Interstellar entertainment desert? best producer shot

The broadcast of "Expectation" has almost come to an end. Ouyang Lan is no longer in charge of subsequent official promotions and other series of activity planning, and he is happy and relaxed.

But after being idle for a long time, Ouyang Lan wanted to find something to do.

What can the producers find something to do? Of course it’s a new production!

Taking into account the tolerance and psychological conditions of the interstellar audience, Ouyang Lan plans to make a warm and healing animation to be launched on the Xingzhou Film and Television Platform.

The entire episode is free to watch, and you don’t even need to sign with the Xingzhou Film and Television Platform.

However, because it was inspired by the British animated short film "The Boy, the Mole, the Fox and the Horse," Ouyang Lan still had to pay back the copyright fees.

If Ouyang Lan does not use the scripts purchased from the system copyright mall for profit, he will have to pay part of the broadcast rights, because if the scripts were originally used for profit, some of the shares would have to be given to the original producers.

In a confused life, as long as you have a goal in your heart and try your best to move forward, during this period, you may doubt yourself, distrust yourself, and be dishonest to yourself, but you have a kind and tolerant heart. It will help you break through the fog in front of you, and then you may find that what you are pursuing is actually by your side all the time.

This is the story of a boy, a mole, a fox and a horse, four lonely souls who travel together in search of home and find the meaning of their existence in each other.

The earth is covered with endless white snow, and the green mountains and forests are covered with silver.

In the vast white mountain forest, a tiny figure walked on the snow.

Wherever the boy walked, he left footprints of varying depths, and the uninterrupted snow may soon cover the footprints.

The boy lowered his head and walked forward step by step, turning around and looking around from time to time, as if looking for a place to stay.

I don't know how long it took, but Xu was tired from walking. He stretched out his hand to catch the snowflakes, but failed.

A moment of confusion filled his mind. He straightened up and looked into the distance, then bent down and sat slowly in the snow.

A ring appeared in the snow on the edge, and a mole came out of the hole, "Hello."

"Hello." The boy's slightly childish voice sounded, and at the same time he slowly adjusted his posture and turned his body towards the mole.

"What are you doing here?" Mole seemed confused.

"I'm lost." The boy replied truthfully, his drooping golden head showing his frustration and depression.

"Oh my God! This is too bad." The Mole said as he crawled out of the hole and swept the snow off his body. He raised his head and said, "Then how did you get here?"

Before the boy could answer, the mole looked into the distance and said, "Oh, hello!"

"Who are you talking to?" The boy followed the mole's gaze and asked doubtfully.

"Hello, cake," the Mole said softly, looking straight into the distance.

"What cake?" The boy glanced at the mole, then turned to look in the direction where the mole was looking.

"That cake looks delicious!" The Mole took a few steps forward with his short legs, with a longing expression on his face, "It's amazing, so spectacular!"

"I didn't see the cake." The boy stood up and followed the mole's small steps.

"It..." The mole moved with excited little steps, its chubby body trembling, leaving a long drag mark on the snow.

"Oh!" The mole stopped taking small steps. The boy stopped behind the mole and heard the mole's disappointed voice: "It turns out to be just a tree."

The tall tree trunks seem to break through the clouds, and the branches around them are covered with white snowdrifts, creating a lonely and cold beauty.

"This is a beautiful tree. It does look a bit like a cake." After looking at the big tree, the boy lowered his head and comforted.

The Mole shook the non-existent snow on his round head, "So... yes, there is no cake, and you are lost."

"Yes." The boy grabbed the branch with both hands and hung less than half a meter from the ground before falling down quickly.

The mole patted his chest, moved forward, raised his head and said, "An old mole once said to me: 'When you get lost, just follow the river, and the river will take you home.'"

"But I didn't see the river." The tip of the boy's nose turned red, and his clear eyes flashed.

The Mole raised his head and said, "Maybe you can see it by climbing up that branch."

The boy raised his head and listened to the mole's voice: "If you are up there and happen to see a cake..."

Before the Mole could finish speaking, a handful of snow fell on his face and silenced him.

Just now, the boy jumped up while the mole was talking, and grabbed the branch with both hands. The branch was swayed downward by the boy, and a handful of snow fell down.

"I'm so sorry." The boy quickly let go and looked at the mole sheepishly.

The mole held a handful of snow against his chubby body and sneezed, "Oh, sorry."

The boy hurriedly picked up the mole in his arms, brushed the snow from his face, and asked softly: "Are you okay?"

"This is all my fault." Mole said, looking up from the boy's arms.

"I'm so sorry," the boy said, hugging the mole.

"It's okay, thank you. I actually feel a little warm." Mole said, leaning against the boy.

The boy stood on tiptoes and placed the mole on the branch. The thick branch easily supported the boy who climbed up and the mole who was already sitting on it.

"What did you see?" The mole looked at the boy who was climbing up the tree with difficulty.

"Actually, I didn't see anything." The boy shook his feet and put his hands neatly on his hands.

The mole and the boy looked at each other for a moment, then looked away a little shyly.

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Mole asked, stretching his gray head.

The boy supported the tree trunk and said slightly, "A kind person."

The boy withdrew his gaze and looked forward. Everything he saw was pure white.

"Nothing is more important than kindness." Mole said slowly: "It exists silently in everything."

The camera pans around, the wind and snow stop, and a bird flies in front of the boy and the mole.

"There are so many beautiful things we need to take care of," said the Mole.

"Yes, there are too many." The boy shook his two jio, with a butterfly hovering next to him.

The Mole raised his head to look at the butterfly. He accidentally fell backwards and fell into the snow.

"Are you okay?" the boy asked, looking at the mole that had fallen into the snow.

The mole popped his head out of the snowdrift, "Sorry, yes, I'm fine. But I think we should start looking for the river."

The boy came down from the tree and followed the mole step by step in the snow.

"My lemon icing, this mountain is really high." The Mole finally climbed to the top of the mountain with small steps, panting.

Hearing this, the boy knelt down and picked up the mole, "Would this be better?"

"I don't want to be a burden," the Mole said from the boy's arms.

The boy patted the snow on the mole and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter."

"Thank you, then," the Mole replied.

Don't always refuse the kindness released by others, you can try to accept it generously.