Rebirth of the Father of Anime

"Moebius, do you want to come to our Tianman?"

"Come on, He Chen, you ask me this question every day when we meet. If I hadn't known that you had a beautiful girlfriend, I would have doubted whether you were gay... 23u. Read the latest and most complete novels."

Moebius, who is in his fifties, has a European and American iconic hook nose and sparse hair on the top of his head, but he is full of energy. With his bright eyes and sharp gaze, coupled with his thin and sinister face, he looked like a sinister villain.

Although his smile looks a little cold, he is a good person with a free and easy personality and is very talkative.

Moebius and He Chen chatted familiarly. Of course, Ling Yan acted as the translator. Moebius did not understand Chinese.

At the exchange meeting, Moebius and He Chen met. Moebius was very interested in the people who created comics. He was eloquent, and He Chen also wanted to make friends. The two quickly became friends.

These days, no matter where he is, He Chen will ask him the same question every time he meets him, and he always refuses very simply.

"The Chinese pronunciation of your name is gay. If you want to doubt, doubt yourself first. Come to Tianman, come to me. We can exchange comic art every day, and we can also let you watch the production of "My Neighbor Totoro" process, even if you want a life-size full-color poster of "eva" drawn by yourself, no problem!"

From the conversation, He Chen knew that Moebius liked "My Neighbor Totoro" and "eva" very much. The fairy tale color of "My Neighbor Totoro" fascinated him, and the delicate sci-fi metal style of "eva" fascinated him.

So He Chen used these two temptations to seduce him, but He Chen didn't have any hope in his heart and his tone was calm. As if it were a routine matter. Because Moebius would always reject him without hesitation.

"Tsk. What a heart-warming invitation. It's a pity. If you could have been born thirty years earlier, I would have gone with you right away." Moebius said regretfully. He looked at He Chen with a smile, his eyes twinkling. , "The comics you created are the greatest innovations of this century. You let me see an infinite world. I want to draw this world... If I join Tianman, it will make me feel like I am locked up. feeling, then I would not be able to draw the infinite world in my heart. I am a person who yearns for freedom and does not like to be restricted, so I opened a magazine specifically to facilitate my drawing of comics. Moreover, if Don’t you feel bored now that Tianman has no rival? Let’s use comics to communicate with us!”

Moebius is more than twice as old as He Chen, but his blood has not cooled down, but is boiling even more than He Chen's.

He Chen sighed in his heart. It seems that becoming an opponent is inevitable.

"You dig me every time,

Then I'll dig you out once too. Are you interested in coming to Europe to further explore higher realms of art? Your artistic talent is amazing, and you are proficient in all styles of painting, but after all, you are only in China, which is the holy land of ink painting. Europe is the holy land of oil painting and gouache painting. Only here can you feel the unique charm hidden in it, just like if you want to experience ink painting, you must go to China. I think you are the only one who can reach a deeper level now! "

He Chen adhered to his "no talking" principle. At exchange meetings, he would only say a few words unless others asked him about the content of the comics. At other times, he remains "taciturn" and appears to be inarticulate. In fact, they are crazy about absorbing the "pretending posture" of these masters so that they can use it to deal with other situations in the future.

He Chen is well-known, and no one would think that He Chen is a deceitful person - a brand-new art form cannot be just blown away, these are real achievements.

Ling Qianshan, on the other hand, thought that He Chen was too modest and asked He Chen to talk more about his own opinions and confirm them with everyone. Only through the impact of thoughts, the collision of ideas, and the blending of souls can one move to a higher level.

He even brought the topic to He Chen several times. It seemed that Ling Qianshan not only supported He Chen, but also wanted He Chen to be his successor and a representative of the Chinese art world.

Although he had good intentions, He Chen also complained in his heart. He was mute and couldn't tell the pain of eating Coptis chinensis.

He was well aware of the principle of saying too much and making mistakes, so he took advantage of the situation and simply used on-site painting instead.

From sketches, comics, ink paintings, oil paintings, and gouache paintings, he demonstrated his unique "pretending skills". Not to mention his level, the speed of painting alone shocked countless masters present. In these "big touches" What is shown in front of me is called "super big touch".

When they carefully savored the live paintings displayed by He Chen, their hearts were even more shocked.

What He Chen painted was the scene of the exchange meeting, depicting the scene in various styles - He Chen's plug-in made him best at painting such paintings with reference objects.

But in the eyes of the masters, this has another meaning - this is not prepared, this is improvised, and every style is performed extremely well, and all the characteristics are perfectly grasped.

Generally speaking, mastering one of them is enough to be called a master. But now He Chen's ability in several paintings can be called mastery.

Everyone discussed the content of He Chen's on-site painting and asked He Chen about its deep meaning.

He Chen said calmly, the painting is there, you can take a look. Then he stood aside and smiled or nodded, but just said nothing, regardless of whether he understood or not understood everyone's analysis of the painting. And everyone was also analyzing it with interest, and admired He Chen even more.

He Chen was thinking, Damn it, you are indeed an artist, how did you all see these contents!

Then he worked hard to write down these contents, maybe they could be used later.

The exchange meeting went extremely smoothly and happily. The masters also had a deeper understanding of He Chen's bottomless strength. They called He Chen the son of art, born specifically for art, and an unprecedented super genius. .

That's why Moebius had the idea of ​​keeping He Chen. They felt that He Chen should not belong to China, but He Chen belonged to the whole world!

"Moebius, you don't have to waste your breath."

Regarding Moebius's invitation, Ling Qianshan refused with a smile. Although Ling Qianshan and Moebius have different pursuits (Ling Qianshan hopes to revitalize Chinese culture and promote Chinese culture to the world. Moebius pursues art). However, we often communicate with each other about the development and prospects of art, and we can be regarded as old friends for many years.

There is no way to tell which one is better or worse in pursuit of the two. It can only be said that their concepts are different.

Just as the treasures left by countless artists are contributions to the art world, the contributions of those who promote art are equally important to the art world.

"Ling Qianshan, how do you know that I am just wasting my words? Maybe He Chen's heart will move and he will agree. After all, come out. Only then can he see a wider world. His future will be more dazzling than you and me." Mo Bisi said exaggeratedly to Ling Qianshan, and then winked at He Chen.

"Well, then you ask him."

Ling Qianshan simply asked him directly to He Chen.

Moebius looked at He Chen: "He Chen, what do you think?"

"Not interested." He Chen replied lightly, just as Moebius rejected him, he also rejected Moebius.

Art was completely out of reach for him, as far away as a mirage. Unless He Chen was possessed by someone else one day, how could he give up comics and pursue art - unless art could embody the characters in comics for him.

Moebius let out an exaggerated sigh of regret. It was as if He Chen had given up something very valuable.

Then he caught sight of Ling Yan, sizing up this beautiful woman who was full of oriental classical flavor with suspicion, and his tone was full of malicious distrust: "Ling Yan, you must be with your grandfather, I know it must be you You mistranslated my words, or translated He Chen's words into the opposite meaning! He Chen must have answered 'come' just now!"

Ling Yan looked at the master calmly and replied calmly with a light voice: "Chinese language has one word and one sound, and He Chen's answer has three sounds."

"That's 'I do'!" Moebius replied immediately.

For Master Moebius who started to act rogue, Ling Yan directly used He Chen's best placement play, directly shielding him from his eyes, ears, and brain, and the world suddenly became quiet.

"Ah! I know! Ling Qianshan, you are so insidious. You actually betrayed your granddaughter and used a beauty trap to tie up He Chen... As expected of China, you are well versed in the art of war. You are so insidious and cunning! You are from the art world. Shame, if He Chen fails to reach that deeper realm in the end, you will be the sinner of the entire art world! Do you think you are the only one who has a granddaughter? I also have a granddaughter!" Moebius's brain was like a wild dog running wild. Run wildly on the infinite road of thought.

Ling Yan did not translate, and took a sip of the authentic French red wine brought by Moebius. The sourness filled his mouth. Ling Yan frowned slightly, feeling that Mamiko's black tea was still delicious, and retorted to Moebius: "If my memory is correct, , you only have one granddaughter, and she should be less than 3 years old..."

"..." There was a strange silence, and Moebius suddenly asked Ling Yan to translate for He Chen. He asked He Chen what he meant by inviting everyone to an open-air gathering on the rooftop of the hotel on this cold day, and whether he was going to hold some mysterious ceremony. ?

Moebius picked up a round piece of cake and took a bite. A strange taste stimulated his taste buds, making him frown. He chewed for a long time before swallowing it with difficulty. Then he put the cake aside and quickly used it. The red wine regains its vitality, and through the lights and moonlight, you can see several kinds of nuts.

"Mid-Autumn Festival, this is an ancient Chinese festival..." He Chen tasted red wine and popularized the culture of traditional Chinese festivals to the invited art masters.

What prompted this gathering was that in a foreign country, on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, the system once again sent a big gift package.

"Mission to unlock the Mid-Autumn Festival Gift Pack: Spread the Chinese Mid-Autumn Festival culture to foreigners." (To be continued...)

ps: Speed ​​up, it’s really dragging here. I thought for a long time that this is a comic novel, not an art fair, and the things at the exchange meeting were just briefly mentioned. After all, there is really nothing to write about (actually, the author really can’t talk nonsense).

I'd better continue writing comics. There are countless things in comics that make me nonsense.

There will be prizes for guessing what will be unlocked this time. If you guess correctly, you will get an update.

(I promise, absolutely no one can guess it, hahahahahaha)