This star’s style is wrong

An animated film is composed of many factors, such as script, painting style, dubbing, soundtrack, lens language, etc.

Fang Xing doesn't know how to draw, so all he can decide is the script and the soundtrack.

The drawings were produced by Liang Jing and his team.

No matter what script Fang Xing comes up with, the animated film Liang Jing finally makes cannot be equated with any animated film on Earth.

Therefore, even if Liang Jing takes the script of "Big Fish and Begonia", the animated film he makes will not be 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 animated film.

Therefore, the script given 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 as bored as 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 wanted was this kind of script with more pure emotions, not some Mary Sue love triangle.

Animated movies should create an innocent spiritual world with less worldly filth, which is what animated movies should pursue.

If you want to see a Mary Sue love triangle, aren’t there enough live-action movies? Why bother creating this kind of plot in an animated movie?

Liang Jing liked it more and more.

He didn't know if the audience would like this script once it was produced.

But that's not important.

When he first entered the animation industry, it was because he loved it.

The joy of creating something you like is happiness.

He liked the script, and it didn't matter whether it made money or not.

However, he also felt a little guilty inside.

Because animated movies lose money, it’s not his money that’s lost.

He feels that this kind of mentality of using other people's investment money to produce animations that he likes without caring about profits and losses is very selfish.

What made him feel relieved was that this script was given by Fang Xing.

Fang Xing is the largest investor in this animated film, which at least shows that investors also like the script.

Liang Jing felt much more at ease when he thought about it.

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 finalized, Liang Jing's team began to speed up the animation production.

Whenever he has time, Fang Xing will take a look at the animation results produced by Liang Jing and correct the areas he is not satisfied with.

"Spirited Away" was very difficult to make.

Fang Xing also made this decision after seeing Liang Jing's passion for animation.

If Liang Jing just wanted to get some investment and just make an animated movie, he wouldn't have been able to get the script for "Spirited Away".

Although it is difficult, Fang Xing has made plans to produce it for two to three years, or even three to four years.

Even if it takes longer, I still want to make sure that I am satisfied with the production of "Spirited Away".

…

After arranging the production of "Spirited Away", it was time for the weekend.

The Lu family is very busy today. In order to receive the evening guests, Mother Lu went to a cooking class to learn a few new dishes a few days ago.

Since the guest this time was very important, Father Lu also put down the group's affairs and came back for dinner.

"Does your composer friend drink? White wine or red wine?" Mother Lu asked this and that while preparing dinner.

Lu Xiang'er sat on the sofa and watched her mother busy there. She suppressed a smile and said, "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 in the wine cabinet.

Father Lu frowned and said, "I don't sing, so why don't you open a bottle for me?"

Mother Lu glanced at him and said, "If you drink, what if the guests think it's impolite not to drink? Don't drink either. Drinking less is good for your health."

Father Lu thought for a moment, nodded and said, "That's right, then I won't drink tonight."

Since the guest this time was the author of "Skylark", the Lu family treated him with the highest standards.

Even if there are guests over for dinner, the aunties usually cook.

Mother Lu made several dishes tonight, and the ingredients were all ordered a few days in advance.

Mother Lu looked at the nearly prepared dishes and asked, "Xiao Xiang, does that composer friend of yours have any taboos? Or any special requirements?"

"Probably not, I haven't heard him say that." Lu Xiang'er replied, spreading her hands.

"Where's the music? Do you want to play some music?" Mother Lu continued to make arrangements.

Lu Xiang'er burst out laughing: "Mom, I'm a normal person. I don't have to pay so much attention. I just have a normal meal. Don't do so many things, okay?"

Mother Lu glanced at her daughter and lectured: "You are too young and have never received guests. It is the first time for such an important guest to come to the house for dinner. Of course, you must leave a good impression on others."

Lu Xiang'er shrugged and said with an indifferent expression: "Okay, as long as you are happy."

Mother Lu looked at her watch and saw that it was almost six o'clock. She asked, "Is it almost time? Did you tell others that the time was six o'clock?"

Lu Xiang'er replied casually: "Yes, I told him to come at six o'clock."

Mother Lu complained: "Actually, it's better to come earlier. You can sit down, drink tea and chat before dinner."

Lu Xiang'er pointed to the kitchen and said, "You're early. Can't I just watch you busy in the kitchen making food?"

"Right."

Mother Lu nodded, then pointed to the door and said, "Go out to greet the guests and see if the guests have arrived. It's your first time here and they might not be able to find our house number."

Lu Xiang'er suppressed a smile and said, "Don't worry, we will definitely find it."

That's when.

The doorbell rang at the door.

Ding dong…ding dong…

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on..."

Mother Lu called her husband and daughter to come over to greet the guests.

Lu Xiang'er kept suppressing her laughter and followed behind her parents.

Mother Lu pressed her hair with her hands and made sure she would not be rude before opening the door: "Welcome, welcome..."

The second welcome came to my lips, and I suddenly got stuck before I said it.

Fang Xing stood at the door holding a fruit basket and greeted with a smile: "Hello, uncle and aunt."

Father Lu immediately extended his hand cheerfully to shake hands and said hello: "Welcome, Mr. Zhuang Zhou."

Lu Xiang'er finally couldn't hold it in anymore, burst out laughing, ran back to the sofa, hugged the pillow and laughed.

Mother Lu was stunned for a while and immediately wanted to understand 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 pen name.

When Lu Xiang'er participated in the Paganini finals, Fang Xing was responsible for the piano accompaniment.

Tonight, I said I was going to invite "Zhuang Zhou", the author of "Skylark", to dinner, but it was Fang Xing who came.

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"Come in quickly, come in quickly!"

After Mother Lu was stunned for a moment, she quickly invited Fang Xing into the house.

Father Lu is usually busy with the company and never pays attention to things in the entertainment industry.

Although he had seen the video of his daughter's competition, he didn't care who was accompanying the symphony orchestra. At most, he thought Fang Xing looked familiar.

Therefore, he continued to greet: "Mr. Zhuang Zhou, thank you for composing "Skylark" for my little girl. Come on, please come in."

"Thank you. It's my first time here. I don't know what gift to bring." Fang Jing mentioned the fruit basket in his hand.

"You don't have to be so polite. Come in quickly. Xiaoxiang, pull out a chair for the guest." Mother Lu took the fruit basket and turned back to glare at her daughter.

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Lu Xiang'er seemed to be able to hear her mother's voiceover: I'll take care of you tonight!

However, she was indifferent and did not explain the identity of "Zhuang Zhou" to her parents at the beginning, which was intentional.

Moreover, until now, Father Lu is still kept in the dark.

Father Lu is usually busy with the company. If it weren't for the distinguished guests coming to the house tonight, he might not be back on time for dinner.

Therefore, he only knew that tonight's guest was the author of "The Skylark".

He originally thought that the composer should be a little older, a music professor or something like that, but when he saw Fang Xing, he felt that he was too young.

However, he didn't think too much and simply regarded Fang Xing as "Zhuang Zhou".

Lu Xiang'er pulled out a chair and waved Fang Xing over to sit down.

Fang Xing walked to the chair and did not sit down. Instead, he stood and made eye contact with Lu Xiang'er.

the other side.

Father Lu was about to sit down at the main seat and then began to greet the guests for dinner.

Mother Lu put the fruit basket on the coffee table, grabbed her husband, and reminded her in a low voice: "The guest's name is Fang Xing. 'Zhuang Zhou' is a pen name. Don't call him weird."

Father Lu has also seen the world, so naturally he will not make a fuss. He walked to the head seat of the dining table and said, "Sit down quickly, don't wait for her, let her do her work. Sit down quickly."

He said hello, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

Fang Xing waited for his host to sit down before sitting down upright.

After all, this is my first time as a guest, so I am still a little cautious.

Lu Xiang'er was more relaxed. After all, this was her home. She usually laughed and joked with her parents, and it was normal for her to talk back occasionally, so there was no need to be nervous at all.

She pulled out the chair, sat down next to Fang Xing, then pointed to the dishes on the table and said, "My mother made this by herself, just try it. My aunt made this, it's very delicious."

Mother Lu came up with the soup. When she heard her daughter's words, she immediately glared and said, "Xiao Xiang, why would you want to undermine my mother like this?"

Lu Xiang'er stuck out her tongue and started laughing.

Father Lu began to advise on the dish: "This fish is very fresh. I asked a friend to fly it over this morning. You must try it. Use your chopsticks and don't be polite."

"Okay." Fang Xing nodded, and after both Father and Mother Lu moved their chopsticks, he took a piece of fish and tasted it.

"How was it? I steamed it with a stopwatch." Mother Lu asked enthusiastically.

"It tastes very good, very fresh." Fang Xing praised in a serious tone.

Lu Xiang'er frowned and muttered, "Are you sure you're not very salty?"

"Hey!" Mother Lu glared at her daughter.

Lu Xiang'er stretched out his chopsticks and took a bite of the fish.

Mother Lu asked, "How is it?"

Lu Xiang'er muttered: "Why wasn't it so good when it was cooked for me before? There's something wrong with you, Mom."

"It's all a waste to feed such a good fish to your stupid girl." Mother Lu also began to scold her daughter.

The mother and daughter actually started to undermine each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

The Lu family doesn't have many rules at the dinner table.

Father Lu started chatting while eating and started asking some career-related questions.