Chapter 19 Movie Script
What to write in your next work?
"Abandoned Capital"? "White Deer Plain"? Isn’t that just being criticized?
It must be safe, famous, and make money!
Fang Yan was stunned for a moment and shook his head:
"I haven't decided what to write yet."
"It's normal to not have thought about it yet. Literary creation is not something that can be accomplished overnight." Hu Cai nodded understandingly.
"Yes, writing especially requires inspiration. A conversation, a person, or even an object may provide inspiration."
Lu Yao took out the cigarette case from his pocket, "My The source of inspiration is cigarettes. As long as you smoke, inspiration will come naturally."
Fang Yan joked: "Good guy, Baocheng! 2 cents per pack, your inspiration is a bit expensive."
"Hahaha!"
In an instant, the whole room burst into laughter.
“It’s Lu Yao’s old habit!”
Jia Pingwa also joked: “After I get paid, I buy a pack of good cigarettes first, everything else is secondary, and I have to be decent. But I don’t care about appearance.”
Lu Yao argued: “You don’t understand this. Only by smoking good cigarettes can you have a solemn mood. Only by maintaining a solemn mood can you have inspiration and ability. A solemn creation.”
"You just have a lot of lies."
Hu Cai shared his experience: "The key to inspiration is to see more, think more, walk more, and talk more. For example, on the platform just now, you and Yanzi Don’t many interesting ideas pop up when we talk about ‘reflective literature’?”
“Teacher Hu is right.”
Jia Pingwa, Mo Shen and others all agree.
“There’s still some time until noon, why don’t we continue chatting?”
Fang Yan is going to brainstorm and listen to their opinions, which may provide some ideas for his next creation.
But what is disappointing is that it is either the cliché scar literature, or it is just following the trend, jumping from scar literature to the framework of reflective literature.
After all, "The Wrangler" has fired the first shot of reflective literature, and it is likely to replace scar literature and become the new mainstream literary direction. There are as many such writers as crucian carp crossing the river.
On the other hand, Lu Yao, who had been active just now, smoked a cigarette in silence for a while, and then slowly said:
"I want to vote for "Thrilling Scene" again. ”
Fang Yan raised his eyebrows and noticed that everyone talking and laughing suddenly became silent. The entire partition became extremely quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the footsteps in the aisle and the "clang" of the carriage.
“You really haven’t given up yet.”
Hu Cai sighed.
“Give up? What do you mean?”
Fang Yan cast an inquiring look.
""Thrilling Scene" is a novel I wrote in 1978. It has been rejected repeatedly. Now, more than a year later, it has been rejected countless times. Even I can't remember it."
Lu Yao smiled bitterly. Among the northern Shaanxi delegation, he was the only one who had always been tepid and did not have any outstanding masterpieces.
“Why?”
Fang Yan asked curiously.
“His novel is very good, but the theme is too bold, the thinking is too advanced, and it can even be said to be somewhat inappropriate.”
Hu Cai shook his head.
Lu Yao simply told the entire story of "A Thrilling Scene". The background was that special period. It was based on what he saw and heard, as well as real people.
“It is indeed very advanced.”
After listening to Dialect from beginning to end, it is simply bolder than "Maple". It is equivalent to Chun Sheng's independent unit story in "Alive".
How about writing "Alive"?
I live by "living"? Can Yu Hua still be alive?
“Yes, I was planning to give up originally, but after talking to you Yanzi about reflecting on literature for so long, and listening to you talk about your thoughts on revising “Wrangler”, I started to reflect again.”
The corner of Lu Yao's mouth raised. "I was influenced by scar literature at that time. I focused on criticism and wrote too violently."
"No, it's like a crusade." Hu Caidao.
Lu Yao said: "We have to change it, focus on the process and spirit of daring to fight, and write about the positive side."
"After the changes have been made, why don't you give it a try to "Yenjing Literature and Art"? I'll ask the editorial department teacher to take a look. Maybe there is something for it?"
Fang Yan said that he was the assistant editor of "Yenjing Literature and Art" .
“I didn’t expect Yanzi to be with us now!”
Hu Cai said happily: “‘Yanjing Literature and Art’, well, it is indeed a good choice, Lu Yao, what do you think? ?" Lu Yao saw that dialects were getting better and better, and his fighting spirit ignited. Since "Wrangler" was published in "Yanjing Literature and Art", he might as well vote for "Yanjing Literature and Art" and start from the same starting line.
"Then it's settled!"
Fang Yan wants to help him in both public and private matters.
Yu Gong, Lu Yao is one of the future pillars of the literary world in northern Shaanxi. Although he has not read the complete "Thrilling Scene", his writing must be good if it is so highly praised by the delegation.
Yu Zi can be regarded as his first starting point. Even if he fails to pass the final review of the editorial department, he can still get closer to Lu Yao and develop into a general under Fang Xiaojiang in the future.
Book one of the Five Tiger Generals!
"If "Yanjing Literature and Art" upholds the 'death sentence' this time, I will burn the manuscript."
Lu Yao made his determination like a vow.
“No, it’s not.”
“Yanzi, don’t persuade me, just do it!”
“Okay.”
Seeing that Lu Yao was as stubborn as an old scalper, Fang Yan gave up the idea of dissuading him and took out a 65-style kettle from his bag:
"Would you like some water?"
"Hey , Yanzi, give me some.”
“And me!”
“Why didn’t the conductor come to deliver water?”
Before Lu Yao could speak, Mo Shen and others took out their rice bowls and asked him for water while rushing into the aisle and shouting.
After a while, the conductor came with a hot water bottle.
"Yanzi, what are you thinking about? The hot water has gone cold."
Lu Yao saw him holding a rice bowl and staring out the window in a daze.
“What am I thinking about writing next?”
Fang Yan woke up from a dream and took a drink of water.
“Have you thought of it?”
“No.”
“If you don’t have a clue, just think about it slowly. Do you want me to smell it?”
Lu Yao handed over a Baocheng teasingly.
Fang Yan smiled happily and joked: "Give me another fire."
Seeing that he just put it under his nose and sniffed it, Hu Cai joked: "I didn't expect Yanzi to be so young at such a young age." Old smoker, one look, two sniffs."
"Hahaha!"
Everyone laughed loudly, and the laughter spread throughout the carriage.
Fang Yan laughed along, but when he thought that he still owed Wang Jie three novels, he couldn't help but have a headache. What should he write?
Once you've written it, you'll get royalties, fame, and honors.
If you don’t write well, you will be regarded as someone who has exhausted your talents, and you may be scolded, not only by readers, but also by editors and critics. Today’s literary world is not the entertainment world of my previous life.
Bad acting skills, bad movies, and still sky-high salaries.
"Yanzi, if you really can't think of it, why not try to write "Wrangler" as a movie script, but I just don't know if you can write a movie script?"
Hu Cai gave an answer Advice from seniors.
"Movie script?!"
Talk in dialect, make a movie!
Hu Cai smiled and said: "Yes, it would be a pity if your story "The Wrangler" is not made into a movie. When I return to Chang'an, I am going to recommend the novel to Xiying Film Studio. They will definitely like it."< br>
“Movie!”
Fang Yan slapped him on the thigh and turned the movie "Wrangler" into a novel. Why can't he turn the novel into a movie?
Studios these days are hungry for literature.
A well-known novel like "The Wrangler" is favored by film studios across the country. If it were to be adapted into a movie, I would be able to live my addiction as a screenwriter and earn more royalties!
Thanks to Mai Mai Miaomiao for the 500 starting coins.
(End of this chapter)