novelinnhs Chapter 85 I Will Never Run Away From Home Again
Chapter 85 I Will Never Run Away From Home Again
Chapter 85 I Will Never Run Away From Home Again (Please Read On)
"Alright, don't be shy."
Chang Guangxi's smile was very approachable, and standing next to He Yuwen, the contrast was particularly striking: "I heard from Lao He that you're a student in the Beijing Film Academy's advanced training program? Why aren't you taking the entrance exam?"
Lin An was already numb to this problem and dealt with it very skillfully.
Before Chang Guangxi could press for more information, He Yuwen had already turned and walked into the building, leaving behind the words, "Come on in, it's cold outside."
The main lobby wasn't much warmer than outside.
The terrazzo floor was polished to a shine, and it made a crisp sound when you stepped on it.
Several animation posters are pasted on the wall: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", "Havoc in Heaven", "Sanmao the Vagabond", "Lotus Lantern"... silently recording the achievements and history of Shanghai Animation Film Studio.
He Yuwen walked at the front, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
Chang Guangxi walked side by side with Lin An behind him and smiled, "That's just how Lao He is. He doesn't say it, but he's actually very considerate of others."
"I understand being arrogant, I'm very familiar with it..." Lin An said, "I received a lot of help from Teacher He at the Beijing Film Academy."
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He added quietly at the same time: "I've also made a lot of money."
The group walked forward to the stairwell and climbed the steps to the third floor.
He Yuwen pushed open a door at the end of the corridor.
It is a small screening room.
A white screen hung in front, and a film projector sat on a long table in front of the screen. The label on the projector was yellowed and curled at the edges.
"sit."
He Yuwen casually pulled down a folding chair and sat down first.
Chang Guangxi walked to the projector, took out a stack of storyboards and a bound proposal from the file bag on the table, and handed them to Lin An.
Lin An took the manuscript and flipped through a few pages.
The storyboard was drawn very roughly, but you could tell it was the scene of Po's final battle with Tai Lung.
"Based on your suggestions, I studied the action design of Japanese anime, amplified the range of motion, enhanced the impact of attacks, and also refined the character expressions..."
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As Chang Guangxi spoke, he pulled out more sketches from the file folder on the table and spread them out one by one on the long table.
His gaze fell on the elongated, distorted lines of the figures, and he sighed.
"To be honest, I don't like drawing this kind of storyboard."
Chang Guangxi's voice deepened: "This content is too violent and too direct. The main audience for animation is ultimately a group of children who are still inexperienced in the ways of the world."
Lin An found it difficult to refute Chang Guangxi's point of view.
In his past life, he might have dismissed this as trivial, or even thought it was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Having grown up again, especially after having two younger sisters, he more or less understood the thoughts of his elders.
Some things cannot be simply described by the words "open-mindedness" or "creative freedom".
"I understand what you mean."
Lin An said calmly, "But nowadays the pace of life is getting faster and faster, and the audience's aesthetic tastes are also changing."
He said, "With the widespread use of television, children are exposed to a different amount of information from a young age. For film and television works to capture their attention, they must have a more direct emotional output."
After saying that, Lin An added, "And there are loopholes here that can be exploited."
Chang Guangxi's eyebrows twitched slightly: "What do you mean?"
"Reduce direct violent clashes and increase the element of strategic thinking."
Lin An flipped the storyboard over and started drawing directly in the blank space.
Within minutes, three simple fighting scenes appeared on the paper.
In the scene, Abao is holding bamboo, fireworks, pots and pans, and other utensils.
"Fighting doesn't necessarily have to be a matter of punches landing on the flesh. Po can use bamboo to deflect force and use pots and pans as shields."
He began, "These things aren't inherently violent, but they're easy to use, and the visual appeal isn't diminished much."
Chang Guangxi took the storyboard drawn by Lin An, looked at the lines on it, and remained silent for a long time.
The composition on that piece of paper was not complicated; in fact, it could be described as rudimentary.
With just a few strokes, A Bao's round figure is depicted, his left hand gripping a bamboo clothesline pole, his right hand holding a black iron pot upside down, as he clumsily and skillfully dodges the enemy's punches.
If he were to copy the drawing, he could also create this kind of storyboard, but he would never have the speed or the naturalness.
Chang Guangxi raised his head and looked at He Yuwen, who was leaning back in his chair, his gaze also falling on those scribbles.
Noticing Chang Guangxi's gaze, He Yuwen shook his head and calmly said, "If Tang Yu trains for another ten years, he might be able to do it."
Chang Guangxi fell silent, his gaze toward Lin An becoming increasingly complex.
"...Is there a problem with the constant guide?"
Lin An frowned, not understanding why the other person was staring at him with such a blank expression.
Questions? There are tons of questions! For example, why would a screenwriter have such drawing skills? Why didn't you choose art as your major?
Why did your parents agree to let you waste your time in the film and television industry?! One question after another flooded Chang Guangxi's mind, finally turning into a sigh: "Your suggestion is very good. I will go back and summarize it, and redo the storyboard for the fight scenes."
He paused for a moment, then asked, "Where do you live now? Give me your address, and I'll arrange for someone to deliver the artwork to you once I'm done."
Lin An thought for a moment and replied, "You should send it to Director Pang in the editorial office of Shanghai Television."
He didn't really want the people from the "iPartment" crew to know that he had an animation project at Shanghai Animation Film Studio.
Chang Guangxi had no objection to this.
The two began discussing the script outline, during which Chang Guangxi relentlessly hinted at the benefits of Shanghai Animation Film Studio, promising one condition after another.
Lin An turned a deaf ear to this.
Animation production cycles are too long, there are many policy restrictions, and monetization channels are limited, resulting in a situation where there is little money and a lot of work.
If he were to achieve upward social mobility through animation, it would take him at least six or seven years, and even if he succeeded, his status wouldn't be very high.
By the time the script was finalized and the character designs were completed, it was already 9 p.m.
Chang Guangxi parked his car in front of the hotel.
"Xiaolin, I need to digest what we talked about today when I get back."
He paused for a moment, then said earnestly, "Are you really not considering coming to Shanghai Animation Film Studio? I can help you get a permanent position and a dormitory."
Pick."
Again.
Lin An sighed inwardly, opened the car door, turned around and bowed slightly to Chang Guangxi: "Director Chang, please drive carefully on the road."
Seeing that he was completely unmoved by reason, Chang Guangxi shook his head helplessly, chuckled and cursed, then started the car and slowly drove away.
Lin An stood at the hotel entrance, still waving goodbye.
The smile on his face gradually faded only after Chang Guangxi's car disappeared from sight.
Chang Guangxi is a good person, highly professional, and sincere, but he's just too sincere, so sincere that Lin An can't quite handle it.
Throughout the afternoon's discussion, almost after each segment was finished, the veteran director would talk at length about the future of Chinese animation, and at one point even shed tears.
Lin An rubbed his aching jaw muscles, let out a long breath, and only then did he have time to take his phone out of his pocket.
There are two unread messages on the screen, both from Jiang Qinqin.
He opened it as he walked towards the hotel lobby.
Sorry, I'm currently auditioning for the TV series "Wind and Cloud," so I might not have time.
If you don't mind, I can recommend a few of my friends; they're all great actresses.
Lin An paused for a moment.
He stared at the screen for two seconds, then finally just sighed.
There's nothing surprising about it.
Jiang Qinqin is a highly sought-after actress under Qiong Yao's management. After "Tears in Heaven," she received a constant stream of film offers, and it's no wonder that her schedule was packed.
However, while I understand, it's still a hassle.
Since Gao Yuanyuan couldn't come, and Jiang Qinqin couldn't come either, he could only pin his hopes on Zhang Hua.
If you can't find one that suits your needs, try contacting Chang Jihong.
This agent from Hairun has a wide network of contacts; he might be able to recommend a few suitable candidates.
As he walked through the hotel lobby, he swiped his room card and pressed the button for the top floor.
Upon reaching the top floor, the elevator doors slowly slid open.
Before the motion-sensor lights in the corridor could fully illuminate, a round shadow sprang out of the darkness and crashed into Lin An at a speed completely disproportionate to its size.
The impact was so strong that Lin An staggered back half a step.
Immediately afterwards, two round arms tightly gripped his thighs.
"Lin An! You're finally back!"
Doraemon tilted his head back, his nose twitching, and his two round eyes filled with tears.
Lin An's eyes widened.
What's going on?
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