Chapter 56 056 "Youth" will be adapted into a drama (please collect and vote to read)
Going to work on time this morning, Fang Minghua first turned on the coal stove, made a cup of tea, and then sat at the desk He took out a large stack of envelopes and looked at them slowly.
These were sent by readers from all over the country during his trip to Gansu Province. Fang Minghua read and sorted them out. Some needed to be replied to, while others were skipped.
One of the important letters is a letter from the literary and art editorial department of "People's Liberation Army". The letter told Fang Minghua that the first single edition of "Youth" will be printed at 50,000 copies, and it will be decided whether to add more copies based on feedback from bookstores and readers. print.
50,000 copies. In later generations, it would be a great thing to be able to print so many copies of a physical book, but in this era, it is really not that much.
The first printing of "Life" by Lu Yao next door was 130,000 copies, and I heard that the magazine is planning to pursue additional printings.
Fang Minghua replied politely and expressed his gratitude to the magazine.
Li Li, a student at Western University, also wrote a letter, describing some of her troubles: "Teacher Minghua, I like poetry very much, but I found that I can't write as good a poem as you, or even Even the ones written by other students in our literary club are not as good as those written by me.
My classmates all like to hear me recite poetry, but they don’t like the poems I write. Alas.
Fang Minghua saw it. Laughing here
There seemed to be a girl in front of him, holding her chin, sitting in front of the desk in a daze.
So cute.
Gotta comfort her.
"Classmate Li Li, since the classmates like to hear you recite poetry, then you should recite it to them. Recitation is a very meaningful thing. You can appreciate the beauty of language and appreciate the poetry and articles. Isn’t it great to appreciate the beauty of the rhythm of poetry and articles, feel the emotional beauty of poetry and articles, and appreciate the beauty of artistic conception of poetry and articles, so that you can appreciate the charm of Chinese language and language art? ”
"As for writing poor poetry, you don't necessarily have to be a poet. It's fine as a hobby. You can just like it. And poetry, if you read more, you will naturally write better. You don't have to read it. Modern poetry, including ancient Chinese poetry including "The Book of Songs" and "Chu Ci" are all very beautiful. It would be better to read more ancient poetry. ”
Seeing that he had written a whole page eloquently, Fang Minghua suddenly felt more and more like a close sister in front of Li Li.
It took Fang Minghua a whole morning to process all the letters, replying to those that should be answered, and sending those that should be sent.
When it was about to eat at noon, Wang Juan ran to the backyard where he lived and said, "Xiao Fang, President Huang asked you to go to his office first."
"What's the matter? ?”
“I don’t know, two soldiers came to the president’s office.”
"Soldier? Male or female?" Fang Minghua asked quickly.
Wang Juan glanced at him and then said: "Of course he is a man."
Thinking differently.
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Fang Minghua quickly tidied up his appearance, hurriedly left the courtyard and went to the president's office on the third floor of the front office building.
Knocking on the door and going in, President Huang was talking to two middle-aged soldiers. When he saw him coming in, he immediately smiled and said: "Xiao Fang, let me introduce you. These two are Director Zhao and Director Yang from the General Political Repertory Theater."
"This is the author of "Youth", Comrade Fang Minghua."
"Young, younger than I thought." Director Zhao was a little older, shook hands with Fang Minghua and said: "I didn't expect that I could write such a good novel at such a young age."
"Thank you for the award."
After a few words of greeting, Director Zhao revealed the purpose : "Comrade Xiaofang, we are here to discuss with you this time. We would like to adapt your "Youth" into a drama. Do you agree?"
Agree, why not?
The General Political Repertory Theater.
At this stage, it is one of the most powerful drama troupes in China, not to mention that this is the military theme that they are best at. I definitely agree.
"I agree." Fang Minghua immediately expressed his stance.
"That's good, we will sign the agreement in a moment." Director Zhao said: "Also, Comrade Xiao Fang, do you have any good opinions and suggestions for adapting this novel into a drama?"
Forget it.
In front of Zhu Lin, I can still say a few words, but in front of other professionals, do I dare to do whatever I want to do? "Director Zhao, you're welcome, I don't understand drama." Fang Minghua said.
"I heard that President Huang said that you also wrote the script for the novel "Into the Dust" you wrote."
Yes
But movie scripts and drama scripts are two different things.
Actually, Fang Minghua also knew that the other party was just saying a few polite words to express respect for the author.
A few people chatted for a while and signed the adaptation agreement on the spot. Finally, Director Zhao said:
"Comrade Xiaofang, when our drama is rehearsed and performed later, we will invite you to Yanjing watched.”
This is a good thing.
Can I go to Yanjing on official business again?
Fang Minghua happily accepted the invitation.
The two soldiers left in a hurry without even eating, saying they had to rush back to Yanjing to prepare for the drama.
There is still 100 yuan left. Drama adaptation copyright fees.
Fang Minghua’s life has become leisurely.
When I go to work, I drink tea and read books and newspapers. Then I go out for a walk, which is called patrol inspection. Then I drink tea and read books and newspapers in my room.
But why are there all kinds of comments about Yao Yao's "Life" published in newspapers?
After returning from Gansu Province, Fang Minghua discovered that the craze for "Life" in newspapers and magazines not only did not cool down, but intensified.
As for the judgment of "Gao Jialin", readers at different levels had a fierce confrontation from different angles. There were voices of understanding, voices of affirmation, and completely opposite voices of condemnation and criticism. It is full of excitement and excitement, and has become a unique sight in contemporary cultural life.
Fang Minghua looked at it and shook his head.
Actually, Lu Yao didn't think that at all, right?
It’s just readers over-interpreting it.
No way, the literary world has always been like this.
Lu Yao was probably busy enough, so no wonder he didn’t see him later.
After eating in the workplace canteen at noon that day, Fang Minghua saw that the weather was nice and the sun was warm, so he walked around the street and returned to the workplace. As soon as he walked to the gate, he saw Lu Yao holding a A cigarette hurriedly came out this way.
"Brother Lu." Fang Minghua greeted with a smile: "The magazine office hasn't gone to work yet."
"I'm here to find you. I went to your dormitory and you weren't there."
"I'm going out. After walking around for a while, what do you want from me?”
“Didn’t I lend you 15 yuan a while ago? I almost forgot about it because of so many things going on recently.”
said. Lu Yao took out the money from his pocket.
Fang Minghua accepted it after a few polite words, and then said: "Brother Lu, I see that newspapers and magazines are discussing your "Life". Brother Lu, you are a famous celebrity now."
Unexpectedly, Lu Yao sighed after hearing this: "Well, I wanted to be famous when I was not famous, but when I became famous, I did a lot of nonsense. Now I am bored to death."
"What's wrong?" Fang Minghua asked with concern. .
"Go to my house and have a chat. Your sister-in-law is at work. I'm not worried about Mingming being alone at home. I have to go back and watch.
"Okay. ”
Fang Minghua agreed, since he had nothing to do now, so he followed Lu Yao towards the Writers' Association compound.
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