There are very few humans in the Kyushu Shanhaiyuan.
Because no one will bring ordinary humans in. After all, some monsters here are still dangerous. If something happens to humans here, no one will be responsible.
Last time, Gu Bai brought a bunch of people in when he was ignorant. This time, Xie Zhi and Zhai Liangjun, who were sensible, even brought in a bunch of humans.
The monsters of Jiuzhou Shanhaiyuan hid in every corner and whispered, secretly watching the group of humans.
Their sight was not concealed, and human beings did not have the inspiration to detect it, but Gu Bai clearly felt many sights hidden in the dark.
This is probably the talent he acquired after he became a serious adult monster, so many eyes staring at this made his scalp numb.
Gu Bai stood at the elevator entrance and watched Mr. Zhai being dragged into the house, realizing that something was wrong.
He hurriedly put Mu Xin in the palm of his hand and shoved it into the hand rope, and rushed over with his legs pounding.
"Excuse me, please!" Gu Bai shouted from the crowd. It was not loud, but it was very obvious in a relatively quiet building.
There were eight people in the film crew, and they all turned around and made way for him.
"Mr. Xie!" Gu Bai greeted Xie Zhi, then turned his head and nodded slightly to the film crew, his hands kept on, he opened the door sluggishly, turned his head into the house, and went to rescue the fox.
But after rushing in, unexpectedly, Si Yiming didn't beat anyone.
His face was still quite bad, rubbing his eyebrows, sitting on the sofa, looking at Zhai Liangjun on the sofa next to him.
Zhai Liangjun sat very obediently, his whole body was very upright, his skin was taut, and he explained what the humans outside were doing.
"Xie Zhi said it when he was in the third year of junior high, but at that time you were all almost drunk, only Xuan Gui was still awake." Zhai Liangjun felt aggrieved.
Who knew that your group of divine beasts would go to work without getting sober!
Just as Si Yiming was about to say something, he saw Gu Bai running in from outside, so he didn't say anything and waved directly to the person.
Gu Bai hesitated for a while in the living room, then shook his head unexpectedly, "Mr. Si, go take a shower first."
Si Yiming paused for a while, and seemed to realize that he was smelling alcohol. He tutted lightly and turned to go to the bathroom.
Zhai Liangjun breathed a sigh of relief.
Gu Bai looked at Zhai Liangjun, who was paralyzed on the sofa as if he had just experienced a world war, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhai, the disaster comes out of your mouth."
Zhai Liangjun snorted: "I understand the truth, but I can't control it."
When the fox spirit first became an elite, it was the pride of the entire mountain. He cultivated into an elite at a young age. At first glance, the future was bright and great. The entire mountain and the surrounding area were spoiled and coaxed.
Even in front of the human media, he didn't show much restraint. If he died, he would be considerate of the manager's hairline, trying to hold back and talk less.
Social platforms are basically managed by assistants.
Counting those interviews where he did not recite the manuscript and let himself speak casually, all of them are black history.
But the vixen doesn't take it to heart. Anyway, he looks good, has good acting skills, and has strong performance. No matter what he does, someone will forgive him. He doesn't care what humans say about him, so it's impossible to pay much attention to his mouth.
-Especially in daily life, the only people who can really hold him down are Huang Yining and Si Yiming. In front of others and Bie Yao, he is a big monster!
How can there be a big monster who has to think over and over again when he says something.
Zhai Liangjun sighed sadly: "The film crew has come to collect material, is it convenient for you today?"
"It's fine to go up to the second floor, but the movement should be small." Gu Bai said, "The beasts from all directions are resting in the house."
"… "
Zhai Liangjun felt suffocated.
Gu Bai turned his head and opened the door, Xie Zhi looked around and took everyone to the second floor.
Zhai Liangjun also followed in despair.
Gu Bai soon heard the beginning of the arrangement upstairs. He lowered his head, took out the newly bought painting tools from the hand rope, stuffed them into a plastic bag, and went upstairs.
These human beings all have some artistic skills, whether it is photography, directing or lighting, many of them are actually from art classes.
When they went upstairs, what they saw were some sketches and unintelligible design drafts hanging on two wire ropes with clothespins.
Those manuscripts were hung in two dense rows, and the time was marked carefully when I looked carefully at the inscription.
In terms of time, the owners of these works rarely have time to stop and rest.
He seems to devote all his time to painting.
On the other side of the large studio on the second floor, where there is no direct sunlight, several framed paintings are placed against the wall.
There are oil paintings and watercolors, most of which are landscapes and scenes. There is not a single figure painting, but in several of the scene paintings, there is a breath of life everywhere.
These paintings, in their eyes, were excellent, and they were even more surprised that the paintings were arranged from left to right, and they could see a very obvious progress.
"It's incredible..." The director stood in front of one of the paintings, looking at it in awe.
That picture is a half-fantasy scene picture that Gu Bai painted with joy and joy before going to the mirage.
The zero eggs from the messy things in Bai Ze's house, the scene where the elements of the mythical beasts encountered are drawn in the background of the small house of fifty or so flat that Gu Lang once lived with.
"I thought the murals in the previous museum were already very good," said the director.
"That's not right." Zhai Liangjun was beautiful and proud, "Our Gu Xiaobai is very good. Give him more than ten years, and he can paint a world with just a few strokes of his brush!"
The director turned his head and glanced at Zhai Liangjun.
The investment and production of this documentary are all made by Zhai Liangjun himself. Although Zhai Liangjun is very busy, it can be seen that he attaches great importance to this film.
The director likes to work with people who are sensible and willing to spend money and never blindly direct.
In particular, Zhai Liangjun followed them to collect materials from time to time, without any pretense at all. Occasionally raising an opinion or two is mostly an inquiry.
After this cooperation, the director finally knows why so many people in the circle like to cooperate with Zhai Liangjun.
—Although this person doesn't always talk about catching people in private, but he is simply a collaborator, and the cooperation is absolutely excellent and in tune.
"We Gu Xiaobai are going to become famous people sooner or later. Do you know why he doesn't paint characters?" Zhai Liangjun was still babbling.
The director asked cooperatively, "Why?"
"Because characters are too simple for him!" Zhai Liangjun had a mysterious expression on his face, "We Gu Xiaobai are people who are favored by God! We can draw when we pick up a brush, and we are born to draw the human body. Before You know that exhibition…”
"Mr. Zhai!" As soon as Gu Bai went upstairs, he heard Zhai Liangjun blowing at him frantically, his face flushed and he couldn't help interrupting Zhai Liangjun's words.
"Don't listen to Mr. Zhai's nonsense." Gu Bai was still blushing, and explained to the director very solemnly, "I rarely draw characters because most of the characters are not easy to sell."
"It's... like this."
The director was so shocked by Gu Bai's incomparable honesty that he didn't know how to speak.
Zhai Liangjun choked his wrists, pulled Gu Bai and began to educate him: "Gu Xiaobai, do you understand the character design! Just now that character design is so fashionable, it sounds awesome that he was born to draw!"
"But, but I wasn't born with the ability to draw." Gu Bai whispered forcefully, "I've worked so hard."
Zhai Liangjun looked at Gu Bai's aggrieved look and had nothing to say.
The director couldn't help but burst out laughing, Gu Bai's personality was a bit unexpected.
After all, it is the characters who can drive Zhai Liangjun to thank Si Yiming and these names that can make people tremble three times.
I didn't expect it to be so blunt.
The director looked at Zhai Liangjun and Gu Bai again, and felt that it really makes sense to say that people are gathered by similarities.
No brains went together.
But it is.
The director's eyes fell on the paintings in the room.
If it weren't for the fact that all of his thoughts were focused on one thing, he probably wouldn't be able to do such a good job. It's perfectly normal to have such a stupid personality.
Gu Bai and Zhai Liangjun were still murmuring beside them, Xie Zhi was beside a photographer who had set up the camera, facing the two mumbling people, I don't know how long it had been shooting.
This camera is specially used to shoot behind-the-scenes scenes. I don't know how much Zhai Liangjun's dark history has been taken along the way.
"Okay, okay, start work!" The director looked at the equipment that was almost installed and clapped his hands.
Most of the humanities documentaries have scripts. In fact, Gu Bai's script production team has also prepared them, but they usually shoot the material at will first, and only come up with the script when they feel that the material is not enough.
- Anyway, Zhai Liangjun's investment is not bad.
Gu Bai was sitting in front of the lights and the camera, and was stared at by eight film crew plus ten Zhai Liangjun and Xie Zhi. He was so stiff that it was difficult to even pick up a paintbrush.
He looked at the paintbrushes on the table at a loss, and then turned to look at the people and equipment in a semicircle. After thinking about it, he still felt that it was not good to delay other people's construction schedule.
So he took a deep breath, adjusted the drawing board on the easel a little, tried to ignore the burning gaze next to him, and started to draw.
Gu Bai felt that the best thing about him was that when he was doing something seriously, he was able to concentrate and ignore most of the movements around him.
What he decided to show in front of the camera was the draft of the Nian beast drawn up two days ago.
The inspiration for this picture naturally comes from the Nian beast that wears the ordinary character of blessing but cherishes it very much.
Gu Bai has asked, this documentary may have to wait until the next year and the New Year period before it will be released.
If it is played during the Chinese New Year, then his painting of the New Year beast is just right.
Gu Bai sat upright, and the brush in his hand fell on the palette, most of which were golden-red tones.
In the picture is a lively New Year's Eve dinner, but no one sits on the big round table. Through the window in the background, you can see the exploding fireworks and the figures outside the window.
Even the old man who was leaning on crutches walked out with his back hunched over to join in the fun.
But the picture does not appear to be lonely.
There are several clothes hanging on the coat rack at the door, a small laughing snowman stands outside the windowsill, several strings of small lanterns and Chinese knots hang in the hall, and each door has a blessing on it.
There were a lot of festively packaged gift boxes in the hall. The top ones were torn open, revealing big red jackets with soft fluffy white ruffles sewed inside, which were casually set aside.
A large coat hangs on the back of a chair by the dining table, several bags are placed beside it, and a mobile phone is left on the table.
Judging from the number of stools, this can be regarded as a prosperous family, with a population of about ten.
The family seemed to be halfway through the New Year's Eve dinner and noticed that there were big fireworks outside, so the family simply put down their chopsticks and went out to watch the fireworks.
There was only one little monster left in the restaurant.
Its two front paws clawed at the dining table, and its hind legs were hanging in the air because it could not fall to the ground. It hung on the edge of the dining table and kicked its legs around, forming a small shrimp ball, and its eyes were looking at the dishes on the table. Desperate, with desire written all over his face.
This little monster has a dragon head and a lion body and a pony tail, with a horn on the top of its head, on which is stamped a glowing red letter of blessing.
The blessing character was rolled up and draped behind his head at the moment, because it was so small that it almost resembled a cat, and the blessing almost covered its back.
It is said to be a little monster, but it is petite in size, and it does not look scary at all. Instead, it looks at the dishes on the table with an indescribable naivety.
The photographer came over with the camera to take a close-up, and asked casually, "What is this?"
Gu Bai's hand moved for a while, and the brush covered with red paint gently landed on the little monster.
"This is the year." He replied softly with some smiles.
The author has something to say: Zhai Liangjun: We are Gu Xiaobai! Thief pulls Niubi! I don't want to paint the human body anymore!
Gu Bai: I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!