Era: Beginning from the Modu Translation Studio

Chapter 403: A Tree of Resources, a Courtyard Full of Beauty
Ever since he was named one of the top ten painters of modern times by Japan, Fan Zeng's life in China has become visibly hopeful.

Faced with the banquets or lectures that popped up from time to time, Fan Zeng not only welcomed them warmly, but also made adequate preparations.

He was a smart man since he was young and knew how to build a good reputation for himself.

Especially when it comes to paying homage to the mountain, people really have practical experience.

Take Ikuo Hirayama today for example, ever since Fan Zeng boarded this international route.

Not only was he invited to visit and study in Japan last year, but he was also awarded the senior title of one of the top ten painters shortly after returning to China.

Tonight, at the home of a professor at CAFA, several acquaintances who are good at painting were drinking and talking about painting with Fan Zeng.

As the protagonist of today, Fan Zeng was basically the only one talking at the table.

"This is Mr. Hirayama Ikuo's sketchbook from his exploration of the Silk Road,"

Fan Zeng pointed to a picture album in his hand:
"At that time, he only printed 19 copies in total, and mine is numbered 14. Before me, only Wu Zuoren, Li Keran, and Guan Shanyue had won the award in our country."

"Oh, you are really amazing then."

"Do you know what this means? It means that the Japanese Art Association thinks highly of you!"

"Old Fan, to be honest, you have achieved the most among our group of people."

“The key is the scenery.”

"Let me tell you something," Fan Zeng's report was not finished yet:
"It's true that I had some face. When I was in Japan, they... NHK TV even interviewed Mr. Hirayama about this. Do you know what Mr. Hirayama said about me at that time?"

"What did you say?"

"He said," Fan Zeng smiled sweetly, "the standard of art is good and bad, not new and old. Take Mr. Fan Zeng for example. Although his works are new..."

“That’s a really high evaluation.”

"The evaluation is very accurate. Apart from anything else, Lao Fan's paintings are still good."

"If you ask me, Lao Fan's case needs to be further publicized in China. In addition to the China Art Education magazine, the TV stations should also report on it."

"That makes sense. By the way...did you read yesterday's People's Daily? Huang Yongyu won an award in the United States."

"I saw it, too. There's even a photo of it."

"That's a collective honor,"

Seeing that the topic had veered off topic, Fan Zeng quickly pointed out the main point: "This is completely different from my trip abroad this time."

"That's true."

"Then let's continue listening to you talk..."

Just as he finished speaking, a familiar voice came from the TV that had been playing on the chest of drawers:

[The fifth advertising work to win the gold award is... Congratulations to the advertising team from China. ]

At this moment, the 7 o'clock news was broadcasting a clip of Jiang Shan and his team winning the award at the New York Advertising Festival.

The familiar voice of the announcer immediately quieted the room.

[In order to ensure that the participating advertisement "Wonderful Night in the Forbidden City" has exquisite pictures and professional scenery, the crew specially invited the famous painter Huang Yongyu and historical specialist Wang Shixiang as art consultants...]

Everyone at the dinner table was stunned as they watched the excerpts from the commercial appear on TV.

"Look, all the foreigners in the audience are applauding Lao Huang and his team."

"Old Huang's smile is so confident."

"Hey, he's still sitting on the stage answering questions from reporters. Look at all the reporters here, there are so many foreign media outlets!"

"Lao Fan, move aside and don't block me from watching TV."

"Lower your head, Old Fan. I think I saw Qi Gong..."

……

In another courtyard of Dayabao Hutong, many old friends of Huang Yongyu also sat at his home.

Huang Yongyu, who had received a notice from Wang Fulin in advance, insisted on bringing all the old people home.

At this moment, the TV in the study was also broadcasting a news program.

[During the filming, experts Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang not only provided professional guidance on set design and costume styling, but also personally participated in the filming in ancient costumes...]

When the report reached this point, a scene appeared on TV showing Huang Yongyu, Wang Shixiang, Zhu Jiahui, Qi Gong, and Xu Bangda dressed in red and green clothes, surrounding Jiangshan and discussing.

"Ha," Huang Yongyu laughed, "How did they film this?"

Looking at himself on TV holding a black hat with a serious expression, Zhu Jiahui smacked his lips and said, "Why am I the only one without a hat?"

Wang Shixiang pointed at the TV and said with a smile, "Isn't this the time for us to discuss how to help Xiao Jiang buy the courtyard house in Qianliang Hutong?"

"That's right,"

Qi Gong looked at the TV with a smile on his face. It turned out that this was what he looked like on TV:
"Come to think of it, I quite miss the days we spent in Baohedian!"

Xu Bangda nodded slightly: "Me too."

……

Pujiang City, Pujiang TV Station.

Since the chief designer wrote a new inscription some time ago, the TV station held a lively unveiling ceremony today.

At this moment, Gu Zhengzheng and Hu Xiao rode out of the TV station together on their bicycles.

When passing by the brand new sign, Gu Zhengzheng suddenly had a suggestion.

"Old Hu, do you know Xiao Jiang?"

"I used to go there often," Hu Xiao rode slowly, "Why, do you want to visit his house?"

"We have nothing to do right now, why don't we go over and sit for a while?"

"Let's go," Hu Xiao stepped on the pedal hard and started to speed up: "Follow me."

……

No. 51, Anhe Street.

A group of people who were watching TV happened to see the news report.

Although their images only flashed briefly on TV, Zhu Jie and Dong Zhizhi still covered their mouths excitedly.

However, compared with the Jiang family's overwhelming reaction, the two of them were simply not good enough.

In other words, they haven't learned the skills of lion and dragon dancing, otherwise, Jiang's father and mother would have to dance a circle.

After eating and drinking, the group of people who had found something fun gathered in the yard to rehearse dance.

As we had been busy all afternoon, needless to say everyone had already started to take their positions.

"Is the lighting ready?" Jiang Shan held up a storyboard and asked, "Who will take care of the lighting later?"

"I," Li Ruocheng raised his hand, "I'll be in charge of the lighting."

During the time it took to finish a meal, my second brother Jiang He not only pulled several wires above the courtyard, but also installed three or four light bulbs.

On the main circuit board, next to several black prototype switches, numbers are labeled in the order of the switches.

In the courtyard, in addition to the two professional dancers, there were also some amateur contestants standing in positions.

To help Jiang Shan, Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi to choreograph the dance more intuitively.

Almost everyone, whether they could or could not, attended.

The purpose is to get the manuscript out as soon as possible so that the dance theater can start rehearsing directly.

After all, there are only more than two months left until the National Dance Competition on August 8st.

"It would be fine if we could come up with a rough idea tonight,"

Jiang Shan held a sketchbook and discussed with Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi:

"Once I have finished the first draft, you can show it to the leader. If it is approved, we can continue to improve it. Do you think it's okay?"

"Of course it's fine, but it's too much trouble for you,"

Zhou Jie felt very embarrassed: "The most important thing is that we have troubled your whole family. Xiaodong and I don't know how to thank you."

"Editor Jiang," Dong Zhizhi nodded at the side, "In my opinion, there is a high probability that the troupe will agree to the dance you choreographed. Then I will have to trouble you even more."

Jiang Shan: "Do you two still consider me as your friend?"

"Of course I treat you as a friend."

"We are both so happy to have a friend like you."

"Since we are all friends, don't be polite to me," Jiang Shan refused to mention the fashion show.

"Anyway, I've made up my mind. I must help you two win a big prize in the first dance competition."

This sentence moved the two girls so much that their eyes flickered and their teeth clenched in joy. If someone else said this, they would just roll their eyes.

But who is this person in front of me?

Even though Jiangshan doesn’t even know what the main leg and the power leg are.

But as soon as the two girls saw the choreography in the book, they knew they had found the right person this time.

Jiang Shan: "Shall we get started?"

"it is good."

"Then I'll trouble you uncles and aunts..."

Although they had become familiar with the big guy who was very easy to get along with, the two girls still bowed a lot before dancing.

"Everyone, take your positions,"

Director Jiang, holding a painting clip, will act like it's real: "Begin——"

As the word "start" fell, Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng just walked into the courtyard.

The lights in front of them suddenly went out, causing them to stop at the same time.

"Lights, on—"

Jiangshan: "One group, move, move whatever you want."

There was a "pop".

Following Jiangshan's command, a beam of light lit up above the right rear corner of the courtyard.

The trumpet-shaped shade only illuminates a small area of ​​the ground.

Under the lights, Jiang's father and Jiang He performed the sixth set of radio gymnastics with expressionless faces.

This scene, which made it hard to tell where to start, made Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng stretch their necks at the same time: "Hmm?"

Before they could see clearly, they heard another "bang".

This time, a beam of light was also cast in the left rear corner of the courtyard.

Under the light, Jiang Ma and Aunt Li danced very seriously.

Looking at the posture, he really learned a lot in the afternoon.

Snap, snap,

Next, two more beams of light were cast one after another.

Jiang Chuan and Ying Ruhua are in one group, and Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai are in another group.

They all looked similar but were different from each other, and they just started dancing randomly.

Seeing this, Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng looked at each other, shrugged, and decided to continue reading.

Until then, the last light finally came on.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the courtyard changed.

The two dancers standing on one leg on a wooden stool are the kings and queens of this courtyard as soon as they appear.

As the phonograph in Li Ruocheng's home turned, the theme song of the 1933 movie "Fisherman's Song" floated out of the window.

In the small courtyard, several other groups of dancing guests have become moving spectators.

But Jiangshan's choreography still records the movements of the entire show.

Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi, holding palm-leaf fans, seemed to have entered another time and space as the dim light faded.

The dance moves, which were sometimes soft and sometimes vigorous, made Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng walk to Jiangshan's side unknowingly.

"Hmm? How did you guys...?"

"Shhh."

"Do not talk."

Before Jiang Shan could finish his question, Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng, who were staring at him, raised their hands to stop him.

At this moment, a new movement began.

As the courtyard shifted, Ying Ruhua's soft and sticky voice floated through the courtyard:

"Bolan orchid, Zizi flower... three cents to buy one..."

The flavor of Shikumen alleys came instantly.

According to Jiangshan's arrangement, this sentence must be added when composing the music.

Only in this way can the audience know where the story takes place.

Hu Xiao looked at the direction arrows that Jiang Shan kept marking on the sketchbook and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

"Choreographer," Jiang Shan said shamelessly, "Help Pujiang Dance Theater to choreograph a dance."

"You?" Hu Xiao: "Choreographer?"

"Why can't he choreograph?" Jiang Shan didn't need to speak, Gu Zhengzheng was already helping out:

"Have you forgotten this kid's performance at the Rising Stars Concert?"

"Oh," Hu Xiao remembered, and looked at the scene in front of him again: "But how did you bring them home?"

"They came to us on their own initiative,"

Jiang Shan was about to explain in detail when he suddenly asked, "By the way, why are you two here?"

"We are both full and have nothing to do," Hu Xiao said with a smile, "so we thought we could come to your house and sit down."

"Judging from the current situation," Gu Zhengzheng said, "it's really the right time to come."

Looking at the movement, music and lights in the courtyard, Gu Zhengzheng couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

No wonder Jiangshan is so multi-talented, it turns out that the literary and artistic atmosphere in his family is so strong!

"Xiao Jiang," Hu Xiao said, "It's always fun to visit your house. When I retire, I might as well move in and live with you guys."

country:"……"

When the song ended, everyone dispersed and went about their own business.

At this time, in Jiangshan's room, Jiangshan, Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi were summarizing the final draft.

Hu Xiao and Gu Zhengzheng, who had been sitting aside drinking tea, only asked the reason at this moment.

"It turns out that this dance has a lot of secrets. Let me help you take a look."

With Gu Zhengzheng's professional level, he immediately moved his stool and joined the discussion.

Ever since the two girls knew who the two newcomers were, they didn't want to leave Jiangshan's cottage easily.

What a rare opportunity! We must seize the time and study hard.

After Damo watched it once, Director Gu immediately looked up at Jiangshan and asked, "Did you choreograph this dance by yourself?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shan smiled and pointed at the girls beside him:
"There must be a professional on-site to guide it, but even if I say I wrote it all by myself, you won't believe me."

"I believe,"

Director Gu said sternly, "Why don't you believe me? I have seen your dancing skills with my own eyes."

"Me?" Jiang Shan pointed at himself: "I still have a dance background? I don't even know it myself..."

"Report to the leader,"

Zhou Jiet straightened her chest out righteously:
"This 'Fisherman's Song' was choreographed by Editor Jiang. The most Xiaodong and I did was to help give the dance a professional name, right, Xiaodong?"

"Yes," Dong Zhizhi nodded, "When we found this place this morning, Editor Jiang's room was already filled with a lot of design drafts."

"That's what I told you," Director Gu said, holding the draft design:
"Xiao Jiang, I asked you that earlier not for any other reason, but just to confirm with you.

This dance has a very special meaning. If it is your personal work, I plan to ask the station to record it specially.

July 1st is coming soon, so we can choose a suitable time slot to broadcast it to the public, which will not only have commemorative significance, but also enrich the entertainment life of the masses.”

"After all, he is the head of the TV station. He takes all the good things he sees home," Hu Xiao smiled at his old friend. The next second:
"By the way, you two went to Jiangshan to rehearse this dance. Isn't it for participating in some cultural activities?"

Zhou Jie and Dong Zhizhi smiled at each other: "We are going to participate in the first national song and dance competition..."

At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was very harmonious with questions and answers.

Only Jiangshan remained silent.

Well, before I could even start building momentum, the resources around me had already come to me...

(End of this chapter)