As soon as Mu Suxing finished speaking, the people on the other end were also stunned.
Animation planning? Invite them
Tan Qingyi raised her eyebrows in surprise and glanced calmly at Li Lianggong opposite her. The latter was also surprised at the moment, and it was obvious that he was also unaware of Mu Suxing's sudden invitation.
As a judge of Mu Suxing in "The Gift of the Magi", Tan Qingyi knew that Mu Suxing was not the kind of person who was ambitious and boastful. Since he made this invitation, it was obvious that he had enough confidence in his work. Based on Tan Qingyi's understanding of him, the work he talked about next should not be too bad.
but-
Tan Qingyi raised her eyes, looked around herself again, and shook her head gently in her heart.
Old guys like them are long past the age of adventure, and unless the script is truly shocking and good enough to make them unable to control themselves and excited, it is not enough to impress them.
In the past two or three decades, let's not talk about others, let's talk about herself. As a judge of countless animation art festivals, she has reviewed thousands of art animation short films, if not tens of thousands. What kind of style and plot has she not seen? Among them, there are many masters who have spent ten years honing their skills. Under the influence of such excellent works, her aesthetic taste for animation has long been high.
Even ordinary excellent works are not even in their eyes, let alone they are willing to personally participate in them.
She thought so, but had no intention of rejecting Mu Suxing on the spot.
Young people, after all, have some youthful vigor. Moreover, Mu Suxing had just finished a perfect trial lecture and was in high spirits. It was inevitable that he would make such impulsive moves. Old guys like them would not pour cold water on him at this time.
"Did you bring the script?" Tan Qingyi asked in a gentle tone, "Did you encounter any difficulties along the way? Why don't you tell us about it and we can give you some suggestions."
Mu Suxing took out the script he had prepared in advance from the file bag, handed it to Tan Qingyi, and said sincerely: "Speaking of this work, I did encounter a lot of difficulties."
"oh?"
When he said that, Tan Qingyi was actually surprised. Frankly speaking, up to now, she had never seen Mu Suxing being troubled by something, and this was the first time he spoke so frankly about the difficulties.
Mu Suxing pondered for a moment, then said, "It's like this. The theme of this script is quite special. After all, I'm still too young, and many of my feelings may not be accurately expressed through animation. If I come alone, it will inevitably be too much, and it will seem like a teenager pretending to be sad."
This means that the theme of the script is relatively deep.
Tan Qingyi didn't take these words too seriously.
She thought she was an experienced person, and there had been times when young people thought they had genius ideas. Whether it was out of admiration for Muxuxing or protection, she didn't want to embarrass him on the spot, so she smiled and said, "It just so happens that I don't have any work at the moment. If you don't mind, I can help you."
With Tan Qingyi's start, several others also expressed their willingness to help him with advice.
No one mentioned Mu Suxing's invitation just now. Mu Suxing certainly didn't mean to be tactless and ask now. He just pretended not to understand the silent refusal and just smiled and said, "Then I'll trouble you teachers."
…
As lunch ended, everyone chatted for a few minutes and then left. Xin Zongyi returned home and threw the script on the coffee table in the living room.
"Didn't you say you were going to listen to Mr. Li's student's trial lecture today?" Mrs. Xin came over with a smile: "How was the result?"
Xin Zongyi nodded indifferently: "Not bad, he is one of the best among the young people." As he spoke, he recalled the scene of the young man standing in the lecture hall, confronting everyone without giving in, and frowned unconsciously: "He does have some ability, but he is a little too arrogant."
He told his wife what happened in the classroom, and at the end he mentioned the invitation to the dinner party, but he didn't care: "If it weren't for Mr. Li's sake, I would have rejected him on the spot. Please remember to turn it down to Mr. Li in a few days. I think this was entirely his student's own decision, he won't say anything."
Mrs. Xin was not as extreme as he was. Perhaps because she was old, she admired young people like him. She said, "Since you are the best among the young people, why don't you take a look at the script for Lao Li's students and give them some advice?" She joked, "Maybe after you read the script, you will be moved?"
Xin Zongyi didn't think that he would be so easily moved, but since he had said before that he would help others, he would not go back on his word. Anyway, he had nothing to do at the moment, so he went to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea, sat on the sofa and slowly flipped through the script.
When you open a script, the first thing that catches your eye is naturally the name and author of the script.
"Adapted from Hemingway's novella, The Old Man and the Sea?" Xin Zongyi said to himself, "What a strange name... Never mind, let's keep reading."
The plot of the script is very simple: an old fisherman has not caught any fish for more than eighty days. The young fishermen make fun of the old man's inability to catch any fish, while other older fishermen sympathize with him. Against this backdrop, the old fisherman goes out to sea again in order to survive.
The plot is simple, but the entire script is extremely complicated. From the conversation between the old man and the child to the old man's various mentalities when he goes fishing alone on the boat, it seems to be as long and smelly as an old lady's foot binding. Even someone like Xin Zongyi who prefers a slow pace became a little impatient.
What's wrong with the author of this story? Doesn't he care about the appropriate details
Not only is the description complicated, the plot of the whole story is also surprisingly simple. At present, it just tells the story of an old fisherman fishing. What deep meaning can be found in such a plot
He was disdainful in his heart and his face became more impatient. While picking up the teacup to drink water, he stopped and pressed his forehead. Then he suppressed his annoyance and continued reading.
The following plot also continued the boringness of the previous part.
After a long wait, the old man finally waited for a fish to take the bait. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not pull the fish up. Instead, the fish pulled the boat away along with him.
He was pulled by the invisible big fish for more than ten hours, from day to night and then back to day, his hands were stiff as a corpse due to cramps. The big fish dragged his boat on the sea for three days before it was exhausted. The old man finally killed the big fish and tied it to the other side of the boat.
Well, the old man finally caught a fish, Xin Zongyi thought. Is this boring story about to end
But it didn’t.
On the way back, the ill-fated old man encountered bad news again - his boat was attacked by a shark, and the big fish tied to the bow was bitten off dozens of pounds of meat by the shark. The old man was about to face a strong and ferocious shark, but he didn't even have a decent weapon in his hand.
Even though Xin Zongyi didn't like this story, he couldn't help feeling a little bit reluctant at this moment.
The fate of this old man is really too tragic.
But-
"A man is not born to fail," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated."
Xin Zongyi was stunned.
Mrs. Xin came over. She originally planned to pour a cup of tea for her husband. However, when her eyes inadvertently swept over the other person, she unexpectedly discovered that the hands that had been pressing on her forehead because of the owner's impatience a few minutes ago were now shaking uncontrollably.
Looking at Xin Zongyi again, the latter had changed his initial lack of interest and was staring at the script in his hand, as if he didn't notice that there was someone beside him.
In fact, at this moment, Xin Zongyi really couldn't care about those things.
His mind was completely absorbed by the script in front of him!
Of course, the old man did not give up the big fish he had caught with great difficulty.
He stood up again.
Without any weapon, he tied a knife to the handle of an oar and used this unworthy weapon to fight the sharks that came towards him. His hands were bleeding from cuts and he was in so much pain that he could no longer control them, but he still insisted on sticking the knife into the shark's eyes.
Xin Zongyi's mood suddenly became heavy.
He suddenly understood why the script was described in such a complicated way.
For those who have never suffered any setbacks and live in happiness, this script is undoubtedly boring. But if you have experienced some difficult years when you hit a wall everywhere, then you will definitely understand that those seemingly tedious and boring descriptions reflect a real and hopeless state.
This reminded him of his past self.
He encountered setbacks again and again when seeking animation investment, and his projects fell into the sea. He finally got an interview opportunity, so he kept reciting the draft he had made before leaving, and even practiced smiling in front of the mirror. However, no matter how hard he tried and how many days and nights he spent preparing, he was ultimately defeated by the words "Sorry, we don't plan to invest in animation projects."
It's hard and cruel, but that's reality.
The tea on the coffee table, which had been thrown aside by the owner at some point, had completely cooled down.
Xin Zongyi put down the script and before he knew it, he was already in tears.
He closed his eyes and leaned quietly on the sofa. He thought about himself and the old man in the story. Finally, those familiar moods merged into one in his mind and turned into colorful pictures, which flashed through his mind like a book.
As if he had been electrocuted, he stood up from his seat almost immediately!
"Where's my cell phone?" Xin Zongyi said, his voice was unusually hoarse, and there was even a hint of panic: "Tell Lao Li that I accept this invitation - no, tell him that as long as he can make this animation, I am willing to pay any price I can!"