The Strongest Animator [Rebirth]

"Are you going or not? Don't stand in the way here, can you?"

Accompanied by the dissatisfied accusations from the passers-by, Gao Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and then recovered from the short animation in front of him. He hurriedly apologized, and stepped aside to let the crowd behind him pass, while he waited. In the same place, for a while, he was inexplicably unwilling to leave.

He looked at the short animation that was playing repeatedly on the LCD screen on the wall.

"When I was six years old, after seeing an illustration of a boa constrictor devouring a beast, I also drew my first picture with colored pencils - a boa constrictor digesting an elephant in its stomach, and proudly showed it to adults Let's see, and ask if my pictures frighten them."

On the screen, the center of the dark brown giant snake bulges upwards. It really doesn't look like a snake digesting an elephant, but rather an irregular hat.

So the grown-ups said, "What's so terrible about a hat?"

"In order for grown-ups to understand, I had no choice but to draw the elephant inside the boa constrictor. I think they should understand that what I drew is a boa constrictor digesting an elephant, not a hat?"

But the adults said: "Don't draw these pictures of boa constrictors with their bellies open or avoiding them. If you want energy, you should spend your time on meaningful things like geography, history, and mathematics."

The villain on the screen shook his head and sighed: "Afterwards, I stopped painting, and I no longer regarded the beautiful ambition of being a painter as a dream. The failure of the first painting made me very discouraged. Adults don't understand anything. I have to keep explaining to them all the time, it's tiring."

Perhaps the plot in the short animation is so touching that Gao Yuan can’t help but think of himself when he was a teenager—the same love of painting, sometimes it’s really itchy, and he would risk being caught, boldly writing in Chinese textbooks Painting and drawing, adding a beard to the celebrity in the book, and changing the look are commonplace.

When he was younger, he would also draw all kinds of weird things, like black roses, grass that looked like bugs...

Most of the time, he couldn't get compliments from the adults, but he corrected him sternly: roses should be red, why are there black roses?How could there be such a strange-looking grass in the forest?What you drew is obviously a fluffy bug.

Later, when I grew up and became addicted to painting again, my parents were no longer as indulgent as they were when they were young:

"How old are you? Why are you still not doing your job and indulging in these cartoons all day long? Children will like these things. When will you mature?"

"You want to paint for fun occasionally, I have no problem, but you have to put your mind on the right path, can painting be eaten?"

"Others can make painting a profession, that is because they have talent, but can you do it? You couldn't even draw a rose when you were a child, and you still want to make a living by painting in the future? How is this possible?"

Hearing so many words like this, even Gao Yuan himself could not help but doubt himself.

He thought maybe his parents were right, his talent was not enough for him to make a living from painting, so he gave up painting, which he had loved for a long time, and turned to study finance, a major that satisfied his parents. After graduation, he succeeded I joined a securities company and lived a regular and stable life.

Only very rarely would he occasionally think of the dream about painting when he was young, think of the blooming black roses, and the grass like fluffy bugs.

At this time, he already knew that grass that looks like a worm exists. It is a worm in winter and a grass in summer, so it is called Cordyceps sinensis. But only a light sentence from the adults:

"Really? There is such a thing, I have no memory."

It turned out that those blows and twists that ruined his dream were nothing more than insignificant things in the eyes of adults.

Gao Yuan stared blankly at the short animation in front of him.

It's seven o'clock in the morning, the subway passage is full of people going to work and school, he should have rushed to his work place to start a day's regular work. Short animation, but in a trance, can't take a step, can't say a word.

……

It was already eight o'clock in the evening when Lin Yangbing got off the No. [-] subway with tired steps.

In the past, the company would get off work at five o'clock in the afternoon, but recently the company has too many things to do, and it is often very busy. It is hard to wait for the boss to release people, and it is often eight or nine o'clock in the evening, or later, or eleven o'clock. It is very rare to get off work at [-] o'clock like today.

too tired.

He was already extremely exhausted in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

There's no way, he's still young now, and it's time for him to work hard. He can't go and have fun by himself when his peers are working overtime, right?Even if you can pass the test in your heart, what should you do when you meet new year festivals, class reunions, etc.?

Can the little salary I get hold my head up in front of my family, relatives, classmates and close friends?

He sighed, and continued to walk slowly. When his eyes unconsciously fell on the LCD screen on the right side of the passage, he was stunned.

Lin Yangbing didn't intend to watch the above video at first - he didn't seem to know, usually at this time, it was nothing more than playing some advertisements, but when he saw the content on the screen, he was really stunned.

"These adults just like numbers." The little boy in the picture said: "When you tell the adults about a friend of yours, they never ask what his voice is, what games he likes, whether he collects numbers. Questions like butterfly specimens."

"They'll just ask you how old he is, how many brothers he has, how much his father earns, and they think that's how they know a friend."

Lin Yangbing was stunned.

He suddenly remembered that two years ago, when he had not broken up with his first love, when he visited her home, he actually had a lot to say—about how he would treat her well, his self-motivation, his Planning for his own career, about the future of the two of them... There are many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many, many things about the future of the two of them.

But all of this was wiped out when the other party's parents asked about his salary, with subtle hesitation on their faces and an obvious neglectful attitude.

Seeing the content in the video suddenly, Lin Yangbing was caught off guard and almost burst into tears.

Yes, this is the grown-up world.

If you're going to talk about your house and your job, then you can't say "I have a job that's perfect for me" "I like my current job, it's so close to my current house, I can sleep 10 minutes more in the morning lazy I feel that although the current salary is not high, but the development prospects are very good", or "I can hear the birds chirping in the early morning, and the beautiful house where the sun will shine through the window sill," because people often don't understand.

But if you say "I have a job with a monthly salary of 1000", or "I have a house worth [-] million", then everyone will show admiration and envy.

Just like his ex-girlfriend's family.

They don't pay attention to his tenderness and cherishment to the girl. They care more about whether he has a decent job with a high salary than the efforts he has made for the future of the two of them. So when he talks about his future work seriously When considering and arranging with his family, the other party’s disappointment and negligence after asking about his salary was enough to shatter his motivation and longing for three years of hard work.

The relationship ended so suddenly and so quickly that he didn't even have time to tell her and her family that he was real and loved her so much.

"Damn it," he held back the bitterness in his heart, and scolded, "Are all the subway advertisements so heartbreaking these days? It's making people die, fuck it."