Chapter 142 You are lucky to be trained by Teacher Fang

Chapter 142 You are lucky to be trained by Teacher Fang

Early in the morning, an old man was riding a tricycle with tools on the back. While walking through the streets, he asked who needed a haircut.

"Uncle Jing!"

Fang Yan invited him into the courtyard, "We still follow the old rules."

"One finger on the head, two fingers on the back, two fingers on both sides Find it all.”

Uncle Jing's name is "Jing Kui". During the Republic of China, there was a famous barber in Sijiu City. He went to a private school, learned kung fu, and was good at literature and martial arts. Later he opened his own barber shop. His customers were all famous people, such as Tan Xinpei and Mei Lan. Fang, Fu Zuoyi...

The craftsmanship is extremely exquisite, not only shaving and haircutting, but also shaving, reaming and shaving, all costing only 10 cents in total.

“Gulu gulu.”

He poured some hot water into the enamel jar containing soap suds. After stirring thoroughly, the old man wiped it off Fang Yan’s chin.

Then shave with a razor and apply a hot towel.

"So comfortable!"

Fang Yan touched his chin and asked about the old man's current situation.

"I am semi-retired now, and I mainly work for regular customers. They are old and have weak legs and feet, so they have to do door-to-door service. If I encounter strangers on the road, I will waste some time and shave them."< br>
Jing Kui packed up his tools: "If you want to get a haircut in the future, let's make an appointment in advance. When the time comes, I will come to your house."

"Okay, then we have an agreement. ”

Fang Yan made an appointment with the old man for the next haircut, then pushed his bicycle and hummed a song, and walked slowly to work.

When I arrived at the door, I saw a thin, capable, childlike man parked his bicycle aside and chatting with Uncle Dong.

Fang Yan passed by with a smile on his shoulder and asked Uncle Dong what this person did?

"My novel will be published in "October" soon!"

Wang Shuo pointed to the building, feeling proud, and then curiously looked at the people of similar age in front of him, "Where are you, buddy?"

"He is about to change the dialect of your manuscript."

Uncle Dong was happy, "Teacher Fang!"

Wang Shuo was stunned for a moment, and learned from Uncle Dong that the dialect is young , but I didn’t expect to be so young.

At this time, he was not thick-skinned. He raised his right hand and greeted shyly: "Teacher Fang, Teacher Fang, nice to meet you."

"Hello, you Is it Wang Shuo?”

Fang Yan shook hands with him and said, "Come with me."

Wang Shuo felt inexplicably familiar when he heard the voice.

Suddenly, Uncle Dong’s voice came from behind:

“Young man, learn from Teacher Fang well, you are lucky to be guided by him!”

“ Thank you, sir.”

Wang Shuo took advantage of the time to go upstairs and secretly took a look at his face. He vaguely felt like that man.

"Don't be nervous, sit down."

Fang Yan sat down, took out "The Story of the Seagull" from the drawer, and immediately got into the mood, "I read this manuscript, the story inside It’s very detailed. Is it your own personal experience?”

“The time when I wounded a seagull and recovered from it was my experience.”

Wang Shuo put down the water glass.

"So, you made up the part about the young woman?"

Fang Yan was curious as to how he came up with the idea of ​​writing a pure love novel.

Wang Shuo said with an unnatural expression: "Originally I just wanted to write a story about taking care of a seagull injured by a sailor, but after watching "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree", I improvised and changed it to a love theme. ”

“伱道"It's quite honest."

"To tell you the truth, I have actually thought about giving up. It's all true and not fictional at all. It's quite dishonest to make up a bunch of stories, and it's a bit of a lie to myself. meaning.”

"It turns out that you want to be the kind of author who writes about yourself."

"Your words are insightful! Just like you said, write about yourself!"

"But to become such an author, You still have a long way to go, and the first problem lies in the words.”

“Hey, I can see it too.”

Wang Shuo laughed at himself: “A bit. Like a middle school student’s composition.”

"It's good that you can see it yourself."

Fang Yan smiled, "The second thing is the structure and technique. You designed the seagull as an opportunity for men and women to meet, and then they get to know each other and get to know each other. , falling in love, this is good, but the entire emotional handling is not progressive, especially the ending, which is obviously the climax, but it is written like singing a high note, It's stuck in the throat, it can't go down, it can't come up, it's so tight."

"Yes, that's what it feels like."

Wang Shuokang nodded, "Fang. Teacher, you are absolutely right. So, look, how should I sing this high note? "

"Image, atmosphere, emotion"

"Combining fiction with reality. If you write too much reality, you need to add some fiction to offset it. Love is here, right?"

Fang Yan stretched out three fingers, opened them, and crushed them into pieces. , after saying a little bit, he took back one finger and started to explain patiently.

“Ouch, ouch…”

When Wang Shuo heard this, he scratched his head and head, excited and agitated. He vaguely understood the meaning, but there was only one layer of window paper missing.

Inspiration seems to come, and the future can be called the "Tathagata".

"For example, 'I would like to be a flying bird in the sky, and I would like to be a twig on the ground.' At the end, can the love between the sailor and the young woman be set off by seagulls and waves?"

Dialect drink Saliva, moisten the throat.

“You mean to give the little seagull a female seagull?”

Wang Shuo slapped his forehead.

“The words are rough, but that’s what it means. Think about this picture yourself, the waves, the sea breeze, the sunset...”

Fang Yan almost spit out the water he drank in his mouth.

Wang Shuo followed his thoughts, the waves, the sea breeze, the setting sun, the flying seagulls in the sky, and the young men and women on the ground.

This picture, this artistic conception, is amazing to my teacher Fang!

“In realistic works, it is not necessary to have a little fiction and add some vivid and mysterious images. Wouldn’t the whole work have a romantic temperament, and doing so has another advantage.”

Fang Yan handed over the manuscript, "I remember that soldiers are not allowed to fall in love with young girls stationed there, right?"

Wang Shuodao: "That's right, but I have seen some deserters, secretly..."

"Even if you know it is true, you can't tell it."

Fang Yan said : "So the ending can't be so obvious, use The imagery and fiction are revealed in a subtle way. As for whether there is love or not, it is only for the readers to think about it. "

"I didn't expect that there are so many ways in literature."

Although Wang Shuo. I didn't understand everything, but I was shocked.

Fang Yan said seriously: "You have good talent, but you don't have much literary training. The next revision may require repeated requests for revision. You'd better be mentally prepared for this."

Wang Shuo feels more and more like a movie theater The man inside was so absent-minded that he didn't even hear him start revising the manuscript. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Fang Yan asked playfully.

"Teacher Fang, I have had this doubt since I saw you just now. Have we met somewhere before?"

"You have the same idea. This feeling? ”

"You have one too?!"

"When I see you, I remember that when the movie "Wrangler" premiered, there was a person who claimed to be a salesman from a pharmaceutical company..."

"Really It’s you!”

Wang Shuo was shocked and his face turned pale.

I never expected that the enemy I had always wanted to settle a score with was actually in sight, right in front of my eyes. It was really a narrow road for enemies!

"Looking at your appearance, it seems that you are the one who didn't run away. What a coincidence." Fang Yan stared at him with a joking look.

"Yes, what a coincidence, what a coincidence."

Wang Shuo kept looking out the door, wanting to run away.

No wonder he was evading fares at the time. He wouldn’t give up his seat no matter what. He is the co-author and screenwriter of "Wrangler", so he hit the real deal!

It’s better now, I’ll deliver it to my door as soon as possible.

"Do you know why I did that now?"

Fang Yan crossed his legs.

“I know, I know.”

Wang Shuo said awkwardly: “Have you recognized me a long time ago?”

“What do you think?
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"Then you just..."

"Critical education has already been done by the cinema."

Fang Yan waved his hand and said: "My job is to edit, discover authors, and guide authors. This is That’s my job, understand?”

“I understand, Teacher Fang, why don’t you change the manuscript tomorrow?”

“Well, look at your state today. I can’t change the manuscript.”

"Thank you."

Wang Shuo made an appointment to revise the manuscript, and then, like a mouse seeing a cat, he ran away without even looking back, and went straight back to the training compound.

"Ye Jing! Ye Jing!"

Climbing the stairs, calling the little boy's name.

Ye Jing’s family and his family are upstairs and downstairs neighbors. The two of them spent their childhood, adolescence and youth together.

"Hey, our great writer is back."

Ye Jing joked: "What's the matter, have you seen the dialect?"

"Yes, you have seen a ghost!"

Wang Shuo said with lingering fear: "Remember Why didn’t you give up your seat to the person who got me caught when you were evading tickets at the cinema last time?”

“I know, don’t you worry about settling accounts with him every day? You have found that person, do you want a buddy? Going to vent my anger with you?”

Ye Jing raised his eyebrows.

“That person is the dialect and recognized me.”

“What? Real or fake!”

“Can I joke about this kind of thing. "

"Then you, no, did he do anything to you, did he deliberately retaliate?" Ye Jing was very curious.

"That's not true. He is so good."

Wang Shuo said: "He guides me in my writing with all my heart. I have made an appointment with him to go to the editorial department tomorrow and start revising the manuscript."

"Maybe he will deliberately make things difficult for you when revising the manuscript."

Ye Jing made a joke.

“He dares!”

Wang Shuo shook off the prestige of his big brother.

Ye Jing joked: "Teacher Renfang is not a vegetarian. He is a well-known figure in the literary world, unless we fight for dad."

"Fight for dad?"
< br>Wang Shuo smiled bitterly and said: "Don't forget what my father did before? Listening and deciphering enemy signals. Yes, he is a serious fan of Teacher Fang. He reads spy novels whenever he has time. A few days ago, he heard that my manuscript would be directed by Teacher Fang, which made him very happy."

" Hey, how could I forget this? Your dad is still showing off to my dad for a drink.”

Ye Jing slapped her thigh, "Yes, our dad asked you to ask for Teacher Fang's autograph. Have you signed the two copies of "Latent"?" Forget about it. "

When Wang Shuo was panicking, there were footsteps outside the house, and he saw Wang's father standing upright at the door.

Ye Jing said hello and left immediately.

“You thief!”

Seeing Fa Xiao abandoning himself, Wang Shuo cursed inwardly.

Wang Fu said with a straight face, "Didn't you say you were going to revise the draft for "October"? Why did you come back so early?"

"We just got to know each other today, we made an appointment to meet again tomorrow. Change.”

Wang Shuo saw me standing, and his son didn’t dare to sit down.

“Have you met Teacher Fang Yanfang?”

"See, I was so excited that I forgot about the signature. I will definitely go and ask for it from you two tomorrow."

"This is not urgent." Wang Fu stared at him, "Revised the draft During this time, listen to Teacher Fang carefully and don’t act like usual. It’s your blessing to have his guidance.”

“It’s probably his honor to be able to guide me.”

Wang Shuo whispered.

"What are you talking about? Do you know who his teacher is?" Father Wang said seriously: "It's Mr. Shen Yanbing!"

"Ah? Where did you get this news?"

Wang Shuo's shoulders trembled, and his heart trembled as well.

Obviously he is about the same age as me, but he doesn’t show his real face!

"You think you and I are the only fans of Teacher Fang in the courtyard?"

Wang Fu said: "You should follow Teacher Fang to make progress for me, do you hear me? ! Don’t miss this rare opportunity! ”

"Hey."

Wang Shuo was excited and subconsciously saluted.

Thousands of thoughts slowly converged into one question:

Teacher Fang, this is the first time for everyone, why are you so awesome?

(End of this chapter)