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Chapter 220 VIP Visits, Identity Exposure
Chapter 220 VIP Visits, Identity Exposure
An animated film consists of many factors, such as script, painting style, dubbing, soundtrack, lens language and so on.
Fang Xing doesn't know how to draw pictures, so the only things he can decide are the script and the soundtrack.
The drawing is in charge of Liang Jing and his team.
No matter what the script Fang Xing came up with, the animation film that Liang Jing finally made could not be equated with a certain animation film on earth.
Therefore, even if Liang Jing takes the script of "Big Fish and Begonia" and makes an animated film, it is not completely equal to "Big Fish and Begonia".
The painting style and soundtrack of "Big Fish and Begonia" are top-notch, but the plot is more embarrassing.
Fang Xing still hopes to make an excellent animation film.
Therefore, the script handed over to Liang Jing was "Spirited Away".
The script is excellent, but the final animated film depends on whether Liang Jing can present what is expressed in the script.
After Liang Jing got the script, he went back like a gourd. Sitting in the taxi, he kept looking down at the script.
The more he read the script, the more he liked it.
What he wants is this purer emotional script, not some Mary Sue love triangle.
Animated films should create an innocent spiritual world, less mundane filth, which is what animated films should pursue.
If you want to watch the Mary Sue love triangle, aren't there enough live-action movies?Why make such a plot in an animated film?
The more Liang Jing watched it, the more he liked it.
He didn't know if the audience would like this script after it was produced.
But that doesn't matter.
He first entered the animation industry because he liked it.
Creating something you like, that kind of happiness is happiness.
He likes the script, and it doesn't matter whether it makes money or not.
However, he also felt a little guilty.
Because the animation film lost money, it was not his money.
He thinks this kind of mentality of taking other people's investment money to make animations he likes and not caring about profit and loss is very selfish.
What made him feel at ease was that the script was given by Fang Xing.
And Fang Xing is the biggest investor of this animation film, at least it shows that investors also like this script.
Thinking of this, Liang Jing felt much more at ease.
He also secretly decided that he must work hard to present this animated film, even if he loses money, he should try to lose as little as possible.
After the script was confirmed, Liang Jing's team began to speed up the progress of animation production.
Whenever he has time, Fang Xing will look at the animation results produced by Liang Jing, and correct the unsatisfactory parts.
The production of "Spirited Away" was very difficult.
Fang Xing also made this decision after seeing Liang Jing's enthusiasm for animation.
If Liang Jing just wanted to raise an investment and just make an animated movie, he would not be able to get the script of "Spirited Away".
Although it is difficult, Fang Xing has already made plans to produce it for two or three years, or even three or four years.
Even if it takes longer, we must ensure that "Spirited Away" satisfies me in the production.
……
After the production of "Spirited Away" was arranged, it was the weekend.
The Lu family is very busy today. In order to receive the guests in the evening, Mother Lu went to a cooking class to learn a few new dishes a few days ago.
Since the guests are very important this time, Father Lu also put aside the business of the group and came back for dinner.
"Your friend who is a composer, do you drink alcohol? Is it white wine or red wine?" Mother Lu asked this and that while preparing dinner.
Sitting on the sofa, Lu Xianger watched her mother busy there, and said with a suppressed smile, "He usually sings, so he doesn't drink."
"That's right, composers should also protect their voices." Mother Lu immediately decided not to drink tonight, and put all the wine back into the wine cabinet.
Father Lu frowned and said, "I don't sing, but open a bottle for me."
Mother Lu gave him a sideways glance and said, "If you drink, what if the guests think it's impolite not to drink? You don't drink too. Drinking less is good for your health."
Father Lu thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right, then I won't drink tonight."
Since the guest who came this time was the author of "The Skylark", the Lu family treated them with the highest standards.
Usually, even if there are guests coming to eat, it is the aunt who cooks.
Tonight, Lu's mother cooked a few dishes by hand, and the ingredients were ordered a few days in advance.
Lu's mother looked at the dishes that were almost prepared, and asked again: "Xiao Xiang, does your composer friend have any taboos? Or is there anything special about it?"
"Probably not, I haven't heard him say it." Lu Xiang'er spread her hands and replied.
"Where's the music? Do you want to play some music?" Mother Lu continued to arrange.
Lu Xiang'er burst out laughing: "Mom, he is also a normal person, he doesn't pay too much attention, just have a normal meal, don't do so many things, okay?"
Lu's mother glanced at her daughter and taught her a lesson: "You are too young to have received guests. It is the first time for such an important guest to come to our house for dinner. Of course, you must leave a good impression on them."
Lu Xiang'er shrugged, and said indifferently, "All right, as long as you are happy."
Mother Lu looked at her watch, it was almost six o'clock, and asked, "Is it almost time? Did you tell me that it was six o'clock?"
Lu Xiang'er replied casually: "Yes, I told him to come at six o'clock."
Lu's mother complained: "Actually, it's better to come earlier. You can sit down, drink tea and chat before dinner."
Lu Xianger pointed to the kitchen and said, "It's early, can't I just watch you frantically cooking food in the kitchen?"
"Right."
Lu's mother nodded, then pointed to the door and said, "Go out to the gate to meet the guests and see if the guests have arrived. Maybe they can't find our number when they come here for the first time."
Lu Xiang'er held back her smile and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely find it."
Just then.
There was a bell at the door.
ding dong... ding dong...
"Come on, come on, hurry up..."
Mother Lu greeted her husband and daughter, and came to welcome the guests together.
Lu Xianger kept holding back her laughter and followed behind her parents.
Lu's mother pressed her hair with her hand, and after confirming that she would not be rude, she opened the door: "Welcome, welcome..."
The second welcome came to his lips, but he suddenly got stuck before speaking.
Fang Xing stood at the door with a fruit basket, and said hello with a smile: "Hello, Uncle and Auntie."
Father Lu immediately reached out to shake hands openly, and said hello, "Welcome, Mr. Zhuang Zhou."
Lu Xiang'er finally couldn't hold back any longer, burst out laughing, ran back to the sofa, hugged the pillow and laughed loudly.
Mother Lu was stunned for a while, and immediately figured out what was going on.
She didn't doubt Fang Xing's identity, because the matter was actually not that complicated.
The name "Zhuang Zhou" is obviously a pseudonym.
And when Lu Xianger participated in the Paganini finals, Fang Xing was in charge of the piano accompaniment.
Tonight they said they would invite "Zhuang Zhou", the author of "The Skylark" to dinner, but it was Fang Xing who came.
These clues are connected in series, and the answer is ready to come out.
"Come in, come in, come in!"
Mother Lu froze for a moment, then hurriedly invited Fang Xing into the room.
Lu's father is usually busy with the company's affairs and never pays attention to the entertainment industry.
Although he had seen the video of his daughter's competition, he didn't care who was in the symphony orchestra. At most, he thought Fang Xing looked familiar.
Therefore, he continued to greet: "Mr. Zhuang Zhou, thank you for composing "The Skylark" for the little girl. Come, come, please come in."
"Thank you, it's my first time here, I don't know what gift to bring." Fang Xing lifted the fruit basket in his hand.
"You don't need to be so polite, please come in quickly. Xiaoxiang, quickly pull out a chair for the guest." Mother Lu took the fruit basket and turned to stare at her daughter.
This glance contains a lot of content.
Lu Xiang'er seemed to be able to hear her mother's voice-over: I'll clean you up at night!
However, she didn't care. She didn't explain the identity of "Zhuang Zhou" to her parents at the beginning, it was intentional.
Moreover, up to now, Father Lu is still kept in the dark.
Father Lu is usually busy with company affairs, if not for the distinguished guests at home tonight, he might not come back for dinner on time.
Therefore, he only knew that tonight's guest was the author of "The Lark".
He originally thought that the composer should be a little older, a music professor or something, but when he saw Fang Xing, he felt that he was too young.
However, he didn't think too much, and directly regarded Fang Xing as "Zhuang Zhou".
Lu Xianger pulled out a chair and beckoned Fang Xing to sit down.
Fang Xing walked to the chair, instead of sitting down, he stood and made eye contact with Lu Xianger.
the other side.
Father Lu was about to sit on the main seat, and then began to greet the guests for dinner.
Mother Lu put the fruit basket on the tea table, grabbed her husband, and reminded her in a low voice, "The guest is Fang Xing, and 'Zhuang Zhou' is a pseudonym. Don't call him weird."
Father Lu had also seen the world, so he naturally wouldn't make a fuss. He walked up to the head of the table and greeted him, "Sit down quickly, don't wait for her, let her do the work. Sit down quickly."
He greeted him and pulled out his chair to sit down.
Fang Xing waited for the host to be seated before sitting down upright.
After all, it was the first time as a guest, so I was somewhat cautious.
Lu Xiang'er was much more relaxed. After all, this is her home, she usually laughs and jokes with her parents, and it's common for her to say a few words occasionally, so there is no need to be nervous at all.
She pulled out the chair, sat down beside Fang Xing, then pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "This is made by my mother, just try it. This is made by my aunt, it's very delicious."
Lu's mother came up with soup, and when she heard her daughter's words, she immediately glared and said, "Xiao Xiang, it's so fun to demolish mother."
Lu Xiang'er stuck out her tongue and laughed.
Father Lu began to persuade the food: "This fish is very fresh. I asked a friend to airlift it over this morning. You must try it. Use your chopsticks, don't be polite."
"Okay." Fang Xing nodded, and after Lu's father and Lu's mother moved their chopsticks, he took a piece of fish and tasted it.
"How is it? I steamed with the stopwatch." Mother Lu asked enthusiastically.
"The taste is very good, very fresh." Fang Xing praised in a serious tone.
Lu Xianger frowned and muttered, "Are you sure it's not very salty?"
"Hey!" Mother Lu glared at her daughter.
Lu Xiang'er stretched out her chopsticks and also took a bite of the fish.
Mother Lu asked, "How is it?"
Lu Xiang'er muttered: "Why didn't it taste so good when I cooked it for me before? Mom, you are not right."
"It's a waste to give you such a good fish for a stupid girl." Mother Lu also began to scold her daughter.
The mother and daughter actually started to tear each other down, and the atmosphere was very happy.
The Lu family doesn't have too many rules at the dinner table.
Father Lu chatted while eating, and began to ask some questions about his career.
(End of this chapter)
An animated film consists of many factors, such as script, painting style, dubbing, soundtrack, lens language and so on.
Fang Xing doesn't know how to draw pictures, so the only things he can decide are the script and the soundtrack.
The drawing is in charge of Liang Jing and his team.
No matter what the script Fang Xing came up with, the animation film that Liang Jing finally made could not be equated with a certain animation film on earth.
Therefore, even if Liang Jing takes the script of "Big Fish and Begonia" and makes an animated film, it is not completely equal to "Big Fish and Begonia".
The painting style and soundtrack of "Big Fish and Begonia" are top-notch, but the plot is more embarrassing.
Fang Xing still hopes to make an excellent animation film.
Therefore, the script handed over to Liang Jing was "Spirited Away".
The script is excellent, but the final animated film depends on whether Liang Jing can present what is expressed in the script.
After Liang Jing got the script, he went back like a gourd. Sitting in the taxi, he kept looking down at the script.
The more he read the script, the more he liked it.
What he wants is this purer emotional script, not some Mary Sue love triangle.
Animated films should create an innocent spiritual world, less mundane filth, which is what animated films should pursue.
If you want to watch the Mary Sue love triangle, aren't there enough live-action movies?Why make such a plot in an animated film?
The more Liang Jing watched it, the more he liked it.
He didn't know if the audience would like this script after it was produced.
But that doesn't matter.
He first entered the animation industry because he liked it.
Creating something you like, that kind of happiness is happiness.
He likes the script, and it doesn't matter whether it makes money or not.
However, he also felt a little guilty.
Because the animation film lost money, it was not his money.
He thinks this kind of mentality of taking other people's investment money to make animations he likes and not caring about profit and loss is very selfish.
What made him feel at ease was that the script was given by Fang Xing.
And Fang Xing is the biggest investor of this animation film, at least it shows that investors also like this script.
Thinking of this, Liang Jing felt much more at ease.
He also secretly decided that he must work hard to present this animated film, even if he loses money, he should try to lose as little as possible.
After the script was confirmed, Liang Jing's team began to speed up the progress of animation production.
Whenever he has time, Fang Xing will look at the animation results produced by Liang Jing, and correct the unsatisfactory parts.
The production of "Spirited Away" was very difficult.
Fang Xing also made this decision after seeing Liang Jing's enthusiasm for animation.
If Liang Jing just wanted to raise an investment and just make an animated movie, he would not be able to get the script of "Spirited Away".
Although it is difficult, Fang Xing has already made plans to produce it for two or three years, or even three or four years.
Even if it takes longer, we must ensure that "Spirited Away" satisfies me in the production.
……
After the production of "Spirited Away" was arranged, it was the weekend.
The Lu family is very busy today. In order to receive the guests in the evening, Mother Lu went to a cooking class to learn a few new dishes a few days ago.
Since the guests are very important this time, Father Lu also put aside the business of the group and came back for dinner.
"Your friend who is a composer, do you drink alcohol? Is it white wine or red wine?" Mother Lu asked this and that while preparing dinner.
Sitting on the sofa, Lu Xianger watched her mother busy there, and said with a suppressed smile, "He usually sings, so he doesn't drink."
"That's right, composers should also protect their voices." Mother Lu immediately decided not to drink tonight, and put all the wine back into the wine cabinet.
Father Lu frowned and said, "I don't sing, but open a bottle for me."
Mother Lu gave him a sideways glance and said, "If you drink, what if the guests think it's impolite not to drink? You don't drink too. Drinking less is good for your health."
Father Lu thought for a while, nodded and said, "That's right, then I won't drink tonight."
Since the guest who came this time was the author of "The Skylark", the Lu family treated them with the highest standards.
Usually, even if there are guests coming to eat, it is the aunt who cooks.
Tonight, Lu's mother cooked a few dishes by hand, and the ingredients were ordered a few days in advance.
Lu's mother looked at the dishes that were almost prepared, and asked again: "Xiao Xiang, does your composer friend have any taboos? Or is there anything special about it?"
"Probably not, I haven't heard him say it." Lu Xiang'er spread her hands and replied.
"Where's the music? Do you want to play some music?" Mother Lu continued to arrange.
Lu Xiang'er burst out laughing: "Mom, he is also a normal person, he doesn't pay too much attention, just have a normal meal, don't do so many things, okay?"
Lu's mother glanced at her daughter and taught her a lesson: "You are too young to have received guests. It is the first time for such an important guest to come to our house for dinner. Of course, you must leave a good impression on them."
Lu Xiang'er shrugged, and said indifferently, "All right, as long as you are happy."
Mother Lu looked at her watch, it was almost six o'clock, and asked, "Is it almost time? Did you tell me that it was six o'clock?"
Lu Xiang'er replied casually: "Yes, I told him to come at six o'clock."
Lu's mother complained: "Actually, it's better to come earlier. You can sit down, drink tea and chat before dinner."
Lu Xianger pointed to the kitchen and said, "It's early, can't I just watch you frantically cooking food in the kitchen?"
"Right."
Lu's mother nodded, then pointed to the door and said, "Go out to the gate to meet the guests and see if the guests have arrived. Maybe they can't find our number when they come here for the first time."
Lu Xiang'er held back her smile and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely find it."
Just then.
There was a bell at the door.
ding dong... ding dong...
"Come on, come on, hurry up..."
Mother Lu greeted her husband and daughter, and came to welcome the guests together.
Lu Xianger kept holding back her laughter and followed behind her parents.
Lu's mother pressed her hair with her hand, and after confirming that she would not be rude, she opened the door: "Welcome, welcome..."
The second welcome came to his lips, but he suddenly got stuck before speaking.
Fang Xing stood at the door with a fruit basket, and said hello with a smile: "Hello, Uncle and Auntie."
Father Lu immediately reached out to shake hands openly, and said hello, "Welcome, Mr. Zhuang Zhou."
Lu Xiang'er finally couldn't hold back any longer, burst out laughing, ran back to the sofa, hugged the pillow and laughed loudly.
Mother Lu was stunned for a while, and immediately figured out what was going on.
She didn't doubt Fang Xing's identity, because the matter was actually not that complicated.
The name "Zhuang Zhou" is obviously a pseudonym.
And when Lu Xianger participated in the Paganini finals, Fang Xing was in charge of the piano accompaniment.
Tonight they said they would invite "Zhuang Zhou", the author of "The Skylark" to dinner, but it was Fang Xing who came.
These clues are connected in series, and the answer is ready to come out.
"Come in, come in, come in!"
Mother Lu froze for a moment, then hurriedly invited Fang Xing into the room.
Lu's father is usually busy with the company's affairs and never pays attention to the entertainment industry.
Although he had seen the video of his daughter's competition, he didn't care who was in the symphony orchestra. At most, he thought Fang Xing looked familiar.
Therefore, he continued to greet: "Mr. Zhuang Zhou, thank you for composing "The Skylark" for the little girl. Come, come, please come in."
"Thank you, it's my first time here, I don't know what gift to bring." Fang Xing lifted the fruit basket in his hand.
"You don't need to be so polite, please come in quickly. Xiaoxiang, quickly pull out a chair for the guest." Mother Lu took the fruit basket and turned to stare at her daughter.
This glance contains a lot of content.
Lu Xiang'er seemed to be able to hear her mother's voice-over: I'll clean you up at night!
However, she didn't care. She didn't explain the identity of "Zhuang Zhou" to her parents at the beginning, it was intentional.
Moreover, up to now, Father Lu is still kept in the dark.
Father Lu is usually busy with company affairs, if not for the distinguished guests at home tonight, he might not come back for dinner on time.
Therefore, he only knew that tonight's guest was the author of "The Lark".
He originally thought that the composer should be a little older, a music professor or something, but when he saw Fang Xing, he felt that he was too young.
However, he didn't think too much, and directly regarded Fang Xing as "Zhuang Zhou".
Lu Xianger pulled out a chair and beckoned Fang Xing to sit down.
Fang Xing walked to the chair, instead of sitting down, he stood and made eye contact with Lu Xianger.
the other side.
Father Lu was about to sit on the main seat, and then began to greet the guests for dinner.
Mother Lu put the fruit basket on the tea table, grabbed her husband, and reminded her in a low voice, "The guest is Fang Xing, and 'Zhuang Zhou' is a pseudonym. Don't call him weird."
Father Lu had also seen the world, so he naturally wouldn't make a fuss. He walked up to the head of the table and greeted him, "Sit down quickly, don't wait for her, let her do the work. Sit down quickly."
He greeted him and pulled out his chair to sit down.
Fang Xing waited for the host to be seated before sitting down upright.
After all, it was the first time as a guest, so I was somewhat cautious.
Lu Xiang'er was much more relaxed. After all, this is her home, she usually laughs and jokes with her parents, and it's common for her to say a few words occasionally, so there is no need to be nervous at all.
She pulled out the chair, sat down beside Fang Xing, then pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "This is made by my mother, just try it. This is made by my aunt, it's very delicious."
Lu's mother came up with soup, and when she heard her daughter's words, she immediately glared and said, "Xiao Xiang, it's so fun to demolish mother."
Lu Xiang'er stuck out her tongue and laughed.
Father Lu began to persuade the food: "This fish is very fresh. I asked a friend to airlift it over this morning. You must try it. Use your chopsticks, don't be polite."
"Okay." Fang Xing nodded, and after Lu's father and Lu's mother moved their chopsticks, he took a piece of fish and tasted it.
"How is it? I steamed with the stopwatch." Mother Lu asked enthusiastically.
"The taste is very good, very fresh." Fang Xing praised in a serious tone.
Lu Xianger frowned and muttered, "Are you sure it's not very salty?"
"Hey!" Mother Lu glared at her daughter.
Lu Xiang'er stretched out her chopsticks and also took a bite of the fish.
Mother Lu asked, "How is it?"
Lu Xiang'er muttered: "Why didn't it taste so good when I cooked it for me before? Mom, you are not right."
"It's a waste to give you such a good fish for a stupid girl." Mother Lu also began to scold her daughter.
The mother and daughter actually started to tear each other down, and the atmosphere was very happy.
The Lu family doesn't have too many rules at the dinner table.
Father Lu chatted while eating, and began to ask some questions about his career.
(End of this chapter)
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