to scold a fuck.

20 points guaranteed!!

That's eighty-five points!

Damn.