"Are you serious?"
"To be honest," one of them replied, "If you want to say that this novel is better than any other novel on the market, it is not impossible based on your previous aesthetic taste. But if you want to say that it is better than all the existing ones, it is still the Eastern cultivation novel written by a Westerner. This..."
Lin Youze did not want to argue with everyone. It was meaningless to say more about this matter.
He quickly uploaded the URL of "White Deer and Green Xuan" to the chat group and added a note: "I've sent you the address. You can see for yourself whether it's good or not."
An hour later.
The chat group with only a few people began to boil, and various messages continued to increase at a rate of one per second. Lin Youze came back from catching up with the updates of "Naruto" and looked at the group messages. It was already 99+. At this moment, people kept asking him in the group, asking him where he found the treasure author.
"Grass, it seems to be really fragrant."
"The setting of the world view and the writing style of the plot are very novel, I have never seen such a writing style before, but it is very smooth to read, and it is done in one go. It is completely the original flavor of oriental cultivation. I would believe it if someone said that it was written by a great writer who has been immersed in online writing for several years. Is this author really a 'cultivator'?"
"Does it mean that from now on, I will have to spend my days reading online novels..."
Book lovers are still wondering about the author’s cultural background.
Just as Lin Youze said.
If it is just of average quality, out of some inexplicable xenophobia, they are unwilling to admit that a work written by a Westerner is actually better than their own local novels. However, the differences in plot and rhythm shown in "White Deer and Green Cliffs" are so great that they cannot ignore them even if they want to.
This is actually not surprising.
If Mu Suxing was just an ordinary author, he certainly wouldn't be able to write a novel and crush everything on the market, but the problem is that he is not only a producer who has worked on countless hit animations, but also has memories of the development of Blue Star Entertainment in his previous life.
In other words, Mu Xiuxing is well aware of those new writing styles that will gradually emerge on Blue Star in five or ten years, and can use them with ease.
It is for this reason that book lovers are amazed when they read Mu Suxing's "White Deer and Green Cliff".
At first, "White Deer and Green Cliff" was only circulated in a small range of the Blue Star online literary circle.
But soon, due to the special fact that the author "came from the West" and the undoubted appeal of the novel itself, more and more netizens began to mention this novel in various places. With curiosity and dissatisfaction, countless people rushed to "Xiu" -
Then there's no going back.
Just like readers who are accustomed to the current style of online literature will mostly not adapt to the style of novels from five or ten years ago, after reading "White Deer and Green Cliff", when they read other works, they will feel dissatisfied and uncomfortable no matter how they read them.
"White Deer and Green Cliff" became a hit.
Netizens began to rack their brains to □□, just to be able to see the updates as soon as possible.
What's worse, some people simply cut off their own flesh and blood to write, or send private messages to local masters on Weibo out of frustration, hoping that they can give more power and not lose to Westerners in the areas they are best at.
All of a sudden, the situation that had been gradually declining suddenly revived and rose again.
Mu Suxing was naturally unaware of everything that was happening in the online literature circle.
Because he cheated... Well, I forgot.
The so-called vacation, of course, is all about entertainment and leisure, and doing whatever one wants. For Muxiuxing, whether it is wandering around or creating, it is all "playing".
No one knows who he is. He does not have to bear the responsibility of being the helmsman of Huaying, nor does he have to develop a business with the goal and pressure of reaching a certain level of commercial success. He simply creates a story out of his own preference and because he thinks it is fun and interesting.
Therefore, after finishing the early plot of "White Deer and Green Cliff", Mu Suxing, whose attention was attracted by other things, quickly forgot about this entertainment work.
Because of burnout, I want to relax, follow my heart, and find and try other fun things after work.
For Muxiuxing, this is the meaning of his journey.
Time kept moving forward as he stopped and walked along the way. When "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" was released as scheduled, Mu Xiuxing, who was in a foreign place, was bored. He simply disguised himself, bought a movie ticket for that period, and blended into the large crowd of moviegoers.
I have to say, this feeling is a bit strange.
In the past, as the chief director of the Harry Potter animated film, he knew every picture and every scene in the movie by heart. Even when watching it, he watched the overall effect of the movie after the movie editing was completed. In this watching process, it can be said that there are no surprises at all.
This is the first time I watch a Harry Potter movie as a viewer.
Mu Xuxing raised his head and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene on the big screen.
The characters are still the same, and the plot is still familiar to him, but the picture of the movie has changed a lot because of the change of the chief director. The overall style no longer continues the innocence and fantasy of the early Harry Potter, but gradually becomes deep and depressing as the plot develops.
Dumbledore, who was stripped of his position as headmaster, Umbridge, the new headmaster, who abused her authority, was domineering, and cruelly punished students, and...
In the final battle of the movie, Sirius died at the hands of the Death Eaters.
When Dumbledore appeared on the scene, everyone knew that the movie was coming to an end. Hogwarts, which had been messed up by Umbridge, returned to its original state the moment the real headmaster returned. The corridor was quiet and empty, and the portraits were sleeping, just like every day when Harry passed by here countless times.
But something is different.
Harry looked out the window, but he knew that this time, there would not be a big black dog lying there. The two-sided mirror used for communication was not the Mirror of Erised, and no matter how many times he called the man's name into the mirror, the man's smiling face would not appear on the other side of the mirror.
He stumbled through the quiet sunlight, looking for the ghost of Hogwarts.
"Not every wizard can return to Hogwarts as a ghost," Nearly Headless Nick told him. "He won't come back."
Harry didn't believe it.
Sirius is also a wizard, and he also cherishes life, so how could he not come? Harry thought, and ran out of the hall quickly, running out along the empty corridor of the castle. The sun rose, and the courtyard under the sunlight became brighter. He looked up breathlessly in front of the gate, as if he really saw the transparent Sirius.
But he just blinked and the man disappeared.
The new school year has come to an end.
He stepped onto the 9 3/4 stand amidst the crowds, and another summer holiday had arrived. Mrs. Weasley ran over and hugged her child tightly, asking if he was okay. Harry said he was fine. Then Lupin had a negotiation with the Dursleys, admonishing them to treat Harry well and telling him that they would come to pick him up soon.
Harry didn't know what to say.
He just smiled and waved goodbye to them as usual.
The movie ended here, but the theater was filled with sobs. After Cedric's death, Sirius' accidental death undoubtedly showed the cruelest side of the wizarding world. Harry, who finally had his family again, lost his loved ones again.
"Why is this happening..."
"It's so sad. He was such a proud and outspoken person. He swam thousands of miles back to England for Harry. Now he has finally cleared his name and met Harry. He can live with Harry and have the opportunity to avenge his best friend... Why is fate so cruel to him..."
"Wow, wow, wow, you bastard, you tricked me into crying again!"
Hearing his name, Mu Suxing silently shrank back. Thinking of the plot later, he instinctively felt guilty and pulled up the hood on his clothes to prevent fans who recognized him from giving him razor blades. Fortunately, it was winter now, so no one noticed anything wrong with him pulling up the hood.
The street outside was still bustling as always. Mu Suxing tilted his head and looked at the pedestrians on the street.
It has to be said that Sirius's "bomb" really made many people cry. Most of the audiences coming out of the theater had red eyes and looked miserable. Seeing another group of tearful audiences coming towards him, Mu Suxing subconsciously tightened his hood and hid in the crowd.
"What's wrong?"
"How strange! Did I see it wrong? I just saw someone who looked very cunning..." "You must have seen it wrong. This theater is now the base camp for Harry Potter fans. Does he want to die if he dares to show up here?"
"Too… "
They almost met face to face. Mu Xuxing, who was only separated by a wall, just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard another female voice continue:
"But to be honest, it feels like I haven't seen Xingxing for a long time. Whether it's animation or other projects, it seems that I haven't seen any trace of Xingxing. Is he tired of making animations and will just be a hands-off boss and not care about the animation production of Huaying in the future?"
"I'm kind of missing the stars."
The voice beside his ear gradually faded away, but the reluctance and melancholy in the passerby's tone seemed to still be lingering in the air. Mu Suxing was slightly stunned and couldn't tell what he was feeling for a moment.
Why did you leave Huaying and travel alone
It is true that I am tired and I want to take a good rest, but I am also confused about the future. This may sound a bit ridiculous, but it is true. Now that Huaying has completely stepped on the right track in all aspects, the future of the Blue Star ACG industry will be fought for by everyone.
So what about him
Should I continue to do commercial animation, or study artistic animation with professors
Commercial animation has its own splendor, artistic animation has its own fun, and the system mall has no shortage of rich and colorful story IPs, but for Muxuxing today, it is a dispensable existence. It is not impossible to do it, but it seems that there is not much motivation.
Muxuxing lowered his head and thought, but someone on the other end said in surprise:
"Why are you here backstage?"
Mu Suxing looked up, not knowing why, and realized that he had been so busy hiding from the audience that he hadn't paid attention to the surroundings and had gone directly behind the curtain of someone else's street performance. No wonder the host had to ask about it. He touched his nose and was about to apologize and leave when he heard the old man say:
"It's not anything fun, just some crude puppets. Look at them if you want."
Muppet
This was an area he had never been exposed to before.
Muxuxing lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the puppets the old man was fiddling with with interest, and said, "No, I think these puppets are quite interesting."
Fun
The old man was both amused and confused, and did not take Mu Suxing's words seriously. As a person who had experienced it, he certainly knew how unpopular this art performance mode that had been eliminated by the times was among young people. Seeing Mu Suxing lowering his head and carefully examining the puppet, he shook his head and stopped trying to persuade him.
Once he has seen enough and satisfied his curiosity, he will probably leave on his own.
The old man thought so.
Then he saw Mu Xuxing reach out and pick up a rag doll. The old man frowned and was about to tell him to be careful, but the next second, he saw the dry rag doll "come alive" in the young man's hands.
This is of course an exaggeration.
As the core props of puppetry, each puppet is usually equipped with extremely sophisticated mechanisms inside, which are often connected with the puppet's movements and expressions. Only a skilled puppeteer can give a soul to the dull puppet and make it come alive on the stage.
Thinking that the young man in front of me is so young, yet he has practiced it before
Which sect's new generation disciple is he from
While he was in doubt, Muxuxing picked up two puppets, a boy and a girl, and started playing with them for his own amusement.
The male puppet on the left hand lifted a corner of his robe, sat down casually on the steps, and said to himself, "If a man can live for sixty years, at least ten of his years are wasted." His voice was youthful and vigorous, but the emotional context was full of deep helplessness, which was quite funny to hear.
The female puppet paused, a slight curiosity showing on her face.
Then he saw that the young man's expression did not change, only his throat moved slightly, and when he spoke again, it was a natural female voice: "How did you waste it?"
The old man's eyes lit up.
In traditional puppetry performances, in addition to the puppets and puppeteers themselves, the backstage music and ventriloquism performances are equally important. An excellent narrator usually has to master the ability to dub at least twenty different emotions, and this alone has kept countless young people out.
He thought the young man was just playing around out of curiosity, but he didn't expect that the other party's every move was so skillful and experienced, as if he had practiced it countless times before.
He was just about to ask the other party whether he had learned from a famous teacher of a certain school, but the passers-by attracted by the puppet could not help but urge him: "How did you waste it? Tell me."
The male puppet said, "In the past ten years, I have spent at least five years waiting for women to change their clothes."
"Five more years?"
"You must listen?"
The female puppet frowned: "You dare not say it?"
The male puppet could only sigh, his helpless look vividly said: "You must listen, I'll tell you, there are still five years to wait for women to take off their clothes."
“Puff—”
"Why do I feel that these two puppets are so funny? The performance is so lifelike, a bit like that." "Are you telling jokes with puppets? It sounds quite interesting. Come on, do another one, brother." As he said this, he put a banknote on the stall.
… Was he being mistaken for a street performer
Mu Suxing was amused. He was about to explain when the old man got up and started to chase him away: "Go away, today's performance is over. If you want to watch it, come back tomorrow. Why are you running behind the scenes to join in the fun?" Seeing Mu Suxing also stood up awkwardly and seemed to be about to leave, he hurriedly stopped him: "I'm talking about them, not you!"
Um
Mu Xuxing looked over in confusion.
"You—" The old man looked at him, nodded, shook his head, and a myriad of thoughts passed through his mind. In the end, he sighed: "What a pity."
It had been a long time since he had seen a young man as talented as the one in front of him.
In the past, he would have accepted the other person as his apprentice without hesitation, but now he knows better than anyone that the era of puppetry is over, and performances such as TV dramas and movies are the trend. Even though he feels regretful, he cannot lead the young man in front of him onto a path that is doomed to decline.
"No." said Muxuxing.
The old man smiled and shook his head, not wanting to argue with him. Mu Suxing said, "Intangible cultural heritage will never disappear. Even if the times change, it will exist forever in another way."
The old man didn't take it seriously, just thinking that he was comforting himself. Thinking of the other party's previous monologue, he couldn't help but say: "Speaking of which, your previous monologue is quite interesting. Is it your original dialogue? It sounds a bit like the martial arts of the last era."
"It is indeed a martial arts story, that's for sure," Mu Suxing put down the puppet and stood up, "but it comes from a novel called The Legend of Lu Xiaofeng, which was not written by me."
"Are you leaving?"
"Yeah," Muxuxing stretched, "I've rested long enough, and it's time to get back to work. It just so happens that I'm bored and I'm a little itchy."
Are your hands itching
The old man didn't understand, but the young man over there smiled and waved to him, turned around, and disappeared in the crowd in the blink of an eye.