Chapter 140 Chapter 140 One thousand nine hundred and seventy-five.
The Shanghai Art Film Studio was established quite a long time ago, almost twenty years ago, and many of the films it produced have become part of the childhood of later generations.
Of course, many classic films haven’t been released yet, and compared to the future, its development now is not particularly good.
But no matter what, in this day and age, Shanghai's art film studios are already considered leaders in the industry.
According to Mu Mian's original expectation, she hoped that one day in the future, her comic strip could be adapted into an animated film and shown on TV or in cinemas.
It's not entirely for the copyright fees, that money only accounts for a small part. She is not so short of money right now, so it would be nice to make some money along the way.
What’s more important is the sense of accomplishment behind it.
You know, if your work is chosen for adaptation, it is really a great affirmation.
But she never expected that before the thing she was expecting happened, the other party came to her first.
What surprised Mu Mian was not the actual fact. The practice of publishing comic strips with the same name for cartoons had already existed a few years ago. Just like decades later, if something becomes popular, a bunch of derivative products with the same name will be released soon after.
The entertainment sector is not developing so well now, but no matter what era it is, many things are essentially the same.
What's more, comic books are very popular now, so if a large number of copies are published, the publisher can still make a lot of money.
To her surprise, the film studio chose her to paint!
What does this mean? !
This means that her work caught the other party's eye! And it has received great recognition, which means that the chances of her comic strip being adapted into cartoons in the future have greatly increased!
Mu Mian took the letter and trotted all the way home. His happiness was so obvious that he almost jumped up.
Today is a weekday and Xixi is still in school. It is not time to go home yet.
Mu Fugui took Eleven and Old Man You to the mountain of the brigade below, and now there were only a few female comrades at home.
Mu Mian pushed the door open and the old lady just looked over. "You are laughing like that. Did you pick up money on the road?"
Mu Mian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Hehe, almost."
Liu Shuangcui looked at what her daughter was holding in her hand. "What did Lele say in the letter?"
Mu Mian came over and said, "It wasn't sent by Lele, it was sent by the publishing house."
Mu Mian told the story in a rush.
It was obvious that the Mu family was destined to be festive and lively that night. Mu Fugui was so happy that he almost lifted Eleven up and spun him around a few times. Eleven, who was already an old dog, dodged his big hand very nimbly.
Although the three elders had little education and knew nothing about film studios, they had their own logic of understanding.
Televisions are so expensive, and movies can only be seen once every one or two years or even several years in the countryside. The unit that can produce these movies is naturally very remarkable.
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It's quite an achievement for our girl to be invited to do some work together!
The old lady prepared another delicious dinner. Soon it was late at night and Mu Mian was not sleepy because he was a little full. He took out the letter and read it again.
The young couple half-lay on the head of the bed, hugged each other and talked for a while.
Although he went to bed a little later than usual, Mu Mian got up earlier the next day.
Mainly because she had something on her mind, she planned to call the film studio after breakfast and when it was time to go to work.
Yesterday afternoon, I was so focused on going home to share my joy with my family that I didn't even bother to contact them.
As an intermediary, the editor of Pictorial Publishing House was very responsible. The letter he sent contained very detailed information about the contact person, address and phone number at the film studio.
The contact person is a lesbian named Xiang Xihua, who is also the screenwriter of the cartoon "Little Magpie".
Mu Mian happened to have seen this cartoon which was going to have a comic strip of the same name.
Strictly speaking, "The Little Magpie" is actually an animated film. Unlike later films that often last more than two hours, this animated film is only fifty minutes in total. The content is a bit like a fable, with great truths contained in small details.
When the projectionist came to the brigade to show movies last year, this film was one of them.
Not only that, they were able to publish a comic book with the same name. The fact that their team, who was so far away from Shanghai, could watch this animated film showed that this movie was truly popular all over the country.
Mu Mian also liked it very much when he watched it at that time, but he never thought that he would have such a fate with this movie.
In this era, the production process of cartoons was still quite cumbersome. Without the advanced computer technology of decades later, there were only a few types of cartoons, such as hand-drawn animations and puppet animations.
Further down the line, there are ink painting, clay, etc.
In essence, although some of the picture types are different, the subsequent production techniques are similar.
"Little Magpie" is not hand-drawn. If it were a hand-drawn animation, it would not be Mu Mian's turn to draw the comic strip of the same name.
You have to know that behind a plot or even an action in a hand-drawn animation, the artist may have to draw hundreds or thousands of pictures, some of which are drafts.
"Little Magpie" is a puppet animation, and the production process adopts frame-by-frame shooting, which is a common method in this era. The movements captured are quite coherent and smooth.
Mu Mian still remembers the general scenes and plot, mainly because she has only watched a few movies in total.
At around 8:30, Mu Mian took the letter to the switchboard and dialed the number given in the letter.
The transfer was quite quick, and soon a female voice came from the other end, who looked to be in her thirties or forties.
Mu Mian was the first to greet him, his voice quite high, "Hello, are you Comrade Xiang Xihua?"
On the other side, when Xiang Xihua found out it was Mu Mian, he immediately thought to himself, "It's true!" when he heard the young voice.
It was also some time ago, when she contacted the Pictorial Publishing House, that she found out that this little-known author was very young, had already published many works, and was only about 20 years old. At that time, Xiang Xihua was so shocked that she thought the other party was deceiving her.
There was a little distortion when the sound was transmitted through the phone, but even so, Xiang Xihua could still hear that the female comrade on the other side was indeed young and energetic, and she was just like her work.
After a simple greeting, Xiang Xihua put aside the emotion in his heart and said in a serious tone, "Comrade Mu, it's like this..."
Mu Mian listened very carefully. The letter he received yesterday only gave a general idea and did not mention many details.
On both ends of the phone, two lesbians, who were almost twice as old as each other, talked a lot to each other.
As the screenwriter of the animated film "Little Magpie", Xiang Xihua is of course responsible for writing the plot of the comic strip. Mu Mian is responsible for the painting part, and it is her painting style that the other party is attracted to.
This is actually quite convenient, and Mu Mian has no objection.
After this matter was confirmed, time seemed to have multiplied.
The entire November was spent on implementing the details. After all, the two parties were not in the same place and communication was not particularly convenient.
During this period, the two talked on the phone several times and sent each other a letter once.
By the time Mu Mian actually started painting, it was already December and Ningzhang City had completely entered winter.
Although it doesn't snow much, the winter in Ningzhang City is still quite cold, the kind that's damp and cold. As soon as you go out, you feel like the cold wind can penetrate into your bones.
We don't have a kang here, and we rely on a stove for daily heating.
After getting busy, Mu Mian often wrote and drew in his bedroom alone, with a brazier and burning charcoal next to him, so his hands and feet would not be cold at all.
Eleven often lies beside the brazier, looking lazy.
It used to go out for a run with Mu Fugui from time to time, but after the weather got cold, the dog didn't like to move anymore, so it did gain some weight.
December passed in a busy manner, and in the blink of an eye, it was already 1975.
The army and school are both closed on New Year's Day, so Mu Mian plans to take a day off as well.
The comic strip of "Little Magpie" has entered the final stage, with less than one-fifth of the content left. Previously, Xiang Xihua and I had agreed to submit the manuscript within two months. Because there is a lot of content, although the animated film is only 50 minutes long, Xiang Xihua enriched it a lot when writing the plot.
It is said to take two months, but if Mu Mian works harder, she can actually finish it in one month. She is very skilled at it now.
New Year's Day morning.
When Mu Mian woke up, he found that it was snowing a little outside and the temperature felt like it had dropped by several degrees.
Neither Wen Zhan nor Mu Zhuo could rest in the morning because an event was being organized and officers had to be present.
The family compound actually organized an event, but they still listened to the radio. This time, Mu Mian and the others didn't go to join in the fun. There was no stove in the auditorium, and it was very cold.
Anyway, I just listen to the radio. It’s so comfortable to listen to it at home sitting around the stove.
Potatoes were roasted under the stove, and a few oranges were heated next to it. The heated oranges were quite delicious. The peeled orange peels were usually hung next to it and roasted. When they were dried, they could be used to soak in water or added to dishes.
In the middle of the morning, the snow started to get a little heavier.
It looked pretty when floating in the air, but this amount of snow was not enough to accumulate. It melted soon after falling on the ground, making everything wet, just like it had rained.
When Wen Zhan and Mu Zhuo came back at noon, there was mud on the soles of their feet.
As soon as Mu Zhuo entered the room, he started shouting, "The wind is blowing so cold!"
Liu Shuangcui clicked her tongue and said, "Wipe your feet clean before coming in."
The two gay men stomped their feet at the door.
Mu Mian made room for his fourth brother and peeled an orange and handed it to him, "This bag of oranges Dad bought is so sweet."
Wen Chen lowered his head and took it into his mouth, "It is quite sweet."
Mu Zhuo leaned forward and asked, "Where's mine?"
Xixi was very enthusiastic, "Dad, I'll peel it for you!"
Mu Zhuo: "My daughter is really considerate."
Mu Mian, who was ordered, said, "Peel, peel, peel, I promise that big brother will eat enough."
Liu Shuangcui: "Don't mess with him, clean up the skin, heat up the food and eat."
The days are short in winter, and a day passes quickly when you stay at home.
In the evening, Mu Mian washed his hair and dried it in front of the stove before returning to bedroom 202.
Wen Zhan had already laid down, on the side where Mu Mian usually slept, to help warm the bed. That was what it was like without a kang. The quilt in winter was ice-cold before one lay down in it.
Mu Mian entered the room and closed the door, and Wen Chen gave up the seat next to him.
As soon as the cotton-padded jacket was taken off, the chilly feeling instantly hit him. Mu Mian immediately got into bed and hugged Wen Chen, "Hey, it's warm now."
The lights were on and the two of them hugged each other.
Wen Chen hugged his wife with both hands, "Are your feet cold? I put a hot water bottle there."
Mu Mian hooked his feet in the quilt and said, "It's quite hot."
Mu Mian placed one foot next to the hot water bottle and the other foot on Wen Chen's leg. "I wonder if the temperature will continue to drop tomorrow?"
Wen Chen: "I guess. The road may be covered with ice when we get up in the morning."
The young couple chatted about family matters in a haphazard manner, with the fair and tender daughter-in-law in his arms. By the end of the conversation, the two of them naturally stuck together again.
Although it was cold in the room, the temperature in the quilt was gradually rising.
It’s just that the previous process today was a bit too long. Mu Mian felt that her clothes were all wrinkled, but her fourth brother still didn’t take the next step.
The thing just stayed there and was not taken out.
Mu Mian was stuck in a dilemma, so he patted Wen Zhan's chest and urged him silently.
The next second, Wen Chen held his wife's hand, buried his head beside Mu Mian's neck, took two deep breaths, and calmed down for a few seconds before saying, "You, it seems like you're already half a month late."
Upon hearing this, Mu Mian's originally confused mind suddenly became clear and his eyes widened slightly.
During this period of time, her mind was on the comic strip. If the fourth brother hadn't told her, she would have
Be aware.
Her period, which was always on time, did not come last month!
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