Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

Fortunately, 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 now, and as the temperature gradually dropped, pedestrians on the road also accelerated their pace home.

The street lights on Anfu Street cast a dim yellow light.

Behind the two street performers, Lu Xiao and Yuan Jiefang each held a lamp tied to a piece of wood to illuminate the two craftsmen.

Uncle Jiefang, Jiang Shan lit up a cigarette again: Have you lost weight recently?

Yuan Jiefang patted his big belly: I haven't lost any weight at all. The busier I am, the better I eat.

Jiang Shan held a cigarette in his mouth: It'll be fine once I'm done with this!

What's the matter? You think I'm in the way, Yuan Jiefang was unhappy.

He also thought about moving a pot of narcissus from Director Hong's office and placing it in Jiang Hai's editor-in-chief's office.

Jiang Shan smiled and blew out his smoke: As long as you're not tired, you can come here every day!

Yuan Jiefang stood there with a smile, his left hand on his waist and his right hand holding a lamp.

In Jiangshan's eyes, the other person was a Sha Seng who had Zhu Bajie's body and Zhu Bajie's brains, but also liked to carry a heavy load.

Lu Xiao grabbed the wooden stick with both hands and leaned his head 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.

Jiang He's thoughts became more focused.

Second brother, little brother,

When I was painting most energetically, Jiang Chuan came, followed by a smiling Ying Ruhua.

Jiang He continued to draw.

Jiang Shan was responsible for the conversation: Knife... Chuanchuan is here.

Hahaha, Jiang Chuan smiled and glanced at Ying Ruhua: He wants to call me Knife Handle.

Ying Ruhua liked the nickname Jiangchuan very much and smiled so hard that her eyes curled up: I heard it too.

Jiang Shan felt that he shouldn't give face to his younger sister: Are you going to your classmate's house to copy homework again?

Jiangchuan was rarely proud: How is it possible that Ruhua's grades are worse than mine!

Ying Ruhua, who was blushing but still smiling, explained in a low voice: Yeah...it's not much different.

I feel that I can't control my little sister's power, so I can only continue to exert my influence.

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 with all his strength, Come over and help hold the lamp for a while.

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

Okay, Ying Ruhua quickly took it: Just hold it still?

Lu Xiao had already started to rub his shoulders: Try to move as little as possible.

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

Snowflakes began to fall in the sky again.

In the past few days, every night, I have a few thoughts floating around.

The drop is not big, but it adds a naive and lively atmosphere to this row of walls.

You finally drew the Bone Demon,

Suddenly, a gay man riding a bicycle stopped on the street beside the animation wall.

A gay man in his forties looks very interested in the last animated wall of the night.

He parked the car and walked to Jiang He.

Regardless of whether the other person's hands were full of paint, he just kept holding Jiang He's hand tightly.

Thank you for choosing this work, the gay man seemed very excited: I will come over every night to watch you paint, and I am looking forward to the appearance of this painting every day.

Jiang He pointed to the side: I am only responsible for painting, that person is responsible for design.

Oh? The gay man quickly looked back: Comrade, I remember you, you draw very well.

Lu Xiao chuckled, then looked at Jiang He with a smile.

Jiang Shan walked over in confusion: Are you... a comrade from Meiying Studio?

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

Yan... Jiang Shan immediately took a few steps closer and stretched out his hand to hold the other person's hand: Director Yan, since you come here every day and never say a word, it would be great to give us some suggestions!

Yan Dingxian is the art designer and director of Meiying Studio. He has organized and participated in many classic animation works.

Director Yan, who was in his forties at this time, was usually very polite to everyone he met.

After I learned about this from Wang Xiangna, I have been observing your paintings. At first, Yan Dingxian was really afraid that Jiangshan and the others would spoil the factory's works:

I didn't expect that your painting skills would stand up to the test.

Haha, Jiang Shan started to sweat: I can only say that we have tried our best.

What he said was absolutely true. Neither he nor Jiang He dared to be careless, and Yan Dingxian could naturally see it.

At this time, he walked to the unfinished Three Strikes of Bone Demons and glanced at the Brainless and Unhappy next to it.

Then he nodded and said: Each work has its own characteristics. The opera elements in Three Strikes of Bone Demons are very obvious.

Jiang Shan stood beside him: If this work can be filmed, it will be very successful.

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

Because Three Strikes of Bone Demons was replaced by Nezha Haohai, it was not until 1985 that it entered the audience's attention under the name Golden Monkey Subdues the Demon.

As a gift for the 30th birthday of the motherland, the White Bone Demon was urgently stopped by the relevant departments because it was also a symbol of the Three Workers' Youth.

At that time, when Jiang Shan was selecting artwork at the American Film Studio, there were only a few pictures of Three Strikes of White Bone Demons.

Only in the end did Jiang Shan decide to paint it on the last wall.

Unexpectedly, this move made an art worker so happy.

Yan Dingxian pointed at the mural and said with a smile: My wife will be very happy if she knows about it. These drawings were completed by the two of us. Although we can't make a movie now, it's very rewarding to be able to meet the masses in this form.

Jiang Shan knew the sadness in it: You painted it with such care. My brother and I were most optimistic about the painting of the White Bone Demon that incorporates elements of traditional opera, so we put it at the finale.

Oh? Yan Dingxian's eyes flashed with starlight: It turns out that this wall is the finale mural. I really... thank you so much for the arrangement.

Director Yan looked at Jiang He gratefully, but Jiang He remained expressionless.

But after hearing what he said, he turned around and bowed silently to Director Yan.

Jiangshan's hanging heart was finally at peace.

Yan Dingxian was very pleased. In his opinion, this was the recognition of his artistic creation by the younger generations.

Work on the mural continues.

Go home quickly, Jiang Shan urged Ying Ruhua to go back.

At this moment, the snowflakes were floating a little more chaotically, and they were particularly clear on the lamp pole that Ying Ruhua was holding.

My house is right across the street, I can go back quickly, said Ying Ruhua, holding on to the lamp pole, resolutely like a warrior.

At this time, the advertisement for the Red Star factory has been completed.

A very simple circle of colorful animated characters, with an empty white shampoo bottle standing in the middle.

Nothing is marked, nothing is drawn.

Regarding the various animated characters gathered in a circle, Jiangshan was not worried at all about the suspicion of infringement.

In the current era, there is a lack of profiteers like him to teach trademark awareness classes.

It's better to fall into the hands of others after getting better.

Little girl,

At this time, Jiang He had already sent Lu Xiao back, and Yuan Jiefang advised from the side: My lamp is bright enough, you'd better go home quickly.

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

Let's go, Jiang Shan put down the brush in his hand: I'll take you home. Don't blame us for sleeping in class tomorrow.

Haha, it won't happen anymore,

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

She did not reject Jiang Shan, after all, he was also the brother of a good friend.

The two people ran quickly across the empty road.

At this moment, Ying Ruhua's feet regained some feeling.

You must have been freezing just now, Jiang Shan, who never cared about women, lit up a cigarette.

Haha, it's... not bad.

Ying Ruhua was hesitating, and his fair little face was visibly red.

In Jiangshan's eyes, he only felt that the other party was as cute as a child.

You have to learn more from the elder sister just now, and leave as soon as you can.

Jiang Shan admired Lu Xiao very much. When he was preparing to retreat, he didn't forget to take Jiang He with him.

Oh, Ying Ruhua listened to his instructions seriously: I'll give it a try next time.

Hey, Jiang Shan couldn't help laughing, and said 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 poor grades are a legacy of your family.

... Jiang Shan couldn't refute for a moment: Where is your home?

Ying Ruhua paused: I've passed.

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

Just when Jiang Shan accompanied Ying Ruhua home, Oriental Metropolis Daily had reached its most tense moment.

In the era of thin newspapers with only four pages, supplements have always been known as the butt of newspapers.

Under Jiang Shan's suggestion, the butt of Oriental Metropolis Daily will be extra plump.

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

The next few years would be Samsung, with celebrities, blood, and surnames. These were also the years when the cultural environment was the most taboo-free.

The previous edition editor did not come to Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Therefore, editor-in-chief Jiang Hai decided to go into battle personally.

He and Cai Wensheng are both capable of this job. The master of abacus is standing firmly beside Editor Jiang at this time.

At this moment, Jiang Hai was seen holding a mahogany ruler and directly started drawing the layout.

One measures the length and width, and the other reports the word count, and the coordination is in an orderly manner.

By daybreak, the trial issue of Oriental Metropolis Daily was finalized and finally placed on the editor-in-chief's desk.

Seeing Jiang Hai and reporter Jiang Zhuangzhuang leaving, no one in the editorial department wanted to go home from get off work.

You must wait for the editor-in-chief to go to the Propaganda Department to submit the manuscript and bring back the news that it has passed the review.

Jiang Shan felt that it was unnecessary. In his memory, he had never seen any record of a newspaper's trial issue being rejected.

At most, individual manuscripts were removed and replaced.