Li Jianghe had already realized this before Tian Xiaopeng gave the hint.

The drawing he held in his hand was of a view of Purple Mountain overlooking the mountains.

Although Li Jianghe couldn't tell what skills and techniques were used, but with his simple eyes, he could still see the beauty of this painting.

Beauty does not necessarily mean that the painting is exquisite, but more of an overall feeling.

And Xinjincheng described the feeling of thousands of lights during the Spring Festival very well.

At this time, Xinjin Cheng was also a little uneasy.

After all, she is a newcomer who has just debuted, and her previous work - "She and Her Cat" was just a five-minute short film.

In his opinion, the director of "Star Sea Travels" who can fully explain the story of a season is still above him.

But amid the anxiety, there is also confidence hidden.

He felt that he just didn't have a good opportunity to prove himself for the time being.

Shinjin Makoto came to China because the new work "Voice of the Star" on hand was basically finished. After a long period of self-isolation, he decided to relax. It happened that there was also a discussion about One Piece and Star Sea Travels in Japan.

At this point, the "God of Comics" Osamu Tezuka and "Akira Kurosawa of Animation" Hayao Miyazaki's evaluations of the studio were revealed.

Therefore, Xinjin Cheng came up with and implemented the idea of ​​​​visiting China.

"How should I put it? It's very beautiful," Tian Xiaopeng put down the drawing and said with a smile.

"Thank you," the translator said for Xinjin Cheng, "Xinjin Jun hopes to study here for a few days. Do you agree with Mr. Li and Mr. Tian?"

Tian Xiaopeng raised his head and glanced at Li Jianghe.

Li Jianghe nodded and smiled: "No problem, let's learn from each other."

He turned his head and called Qi Hanyuan: "Xiao Qi, take this Xinjin gentleman to the office to have a look."

"Okay boss," Qi Hanyuan obediently led Xin Jincheng and the translator inside.

"What do you mean?" Li Jianghe saw the person walking away and turned around to ask Tian Xiaopeng.

"He's such a talented person. If we can keep him, he'll be very handsome." Tian Xiaopeng patted his thigh.

"Although the painting is indeed very beautiful, there is no need to be so excited, right?" Li Jianghe was a little confused.

"Oh, this is not a question of whether the painting is good or not, he is really a rare one." Tian Xiaopeng still held the drawing in his hand, "What matters is the feeling, the feeling! Look at this Xuanwu Lake, this feeling."

"Well, I have a feeling." Li Jianghe studied it for a long time, "This light and shadow seems to be much better than what you painted."

"?", a question mark appeared on Tian Xiaopeng's head.

"Hey, I don't understand. If you think someone's painting is good, just keep them here." Li Jianghe said happily, "You can be considered as bringing glory to the country."

"I'm afraid it's difficult. I don't know if he has any complete works so that we can see his true level," Tian Xiaopeng muttered.

at the same time.

Xinjincheng looked curiously at the old experts who were pointing there.

Their mantra is: "This is wrong, that is wrong, none of it is right."

"Kawa-san, who are they? Are they seniors in the animation industry?" Makoto Nizu turned to the translator.

"Uh", the translator came up and asked about the painter, and replied: "No, they are some, uh, professors and experts, who are good at ink painting and singing Baiju, which is a local opera here."

"Professor? Awesome." Xinjincheng nodded sincerely, "Then why are they here to instruct?"

"It's an order from the government," and of course they are paid," the translator said.

"Oh, this shows that your government attaches great importance to culture." At this time, Xin Haicheng saw an old expert showing traditional landscape paintings with a brush, and he walked over curiously.

"Do you value culture so much?", the translator was confused.

"I know, this is an ink painting," Xinjin Cheng said in admiration: "Even if it's not the first time I see it, it still makes people feel very beautiful."

Of course, Japan also has ink paintings, but like many other things, although it originated from my country, the "taste" is actually different.

As for the famous Ukiyo-e, it is a "later generation". The Edo period when it was born is equivalent to the period from the late Ming Dynasty to the mid-Qing Dynasty in my country.

"Who is this person?" The old expert finished drawing and noticed this person who looked a few miles away.

"Oh, Mr. Liu, this is a Japanese cartoonist. He said he is here to learn," the artist next to him explained.

"This traditional craft is indeed worth learning," the old expert nodded.

"No, I'm here to learn animation," the artist said.

"It's boring." The old expert put his pen on the case and went back to the specially opened lounge to drink tea with his hands behind his back.

"How's it going?" Li Jianghe and Tian Xiaopeng walked over side by side and asked Xinjin Cheng: "Xinjin-kun, what do you think?"

"Very professional, but is this your new animation?" Makoto Shinjin asked, pointing to the concept drawing of Daishontoku hanging on the wall.

"This, this is an animated movie," Tian Xiaopeng was quite proud.

Animated movies are indeed not something ordinary people can do.

"Movie?" Xinjin Cheng's eyes also shone.

As an animator who is still stuck in the era of short films, making animated films is an elusive goal for the time being.

The main reason is that without reputation, no one will invest.

According to the original timeline, he had to publish "Voice of the Stars" before he could accumulate enough fame to get an invitation to make a movie.

"By the way, Xinjin-kun, do you have any other complete works?" Tian Xiaopeng asked: "I like your painting style very much and want to continue learning."

"Oh, yes," said Makoto Shinjin: "It's just not long, and the new work hasn't been officially released yet."

As he spoke, he took out two USB flash drives from his bag and handed them to Tian Xiaopeng. Their names were marked in Japanese.

"This is my work, I hope you can give me some feedback," Xinjin Cheng said sincerely.

........

The suburbs of Yingtian.

"Uncle Wang, it's only the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, there's no need to come so early, right?" Liu Huiyin, the crown prince of Yuantai, lazily asked the middle-aged man aside.

The man is of medium height, thin, with a mustache and a flat nose, but his eyes are not small.

A little bit joyful.

He wore a tailor-made black suit with a narrow collar, polished leather shoes, and his hair was carefully taken care of. Even if it was a windy day, his heavily mousse hair was not messy. At first glance, he was a strict man who paid attention to his appearance.

It was in sharp contrast to Liu Huiyin, whose hair was blown into a chicken coop shape by the wind.

"It's getting late. Look, the workers in the mainland have already started working." Uncle Wang pointed to the workers coming in and out of a new factory next to him.

"I mean, do you need to pay so much attention to it?" Liu Huiyin muttered: "This kind of factory is not the right thing to do."

"The boss of Mo Ke is a few years younger than you, but his family fortune is not that big. You should learn from him," Uncle Wang said seriously.
Chapter completed!