Thankfully, since the snow stopped on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the weather in Pujiang City has been clearing up every day.

It was already dark, and as the temperature gradually dropped, pedestrians on the road also accelerated their pace to go home.

The street lamps on Anfu Street are dimly sprinkled.

Behind the two street performers, Lu Xiao and Yuan Jiefang held a lamp tied to wood to light the two craftsmen.

"Uncle Jiefang," Jiang Shan re-lit a cigarette: "Have you lost weight recently?" ”

Yuan Jiefang patted his big belly: "I'm not thin at all, the busier I eat, the more fragrant I eat." ”

Jiang Shan held a cigarette in his mouth: "It's good to wait until you're busy with this!" ”

"What's the matter? I think I'm in the way," Yuan Jiefang was not happy.

He also thought about moving a basin of daffodils in Director Hong's office and putting them in Jianghai's editor-in-chief's office.

Jiang Shan smiled and spat out his cigarette: "As long as you are not tired, you can come over every day!" ”

Yuan Jiefang stood there with a smile, his left hand crossed his waist, and his right hand carried the lamp.

In the eyes of Jiang Shan, the other party is the figure of Zhu Bajie, the brain of Zhu Bajie, but he likes to pick a sand monk with a burden.

Lu Xiao grabbed the wooden stick with both hands, his head rested on the stick, he looked weak, and asked Jiang He: "Are you tired?" ”

Jiang He: "Are you tired?" ”

Lu Xiao was indeed tired: "It's not cold." ”

Jianghe's thoughts are more concentrated.

"Second brother, little brother,"

When the painting was at its most energetic, Jiang Chuan came, followed by Ying Ruhua, who was smiling.

Jiang He continued to paint.

Jiang Shan was in charge of the conversation: "Knife ...... Kawakawa is coming. ”

"Hahaha," Jiang Chuan smiled and glanced at Ying Ruhua: "He wants to call me a knife handle." ”

Ying Ruhua liked Jiang Chuan's nickname very much, and smiled with crooked eyes: "I heard it too." ”

Jiang Shan felt that he shouldn't give his little sister face: "I went to the same school to copy my homework again?" ”

Jiang Chuan is rarely proud: "How is it possible, the picturesque is worse than my grades!" ”

Ying Ruhua, who was blushing, still smiling, explained in a low voice: "Also...... Not much worse. ”

I feel that I can't talk about my little sister's country, so I can only continue to wave.

After a while, after Jiang Chuan left, Jiang He silently looked back at the little girl who was still in front of the mural.

"It's called picturesque, right," Jiang He recalled vigorously, "Come and help hold the lamp for a while." ”

Jiang Shan and Yuan Jiefang looked to the right at the same time, only to see Lu Xiao immediately hand over the lamp in his hand.

"Okay," Ying Ruhua hurriedly took it: "As long as you hold it still?" ”

Lu Xiao had already begun to rub his shoulders: "Try to move as little as possible." ”

Yuan Jiefang looked at Jiang Shan, Jiang Shan looked back at him, and continued to do his own thing.

The sky is starting to fall with snowflakes again.

In the last few days, when it comes to the evening, there will be a few pieces of meaning.

The bottom and the drop are not big, but it adds some innocent and agile atmosphere to this row of walls.

"You've finally drawn the Bone Spirit,"

Suddenly, a gay man on a bicycle stopped on the side of the animation wall.

A gay man in his forties, who seems to be interested in tonight's final animation wall.

He parked the car and walked to Jianghe.

Regardless of whether the other party's hands were full of paint, he just shook hands tightly with Jiang He.

"Thank you for choosing this work," the gay man seemed very excited: "I come every night to watch them paint, and I look forward to it every day." ”

Jiang He pointed to the side: "I am only responsible for painting, and that one is responsible for design." ”

"Oh?" The gay man hurriedly looked back: "This little comrade, I remember you, you drew very well." ”

Lu Xiao sighed for a moment, then looked at Jiang He with a smile.

Jiang Shan walked over suspiciously: "Are you ...... Comrades from the American studio? ”

"Yes," the gay man smiled: "My name is Yan Dingxian, and I work in the American Film Studio." ”

"Yan ......," Jiang Shan immediately took a few steps closer and stretched out his hand to hold the other party: "Director Yan, since you come here every day, why don't you say a word, how good it is to give us advice!" ”

Yan Dingxian, the art designer and director of the American Film Studio, and many classic animation works are organized and participated by him.

This meeting, Yan Dao, who is in his forties, is very polite to everyone he sees on weekdays.

"I've been observing your paintings since I learned about it from Wang Xiang," At the beginning, Yan Dingxian was really afraid that they would spoil the works in the factory:

"I didn't expect your painters to stand the test."

"Hehe," Jiang Shan began to sweat, "It can only be said that we have done our best." ”

This is not false at all, he and Jiang He dare not be sloppy, Yan Dingxian can naturally see it.

At this time, he walked in front of the unfinished "Three Dozen White Bone Spirits" and glanced at "Brainless and Unhappy" next to him.

Then he nodded and said: "Each work has its own characteristics, and the opera elements in the three dozen white bone spirits are very obvious. ”

Jiang Shan stood by his side: "If this work can be filmed, it must be very successful." ”

Originally, Jiang Shan didn't want to choose this work on the wall.

Because after "Three Dozen White Bone Spirits" was replaced by "Nezha and the Sea", it was not until 1985 that it entered the audience's sight under the name of "Golden Monkey and Demon Suppression".

As a gift for the 30th anniversary of the motherland, the white bone spirit was urgently stopped by the relevant departments because it was also a symbol of the three workers.

At that time, when Jiang Shan was picking out the artwork in the American Film Studio, there were only a few pictures of "Three Dozen White Bone Spirits".

It wasn't until the end that Jiang Shan decided to paint it on the last wall.

Unexpectedly, this move made an artist so happy.

Yan Dingxian pointed to the mural and said with a smile: "My lover must be very happy if he knows, these drawings are completed by the two of us together, although I can't make a movie now, but I am very happy to meet the masses in this form." ”

Jiang Shan knew the sourness in it: "You have painted so carefully, my brother and I were most optimistic about this white bone spirit that incorporates elements of traditional opera, so we put it in the finale." ”

"Oh?" Yan Dingxian's eyes flashed with starlight: "It turns out that this wall is the finale mural, really...... Thank you so much for arranging it. ”

Director Yan looked at Jiang He gratefully, Jiang He was still expressionless.

But after listening to the words, he turned around and silently bowed slightly to Director Yan.

Jiangshan's hanging heart is finally at peace.

Yan Dingxian is very pleased, in his opinion, this is the affirmation of his artistic creation by the younger generations.

Work on the mural continues.

"Let's go home quickly," Jiang Shan urged Ying Ruhua to go back.

At this moment, the snowflakes fluttered a little messy, and it should be especially clear on the lamp pole that should be held picturesquely.

"My family lives opposite, and I will go back quickly," the person holding the lamp pole should be picturesque, resolutely like a warrior.

At this meeting, the advertising of the "Red Star" factory has been completed.

A simple circle of colorful animated characters with an empty bottle in the shape of a white shampoo stands in the middle.

Nothing was marked, nothing was drawn.

For the various animated characters in a circle, Jiangshan is not worried about the suspicion of "infringement" at all.

In the current era, there is a lack of "profiteers" like him to take a lesson in "trademark" awareness.

It's better than being planted in the hands of others later.

"Little girl,"

At this time, Jiang He had already sent Lu Xiao back, and Yuan Jiefang persuaded on the side: "It's enough to have my lamp, you better go home quickly." ”

Ying Ruhua didn't speak, but didn't move a step either.

"Let's go," Jiang Shan put down the paintbrush in his hand: "I'll send you home, don't go to class and sleep tomorrow, and blame us." ”

"Oh, it won't,"

At this time, Ying Ruhua also knew that it was time to go home.

She didn't refuse Jiangshan, after all, the other party is also the brother of a good friend.

The two of them ran quickly across the empty road.

At this time, the picturesque feet regained some feeling.

"I froze it just now," Jiang Shan, who never pities the fragrance and jade, lit a cigarette.

"Hehe, it's still ...... OK. ”

The spitting should be picturesque, and the white little face is visibly red.

fell in the eyes of Jiang Shan, and only felt that the other party was as cute as a child.

"You have to learn more from the eldest sister just now, and you can go as long as you can."

Jiang Shan admired Lu Xiao very much, and when he was about to retreat, he didn't forget to take the river by the way.

"Oh," Ying Ruhua really listened to him, "I'll try next time." ”

"Hey," Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing, and next time: "It seems that your grades are indeed worse than Jiang Chuan!" ”

Ying Ruhua didn't want to mention this: "Jiang Chuan said that bad grades are your family's inheritance. ”

"......" Jiang Shan couldn't refute for a while: "Where is your home?" ”

Ying Ruhua's footsteps stopped: "I've walked through." ”

Turning around and walking back, Jiang Shan couldn't help but touch his head: "No wonder you and the knife handle can play together." ”

Just when Jiangshan accompanied Ying Ruhua home, Oriental Metropolis Daily had reached the most tense moment.

In the era of thin newspapers with only four pages, supplements have always had the reputation of newspaper butts.

At Jiang Shan's suggestion, the ass of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" will be extraordinarily fat.

Like food, automobiles, and travel in later generations, the most popular ones today are poetry and essays.

In the next few years, it will be Samsung, star, bloody, and surname, and it is also the most taboo-free years in the cultural environment.

The previous finalized editor did not follow the Oriental Metropolis Daily.

So, the editor-in-chief, Jiang Hai, decided to go into battle in person.

He and Cai Wensheng are both competent for this job, and the master who dials the abacus is firmly standing beside Editor-in-Chief Jiang at this time.

I saw Jiang Hai at this meeting, holding a mahogany ruler, and directly drew the layout.

One is long and wide, and the other is the number of words, and the coordination is well organized.

When the day dawned, the trial issue of "Oriental Metropolis Daily" was finalized, and it was finally placed on the editor-in-chief's desk.

Looking at the back of Jiang Hai and reporter Jiang Zhuangzhuang leaving, none of the employees in the editorial department were willing to go home from work.

Be sure to wait for the editor-in-chief who went to the Propaganda Department to send the manuscript and bring back the news that it has passed the review.

Jiang Shan felt that it was not necessary, and in his impression, he had never seen a record of any newspaper's trial issue being returned.

At most, individual manuscripts are taken off and replaced.

(End of chapter)