Chapter 29 I was born to eat this bowl of rice (please vote for me, please recommend me)
“Quanjude!!”
Fang Yan’s joyful voice echoed in the yard.
“Take this and put it on the table, and then open it when you eat.” Fang Yan handed the bag with the roast duck to Fang Yan, and then handed the duck rack to Yang Xia, “Mom, take this. Stew."
"How come you are so extravagant? How much does it cost to have so many ducks?"
Yang Xia kept scolding.
“Not much, half of it only costs 5 yuan.”
Fang Yan grinned.
Yang Xia took a breath of air-conditioning, "Five yuan is still less, Yanzi, your first month's salary hasn't been paid yet!"
"Mom, I can't just see, The two duck racks that Yanzi gave you means that you ate two of them, half a duck is 5 yuan, and 2 and a half is 25 yuan, which does not include the cost of the lotus leaf pancake with garlic seasoning.”
Fang Hong put her hands on her hips and her face was livid.
"Oh my God, Yanzi, you have eaten more than half a month's salary from Quanjude. How can you eat so well?"
Su Ya's eyes widened.
"Mom, I think it is necessary to hold a family meeting." Fang Hong said seriously, "Criticize and self-criticize Yanzi's bad life style of eating, drinking and spending money."
“How can you still criticize and self-criticize.”
Dialect is dumbfounded.
"Shouldn't it be right? A meal costs 25 yuan!"
Fang Hong was heartbroken.
"Well, Sister Hong, your family meeting..."
Su Ya looks at her nose with her eyes, and her nose looks at her heart.
"Ahem, sister, you misunderstood."
Fang Yan shook his head and said with a smile: "It was Quanjude who invited me for a treat. These two duck racks were what we had left, so I packed them up and brought them back. , but I can’t just bring the duck rack I’ll give it to you. Not only did I buy half of it, but the bag that Yanzi brought into the house cost more than 5 yuan in total. It really didn’t cost much.”
“A treat?”
Su Ya, Fang Hong and others looked at each other.
“Yes, today is a big day and worth celebrating.”
Fang Yan smiled.
"What a happy day?"
Fang Hong and the others cast curious glances.
"Hey, my "Wrangler" won the National Outstanding Short Story Award." Fang Yan took out the certificate and prize from his satchel.
“Ah!”
Su Ya was shocked. She and Fang Hong grabbed one side of the certificate and looked from left to right and top to bottom. They had indeed won the award!
“And this.”
Fang Yanren was reborn. He was half drunk and half awake. He opened his notebook and showed off: “Look again. Look who wrote this?"
"Ba, Ba...Jin."
Fang Hong and Su Ya were shocked and froze in place.
"Who is he?" Yang Xia asked doubtfully.
"Mom, we'll talk about this later. You'd better stew the duck rack quickly. It will probably go rancid after overnight."
Fang Yan raised a smile.
"Two duck racks are too much to stew in soup. Let's do this. Let's have one for our family, one for Xiaoya's family and one for Jianjun's family, and half for each family. They will all use it to replenish their bodies. Review every day. It's so tiring late at night." Yang Xia looked at Su Ya distressedly.
“Thank you Aunt Yang.”
Su Ya secretly glanced at the slightly drunk Fang Yan.
Fang Yan smacked his lips and said, "Mom, I'm going into the house to drink some water."
"Don't rush back to the house yet. I'll chop up the duck and send it to Xiaoya's house." Yang Xia said, "Yaya, you go and build an army." "Home."
"Don't bother Yanzi, I can do it myself."
Seeing Su Ya shake her head, Yang Xia stared at Fang Yan in despair, stretched out her foot, and gently He kicked him as a reminder.
Fang Yan sighed and escorted Su Ya and Yajiao to the left wing. In fact, it was not far, and they reached the door of their house in just a few steps.
“Congratulations, Yanzi.”
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t expect that you would change so much after jumping in line.”
“People You always have to grow up.”
"Yes, you didn't like reading or learning before."
Su Ya stopped and looked directly at him, "Now you are so successful in literature, publishing novels, becoming an editor, and now you are still I won the national award and got Balao's autograph..."
"Maybe I was born to eat this bowl of rice."
Dialect raised his lips.
Su Ya blinked, "More than that! I feel like you are a gift from God. You are so talented in literature. I have read "Wrangler" and "Loess High Slope" more than ten times. Really, I’m starting to be jealous of you, how can you make such great progress!”
"Maybe I want to make progress too much."
Fang Yan's eyes flickered.
“Yes, you are right, progress!”
Su Ya’s eyes lit up, “You are so far ahead of me now, I must also make progress, otherwise I will be left behind by you. "I'm done."
"You worked hard in the college entrance examination this year and passed the university. You will surpass me in academic qualifications." Fang Yan raised his hand.
"That's not what I meant."
Su Ya struggled for a moment: "I want you to help me look at the poems I wrote and give me some revision suggestions."
" Have you finally thought about it?”
“I’m going to make progress with you!”
“Okay, I’m very energetic.”
Fang Yan said: "Bring it to me now?"
"I'll bring it to you in a few days. Just take a look at it when you have time."
"No problem."
< br>Fang Yan is very interested in the poems written by Su Ya. I have never seen one in my previous life, but I have seen it in this life!
“I’m here.”
Su Ya stood at the door.
"Then I'm back. You should study hard and make progress! Make progress!"
Fang Yan shouted half-jokingly as he backed up.
“Fuck you, I’ll beat you up!”
Accompanied by Su Ya's voice of shame and indignation, he strode back to his home. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a ghostly figure floating through the glass of Liu Jianjun's house. It was probably Liu Jianjun who was peeking.
"Did you send Xiaoya home?"
Yang Xia brought duck soup from the kitchen.
Fang Yan nodded, "By the way, Mom, someone may come to see me at home these days. When the time comes, please invite them to sit in the house."
"Who is it?"
"One of the very important people is Xie Jin. He wears glasses and is the Quanjude he invited me to. If it is him, please call my work and I will go home immediately."
…………
The next day, it was lunch break.
The phone in the editorial department rang, breaking the silence.
After Fang Yan answered the call, he told Ji Xiuying, Wang Jie and others that he would come over later in the afternoon, when Li Yue stopped him:
"Is this another call from the film studio?"
"I really made you guess."
"How could I not guess this? Two phone calls from the film studio came in one morning. , both Beijing Film Studio and Bayi Film Studio are looking for you to film "Wrangler". Which one is it this time? "
"Shanghai Film Studio"
Fang Yan told the truth, Then he hurried home.
After shopping around, compared with the film studios, Beijing Film Studio and Bayi Film Studio were not so attractive. They did not send out a director equal to Xie Jin, and the balance in my mind was already tilted.
"Yanzi."
"Thank you, Director."
As soon as they entered the room, they greeted each other.
“Then let’s start talking about the script now.”
Xie Jin took out a copy of "Yanjing Literature and Art" from his briefcase. There was no doubt that it was the issue in which "Wrangler" was published.
"Director Xie, don't worry, take a look at this."
Fang Yan took out a thick stack of paper from his bag.
"This is the outline..."
Xie Jin flipped through it, but when he saw the dense words, he frowned and turned the page, "This is not the outline, this is... ”
"The script of "Wrangler"." Fang Yan said.
“You wrote it in one night?!”
Xie Jin was shocked. He thought “tonight starts at 7 o’clock” was a joke, but he didn’t expect it to be true. of.
Fang Yan knew that one night was too exaggerated, so he said that Xi Film Studio had approached him to write a script before, and he started writing at that time.
“That’s too fast.”
Xie Jin calmed down immediately. He has been working in the industry for more than 30 years. He has never seen any kind of storms and waves, and he has seen similar situations.
It is often the first time a writer becomes a screenwriter. They are eager to express themselves and lack understanding of movie scripts. They think they are just deleting, deleting, and modifying the novel, adding some "time", "place", and "dialogue".
In fact, writing a script is much more complicated than writing a book.
The "complexity" is that the novel only needs to be oriented to readers, while the script must be oriented to the entire shooting team including directors and actors.
Over the years, Xie Jin has seen many writers who are screenwriters. They shine like shooting stars for a while, and are in the limelight, but they soon fall and disappear into the night sky. It is precisely because they do not have this talent.
Does he have this ability?
Looking up at Fang Yan, he had already prepared for the worst. If the script didn't work, he would find a professional screenwriter from the film studio.
With this idea in mind, I scrolled down, but the more I scrolled, the more something was wrong, and my face changed drastically, "Yanzi, this script..."
"Director Xie, what do you think?"
Dialect leans forward.
"Ah, ah, not bad, very good."
Xie Jin stared at him, bright and clear, "Yanzi, is this really your first time writing a script, have you never written before?"
"Yes, Director Xie, what's wrong? Is the format wrong, or is there something wrong somewhere?" Fang Yan asked curiously.
"Not yet."
Xie Jin flipped through it from beginning to end. When he turned to the last few pages, he saw several stick figures drawn in the square frame.
Suddenly he was surprised and said: "You also drew the storyboard manuscript!"
"I drew some. When I was writing the script, these pictures always popped up in my mind, but I didn't draw them all. First, I am not good at painting. The second is that I don’t have enough time, and the third is that I’m afraid it will affect your thinking.”
Fang Yan took a sip of water.
“Creation is about collision.”
The more Xie Jin looked at it, the more surprised he became. Although the painting was rough, it did not prevent him from understanding the lens language contained in the picture. The connection was smooth, appropriate and beneficial, and even Some of them coincide with what you want.
It’s your first time writing a script and you’ve reached this level?
I was born to eat this bowl of rice!
“What do you think?”
Fang Yan refilled his cup with hot water.
“These pictures are great, very good, exactly the lens effect I want. These scenes in the movie can be shot and edited according to this.” Xie Jin cast a scrutinizing gaze, “Yan Zi , did you come up with all of this when you were writing the script?”
"Some are, and some were earlier, when I was writing the novel "The Wrangler", they were in my mind."
"It was there when I was writing the novel?!"
"That's right."
Dialect on the corner of the mouth Yang said: "I just wrote down these pictures in words. Let's put it this way, "Wrangler" had pictures first, then the novel, and then the script."
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