In the corridor on the second floor of the Meiying Studio, two comrades who came out of the recording studio were walking and chatting.
Zhu Fengbo, who had just finished recording the episode of "Snow Child", was so cold that he shrank his neck: "I heard that this cartoon was dubbed by Ding Jianhua?"
Arranger Jin Fuzai nodded: "The voice of Mother Rabbit was matched by Xiao Ding."
"A few years ago, I also went to the translation studio for a while." Zhu Fengbo wanted to laugh when he thought of that day: "I also read a line in a radio drama!"
"Really?" Jin Fuzai pushed up the glasses on his nose: "Which radio drama is so prestigious that you were invited to it?"
"I thought it was fun at the time, so I went to play,"
While talking, Zhu Fengbo suddenly stopped: "By the way, do you know where Xiao Jiang and the others are now?"
"Which Xiaojiang?"
"That's the young man sitting with Liu Xiaoqing."
"I remember," Jin Fuzai pointed towards a small white building: "It should be over there with the puppet show."
"Can I go over and have a look?"
"Let's go together."
…
In a studio in the Xiaobai Building of Meiying Factory, the lights are bright and the machines are all running.
Everyone in the room had their hearts in their throats at this moment.
As the hands under the light moved forward little by little, Xu Muchun was about to touch the antihypertensive medicine.
6…5…4…3…
Like Director Xu, the people around him were counting nervously in their hearts.
Just when everyone thought victory was in sight, suddenly...a piece of pen core fell off from their hands.
"ah!"
"Hey, hey, hey,"
"Tsk, tsk,"
"well!"
With the appearance of a series of modal particles, Comrade Jiangshan's handiwork performance once again failed.
"It's okay," Chen Peisi said with a nonchalant expression: "You'd be damned if you could do such a difficult job in one go!"
"Comrade Xiao Chen is right," Huang Hua smiled and handed Jiang Shan a cigarette: "Come on, have a cigarette and take a break, and let me take my time."
I haven’t been this nervous for a long time, so I have to give my heart some time to adapt!
"Okay, I'll listen to you guys." Jiang Shan, who had missed three times in a row, felt that it was time for him to take a break.
After joining his hands and lighting a cigarette, Jiang Shan repeatedly looked at his fingers holding the cigarette:
"Hey, I haven't touched a knife in many years, so I'm really a bit slick."
His words made everyone around him stunned.
How old is this guy? How many years has it been since he touched a knife? He hasn’t been practicing this since he was a kid, right?
If that's the case, it can be explained.
"Xiao Jiang is discouraged?" Qu Jianfang blew out a puff of cigarettes and said with a smile, "Do you still remember the "Tadpole Looking for Mom" we just talked about at the party?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Of course I remember."
"At that time, the factory looked through a lot of Qi Baishi's picture albums, but couldn't find any paintings about goldfish.
Tewei ran to inquire and found out that Qi Baishi had never painted a little goldfish at all.
With no other choice, Tewei asked Dai Tielang, who was responsible for painting the goldfish, to imitate Qi Baishi's painting style as much as possible.
Do you know how many goldfishes Lao Dai painted at that time?"
A group of people shook their heads together with Jiang Shan.
"At that time, Lao Dai bought a tank of small goldfish and just stared at them every day. Every time he felt that he was almost done with the practice, he would show it to Tewei. It wasn't until Tewei nodded in agreement on the sixth page that the one on his desk
There’s already a mountain of drawing paper.”
"Buy a tank of goldfish?" Liu Xiaoqing sounded quite new: "Can your company still do this?"
"What's the matter?" Duan Xiaoxuan raised her hand and pointed out the window: "Right now, we still have two deer in our unit!"
"Really?"
"Eagles, cranes, foxes, monkeys, snakes... I have raised them all. They were all borrowed from Pujiang Zoo," Qu Jianfang continued:
"The year when we took pictures of tadpoles was the most lively. Those who painted shrimps raised shrimps, those who painted turtles raised turtles, chickens, tadpoles, catfish... Not to mention how lively it was in the office."
Duan Xiaoxuan suddenly laughed: "After the catfish was painted, it was stewed for us directly."
"The shrimps have changed several times. When the comrades saw that they were about to grow braided, they immediately fished them away."
"Hahaha~"
While talking and laughing, Jiang Shan felt that blood was returning to his fingers: "Didn't you say that you were following Qi's painting? Why do you still need to look at the real thing?"
"You are a foreigner," Qu Jianfang explained with a smile:
"Animation animation, you have to make the picture move, let's say tadpoles. Even if you are stamping, you have to pay attention to the weight and shade, which is not easy."
"I got it," Jiang Shan put out half the cigarette in his hand and stood up: "No job is easy. Is that what you want to tell me?"
"Little comrade, there is no need to lose heart,"
Seeing that Jiang Shan had stood up, Duan Xiaoxuan also returned to the machine: "Just let go and carve tonight."
Qu Jianfang: "Yes, we will stay with you no matter how late."
"Jiangshan," Chen Peisi said: "You can definitely do it."
Director Xu: "Xiaojiang, there are enough Zhonghua colored pencils."
Huang Hua: "Come on, I've almost calmed down."
Jiang Shan had already laughed: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
When he turned to face the workbench, the white countertop had been cleaned up by Pan Hong and Liu Xiaoqing.
Lighting, radio, and camera are all ready.
Even Zhu Fengbo and Jin Fuzai, who had paid for their tickets halfway, had already quietly stood in the audience.
Jiang Shan sat down again and picked out a purple pencil from the pencil box.
Just when the people around them thought they would see a pair of more cautious hands, they discovered that this time the situation was faster than before.
Under the spotlight, ten flexible fingers quickly carved on a piece of colored pencil.
At this moment, the carving knife in Jiang Shan's hand seemed to be no longer a five-yuan utility knife, but the Qinglong Yanyue knife that he had been playing for more than ten years.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock... time flies by minute by second.
As the purple powder continued to scatter, a small number "9" appeared on the small piece of pen core between the fingers.
Then, 8,7,6,5,4...
As the sawdust from the pen barrel continues to be chipped away, the entire purple pen core gradually turns into a string of purple numbers.
It turns out that the filming of the second segment was interrupted three times.
It's entirely because the work Jiang Shan chose this time is no longer a small scene of a solo fight, but a set of combination punches that are constantly outputting.
When they looked at the pen refill between their fingers and saw that the number "3" was being shaped with a carving knife, the onlookers couldn't help but feel nervous again.
Because, the first three failures were all ruined by this little "3".
The nervous crowd was tensing up, fearing that another string of pen refills would be broken into two pieces.
And Jiang Shan was thinking the same thing as everyone else.
The difference is that what he will be thinking about now is the heartbreaking time he spent carving this thing in his previous life.
To this day, Jiang Shan can still remember how excited he was when he saw colored lead art sculptures online for the first time.
The old American artist in the video not only posted each of his works online, but also filmed a teaching video on how to carve colored pencils.
When Comrade Jiangshan placed an order overnight to buy a pair of medical magnifying glasses, he was ready to seriously learn his craft.
A young man in China posted a video that made him return his glasses intact.
Because, in the video, the Chinese guy who was engraving colored refills didn't even turn on the 2x lens and was just engraving with his bare eyes.
Therefore, Comrade Jiang Shan also chose naked-eye straight sculpture without hesitation.
After that, Bundy spent a spring, summer, autumn and winter with him, spinning around his fingertips one by one.
This is the only four seasons that go back and forth.
The way the mountains and rivers are carved with colored pencils is enough to startle a group of gulls and herons.
Just when he was impressed by his perseverance, more and more talented colored lead carvers appeared on the Internet.
One of the Taiwanese compatriots was even more incredible.
Others carry only a drawing board when they go out to sketch, but he carries a knife when he goes out to sketch.
He also possesses the naked-eye micro-carving technology, which allows him to carve all the way along.
When I see Xiluo Bridge, I engrave Xiluo Bridge.
When you see the Eiffel Tower, engrave the Eiffel Tower.
In the end, this ordinary office worker who originally only wanted to make a small toy for his son suddenly became a top artist of colored lead miniature sculptures.
Because, his current refill works have been replaced by Yishui automatic refills.
Looking at the inhuman operations in the video, he looked at his own hands covered with scratches.
This time, Jiangshan decided not to follow!
First, I feel that I really don’t have that ability, but because I think what can I do if I learn it?
There are so many crafts that everyone knows, but it’s useless to learn them yourself!
Until...this moment sat in the spotlight of the early 1980s.
When pairs of surprised eyes turned to him, Comrade Jiangshan realized that learning one or two pretentious skills was still somewhat useless.
Put away the memories and return to the present.
swish, swish, swish,
3,2…
When, the purple digital pen cores inside the rings were dug out of the pencil one by one by Jiangshan's carving knife.
Everyone's little hearts seemed to be about to jump out.
Chen Peisi and Huang Hua, who really didn't dare to look directly, closed their eyes nervously.
More comrades stared at the last two numbers between their fingers without blinking.
1……0…….
Finally, when the last number "0" was born on the fingertips,
Jiangshan's hands opened and a purple pen number chain was successfully unfolded on the white table.
"Oh~"
"It's done!"
"Country, country, country,"
"Xiaojiang, don't be too clever!"
"Wonderful, really wonderful."
Before the two photographers could stop, the cheers from the whole room resounded throughout the small white building.
Zhu Fengbo and Jin Fuzai, who were viewing the scenery for the first time, were still looking at the purple legend on the table with shock in their eyes.
At this moment, whether they are engaged in art or economics, they are all applauding the country under the spotlight.
Under the same night sky.
Some leaders of Guangzhou Radio and Television are still working overtime to watch Xiangjiang Wireless TV programs.
Facing the "White Rabbit" New Year advertisement that just jumped on the screen, one of the leaders also thought of their sales department in Pujiang.
"How is the situation over at Pujiang River?"
Another person was also about to mention this: "The phone call I just made two days ago said that many reporters from the sales department came to interview."
"Reporters? What are they going to interview... It's bad. It's not like Li Guyi's "Nostalgia", and they started to criticize "Rose Everywhere", right?"
The moment the words fell, the two of them, who had been worried about something like this happening, slowly looked at each other at the same time.
This chapter has been completed!