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Chapter 123 Do You Believe in the Great Sage

"Hey, good guy, look at these glasses, look at this nose, just hook and turn like this, Wang Zizi, you will be able to paint, no one has painted for you in this life, how can I paint better than you Does the real person look good?"

"See what you're talking about? I've never been in a painting, but you've been in it for a long time? Before you say I'm ugly, I don't take a piss and take a picture of myself. Look at your virtue, it's you that my gatekeeper is wary of!"

"They all have one nose and two eyes, what's the noise? Could it be that you guys can have more eyes than others? Hurry down when you're done painting. You won't shit if you're occupied in the latrine, and there's still a line behind you! "

As far as the artistic value of Feng Zikai's "group painting" is concerned, a random piece of work from the bazaar just now can overwhelm it. Whether it is the charm or the bone technique, he still has a long way to go this year.

At the same time, in the current society, the form of comics is more often seen in the newspapers, or for jokes, or criticism, to satirize some social phenomena. On a par with the Yangchun Baixue of these famous artists?
Don't look at these people who are very happy at this time, vying to be included in the painting, but actually asking them to bid to buy it is another matter. Other people's living rooms are hung with landscapes, flowers and birds, while their own halls are hung with comics. What's the matter.

Considering this situation, Cheng Nuo decided to keep this painting and not sell it to the outside world after serious consideration, and turned the valuable into priceless, so as to ensure that the meaning behind the "collective painting" remains unchanged and at the same time maximize the The creative enthusiasm for caring for seedlings.

Of course, although the price of this painting is not obvious now, after a period of time, with the improvement of Feng Zikai's reputation, its value will only increase. After all, besides the painting, there are poems and poems written by Li Shutong on the spot Inscriptions and postscripts, the master and the apprentice are both masters, and the perfect combination of the two is a truly priceless treasure.

"Mr. Feng, do you think this is feasible? Let's not auction this painting. We will publish it in newspapers for more people to appreciate. We will publicize the spirit of the sages who participated in the bazaar and encourage more people How do you feel about taking part in disaster relief operations?"

Watching Feng Zikai affix his seal, Cheng Nuo put forward his opinion in due course.

Feng Zikai was obviously taken aback after hearing this, and his seal was almost skewed, so he couldn't help asking: "Mr. Cheng, this... I think everyone is very welcome."

When the master was young, it was inevitable that he would be flattered when he heard the compliments from the crowd. At this time, it was obviously not an easy task to get people to come out of the flowers. It is understandable to have objections to Cheng Nuo's suggestion, and he did not express his objection. It is already a great conservation.

They were all experienced, and Li Shutong took the initiative to stand by Cheng Nuo's side, admonishing his disciples: "The Buddha said, it is better to be with the Buddhas of the first and third generations than to be with ten billion pratyekabuddhas. Those who have no mind, no cultivation, no proof. Zike, the way of doing good is the same."

"The disciple has been taught." Feng Zikai was originally a man of intelligence and wisdom, and he quickly understood what was going on with this verse, and the arrogance that had just surfaced was completely dispelled: "I will Give this painting to Mr. Cheng, and he has full authority to arrange it."

A gentleman does something and does not do something.

Of course, Cheng Nuo did not keep this painting for himself, but solemnly framed it, and when the time is ripe, it will be exhibited in front of the public, so that more people can understand this difficult time and the existence of such respectable people .At the same time, in the names of Feng Zikai and Li Shutong, they donated a large amount of supplies to the Zhili disaster area.

After seeing off the guests who participated in the charity bazaar one by one, Cheng Nuo could finally rest when he saw the empty venue.

In the past few days, I have been begging my grandpa to tell my grandma everywhere, in order to hold this charity fair successfully and raise enough money and materials to support the disaster area.

Now that the money is in hand and the supplies are on the way, the only thing left is to return to Beijing to personally participate in the disaster relief activities, which is a long way to go.

While thinking about his future plans, Cheng Nuo took off the leather shoes under his feet. Standing in this venue from early morning to evening, his feet were really unbearable, especially the heels, which seemed to be broken. The whole thing was half-lifted. A piece of dead meat.

The uncomfortable one in the middle was really unbearable, so I quietly squatted aside for a while to relieve the fatigue temporarily.

With all the guests gone, Cheng Nuo didn't want to take care of the professor's image. He carried a leather shoe in each hand and walked barefoot on the ground, not to mention how comfortable it was.

Just as he was circling the venue to see if anyone had left anything behind, he suddenly noticed a thin figure on a certain row of seats.

"Hiss, I'm not mistaken, am I?"

Carrying the leather shoes, Cheng Nuo tunned back, frowning and came to the row where he noticed the abnormality, and looked sideways, okay, isn't this Wan Laiming?

"Xiao Wan, why are you here? Didn't you give Lao Yan money to take you to a restaurant? The venue here is over. You've worked hard these days. It's time to celebrate and relax. "

Wan Laiming was curled up at this moment, sitting on the ground with his arms around his knees, not even sitting on a chair, looking pitiful and weak.

Seeing Cheng Nuo approaching, Wan Laiming supported the chair with one hand, propped it up from the ground, and bent down to salute: "Professor Cheng, when did you come here, I didn't even hear your footsteps."

Cheng Nuo smiled and knocked on each other with leather shoes, and then raised a bare foot to show the other party: "Blame me, you should come here wearing leather shoes next time, and make a bang bang bang bang bang so you can hear it."

Seeing this slightly funny appearance, Wan Laiming was amused for a moment, and his face was filled with snot bubbles, a little embarrassed: "Professor Cheng, I didn't mean that."

"Of course I know you don't mean that." Cheng Nuo walked over barefoot, put the leather shoes aside, and sat on the chair. He wanted to stroke his head to comfort him, but when he thought that his hands had just touched the shoes, he was really embarrassed. Indecent, he put his hand on his knee, smiled and said: "Is it because Lao Yan and the others are too old, always bullying you, coaxing you to drink more? Don't worry, I will definitely criticize them when they come back."

Although he is relatively well-known in the history of animation, but now he is only a half-year-old child of fifteen or sixty-seven, with every rib on his body visible.

Originally born in a small businessman's family in Nanjing, it can't be said that it is rich, but it is definitely well-off. However, under the background of this era, no one can escape the crushing of the world. After several business failures, the family's fortunes fell. All four children are boys, and the pressure of parenting is too great.

As the eldest son in the family, Wan Laiming shouldered the burden of supporting the family. After graduating from middle school, he went to the society to make a living and suffered a lot.

Hearing what the other party said, Wan Laiming quickly got up and explained: "Mr. Cheng is not like this, it has nothing to do with Uncle Yan, it is my own problem, just a little confused?"

Pulling up a chair and passing it over, Cheng Nuo suddenly understood what was going on. It is too common at this age to worry about gains and losses: "What's the matter, are you worried about your arrangements after the bazaar?"

After taking the chair, Wan Laiming sat down and nodded earnestly: "I really like this job. I also quit my job at the Commercial Press. I don't know where I'm going after the bazaar is over. Mr. Cheng, see if I can do it again." Do something?"

This isn't dozing off and sending a pillow, Cheng Nuo was secretly happy: "I want to hear your opinion first, have you thought about what to do, or what are you good at?"

"What are you good at? What am I good at..." Wan Laiming repeated the reading, frowned and thought for a while, a little uncertainly said: "In terms of liking, I definitely like painting, but in terms of being good at it, my knowledge and skills are fundamental. It’s not enough to see, compared with Brother Feng, I’m far behind, and I don’t know what I’m good at.”

Cheng Nuo shook his head with a smile, and said seriously: "In my opinion, you not only like to draw, but you are also good at drawing, especially the horses you draw, which resemble both in appearance and spirit. Most people can't do it like you. Doesn't this prove that you are very good at painting?"

Hearing the praise, Wan Laiming was not only not happy, but also felt a little ashamed and flustered, and said, "I can only draw horses, and I can't do anything else."

This statement is true, he started his studies in a private school every year, hated reading ancient books to death, did not memorize or write, but secretly drew portraits of old school teachers on the desk.It happened to be discovered once, and the teacher saw that the portrait of the character was well drawn, so he didn't beat him with a ruler, but even encouraged him.

It's a pity that he is dull in the field of reading. After studying for half a year, he can only write the word "horse". Just call him a "horse idiot".

But just because he is obsessed with drawing horses and has a special liking for horses, horses of all colors are finally drawn into "Havoc in Heaven", which can be called "a masterpiece in the painting garden".

Cheng Nuo stopped talking, and under Wan Laiming's gaze, he returned to the rostrum, found an old book inside, found a pencil, and came back with these things, of course he was still barefoot.

After all, leather shoes that have been worn for a day, especially for men, will smell somewhat, so I simply put them aside on the way back.

"Xiao Wan, don't underestimate anyone, and don't underestimate stick figures. Have you ever heard of animation?"

"Animation?" Wan Laiming looked at this word blankly: "Mr. Cheng, I haven't studied much, so I really don't understand what you mean."

"It's okay, I will use my actions to tell you what he means, and he is what you are good at." Cheng Nuo raised his eyebrows, even though the other party was a little discouraged, he still gave him encouragement.

Spreading out the old book and finding the blank space at the bottom of the first page, Cheng Nuo smiled and said, "Xiao Wan, aren't you the best at drawing horses? Well, let's do this, you have to put it in the same place on every page of this book." Draw a horse, but, listen carefully, horses are not drawn, but demanded."

After receiving the old book and pencil, Wan Laiming asked, "Is it necessary to draw a different horse on each page?"

Feeling the thickness of the book, the number of pages seems to be relatively large. Although it is relatively stressful for him, considering that this is one of the few opportunities for him to perform, Wan Laiming gritted his teeth and said, "I have learned to paint for so many years. I can draw a horse, don't worry, Mr. Cheng, even if I don't eat or drink, I can still draw it for him."

Cheng Nuo quickly stopped him, shook his head and explained, "No, no, you misunderstood me. It's not that you want to draw different horses, but that you draw the same horse on every page and do it It is an action, and the actions on each page are coherent, and the range of action changes is relatively small."

Seeing that the other party still didn't quite understand, Cheng Nuo simply drew the first two horses himself. Although they were ugly and looked like sick horses at first glance, the overall meaning was quickly conveyed, and he understood the process .

Wan Laiming imitated the example, and drew the remaining horses one by one, doing galloping movements.

One person guides one person to paint, and as the painting progresses, the sky gradually darkens, and the handwriting is almost impossible to see clearly.

It stands to reason that I should stop working, at least move back to a place with electric lights before painting, but once inspiration stops, it is difficult to pick up, and the passion for creation will be greatly reduced.

Before it was completely dark, Cheng Nuo simply found two candles from other places and lit them on the spot. By the light of the candles, the two of them continued their creation.

"Xiao Wan, why is this horse drawing and drawing, and there is another piece of content, what are you going to draw for this little black spot?" Cheng Nuo didn't know why.

Wan Laiming scratched his head with the end of the pencil, and explained: "There is still half the thickness of the book left. I thought about drawing horses all the time. It's a bit too monotonous. Why don't I add another character."

Cheng Nuo asked, "So what you drew here is another horse?"

Wan Laiming shook his head: "No."

Cheng Nuo asked again, "A human being?"

Wan Laiming then shook his head: "No."

Cheng Nuo had a direct showdown: "What exactly are you painting?"

Wan Laiming suppressed his excitement: "I don't know if Mr. has read "Journey to the West". The one I drew is one of them."

Cheng Nuo realized what was going on in an instant, and he exclaimed in his heart, the boss finally started to glow.

The most horse-related character in "Journey to the West" is the white dragon horse, but fundamentally speaking, it is a dragon and not a horse, and if you want to draw it, you must draw a white dragon.

Excluding this one, the scene of the horse camera in "Journey to the West" directly surfaced, and it is also a very classic scene.

Under Cheng Nuo's gaze, the small black dot was drawn bigger and closer, and as he approached, there were more and more horses around, forming a scene of thousands of horses galloping.

Soon the little black spot showed its true colors, it turned out to be Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven who somersaulted the clouds, slapped the clouds away, and finally rode directly on the leading horse, waving the golden cudgel in his hand, roaring and galloping, under his feet Stepping on the water splash, it seems to be rushing from the clouds of Jiuxiao, showing its heroic posture.

"Sir, do you believe in the Great Sage?" Wan Laiming put down the pencil after drawing the phoenix-winged purple-gold crown of the Great Sage, turned to look at Cheng Nuo, and asked suddenly.

Cheng Nuo didn't answer in a hurry, and held the old book in his hand. Under the candlelight, the Great Sage seemed to be alive, and tears filled his eyes.

After a while, Cheng Nuo swallowed hard, forced his emotions to be temporarily suppressed in his throat, and said slowly:

"The golden monkey rose up, and Yuyu clarified Wan Liai.

Cheers to Sun Dasheng today, only because the demon fog has come back again. "

Before Wan Laiming could taste it, Cheng Nuo closed the book directly, approached the candlelight, pressed the side with his thumb, and quickly turned the pages.

"Shhhhh."

With the rapid flipping of the page, Wan Laiming's eyes widened and his mouth couldn't close anymore.

Under his gaze, the horses began to gallop across the pages of the book, over the fence, over the mound, and when they were blocked in front of a big river, the great sage came with auspicious clouds and landed in front of them, with the blessing of the great sages , The horses were invincible and successfully crossed the big river on the water.

The story is actually very simple. When encountering difficulties, the protagonist steps out to solve them. This was done under Cheng Nuo's conscious or unconscious guidance.

But even so, Wan Laiming has never seen this kind of animation story before. He never thought that the horse he drew would actually look like it was alive. The screen came out.

"Sir, did you know that this would happen a long time ago? It turns out that horses can also run on paper, and the Great Sage can actually exist..."

Seeing Wan Laiming's excited appearance, Cheng Nuo felt emotional. With such a good start, China's animation industry can also start to lay out ahead of schedule. Although the material life of the Republic of China was extremely scarce, the spiritual life is not too far away from foreign countries.

Today, Disney in foreign countries is still in its infancy, and "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" is just a fairy tale, without the technology and ability to put it on the screen, and the entire animation world is still in a blank.

The real introduction of short animated films in China will have to wait until next year. American short animated films will begin to appear in some entertainment venues in Shanghai, including the black and white silent film "Betty Boop" (Betty Boop) created by the Fleisher Brothers, "Popeye" (Poppeye) and so on, this novel entertainment method deeply attracted the Chinese at that time.

The Wan Brothers, who have a strong interest in novelty, were also inspired at that time to study animation production technology and decided to try to make their own cartoons.

Until 1922, with the help of the Commercial Press, the four Wan brothers produced China's first advertising animation "Shu Zhendong Style Chinese Typewriter" for China's first Chinese typewriter, thus ushering in an era for our art cartoons.

Cheng Nuo's purpose is actually very simple. Our material life has been generally improved in previous lives, but there is still a big gap between our spiritual life and foreign countries, and we have to face various forms of invasion from time to time. Even South Korea has done better than us. It is too powerless, not to mention that there is such a behemoth as Hollywood in the United States, which makes people hold a candle to it.

Similar to academic and industrial development, culture is a long-term development process, and it is difficult to achieve it overnight, and it will only backfire.

So here, Cheng Nuo wants to seize the technology in his hand and quickly realize it in other forms to obtain economic and cultural benefits.

Just when Wan Laiming looked surprised, he kept flipping through the "animation" in his hand, and couldn't get enough of it.

Cheng Nuo struck while the iron was hot: "Xiao Wan, our Academy of Sciences also has a magazine called "National", and the salary is very good. Look..."

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