Just after eight o'clock in this meeting, in the small courtyard after a day's sunbath, every household is trying to recall the appearance of the electric fan that they have seen in Lao Jiang's house during the day.

It's really showy, and it's three units when you buy it.

The key is to dare to fan a fan, and I don't know what the electricity meter of Lao Jiang's family will turn into?

In Jiang Shan's room, although the electric fan in the room kept hissing and shaking his head.

But the big pu fan in Li Ruocheng's hand didn't mean to stop at all.

Editor-in-chief Pan turned the manuscript paper in his hand page by page, and from time to time he had to stop and read a few sentences:

"It's such a good thing, even I want a copy of it, it's just ...... I don't know what our editor-in-chief will think after reading it. ”

Before coming over, Editor-in-Chief Pan originally just wanted to ask Jiang Shan if he was interested in painting a villain book by the way.

But at this time, he realized that the reason why the other party had not taken the job was because he was engaged in creation at home.

In the end, comrades who love art can't be idle.

Not only can he not be idle, even if he is ...... How could Jiang Shan say that just now, oh yes, even if he changed the runway, he was still very good.

It's a pity that although I like this work of Jiangshan very much.

However, in the absence of precedent, he really didn't dare to make a promise to the other party rashly.

"Xiao Jiang," Editor-in-Chief Pan weighed for a moment: "Do you think this is good, I will take your work to the publishing house to the editor-in-chief first, and then reply to you after he replies to me." ”

"It's really hard for me to think so much for you," Jiang Shan beckoned the two of them to take a sip of herbal tea first to quench their thirst.

Since the ambush, Jiang He bought several large porcelain pots at the fair, and the water has never been cut off.

"Little brother,"

Jiang Chuan, who was outside the screen door, held the green thermos bucket in his hand high, and said with a smug face: "If you go one minute late, the commissary will be closed." ”

Jiang Shan smiled and took the bucket in.

"Come to Editor-in-Chief Pan, eat a popsicle to cool off."

"That little girl was your sister just now?" Editor-in-Chief Pan glanced at his back: "The one who is ready to change the runway?" ”

"Yes, "Xu Guozhang English" is for her."

"If you want me to say, you should have let her learn English a long time ago, with Elder Li and you in charge, what else can't be done."

Li Ruocheng on the side thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but nodded: "That's really reasonable." ”

Facing the cold thermos bucket, Editor-in-Chief Pan reached out and picked out an orange-flavored popsicle: "What flavor do you always have?" ”

Jiang Shan directly replied for Li Ruocheng: "Uncle Li doesn't need it, he just sees us eat." ”

Editor-in-Chief Pan: "Huh? ”

"Huh," Li Ruocheng glanced at Jiangshan, then took a sip of herbal tea:

"Third child, you're really using your brains this time, but I'm also thinking about it for you, how should this thing be calculated?"

Editor-in-Chief Pan smacked the popsicle in his mouth: "Yes, how should this be calculated?" ”

It's not yet the 80s, and the Ministry of Culture hasn't had time to contribute to literature lovers.

According to the current manuscript fee system, it is 5 to 10 yuan per 1,000 words for literary authors and 3 to 8 yuan per 1,000 words for translators.

Therefore, in the entire publishing industry, the life of an illustrator is the best.

Of course, other regions are different!

Xiangjiang's manuscript fee is calculated in words, and there is no need to make up thousands, one is counted as one.

Therefore, the previous Zha Liangyong was always repeating: the sword is so fast, the sword is so fast.

Wanwan is the most atmospheric, and the manuscript fee is settled by line.

As a result, Gu Long Da often wrote word and line:

Eighteen big men jumped off the wall,

boom

boom

boom

……

18 lines in a row, like a tinkling silver tael.

"These are all afterwords, but they definitely can't be calculated according to the ordinary manuscript fee."

Jiang Shan chatted while biting the red bean popsicle, clean and neat like gnawing on a radish.

Li Ruocheng had to envy: "It's good to be young, I'm not afraid of cold and hard." ”

The darker the night, the more noisy the insects in the courtyard became.

At this time, Jiang's mother was opening her flower handkerchief, calculating the day's expenses one by one.

The steel hammer is piled in the center of the handkerchief, which looks very heavy.

Jiang He glanced at it silently, and picked up the remaining plate of fried shrimp chips on the table: "I'll take this." ”

"Is it enough?" Jiang's mother didn't raise her head: "Otherwise, I'll fry a few more pieces." ”

"No, that's enough."

The new house has to be kept with the bride, and the rivers of this meeting are still in the house of the country.

A plate of fried shrimp chips, a copy of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", plus half a watermelon.

"Tut-tut," looking at the second child's comfortable appearance, Jiang Shan couldn't help but remind:

"Enjoy it, second brother, perhaps, this is the most comfortable summer in your life."

"Don't think I don't know what you're talking about," Jiang He was confident in his lover: "Let's see." ”

"Then we'll see."

"Still busy with your new gadgets?"

"Well, I've got to work overtime these days."

"After reading it, the comrades of the publishing house said nothing?"

He said......" Jiang Shan glanced at the old cat lying on the windowsill, felt the locked old cat, and looked at him in a daze:

"If you think about it carefully, it seems that what you said is in vain, Lao Pan can't call the shots at all."

"Don't worry," Jiang He is quite optimistic about the third child's work: "If I say no problem, it must be no problem." ”

"That's what my second brother says, that's what it is," Jiang Shan didn't worry about this, he was just racing against time.

The next morning, according to the previous agreement, Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu came to the house of the old artist Qian Jiajun with the machine on their backs.

As soon as the door was knocked on, I saw Director Wang Xiang of the American Film Studio, standing inside with a smile.

"Old Qian," Wang Xiang introduced to the master, "these two comrades from the newspaper and the television station came here on purpose, just to hear your stories together." ”

"What's there to hear?"

"Old Qian, we didn't bother you, did we?" Jiang Shan looked at Qian Jiajun with a smile.

The old man who is just sixty years old is already graying with his eyebrows and beards.

"It's too late to welcome." The old man looks thin, but he is actually very capable.

When he spoke, there was always a gentle gaze between his eyebrows: "Two little comrades, sit inside." ”

After sitting down, the exchange of greetings has already let Qian Lao know the purpose of your visit.

Before coming here, Director Wang Xiang had already introduced to Jiangshan.

Qian Jiajun, an old artist in the United States Film Studio.

Versatile and flexible and studious, he was not satisfied with his identity as an art designer, but also took the initiative to learn to take on the work of animation director and animation special effects artist.

Since 1940, he has been creating and directing his own animation works in the United States Film Studio.

Among them, the more famous ones are the first color cartoon "Why is the Crow Black" in China, and the world's second ink cartoon "Shepherd Flute".

So before the old man was about to retire, Yan Dingxian, the deputy director, and Wang Xiang, the director, made a special trip to ask the old-timer of the American film studio what other requirements the factory needed to cooperate.

Who knows, Qian Jiajun, who didn't ask for bonuses and didn't ask for treatment, directly put forward a request that made Director Yan difficult.

Continued to complete the filming of the cartoon "Nine Colored Deer".

Although Yan Dingxian also very much wants to meet the other party's requirements.

However, he knew very well in his heart that the filming plan for the second year had already been arranged.

I really can't squeeze out extra funds to realize the dreams of the elderly.

You must know that although the production of "Nine Colored Deer" was delayed for 20 years, similar situations like this are not rare in American studios.

Ten years of catastrophe, how many masterpieces have been dusted.

It is impossible for the American film studio to let all the works see the light of day like "Nezha and the Sea".

Therefore, Director Yan discussed with Director Wang.

Thinking that since the film production of "Nine-Colored Deer" cannot be completed, maybe the people can know the story behind "Nine-colored Deer".

So, the two of them thought of one person at the same time, Jiangshan.

Not to mention that this kid is a master of things.

He not only agreed to Director Yan's request in one bite, but also patted his chest and promised that he would bring Pujiang TV to promote it.

No, this comrade from the TV station really came with a machine.

Facing the photographers who had already set up their positions, several of them did not show a trace of nervousness.

After all, they are all filmmakers who don't look weird on weekdays, and this time it's as if they haven't seen a machine.

Looking at the old-timers of the Meiying Studio in front of him, Jiang Shanla asked in a homely manner: "Listen to Director Wang, do you have a wish that has never been realized?" ”

Qian Jiajun glanced at Wang Xiang with a smile, and then said to Jiang Shan: "That's right, I still want to make the story of the nine-colored deer into a cartoon." ”

"This story is important to you?"

"It's not just important to me," Qian Jiajun paused for a while: "Let me tell you this, it's like a child of our team." ”

"Do you remember, in what year did you start designing and producing "Nine Colored Deer"?"

"Of course,"

As soon as he said this, Qian Lao immediately came to his senses, and his sitting posture was a little more vivid than before:

"As early as the beginning of 58, our factory set up a shooting team for "Nine Colored Deer", and at that time I took the team to Yanjing and Dunhuang to collect information.

The winter in the north was too cold for the camera to press the shutter, so we held it in our arms and took it out when it thawed......

By the way, would you like to see the sketches we designed at the time? ”

"Do you have one at home?"

"Of course," Qian Lao raised his eyebrows: "As long as it is designed for GIFs, who doesn't have a third or fourth draft!" ”

Jiang Shan immediately glanced at Zhang Lu: "That's good, we have a good eye today." ”

"Hehe, wait a minute."

When the old man entered the house to get the sketches, Director Wang hurriedly reminded: "Xiao Jiang, remember to take more sketches of the nine-colored deer for a while, this is the best publicity for the painters." ”

"Don't worry," Jiang Shan also thought: "I'm the best at writing these." ”

Although, his purpose is not only to put the story of "Nine Colored Deer" in the newspaper.

"Come, you take a look at these photos first," Qian Lao took a stack of materials and walked back excitedly: "We took them back then." ”

Jiang Shan didn't say a word, and immediately took a serious look.

This is really rare, and the information that the predecessors have worked so hard to find is so easily held in their hands.

"...... this?" Jiang Shan stared at one of the photos: "Isn't this the mural of Dunhuang?" ”

Looking at the two young people gathered together, Qian Jiajun smiled and nodded:

"The story of "Nine-colored Deer" was originally taken from the "Deer King Bunsheng Map" of the Northern Wei Dynasty in Cave 257 of Mogao Grottoes."

The stories narrated in the cartoon "Nine-Colored Deer" mostly tell the story of the nine-colored deer in the style of Dunhuang murals, which often helps humans in distress, but is betrayed and betrayed by humans.

"These murals also have names." It was the first time Zhang Lu had heard such a name.

Maybe he doesn't know that the entire Mogao Grottoes can actually be seen as several giant comic strips.

"There are all sayings," Qian Lao continued to point to the photo:

"This is Cave 85 of the Mogao Grottoes, the Story of the Mother Deer in the late Tang Dynasty.

And this, the "Female Offering Portrait" of the Five Dynasties Period in Cave 61,

Many of the shapes designed by our team in the film are based on the shapes on the murals. ”

Jiang Shan hurriedly raised his head and said, "Then you have also been in Dunhuang for a long time, right?" ”

"That's natural, if I have the opportunity, I want to stay for a while," After speaking, the old man's eyes couldn't help but dim: "Alas, it is estimated that it is impossible." ”

Seeing Qian Lao's slightly regretful expression, Director Wang could only touch his nose.

On the other side, Jiang Shan could only pretend that he hadn't heard it, and continued to look at the exquisite sketches in his hand:

"If you want me to say, if you can complete the filming of this film, it will be equivalent to bringing the Dunhuang murals to life."

Qian Jiajun's eyes lit up when he heard this: "The young man is very insightful, bringing Dunhuang cultural relics to life was originally the creative purpose of our team." ”

Jiang Shan smiled and ignored Director Wang's eyes: "The purpose of your team's creation?" ”

"Look at this," Qian Jiajun directly flipped up the sketch: "There is still ...... here"

In the cartoon "Nine-colored Deer", in order to reflect the heavy historical visual effects, the production team arranged a lot of "cultural relics easter eggs" in the film.

For example, the Changxin Palace lamp at the beginning of the film is a bronze of the Western Han Dynasty unearthed in 1968 in the tomb of Dou Juan, the wife of King Jing of Zhongshan.

One of the decorations placed in the queen's palace in the film is the familiar Eastern Han Dynasty cultural relics "Horse Riding Feiyan".

"Interesting,"

After listening to Qian Jiajun's introduction, Jiang Shan became more and more interested in the production background of this cartoon.

At this meeting, Jiang Shan was carefully looking for the easter eggs on the sketch one by one: "If you don't mention it, I really haven't noticed this." ”

"These are the results of our entire "Nine Colored Deer" team that has worked hard for 20 years."

At this moment, familiar drawings floated in front of me.

This old man, who is about to end his career in the production of animated films, can't help but moisten his eyes.

Qian Lao still had his usual smile on his face, but Jiang Shan could still see it from the corners of his mouth that kept shaking.

At this moment, the old man's emotions are definitely not ordinary excitement.

He and Zhang Lu beside him glanced at each other, but they didn't know what to say.

Until he walked out of Qian Lao's house, Jiang Shan was still thinking about a problem.

What happened after that made the American studio agree to the continued filming plan of "Nine Colored Deer".

However, at this moment, the country must rush back to the society as soon as possible.

If all goes well, Yue Minhong should have been waiting for him at the newspaper office.

(End of chapter)