Since being rated as one of the top ten painters in modern times by Japan, it is obvious to the naked eye that Fan Shuo has hope for his life in China.
Faced with banquets or lectures that popped up from time to time, Fan Yan not only welcomed them warmly, but was also well prepared.
He has been a smart man since he was a child and knows how to erect a memorial arch for himself.
Especially when it comes to worshiping mountains, people really have practical experience.
Take the current Ikuo Hirayama as an example. He has been on this international route since he was a child.
Not only was he invited to Japan for a visit and study last year, he was also awarded the senior professional title of one of the top ten painters shortly after returning to China.
Tonight, at the home of a professor at CAFA, several acquaintances who play with paintbrushes are drinking and talking about painting with Fan Yan.
As today's protagonist, Fan Zhuo was the only one talking at the table.
"This is an album of sketches made by Mr. Ikuo Hirayama when he was exploring the Silk Road."
Fan Yan pointed to a picture album in his hand:
"At that time, he only printed 19 copies in total, and my copy was numbered 14. Before me, only Wu Zuoren, Li Keran, and Guan Shanyue in our country had taken it."
"Oh, then you are really amazing."
"Do you know what this means? It means that the Japanese Artists Association values you very much!"
"Old Fan, if you really want to say it, you are the one who has achieved the highest results among our group."
“The key is beauty.”
"I'm telling you," Fan Yan's report has not yet been completed:
"If you want to say that you have a face, you really have a face. When I was in Japan, what did they say... NHK TV station even interviewed Mr. Hirayama specifically about this matter. Do you know what Mr. Hirayama said about me at that time?"
"How did you say that?"
"He said," Fan Wei smiled sweetly: "The standard of art is good and bad, not new and old. Take Mr. Fan Wei as an example, although his works are new..."
"This is a really low rating."
"The evaluation is spot on. Apart from anything else, Lao Fan's paintings are quite good."
"If you ask me, Lao Fan's matter needs to be publicized in China. In addition to the magazine "China Art Education", the TV station should also report it."
"It makes sense, by the way... did you read yesterday's People's Daily? Huang Yongyu won an award in the United States."
"I saw it too, and even posted a photo."
"It's a collective honor for him,"
Seeing that the topic had changed, Fan Yan quickly pointed out the main point: "It's two different things from me going abroad this time."
"That's true."
"Then let's continue to listen to your conversation..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from the TV that had been playing on the chest of drawers:
[The fifth advertising work that won the gold award is...Congratulations to the advertising team from China.]
At this moment, what was playing on the seven o'clock news was the award-winning clip of Jiang Shan and his entourage at the New York Advertising Festival.
The familiar voice of the announcer immediately silenced the room.
[In order to ensure that the participating advertisement "Wonderful Night in the Forbidden City" has exquisite images and professional scenery, the crew specially invited the famous painter Huang Yongyu and historical specialist Wang Shixiang as art consultants...]
Everyone at the dinner table was stunned when they saw the excerpts from the commercial shown on the TV.
"Look, all the foreigners in the audience are applauding Lao Huang and the others."
"Lao Huang smiles so confidently."
"Hey, you are still sitting on the stage answering reporters' questions. Look at the reporters down there. How many foreign media outlets are there!"
"Lao Fan, please move to the side and don't block me from watching TV."
"Lower your head, Lao Fan, I seem to have seen Qi Gong..."
…
In another courtyard across Dayabao Hutong, Huang Yongyu's home also has many old friends sitting there.
Huang Yongyu, who had received Wang Fulin's notice in advance, just dragged the elders to his home.
At this moment, the TV in the study was also playing news programs.
[During the filming, two experts, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang, not only provided professional guidance on set design and costume modeling, but also personally participated in the filming in ancient costumes...]
When the report was going on, a group of pictures of Huang Yongyu, Wang Shixiang, Zhu Jiaxin, Qi Gong, and Xu Bangda dressed in red and green clothes and dressed as beasts, gathered around the country to discuss things, appeared on the TV.
"Ha," Huang Yongyu laughed: "How come they photographed this part?"
Seeing his serious expression on the TV while holding Usha in his hand, Zhu Jiaxu smacked his lips and said, "Why am I the only one not wearing a hat?"
Wang Shixiang pointed at the TV and smiled: "Isn't this the time for us to stand together and discuss how to help Xiaojiang buy the courtyard house in Qianliang Hutong?"
"That's right,"
Qi Gong looked at the TV with a smile. It turned out that he looked like this on TV:
"Speaking of which, I really miss the days when we were at Baohe Hall!"
Xu Bangda nodded slightly: "Me too."
…
Pujiang City, Pujiang TV Station.
Since the chief designer had inscribed a new name some time ago, the TV station held a lively opening ceremony today.
At this moment, Gu Zhengzheng and Hu Xiao rode out of the TV station's gate together on their bicycles.
When passing by a brand new signboard, Gu Zhengzheng suddenly had a suggestion.
"Lao Hu, do you know Xiao Jiang's family?"
"We used to go there often," Hu Xiaoqi said slowly and leisurely, "What, you want to go to his house?"
"Anyway, it's okay now. How about we go over and sit for a while?"
"Let's go," Hu Xiao stepped hard and started to speed up: "Follow me."
…
Anhe Street, No. 51 courtyard.
A group of people who were watching TV happened to see the news report.
Although their images only flashed across the TV, Zhu Jie and Dong Zhizhi still covered their mouths in excitement.
However, compared to the shocking reaction of Lao Jiang's family, they were not impressed at all.
That is to say, they have not learned the skills of lion dance and dragon dance. Otherwise, Father Jiang and Mother Jiang would have to dance in a circle.
After eating, drinking and having fun, the group gathered in the yard again for dance rehearsal.
Having been busy all afternoon, everyone started to take their places without further ado.
"Are the lights ready?" Jiang Shan held up a storyboard: "Who will be in charge of the lights later?"
"Me," Li Ruocheng raised his hand: "I will be responsible for lighting the lights."
During the meal, the second brother Jiang He not only stretched several wires above the small courtyard, but also installed three or four light bulbs.
On the main circuit board, next to several black prototype switches, numbers are pasted in the order of the switches.
In the small courtyard, in addition to the two professional dancers, there were also some amateur dancers standing according to their positions.
In order to help Jiang Shan, Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi choreograph the dance more intuitively.
Almost everyone who could and could not get on board was admitted.
The purpose is entirely to publish the manuscript as soon as possible so that the dance theater can directly start rehearsals and practice.
After all, there are only more than two months left before the national dance competition on August 1.
"As long as I can figure out a rough position tonight,"
Jiang Shan held a drawing book and discussed with Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi:
"When I finish the first draft, you will show it to the leaders. If it passes, we will continue to improve it. Do you like it?"
"Of course it's fine, but it's too troublesome for you."
Zhou Jie felt very embarrassed: "The key is that I have troubled your whole family. Xiaodong and I don't know how to thank you."
"Editor Jiang," Dong Zhizhi nodded from the side: "In my opinion, nine out of ten people in the dance troupe you choreographed will nod, and then I will be in trouble for you even more."
Jiang Shan: "Do you two still consider me a friend?"
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"Of course I consider you a friend."
"It's too late for us to be happy that I can make a friend like you."
"Since we are all friends, don't be polite to me," Jiang Shan said without mentioning the fashion show:
"Anyway, I have already thought about it. I must help you two win a grand prize at the first dance competition."
In one sentence, the two girls were so moved that their bright eyes flashed and their white teeth were filled with joy.
If anyone else said this, they would just give them a blank look.
But who is this person in front of me?
Don't look at Jiangshan, he doesn't even know what's going on with his main leg or power leg.
But as soon as the two girls took a look at the choreography in the book, they knew they had found the right person this time.
Jiang Shan: "Then let's get started?"
"good."
"Then please, uncles and aunties..."
Although they were already familiar with the big guy who was very easy to get along with, the two girls still thanked him a lot before dancing.
"Everyone in his place,"
Director Jiang, who was holding a picture clip, thought this would be real: "Start——"
With the sound of "start", Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng walked into the small courtyard.
The lights suddenly went out in front of them, causing them both to stop at the same time.
"Lights, start—"
Jiang Shan: "When a group moves, move as you please."
There was a "pop".
Following Jiang Shan's command, a beam of light lit up above the right rear corner of the small courtyard.
The trumpet-shaped blackout lampshade allows the light source to illuminate only a small area of the ground.
Under the lights, Father Jiang and Jiang He performed the sixth set of radio gymnastics with expressionless faces.
This scene that I don’t know where to start from made Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng stick out their necks at the same time: "Huh?"
Before they could get a clear look, there was another "pop".
This time, a beam of light was also cast from the rear left corner of the courtyard.
Under the light of the lights, Jiang Ma and Li Aunt jumped up seriously.
Looking at that posture, I really learned a lot in the afternoon session.
snap, snap,
Next, two more light sources were cast in sequence.
Jiangchuan, Yingruhua is one group, Jiang Xiaoyu, Jiang Xiaobai is another group.
They were all similar but different from each other, and they jumped up casually.
Seeing this, Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng glanced at each other, shrugged and decided to continue reading.
Until then, the last light finally came on.
After brushing it, the aura in the courtyard immediately changed.
The two dancers, standing with one leg on the wooden bench, became the kings of this small courtyard as soon as they appeared.
As the phonograph turned in Li Ruocheng's home, the theme song of the same name from the 1933 movie "Fishing Lights" floated out of the window.
In the small courtyard, although there were several other groups of dancing guests, they had already become moving spectators.
But Jiang Shan's choreography notebook is still recording the movements of the entire audience.
Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi, holding cattail fans, seemed to have entered another time and space with the dim light.
Sometimes soft and sometimes sassy, Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng walked to Jiang Shan's side without even realizing it.
"Huh? How did you...?"
"Shh."
"Do not talk."
Before Jiang Shan could finish his question, Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng, who were staring at each other, raised their hands to stop him.
At this moment, a new move began again.
As the body changed places in the small courtyard, Ying's picturesque and soft and waxy voice floated through the small courtyard:
"cypress orchid, Zizi flower... buy one for three cents of foreign money..."
The flavor of Shikumen alley came in an instant.
According to Jiangshan's arrangement, this sentence must be added when arranging the music.
Only in this way can the audience know where this story takes place.
Hu Xiao looked at the direction arrows that Jiang Shan kept marking on the drawing book, and couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"
"Choreographer," Jiang Shan said confidently: "Help Pujiang Dance Theater arrange a dance."
"You?" Hu Xiao: "Choreographer?"
"Why can't he choreograph?" Jiang Shan didn't need to speak, Gu Zhengzheng was already there to help:
"Have you forgotten this boy's performance at the Rising Stars Concert?"
"Oh," Hu Xiao remembered and looked in front of him again: "But how did you bring them to your home?"
"They came to the door themselves,"
Jiang Shan was about to explain carefully when he suddenly said: "By the way, why did you two come to my place?"
"We've both had enough to eat and have nothing to do," Hu Xiao said with a smile, "I just wanted to come and sit at your house."
"Judging from the current situation," Gu Zhengzheng said, "it's really the right time."
Looking at the layout, music and lights in the small courtyard, Gu Zhengzheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
No wonder this kid Jiangshan is so versatile. It turns out that the literary and artistic atmosphere in his family is so strong!
"Xiaojiang," Hu Xiao said, "Every time I go to your house, it feels very interesting. When I retire, I might as well move in with you."
country:"……"
After the song ended, the big guys dispersed and went about their business.
At this time, in Jiangshan's room, Jiangshan, Zhou Jie, and Dong Zhizhi were summarizing the final draft.
Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng, who had been sitting aside drinking tea, only now asked why.
"It turns out that this dance has great potential. Let me help you see it."
With Gu Zhengzheng's professionalism, he immediately moved his stool and joined the discussion.
Ever since the two girls knew who the new two were, they didn't want to leave Jiangshan's hut easily.
What a rare opportunity. You must hurry up and seize the time to study hard.
After Director Gu watched it once at Damoyue, he immediately raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Shan: "Did you choreograph this dance by yourself?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Shan smiled and pointed at the girls beside him:
"There must be professional on-site guidance, but even if I say I made it up alone, you wouldn't believe it."
"I believe,"
Director Gu had a serious look on his face: "Why don't you believe it? I have seen your dancing ability with my own eyes."
"Me?" Jiang Shan pointed at himself: "Do you still have the skills to dance? I don't even know..."
"Report to leadership,"
Zhou Jiete puffed up her chest righteously:
"This "Yu Guang Song" was arranged by Editor Jiang. At most, Xiao Dong and I helped give the dance a professional name, right Xiao Dong?"
"Well," Dong Zhizhi nodded: "When we found this place in the morning, Editor Jiang's room was already filled with many design drafts."
"I'll just say it," Director Gu grabbed the design draft and said:
"Xiao Jiang, I asked you that for no other reason than to confirm with you.
This dance has a very special meaning. If it is your personal work, I am going to let the stage record it specially.
It’s July 1st soon, so choosing a suitable time to broadcast it to the public will not only commemorate it, but also enrich the people’s cultural and entertainment life.”
"After all, he is the leader of the TV station. He takes whatever good things he sees to his home," Hu Xiao looked at his old friend and smiled. The next second:
"By the way, you two came to Jiangshan to rehearse this dance, right?"
Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi looked at each other and smiled: "We are going to participate in the first national singing and dancing competition..."
For a while, the atmosphere in the room was very harmonious with questions and answers.
Jiangshan was the only one who didn't speak.
Well, before I could take action to build momentum, the resources around me had already come to my door...
