Chapter 584: The novel written ten years ago was written by the same people as it is now.
The film tells the story of Li Li, a female textile worker who works in a textile factory that is on the verge of closing down. She leads a repetitive and peaceful life every day. Working and taking care of her husband and children have almost become her entire life. Suddenly one day, Li Li was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and the rest of her life became precious. Li Li decided to go to BJ to find her first love boyfriend Zhao Luhan, and settle her last knot.
The shooting location was the Fourth National Cotton Factory in Xijing!
In the huge textile factory, the textile machines are performing a mechanical dance; on the empty podium, the choir sings old songs of the former Soviet Union over and over with the sound of the organ;
The heat In the bustling public bathhouse, the female textile workers who are no longer young are naked, and their aging bodies cannot take away their still excited hearts...
It is such a group that, in the rolling wheel of the times, still stands in a posture of rejection, stubbornly and habitually operating the old machines, following the old system, and living in an outdated situation.
Until one day the building started to collapse.
Yu Nan also contributed several R-rated shots to this end.
How about writing one too?
Fang Minghua drove back to his small courtyard, went up to the second floor to make a cup of tea, turned on the computer and started thinking about this matter.
The story is not complicated, but the director "wrote" the tragic fate of an ordinary woman in an ordinary family vividly on the page. The key point is that it is natural and appropriate without any embellishment.
The two bathhouse scenes can be said to be the most vivid scenes in the entire film. Because of this, they almost failed to pass the review.
In the 1990s, bathhouses and dance halls were considered magical existences. Whenever you enter these two places, you will feel like you are seeing a Ukiyo-e.
Fang Minghua also understands this, especially in the dance hall, where the various aspects of life are vividly displayed.
The movie devotes the most bizarre scene to the ballroom.
In order to make a living, husbands rode bicycles and sent their wives to dance halls to make money, chatting and laughing along the way.
When we got to the place, the husbands were smoking and waiting outside, while the women were dancing inside to make money.
As soon as they heard a fight broke out inside, they all put down their cigarette butts and rushed in.
It turns out that under the peaceful appearance, the man's dignity has completely lost to the embarrassing life.
Not only must he swallow his anger, but he must also put his woman into the arms of a strange man.
And this is the original appearance of life after it has been stripped away.
Fang Minghua drank tea quietly and conceived a novel.
Movies are different from novels. Movies require huge visual impact. For example, Abao's thrilling business war in the TV series "Flowers" is not at all in the original novel.
There is also the dancing scene in this movie. Fang Minghua plans to slightly modify it. The protagonist and her husband will be a family. The novel does not need such a strong impact. What it needs most is the glimmer of hope hidden in the helplessness.
Also, the name Li Li is not very good. Let’s change it.
Fang Minghua spent the whole morning thinking about it. At noon, he cooked some food at home, took a nap, and then went back to the study to write.
In a huge factory with thousands of machines, Zhang Li, who was still angry because her wages were deducted, was able to reach her position accurately.
In this workshop that buzzes all day long, memory has long become instinctive.
It is Zhang Li’s daily routine to stuff cotton balls into her ears and keep fiddling with the cotton yarn on the machine.
In addition, she would avoid the factory boss, sneak a bite or two of food, and smoke a few puffs of cigarette against the wall with her coworkers during lunch break to complain
Fang Minghua only planned to write a short story, the same as the one "Red Dresses Are Popular on the Street" ten years ago.
Fang Minghua spent the entire afternoon coding like crazy.
The breeze outside is just right, the sun is not dry, and the courtyard is quiet. The sound of typing can be heard from the study room on the second floor.
Until Song Tangtang comes back.
Song Tangtang parked the car, entered the living room, and found that it was quiet inside.
Huh?
Where is my husband?
If there is no socializing in the evening, Fang Minghua will prepare the meal and wait for Song Tangtang to come home for dinner. Except for three meals a day on weekends, the time when the couple eats together is in the evening. Does he have a social life?
Should I make a phone call?
Years ago, Song Tangtang also bought a mobile phone due to work needs, so it was very convenient to contact her.
The German Shepherd Xiaodou Miao who was following her seemed to understand what the hostess was thinking, and immediately barked twice and ran upstairs.
Song Tangtang followed.
Sure enough, Xiao Doumiao went up to the second floor and stood at the door of Fang Minghua's study. He barked twice more, which meant: "He is here."
Song Tangtang touched him very affectionately. He patted Xiaodou Miao's dog's head as a reward, then gently opened the door and went in. As expected, he saw Fang Minghua concentrating on the screen and writing.
She didn't want to disturb her, and was just about to close the door and quietly exit, but Fang Minghua felt something, and when she turned around, she saw Song Tangtang standing at the door.
"After get off work? Oops. I haven't cooked yet." Fang Minghua thought of something.
"It doesn't matter, you write it, I'll do it." Song Tangtang said gently, and asked curiously: "What are you writing?"
After that, he walked over.
"Textile Girl"!
Song Tangtang read the title of the novel and asked, "You want to write about female textile workers?"
"Yes, a writer's job is to write down what he sees and hears so that more people can know about it." Fang Minghua said lightly.
The novel is not long, about 8,000 words. After Fang Minghua finished writing it, he revised it repeatedly for two days and printed it out. At noon on the third day, Fang Minghua drove to the "Yanhe" magazine.
The car was parked in the yard. As soon as Fang Minghua went upstairs, he saw Zhang Yanqian head-on.
"Congratulations, Yan Qian." Fang Minghua smiled.
It turns out that Zhang Yanqian has been promoted to the deputy editor-in-chief of the magazine and the leader of the novel team. Last year, she worked in the jury office and read a large number of excellent works that were submitted for selection. She also participated in the preliminary review meeting of the reading class and listened to the comments of the participants on the works. This is very important for her. Her appreciation as an editor has greatly improved.
So, I was promoted to deputy editor by Bai Miao not long ago.
Hearing Fang Minghua’s congratulations, Zhang Yanqian felt a little embarrassed: “Teacher Fang, thank you for your careful guidance.”
Fang Minghua chuckled: “I’m not that capable.”
"Teacher Fang, are you looking for Editor Bai? He is in the office." Zhang Yanqian said.
"Oh, you are the deputy editor now. According to the regulations, I will submit the manuscript to you." Fang Minghua said and handed her a stack of manuscripts in the briefcase.
"Teacher Fang, what did you write? Okay, I will take a look at it carefully." Zhang Yanqian happily accepted the manuscript.
Fang Minghua had nothing to do since the manuscript was handed over to Zhang Yanqian, but now that he was here, he was going to sit in Bai Miao's office.
Bai Miao was reading the manuscript. When he saw Fang Minghua knocking on the door and coming in, he stood up and greeted with a smile: "Sit down, where are you sitting? The gust of wind blew you here?"
"I wrote it. A short story, I just gave it to Yan Qian." Fang Minghua got straight to the point.
"Ouch? Minghua, you started writing a novel again? What is it about?" Bai Miao asked while pouring tea.
"The story about the female textile worker is called "Textile Girl"" Fang Minghua briefly told the outline of the story.
After hearing this, Bai Miao was silent for a while and then said: "Minghua, this reminds me of "Red Dresses Are Popular on the Street" that you wrote 10 years ago. In fact, think about it, the same group of people wrote it Ah.”
(End of this chapter)