Last night, Shen Congwen ate well and slept even more soundly.
Not to mention painting, I didn’t even touch the pen.
"What's wrong," Shen Congwen asked strangely: "What's on that paper?"
After asking rashly, Huang Yongyu also looked at it carefully: "I think I have seen this word before."
The most common fountain pen outlines elegant and regular lines.
The details are clear, the text is neat, the pictures and texts are present, and the text is advanced layer by layer.
Delicacy can be seen in the tedious, and painting skills can be seen in the ordinary.
The novel and easy-to-understand dialog-style interpretation looks like the standard PPT display template for future generations.
The first thing you see in this painting is a phoenix crown inlaid with beads and gold, which is so noble.
In addition to the detailed exploded view of the phoenix crown, there are also a few lines of text analysis on the side.
Shen Congwen only glanced at it briefly before taking the drawing from Huang Yongyu's hand.
"The hairpin with a dragon and phoenix flower crown, twenty-four large and small flowers, and 16 red, blue, and yellow sapphires each... The crown decoration is the same as that of the Empress Dowager, and the Empress wears it."
After reading a few sentences softly, I was immediately fascinated.
"It's so beautiful, the painting is almost perfect," Shen Congwen pointed at the drawing and kept praising:
"This should be the nine dragons and four phoenixes crown from the Song Dynasty. Is there anyone in our team who likes ancient costumes as much as I do?"
I didn't pay attention at first, but later I carefully read the accompanying text on the manuscript paper, and Huang Yongyu had already guessed the author of this painting.
At this moment, Shen Congwen also thought of someone.
This person already showed his love for ancient costumes in the reference room of the Dunhuang Research Institute yesterday.
"Is it Xiao Jiang?" Shen Congwen looked at the artwork in disbelief:
"He borrowed my book to read last night, but there is no such picture in my book."
"That guy was originally a painter," Huang Yongyu looked at the picture and said:
"It's not difficult for him to draw some illustrative disassembly diagrams."
"You don't understand," Shen Congwen pointed at the drawing paper and said in detail:
"Look here, he can draw such a complicated crown ornament without missing a single detail. I'm not sure."
"There's no need to think about it, look at the detailed description on the side," Huang Yongyu concluded: "This kid must often draw this thing."
"No wonder he said yesterday that he loves this industry," Shen Congwen sighed: "I didn't expect it to be true."
Huang Yongyu said nothing, took two quick steps forward, and picked up a piece of drawing paper in the flower bed.
"Here is another one, also a female crown."
"Quick, show it to me."
"Oh~" Huang Yongyu said, "I want to put the entire Queen Mother's Peach Club on the crown."
Although it has not yet been painted, the splendor of the Song Dynasty phoenix crown is already vivid on the paper.
"So," Shen Congwen said with a smile: "You can't wear the phoenix crown for a long time, otherwise your neck will definitely not be able to bear it."
After saying that, he had already taken the drawing from Huang Yongyu's hand.
"The Queen Mother's honor guard?" Shen Congwen said in surprise: "This should be the phoenix crown of Queen Qinzong. It seems that Xiao Jiang has a lot of research on the crowns of the Song Dynasty."
Just as he was talking, another piece of drawing paper floated down from the air.
The two people in the garden looked up at the same time. In a large open window on the second floor, two curtains were fluttering gently.
"Is that Jiangshan's house?"
"should be."
"Let's go," Shen Congwen couldn't wait to turn around and retreat: "Go up and have a look."
The uncle and nephew walked into the small second floor one after another, and met Shao Bolin who was just about to join them.
"Didn't you say you were waiting for me in the small garden," Shao Bolin asked, "You'll be done shopping in a moment?"
"Talking while walking." Huang Yongyu didn't explain much, just waved his hand inside.
"dinner time?"
"Go to Xiaojiang's house."
There was a knock on the door, which made Jiangshan tremble: "Who is it?"
After opening his mouth to ask a question, he turned over and went back to sleep.
dong dong dong
Another while.
The three people outside the door saw the door in front of them being opened.
"Teacher Huang?" Zhang Lu scratched his head: "Why are you here?"
"Has the country risen?"
"Still lying on the bed,"
Huang Yongyu walked directly into the room without asking any more questions.
"Jiang Shan," he raised his arm and patted Jiang Shan: "If you don't get up, all your queens and queens will fly away."
"Well," Jiang Shan continued in a daze: "Huh?"
He raised his head and glanced at the window. Maybe he was too sleepy, so he lay back down again.
At this moment, Shen Congwen, who was standing in front of the desk, picked up the only remaining page on the desk.
After careful identification, although the painting is still a female crown, it is an unusual female crown.
"Kowloon, sixteen flowers," Shao Bolin slowly read: "Twelve emeralds hanging from the front and back..."
Shen Congwen nodded slightly: "Xiao Jiang, this crown of yours is a Yitian crown, right?"
"The unique crown in history," Jiang Shan, lying on the bed, said with his eyes closed:
"It was only made for Empress Dowager Liu of the Song Dynasty to offer sacrifices to the ancestral temple. At that time, it was also paired with a reduced Zhanggun suit that could only be worn by the emperor."
"At that time, Empress Dowager Liu was about to die," Shen Congwen explained, "so she proposed to wear Gong robes on the day of the sacrifice."
"Renzong is grateful for her dedicated assistance," Jiang Shan squinted his eyes and slowly sat up: "The people at the side agreed to her after making slight changes."
"Are you awake?" Huang Yongyu glanced at him: "You drew these, right? What time did you sleep last night?"
"Haha," Jiang Shan only closed his eyes at dawn: "The more I painted, the more enthusiastic I became. Until I lay down, my mind was still filled with thoughts of the Queen."
The Song Dynasty phoenix crown covers the entire sketch paper, with exquisite details and smooth lines.
The whole crown is inlaid with layers of pearls and emeralds, temples, sparrows, earrings of pearls, nine dragons and four phoenixes, the Queen Mother and the Fairy Guard of Honor...layer after layer.
This isn't even a hat, it's simply a walking piece of art.
The four pages of manuscript paper respectively draw the crowns of the three queens of the Song Dynasty, and a Xia crown worn by the princess when she got married.
Even Shao Bolin and Huang Yongyu couldn't bear to look away, let alone Shen Congwen.
"Xiao Jiang," Shen Congwen clutched the manuscript paper tightly: "Your painting...well, your painting..."
"Teacher Shen, am I good at painting?"
"The painting is so professional," Shen Congwen particularly liked this point: "I don't have such an exploded view in my manuscript."
"Xiao Jiang," Huang Yongyu said strangely: "If I guessed correctly, you painted it based on "Portraits of Emperors and Empresses of the Song Dynasty", right?"
"You guessed it right," this is indeed Jiangshan's operation.
"But this album is in the Wanwan Museum. How did you see it?"
"Yan Tu has it," Shen Congwen also checked the information: "It's just a photo."
"Oh? Yan Tu also has this?" Huang Yongyu really didn't care about this part.
"A picture album published by Xiangjiang," Jiang Shan actually went to check it out: "The photos are great, but it's a pity that the bookstores don't sell them, otherwise I would definitely have to buy a copy."
"This is really good stuff," Shen Congwen said, not wanting to let go: "I can also put some decomposition diagrams like this in my book."
"This is a good idea," Shao Bolin also thought it was feasible: "With this comparison of pictures and text, it will be easier for readers to understand."
"Mr. Shen, if you don't dislike this painting, just take a look at it and play with it." Jiang Shan originally painted it for him.
"Seriously?" Shen Conglin said happily, "Are you willing to give up?"
"Hey, I'm glad I can show it to you, so why don't you rush me?"
Besides, with these few pictures, he could draw as many as he wanted.
"The leader of the Propaganda Department invited you here," Jiang Shan continued: "It should be that he is dissatisfied with the service method of "Silk Road Flowers"."
"Submit the Tao of Transformation?" Shen Conglin didn't understand for a moment: "What is the Tao of Submission of Transformation?"
"Costumes, makeup, and props," Jiangshan believes:
"If dance postures and dance skills are the hard skills of a musical, then the way of persuasion is the soft skills of this musical."
"It makes sense," Shen Congwen nodded: "Just like making a movie, costumes are also very important."
"You can first draw some headdresses and clothing of Feitian in the Tang Dynasty, so that the prop master and costume designer will understand them clearly."
"Xiao Jiang, this is a good idea." Shen Congwen immediately wanted to go back to the house: "I will draw a few sets for them according to the pattern of your picture right away."
"Eat first." Shao Bolin was already hungry: "It's not too late to start painting after you're full."
Everyone in the room was thinking about the food here, so they walked to the restaurant in unison.
"Okay, Xiaojiang,"
Huang Yongyu, who was lagging behind, said to Jiang Shan: "Your memory is so good, you can pick it up at your fingertips."
"I don't know how many times I have practiced it," Jiang Shan always confessed: "From last year's painting to this year, it has already been engraved in my mind."
"I understand," Zhang Lu, who was beside him, suddenly realized:
"Last year we took a trip to Yantu to learn about the Silk Road. Did you start drawing from that time?"
"Isn't that the day?" Jiang Shan took advantage of his plan: "Otherwise, I would have been able to stay that long."
"Silk Road?" Huang Yongyu was confused when he heard this.
"We have experienced a lot this year." Zhang Lu proudly put his arms around Jiang Shan's shoulders and smiled very proudly.
"Hey," Huang Yongyu said and put his arms around Shao Bolin's shoulders.
"Eat more and talk less."
Jiang Shan patted Zhang Lu and quickly stepped forward to catch up with Huang Yongyu.
According to the fast-paced shooting practices of later TV series, the props team's task progress was always urged again and again.
However, the crew of "Qing Ping Le" starring Wang Kai and Jiang Shuying is an exception.
If you want money, give money; if you want time, give time.
The prop masters who joined the team nearly a year in advance also delivered an excellent set of answers for "Qing Ping Le".
In order to choose a publicity angle, Jiang Shan almost spent more than two months filming in the props group.
The hugely expensive court uniforms and crowns were perfectly reflected in the early promotional stills.
The foreground is a comparison of the portraits of the emperors and empresses recorded in history with their makeup photos, and the background is the paintings and calligraphy of famous artists from the Song Dynasty that have been passed down to this day.
After a group of exquisite stills were released in advance, they immediately aroused heated discussion and attention among netizens.
For a time, the broadcast copyright fees for "Qing Ping Le" skyrocketed like a rocket.
Until the end, it was won by Mango Channel at an astonishing price of 6.4 million yuan for a single episode and 450 million yuan for the whole series.
As a result, Jiangshan's new media companies also earned a considerable amount of publicity service fees.
However, it is said that the ratings of this TV series are not worthy of its single episode purchase price.
However, this is not what Jiang Shan should worry about. His mission is just to increase the selling price of the copyright.
As for the ratings, it has nothing to do with him.
After all, Mango Channel didn’t ask him to do publicity.
Jiang Shan has now drawn a few pages of back crown designs, which are the final drafts of the promotional posters from that year.
To this day, it is still fresh in my memory.
Only by showing off your craftsmanship from time to time can you reflect your own value.
Although it is easy to enjoy the shade by relying on a big tree, if you don't have some skills, you will be out sooner or later.
Soon, the vans drove towards the Mogao Grottoes again.
Many large trucks carrying disaster relief supplies were parked on the roadside in the city.
Just like yesterday, the van that Jiang Shan and his party were riding also carried a lot of vegetables and daily necessities.
A while ago, I couldn't keep up with daily necessities, and even if I had money, I couldn't buy anything.
Not to mention the territory of the Dunhuang Research Institute.
Although it is still not working well now, the Propaganda Department is not a freeloader.
Otherwise, we would not dare to invite veteran cadres to visit Dunhuang.
The car drove smoothly all the way. After arriving at the Mogao Grottoes, the experts immediately dispersed towards their destinations.
"It seems that I did my homework after returning yesterday," Huang Yongyu smiled slightly: "Let's go Jiangshan, it's time for us to set off."
In a few days, it will be time to go to the theater to watch the musical "Silk Road Flowers".
In these two days, experts must prepare their respective work.
Dance master Wu Xiaobang rushed to the grotto with his sketchbook in hand.
The drama master Cao Yu was similar. Director Chang led him to study the comic strips in each cave.
Collect information for future plot needs.
Jiang Shan glanced at Zhang Lu, who immediately took out three flashlights from his bag.
Huang Yongyu took one and said, "This is well prepared. You can take photos wherever you want."
"Uncle Huang," Jiang Shan asked, "Where should we look today?"
"Teacher Shen has the final say," Huang Yongyu glanced at his cousin: "What do you want to see today?"
Standing under the Mogao Grottoes, Shen Congwen raised his head and looked around: "I want to see Feitian. I heard that the song and dance show is based on Feitian's posture."
"Let's go," Huang Yongyu waved his hand: "Let's move towards Feitian together."
"But," Zhang Lu didn't move: "There seem to be flying sky everywhere here. Which cave should we look at first?"
"I remember there were a lot of flying gods in the Five Hundred Arhats yesterday." Shao Bolin's neck was so dizzy: "But where is that cave?"
"It's true, there are so many holes so densely packed that I have no impression at all."
Several people looked up one after another, all looking confused.
"Comrade Jiangshan,"
Suddenly, a familiar voice came from afar.
Fan Jinshi held a flashlight and walked over with a smile: "What do you want to see today?"
When they saw it was her, everyone laughed happily.
"Comrade Fan," Jiang Shan said with a smile, "can you take us to see Feitian?"
"Sure," Fan Jinshi nodded: "However, there are more than 4,500 flying apsaras in the Mogao Grottoes. Almost all the caves have flying apsaras. Where do you want to start?"
"so much?"
Jiang Shan turned to look at Shen Congwen, who was also confused.
"How about starting with the largest number of grottoes," Jiangshan Tanduo said, "it would be best if they were well preserved."
"I understand," Fan Jinshi immediately raised her feet and stepped forward:
"Let's take Cave 428 in the Northern Dynasties. There are the most flying heavens there and there are many postures. It is also the cave where we have the most flying heavens in the naked body."
While speaking, Fan Jinshi had already taken several steps forward.
"Then let's..." Jiang Shan and Zhang Lu took out their cameras at the same time: "Let's go take a look."
"Xiao Jiang," Shen Conglin quickly ordered:
"I must be too late to draw. You can take more photos later, focusing on the ones wearing clothes. I mainly look at the clothes."
"Okay, Mr. Shen."
"Take a few pictures without clothes," Huang Yongyu thought more comprehensively: "Old Wu likes to watch, he specializes in dance postures."
