Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

It was just after eight o'clock, and every household in the small courtyard was trying hard to recall the appearance of the electric fan they had seen at Lao Jiang's house during the day.

It really shows off, I bought three of them.

The key point is that if you dare to fan the fan together, you don’t know what will happen to Lao Jiang’s electric meter?

In Jiang Shan's room, even though the electric fan in the room kept hissing and shaking its head.

But the big cattail leaf fan in Li Ruocheng's hand showed no intention of stopping at all.

Editor Pan flipped through the manuscript paper in his hand page by page, stopping from time to time to read a few sentences:

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

Before coming over, Editor Pan originally just wanted to ask Jiang Shan if he was interested in continuing to draw a little book.

But it was only then that he realized that the reason why the other party had not accepted the job was because he was doing creative work at home.

After all, he is a comrade who loves art and can never be idle.

Not only can he not be idle, even if he... what Jiang Shan said just now is true, oh, by the way, even if he changes the track, he will still be very good.

It's a pity that even though I like Jiang Shan's work very much.

However, without precedent, he really didn't dare to make a promise to the other party rashly.

Xiao Jiang, Editor Pan weighed it up: Do you think this is a good idea? I will take your work to the publishing house to show it to the editor-in-chief, and then I will reply to you after he replies to me.

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

Since entering the ambush, Jiang He bought a few large porcelain pots at a trade fair and has never been without water.

Bro,

Outside the screen door, Jiang Chuan held up the green thermos bucket in his hand and said with a proud face: If you go one minute later, the canteen will be closed.

Jiang Shan chuckled and took the bucket in.

Come Editor Pan, let's have a popsicle to cool down.

Is that little girl just now your sister? Editor Pan glanced at the back: The one who is going to change runways?

Yes, Xu Guozhang English is prepared for her.

If you ask me, you should have let her learn English a long time ago. With Mr. Li and you in charge, there is nothing that can't be won.

Li Ruocheng on the side thought about it and couldn't help but nodded: That's quite reasonable.

Facing the cold-filled thermos bucket, Editor Pan reached out and picked out an orange-flavored popsicle: What flavor do you always go for?

Jiang Shan directly answered for Li Ruocheng: Uncle Li doesn't have to, he can just watch us eat.

Editor Pan: Huh?

Hey, Li Ruocheng clicked his tongue at Jiangshan, then picked up the herbal tea and took a sip:

Third brother, you really used your brain this time, but I'm also thinking about it for you, how to calculate the royalties for this thing?

Editor Pan paused with the popsicle in his mouth: Yes, how should this be calculated?

It is not yet the 1980s, and the Ministry of Culture has not yet had time to do anything for literature lovers.

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

Therefore, in the entire publishing industry, illustrators have the best life.

Of course, other regions are another matter!

The royalties in Xiangjiang are calculated based on words. There is no need to add up to a thousand, each one counts.

Therefore, the previous Cha Liangyong always kept repeating: The sword is so fast, the sword is so fast.

Wanwan is the most popular, and royalties are settled by bank.

Therefore, Gu Longda often said word by line:

Eighteen big men jumped off the wall,

Boom,

Boom,

Boom,

…

18 rows of dong in a row are like jingling silver coins.

These are all things for later, but they definitely cannot be calculated according to ordinary manuscript fees.

While talking to each other, Jiang Shan bit into an red bean popsicle, as cleanly as if he was chewing a carrot.

Li Ruocheng couldn't help but be envious: It's better to be young. I'm not afraid of being cold or hard.

The darker the night, the more noisy the insects in the small courtyard become.

At this moment, Jiang Ma was opening her flower handkerchief and calculating the day's expenses cent by cent.

The steel coins were piled in the center of the handkerchief, which looked quite heavy.

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

Is it enough to eat? Jiang Ma didn't even raise her head: How about I fry some more slices?

No, that's enough.

She has to stay in the new house with the bride, and for a while, Jiang He still stays in Jiang Shan's house.

A plate of fried shrimp crackers, a copy of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, and half a watermelon.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, looking at the second child's ease, Jiang Shan couldn't help but remind him:

Enjoy it, second brother, maybe this will be the most comfortable summer in your life.

Don't think I don't know what you're talking about, Jiang He said confidently in his lover, We'll see.

Then let's wait and see.

Still working on your new gadget?

Well, I have to work overtime these days.

After the comrades from the publishing house read it, they said nothing?

He said... Jiang Shan glanced at the old cat lying on the window sill. Feeling that the old cat was locked, he met his eyes in confusion:

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that all the words are in vain. Lao Pan can't make the decision at all.

Don't worry, Jiang He was very optimistic about Lao San's work: If I say there is no problem, then there will be no problem.

That's what my second brother says, Jiang Shan didn't worry about this at all. He was just racing against time.

The next morning, according to the previous agreement, Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu carried the machine to the home of the old artist Qian Jiajun.

As soon as the door was knocked open, he saw director Wang Xiang from Meiying Studio standing inside with a smile.

Mr. Qian, Wang Dao introduced to the host, these two are comrades from the newspaper and TV station. They came here specially to hear your stories together.

What's there to hear?

Mr. Qian, we didn't disturb you, did we? Jiang Shan looked at Qian Jiajun with a smile.

The old man has just turned sixty-three, but his eyebrows and beard are already gray.

It's not too late to welcome you. The old man looked thin, but he was actually very capable.

There was always a gentle look between his brows and eyes when he spoke: You two young comrades, please sit inside quickly.

After they sat down and exchanged greetings, Mr. Qian already knew the purpose of everyone's coming here.

Before coming here, Director Wang Xiang had already introduced it to Jiang Shan.

Qian Jiajun, an old artist from Meiying Studio.

He is versatile and flexible and eager to learn. Not satisfied with his status as an art designer, he also took the initiative to learn and take on the work of animation director and animation special effects artist.

Since 1940, he has been creating and directing animation works at the American Film Studio.

Among them, the more famous ones include Why Are Crows Black, the first color cartoon in China, and Mu Flute, the second ink cartoon in the world.

So before the old man was about to retire, deputy director Yan Dingxian and director Wang Chang made a special trip to ask the veteran of the American Film Studio if he had any other requests that needed cooperation from the factory.

Who knows, firstly, Qian Jiajun didn't ask for a bonus, and secondly, he didn't ask for treatment, but directly made a request that put Factory Director Yan in trouble.

Continue 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 that the filming plan for the second year was already fully arranged.

It is really impossible to squeeze out extra funds to realize the dream of the elderly.

You know, although the production of Nine-Colored Deer was delayed for 20 years, similar situations like this are not rare in American Film Studio.

In the ten years of catastrophe, many masterpieces have been covered in dust.

It is impossible for the American Film Studio to let all works like Nezha Haohai see the light of day again.

Therefore, Director Yan and Director Wang discussed it for a while.

I thought that since I couldn't complete the production of Nine-Colored Deer, I might be able to let the people know the story behind Nine-Colored Deer.

So, they both thought of one person at the same time, Jiang Shan.

Otherwise, Jiangshan is a master of things.

Not only did he immediately agree to Director Yan's request, but he also promised to bring Pujiang TV station to promote it.

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

Facing the photographers who had already set up their cameras, none of the people present felt a trace of nervousness.

After all, they are usually filmmakers who are accustomed to seeing strange things, but this time they seemed as natural as if they had not seen the machine.

Looking at the seniors of the Meiying Studio in front of him, Jiang Shanla asked in a normal manner: I heard from Director Wang that you have a wish that has never been realized?

Qian Jiajun glanced at Wang Xiang with a smile, and then said to Jiang Shan: Yes, I still want to make the story of the Nine-Colored Deer into an animated film.

Is this story important to you?

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

Do you still remember when you started designing and producing Nine-Colored Deer?

of course,

As soon as he said this, Mr. Qian immediately became energetic, and his sitting posture became more lively than before:

As early as the beginning of 1958, our factory established a shooting team for Nine-Colored Deer. At that time, I led the team to Yanjing and Dunhuang to collect information.

The winter in the north is so cold that we can’t even press the shutter button on the camera, so we hold it in our arms until it thaws before taking it out to take pictures...

By the way, do you want to see the drawings we designed at that time?

Do you have any at home?

Of course, Mr. Qian raised his eyebrows: As long as you are designing animations, who hasn't finished the third or fourth draft!

Jiang Shan immediately looked at Zhang Lu and said, That's good, we are lucky today.

Haha, wait a moment.

When the old man entered the house to get the drawings, Director Wang quickly reminded him: Xiao Jiang, remember to take more drawings of the Nine-Colored Deer later. This is the best publicity for the painters.

Don't worry, Jiang Shan thought the same way: I'm the best at writing these.

Although, his purpose is not just to put the story of Nine-Colored Deer into newspapers.

Come on, take a look at these photos first, Qian Lao came back excitedly with a pile of documents: We took them all back then.

Jiang Shan didn't say anything, and immediately looked at it seriously.

This is really rare. The information that the seniors have worked so hard to find is so easily in my hand.

This...? Jiang Shan stared at one of the photos: Could this be a mural from Dunhuang?

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

The story of The Nine-Colored Deer was originally taken from the Deer King Jataka from the Northern Wei Dynasty in Cave 257 of the Mogao Grottoes.

The story narrated in the cartoon Nine-Colored Deer is mostly based on the style of Dunhuang murals. It tells the story of the Nine-Colored Deer who often helps humans in distress, but is betrayed and betrayed by humans.

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

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

Everything has its own explanation, Mr. Qian continued pointing at the photo and introduced:

The picture you have in your hand is Cave 85 of Mogao Grottoes, The Story of Lady Deer Mother from the late Tang Dynasty.

And this one, the Portrait of a Female Supporter from the Five Dynasties Period in Cave 61,

A large number of the shapes designed by our team in the film were based on the shapes on the murals.

Jiang Shan quickly raised his head and said, Then you have spent a lot of time in Dunhuang, right?

That's natural. If I have the chance, I would like to stay there for a while. After saying that, the old man's eyes couldn't help but dim: Oh, I guess it's impossible.

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

Jiang Shan on the other side could only pretend that he had not heard anything and continued to look at the exquisite drawings in his hands:

If you ask me, if you can complete the filming of this film, it will be like bringing the Dunhuang murals to life.

Qian Jiajun's eyes lit up when he heard this: 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 fierce look: What is the creative purpose of your team?

Look at this, Qian Jiajun flipped over the drawing: And here...

In the animated film Nine-Colored Deer, in order to reflect the rich historical visual effects, the production team arranged many cultural relics Easter eggs in the film.

For example, the Changxin palace lantern at the beginning of the film is a Western Han Dynasty bronze unearthed in 1968 from the tomb of Dou Wan, the wife of King Jing in Zhongshan.

One of the decorations placed in the queen's palace in the film is the familiar Eastern Han cultural relic Horse Treading on Flying Swallows.

interesting,

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

At this moment, Jiang Shan was carefully looking for the Easter eggs in the drawings one by one: If you didn't mention it, I really didn't notice these.

These are the results of twenty years of hard work by our entire Nine-Colored Deer team.

At this time, familiar drawings floated before my eyes one by one.

This old man, who is about to end his career in animation film production, couldn't help but wet his eyes.

Mr. Qian still had the usual smile on his face, but Jiang Shan could still be seen from the trembling corners of his mouth.

The old man's mood at this moment was certainly not ordinary excitement.

He and Zhang Lu next to him looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

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

What exactly happened after that made American Film Studio agree to continue filming Nine-Colored Deer.

However, Jiang Shan must rush back to the club as soon as possible.

If everything goes well, Yu Minhong should be waiting for him at the newspaper office.