Chapter 210 "No one can be left behind"
Fang Minghua did not insist on writing a novel about teachers for Zhang Yimou, but he did have such an idea.
Grassroots teachers are really working hard.
He remembered that before he came to this era, his junior high school Chinese teacher was named Meng. His situation was slightly better than Li Yuanfu. He was a middle school teacher and student in the 1980s.
It is said that I got the third place in the county in the high school entrance examination that year. After graduating from the middle school normal school, I started teaching in elementary school and then went to the countryside to teach junior high school. I taught conscientiously all my life and had many students all over the world, but I was always the best. Technical secondary school diploma.
I was proud of it at first, but the value of the diploma gradually depreciated, and in the end I was ashamed to say it. Just because the diploma could not be improved, the subsequent evaluation of professional titles was often hindered. In the end, he retired only as a second-level teacher.
Teacher Meng is really good.
He was able to speak standard Mandarin without any dialect. Fang Minghua still remembers his emotional recitation of "The Inscription on the Humble Room":
The mountains are not high, and the immortals are famous; the water is not there. Deep, there is the expression and the ups and downs of the dragon's spirit
It just happened that Zhang Yimou proposed this idea today.
Didn't he make a movie about rural teachers called "No One Less"?
I heard it is adapted from the novel "There is a Sun in the Sky".
Fang Minghua has not read this novel but has seen the movie.
Just write it.
Write the script directly, or you can continue to write it as a novel and publish it.
Just do it. Fang Minghua returned home and finished coding "My Journey Is the Stars and the Sea" the next night as planned, and then started writing the script.
The script is not complicated.
Teacher Gao of Shuiquan Primary School was going home to visit her seriously ill mother. Wei Minzhi, a 13-year-old girl, was hired by the village chief from a neighboring village to teach for a month.
Seeing that Wei Minzhi was too young, Teacher Gao thought she was unable to teach and did not want her to take over the class. The village chief told Teacher Gao that it was not easy to find such a person, and asked Wei Minzhi to keep an eye on the students and wait for Teacher Gao to come back for a month.
The dropout situation among Shuiquan Primary School students is very serious. Students are lost every year, and now there are only twenty-eight students left. Before leaving, Teacher Gao repeatedly told Wei Minzhi to keep an eye on the students and not leave out any of them.
Wei Minzhi didn't know how to teach, so she asked students to copy texts all day long and counted the number of students every day. Seeing that she was young, the students did not listen to her and even made trouble on purpose, making the classroom noisy. But she ignored them and just stood guard at the door of the classroom, refusing to let the students leave until the time was up.
Ten-year-old Zhang Huike had to drop out of school to work in the city in order to pay off his family's debts. Wei Minzhi kept in mind Teacher Gao's instructions, and no one was left behind, determined to find Zhang Huike, and embarked on the road to the city to find the person alone
This movie was released around 2000 and won domestic awards. Golden Rooster Award, Golden Lion Award at Venice International Film Festival and many other awards.
A simple, simple yet touching story, with a warmth and sweetness that is irresistible.
It doesn’t have to be written according to the original script, it can be roughly the same.
A script only has about 30,000 words. With the computer, the writing speed will be accelerated immediately. When Fang Minghua was writing in front of the computer in the evening, Song Tangtang came again.
I saw that what he was writing on the computer was not science fiction but a realistic novel. I was surprised: "Minghua, why did you start the script again?"
"I agreed to someone's request." Fang Minghua He briefly recounted the experience of having dinner with Wu Tianmin and Zhang Yimou that day.
“Do you admire Zhang Yimou very much?”
“It’s okay, but even if it weren’t for him I would still want to write this.” Fang Minghua replied:
"No matter how hard it is for children, no matter how poor they are, education cannot just be said but must be done. We are not the ones who formulate policies, but if we publicize them more and attract the attention of the whole society, I think we can still do it."
< br>Song Tangtang nodded after hearing this, and suddenly thought of something and said: "After sending the books I bought to Guanjiabao Primary School, Teacher Li also sent a letter expressing his gratitude and saying that the children liked these books very much."
"That's good. In the future, if I earn more money, I will use some of it to specifically support teachers and students in impoverished mountainous areas."
"Minghua, I support this. You!"
"That's good." "Okay, hurry up and write, I'll read a book." After the girl finished speaking, she sat quietly and took out a book from her bag. .
"The Practice of Management" written by American management scientist Peter Drucker.
There is nothing much to do at work recently, so if he has time during the day, he will go home and write the script at home. It only took him four days to write the script of about 30,000 words. According to the meal time that day Print out the address Zhang Yimou left and mail it.
Okay, the next step is to restore the script into a novel and try to complete it before the Spring Festival.
At this time, Zhang Yimou was living at the home of his father-in-law and mother-in-law in Xingping.
He worked at the Guizhou Film Factory, and his wife Xiao Hua worked at a factory in Xingping. The factory did not allocate a house to her, and they had a daughter, so Xiao Hua and her daughter lived in her parents' home.
Zhang Yimou naturally stayed here when he went home to visit relatives during the New Year.
The house is not big, it is an old-fashioned two-bedroom apartment, with a total area of more than 60 square meters. The home seems crowded, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law are not very fond of him, which makes him feel like he is dependent on someone else.
But his wife was very kind to him, which comforted him.
On this day, he was helping to make briquettes at home - when he usually uses briquettes, some black coal chips are left behind and are not burned in the stove. After a long time, he can collect a large amount and mix it with water for use. The briquette mold can be cast into new briquettes, which saves money. Many families do this these days.
Zhang Yimou was busy doing this in his woodshed in front of his family's building, his hands black with coal, when he suddenly heard the sound of a bicycle bell coming from outside, and then someone called: "No. 301, Unit 2, Building 8, Zhang Yimou, letter!"
“Here we go.”
Zhang Yimou hurried out of the woodshed and received thick registered letters from the postman, which turned out to be from "Yanhe" magazine!
He found some scrap newspapers to wipe his hands clean, and carefully opened the envelope. It turned out to be a novel - no, it was a movie script!
A movie script ready for filming!
He didn't bother to beat the briquettes any more and just squatted on the ground and looked carefully.
“Yimou, it’s time to eat!”
It was his wife’s shout from upstairs that woke him up from the script.
He replied and hurried up to the third floor with the script.
As soon as I entered the door, I heard my mother-in-law ask: "Have you finished beating the briquettes?"
Oops!
I just read the script and forgot about this!
Seeing Zhang Yimou's somewhat embarrassed expression, the mother-in-law understood immediately, her face turned dark, she put the basin in her hand on the table, turned around and entered the kitchen.
"Mom, it's okay. I'll go fight with Yimou after eating." Xiao Hua said quickly next to him.
Seeing his mother enter the kitchen, Xiao Hua complained in a low voice: "What are you doing down there? You haven't even finished a few briquettes in such a long time?"
"I'm reading the script."
"Script?"
"Yes, it's a script specially written for me by the writer Minghua!" Zhang Yimou looked excited and raised a wad in his hand Manuscript paper.
(End of this chapter)