Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 757 Daily life
in fact--

Lao Mo has always been looking forward to his son taking over his mantle and becoming a painter.

after all.

His resources are just here to draw a circle.

Even if his son has mediocre talents in the future, he can still live a well-off life with his resources and connections.

The so-called academic cliques are generally like this.

and so--

He also prepared a set of teaching aids at home.

No matter what.

His son had no interest in painting at all, so the teaching aids just gathered dust at home.

Now that Jiang Yang wanted to learn, he took it out again.

When Jiang Yang came back with coffee, he had already set up the terrace of the courtyard.

Then, he clapped his hands and looked at the nearby gray tiles, walnut trees, continuous tile roofs in the near distance and high-rise buildings in the distance. He couldn't help but feel emotional. He had visited this courtyard house when he was a child and knew what it looked like originally. Except that it was a little big, it was just an ordinary courtyard house. Now that it has been transformed in the hands of a big star, it is simply his dream studio.

It would be a waste of things to let Jiang Yang play with it.

Damn it.

It's nice to have money!

As soon as Jiang Yang entered the room, he saw Zhou Hao: "The rat is here."

Although it is a stop-motion animation, as a serious director, Zhou Hao must be present.

Zhou Hao took the coffee and said, "I'm almost full from eating what President Han prepared every day at the company."

If you can't afford to provoke someone, then you can just hide away.

Jiang Yang shared the coffee with Shi Tou and the others, then went up to the terrace and handed the coffee to Lao Mo.

Lao Mo took it and took a sip, then asked Jiang Yang to sit down.

Then--

He pointed to the teaching aids that had been placed in advance and said, "To learn painting, you must first learn sketching. Come on, draw according to this."

"what?"

Jiang Yang looked at Lao Mo in surprise. He started drawing before the class even started?
Lao Mo ignored Jiang Yang.

He sat on the comfortable sofa next to him, his buttocks sank, his back supported, and warmth and healing came to him from behind. Lao Mo felt like he was sitting on a pile of money. He picked up a magazine he brought from home and read it comfortably.

Jiang Yang:......

He can't be considered a good student since he was a child, but his attitude towards teachers is still very good.

Since this is the case, Jiang Yang started sharpening his pencil.

Sharpening a pencil is a technical job. Jiang Yang spent a long time sharpening a pencil that had never been used for drawing. He finally sharpened it to almost half its original size. Then he began to draw seriously according to the teaching aids.

The terrace became quiet.

There is discussion downstairs.

Zhou Hao and his friends sat in the yard, basking in the sun, and divided the work of making stop-motion animation.

Shitou had done a stop-motion animation once, although it was an MV and a clay animation, it was not an animation, so he was in charge of the overall planning, Zhou Hao was the director, the budget maker did the budget, the storyboard maker did the storyboard, the miniature maker did the modeling, the scene layout maker did the scene, and the art maker did the—

Shitou said, "We need to hire an artist."

Art is still very important.

Take their stop-motion animation for example, the shapes, lights, and colors of the characters and scenes all rely on art to visualize the text into concept maps and atmosphere maps, to provide the director and crew with a blueprint for reference, discussion, and implementation, to meet Jiang Yang's requirement of being handsome and cool.

Huo Che looked up at the roof: "Isn't there a ready-made art teacher here?"

Zhou Hao and Shi Tou looked at each other.

There is still a big difference between film art and painting.

but--

Since this movie is for fun, there is no need to be too particular. Shitou raised his head and said, "Teacher Mo, do you want to play?"

Lao Mo put down the book.

He knew that they were making stop-motion animations. Although he didn't understand much about it, Lao Mo was still quite curious and interested in the art of film and television dramas. After all, who doesn't want their work to appear in front of more people?

Now that there happens to be such an opportunity, it might be a good idea to take a look.

He stood up and told Jiang Yang: "Paint well."

"Oh."

Jiang Yang agreed.

Lao Mo couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yang.

He was really a little surprised.

Li Yu's name is well-known, even those who don't listen to music have heard her songs. She thinks her husband, if not arrogant and unruly, is at least a bit arrogant and a bit of a thorn.

Unexpectedly——

He has a pretty good attitude and does whatever the teacher asks him to do.

Maybe it’s because his wife is still obsessed with this guy, and this guy has no basic knowledge at all, but she really thinks he is a good student.

He went downstairs, took the script handed to him by Shitou, and sat with them in the sun to discuss it.

Huo Che looked up and saw Jiang Yang drawing seriously, so he reminded everyone to keep the noise down.

Very conscious.

Shitou and the others lowered their voices.

Lao Mo looked at Jiang Yang again and thought that Li Yu was indeed the big devil, as everyone gathered around her husband was so obedient.

The yard became quiet.

The sun is very warm.

The birds were jumping and singing in the walnut tree.

A white cat was sleeping on the tiled roof next door, and the faint sound of neighbors talking could be heard in the distance.

Jiang Yang really likes this moment.

God knows.

After work, he dreamed many times that he was back home and in the classroom, wondering why he was back and where his wife was. When he woke up and hugged his wife, he felt lost again.

just now.

He felt like the paper airplane of his childhood had flown back into his hands.

He painted seriously, listening to the sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper, and felt that life would be perfect if his wife was here.

It's eleven o'clock.

Jiang Yang finished the painting.

He took the paper down to let Lao Mo check it, and took out Du Ziteng's sponsorship card and asked everyone: "How about eating this today?"

Zhou Hao took it over: "Wow, Du Mansion, a two-star tire restaurant, this must be okay, we must have a good meal."

then--

He said, "Let President Han go."

The restaurant was far away and several people were busy.

Zhang Zhu's grandfather, Master Jiang Yang, Lao Zhang, had already started carving dolls with his hands while he was talking.

Of course, this is not the final puppet, but just a concept reference. The real puppet has to buy a stop-motion skeleton and wrap it with foam material. The puppet made in this way is as lifelike as a silicone doll, and the limbs can move and make smooth movements, which is very suitable for shooting stop-motion animation.

Jiang Yang: "Aren't you afraid that President Han will make empty promises for you?"

"whispering sound."

Zhou Hao said with disdain: "Don't you see who is the boss? Drawing cakes is my passive position as a boss."

"Row."

Jiang Yang called Sister Han.

When receiving the call, Sister Han: …

She was too tired to complain about these two guys.

She just put away her headphones, turned off the TV, and said to Jiang Chen, Li Liang and the others, "I'll go catch those two guys."

She took a taxi, went to the restaurant to order food, and reported her membership card number directly when paying the bill. Then she broke her bones, which made Han Xiaoxiao feel that it was a real bargain. After picking up the food, she took another taxi with the help of the waiter and arrived at the entrance of the alley.

Zhou Hao and Shi Tou have come out to answer it.

They brought the meal to the courtyard.

It was Han Xiaoxiao's first time to come to the Siheyuan. After seeing the layout, she hated her idol for being too nice to her grandson Jiang Yang. No wonder he didn't report to the company after returning.

"By the way, where is Director Jiang?"

Han Xiaoxiao looked around but didn't see it.

Zhou Hao pointed to the terrace: "There is a class going on right now."

After getting Jiang Yang's paintings, Lao Mo took out his own works that he had drawn in advance and asked Jiang Yang to compare them. After finding out the problems, he explained them to Jiang Yang one by one from the beginning and taught him the most basic techniques such as pen control, long lines, and line arrangement.

Han Xiaoxiao: "What class?"

Zhou Hao: “Drawing.”

Han Xiaoxiao: "Drawing? Come to me!"

Zhou Hao: "Looking for you?"

Han Xiaoxiao: "I'm a graphic designer."

She originally passed the art exam to study graphic design and also studied painting.

"Oh."

Zhou Hao suddenly realized.

Then--

He asked Han Xiaoxiao to stay aside: "When I think about the fact that I recruited you for graphic design, I feel like I am blind."

Han Xiaoxiao felt that it was not her fault.

Her skills have deteriorated every day since she stopped doing graphic design.

Just right.

She took the opportunity to give Jiang Yang some pointers and get her feel back.

then--

While Zhou Hao and the others were setting the table, she went upstairs noisily.

Then she came down in dejection.

Oh shit!

People are more infuriating than people.

You can tell by looking at the examples drawn by the teacher. If her teacher during the art exam was a bronze one, then Teacher Jiang Yang is a master. If she had such a teacher to guide her, she would not have bothered to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University, and becoming a Van Gogh or a Vincent would not be a dream.

"Mr. Han."

Zhou Hao told Han Xiaoxiao to stop standing there and go with him to get some wine from the refrigerator.

As he walked, he said, "If you don't have any work to do during this period, come here to lend a hand and take care of the logistics."

"No."

Han Xiaoxiao stopped and asked: "Are you planning to stay here for a while?"

The company really doesn't care.

Zhou Hao: "It's almost the New Year, why are you still making such a fuss?"

Say.

Zhou Hao: "Stop-motion animation is also an important type of advertising. Didn't you complain a while ago that you gave the tourism advertisement to the animation studio? Once we have completed this stop-motion animation and accumulated technical strength, we will be able to handle animation advertisements in the future. Why should we give it to others? By then, we can both set up a branch in one year and go public in two years. Financial freedom will not be a dream!"

Han Xiaoxiao:......

For some reason, she felt quite excited when she heard it.

"besides."

Zhou Hao told her that Mr. Mo would be the art director of this animation. "You can be Mr. Mo's assistant and learn from him. You can also serve as an artist in the crew in the future. Is this teacher qualified to guide you?"

That's fucking enough.

Han Xiaoxiao felt that the cake that Mr. Zhou drew smelled delicious.

"Row!"

She agreed readily.

Zhou Hao opened the refrigerator.

The refrigerator was filled to the brim with yogurt, milk, potato chips and even one or two bottles of Coke.

There is no wine.

"broken."

Zhou Hao forgot that this was Jiang Yang's refrigerator. "The Great Devil will not allow alcohol to exist."

Zhou Hao: "Why don't you go out and buy some wine and put it on Jiang Yang's bill."

Han Xiaoxiao gestured to the surveillance camera above her head: "If you dare to buy alcohol, I'm afraid you won't exist tomorrow."

Let's just have a drink.

When they took the drinks out, Lao Mo and Jiang Yang also came down from the building. They ate and talked together, and after the meal, everyone got busy again. Jiang Yang went to the terrace to continue practicing according to the teacher's instructions, while Shi Tou and Lao Mo continued to discuss and let their thoughts collide, while Han Xiaoxiao listened at the side and served tea and water from time to time.

Occasionally--

She looked back at Jiang Yang on the terrace and saw that he was very focused while painting, like a high school student about to take the college entrance examination.

It's when he sharpens his pencils, it's really painful.

(End of this chapter)