Chapter 150 Injecting new blood
The next day, Fang Yan went out early in the morning.
First I went to Shen Shuang’s home to pay New Year greetings, and then visited Zhang Guangnian, Ding Ling, Wang Zengqi, Shen Congwen, Ai Qing, Wang Meng one by one according to the scheduled time order...
Follow Wan Fang's appointment was at 2:30 in the afternoon, and Fang Yan showed up at Wan Jiabao's home on time. The topic was always about the drama.
After Wan Jiabao completed the first draft of "Shang Yang", he was visibly in a happy mood and talked very enthusiastically about how he wrote when he was young.
"I was on a small steamer on the Yangtze River in Sichuan. The weather was extremely hot, and I like to sweat very much."
"But it was so hot and sweaty, from morning to night, I was not distracted at all, my pen kept following my thoughts, writing sentence by sentence. ”
“That was really the happiest time in my life.”
“Since "Wang Zhaojun", I have never written so heartily, until I met your work. ”
“It’s my honor to be praised like this by Mr. ”
Fang Yan smiled knowingly.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to feel like this again and write such a big thing again." Wan Jiabao said with emotion.
Dialect advised: "Don't say that. Tolstoy, whom you like, still wrote "Resurrection" when he was over 70 years old."
"How can I follow Where's Tolstoy?"
Wan Jiabao's eyes were lonely, "Just like Tols. To put it bluntly, the artistic creation process is not accomplished by logical thinking, but by fanatical impulse. You should take advantage of the fanatical impulse to write more big things. I have less and less of this kind of impulse, that is, When I was writing "Shang Yang", it was briefly revived."
"Yanzi, you didn't understand what dad meant."
Wan Fang said half-jokingly: "He wants you to produce a few more works like "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty", and let's talk about teenage madness a few more times!"
“ You, you."
Wan Jiabao and Fang Yan looked at each other, smiled helplessly, and changed the subject tacitly. Now that the first draft of "Shang Yang" has been finalized, in addition to revising and polishing, they also have to start selecting. horn.
“Look at this.”
Under Wan Jiabao's eyes, Wan Fang handed Fang Yan a set of stills and a stack of photos.
“This is it?”
Fang Yan took it and took a closer look.
“These are the actors who premiered the drama "Wang Zhaojun"."
Wan Jiabao said that he had discussed it with the director team and planned to use this team of people's actors as the backbone. Fill it with some branches and leaves.
Fang Yan looked at them one by one with a serious look on his face.
Lan Tianye plays Shang Yang, Di Xin plays the queen mother, Yu Shizhi plays the scene supervisor, Zheng Rong plays Qin Xiaogong, Gu Wei plays Qianlong...
What a guy! It’s all the backbone of human art!
Also, they are basically the original cast members of "Tea House"!
“What do you think?”
Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Wan Jiabao encouraged him: "If you have anything to say, just say it boldly and don't have any scruples."
Fang Yan said: "Sir, that's what I think. Is it possible to add some fresh blood and make the drama "Shang Yang" have three generations of old, middle and young people living together? "
Wan Fang listens! Hearing this, he was greatly shocked.
Wan Jiabao was very interested, "Go on."
"When Shang Yang entered the Qin Dynasty, he was about 34 years old, while Qin Xiaogong was in his 20s. I don't have any objections to Shang Yang's teacher Dinglan, but could I choose a younger one for Qin Xiaogong who would appear more enterprising? Be more high-spirited?”
Fang Yan looked left and right.
"But if we really find someone in their 20s, can his acting skills and stage experience be able to handle such an important role as Qin Xiaogong?"
Wan Fang frowned.
“Not in your 20s, but in your 30s.”
Dialect suggested that a group of people could be selected from the human art performance class, China Opera, Nortel, or even other theaters and theater troupes.
"It seems that you already have a suitable candidate in mind."
Wan Jiabao smiled, "Say it all, say it boldly."
"For example, the Queen Mother I would like to ask Lu Shi to play this role. "
The person mentioned in dialect is Cixi who has played Wu Zetian in "Detective Di Renjie" and "I Want Foreigners to Die" in "Toward a Republic".
"I have an impression of this lesbian."
Wan Jiabao's eyes lit up and he said that she was the wife of veteran actor Wu Guiling (actor of Zhen Yuanzi in "Journey to the West"), who once appeared in "Thunderstorm" "I played Zhou Fanyi in "The Movie," and her portrayal was very penetrating.
"What do you think of her?"
"Don't worry, wait until you finish talking before commenting. Who else is there?" "Qin Xiaogong, I want Bao Guo'an to play the role."
"Bao Guo'an?"
Wan Jiabao was greatly surprised, this person had never heard of it.
Fang Yan confessed that when the Yanda drama performance was held, Ruan Ruoshan, the deputy dean of the Chinese Opera, attended with representatives of teachers and students. Bao Guoan was one of them. After contacting him, although he was a student, he was Before going to school, I already had a lot of experience in stage performances, and I felt that I was very suitable to play Qin Xiaogong.
"Based on these few encounters, you concluded that this person must be the one to play Qin Xiaogong?" Wan Jiabao narrowed his eyes.
“It’s just an intuition, just like when I was casting for “Wrangler”, I recognized Zhu Shimao at a glance, he looks so similar in spirit.”
Fang Yan said with certainty: "If there are no accidents, I will recommend him to Xiying Studio to play the movie version of Qin Xiaogong."
"Listening to what you said, I would like to meet this Bao Guo'an." Wan Jiabao became very interested.
No!
This Cao Cao must meet.
Fang Yan took a sip of water. For a complex historical figure like Cao Cao, Bao Guo'an could act to the level of "If the Cao Cao in history didn't look like him, it must be Cao Cao's problem." Qin Xiaogong's The performance is not as difficult as Cao Cao's.
"What else?"
Wan Fang became more and more interested.
The dialects are spoken in countless dialects.
For example, King Qin Huiwen and Jiang Wen in his youth.
If Chen Daoming hadn't been too young and tender, we couldn't have given him a chance, and now he could only play a small supporting role.
Even little Karami who doesn’t have a single line.
“The suggestion of selecting young talents from the Human Arts Performance Class, China Opera, Nortel, etc. is indeed worthy of consideration.”
“The drama needs more fresh blood to carry forward the development. "
Wan Jiabao pondered for a moment and asked Fang Yan to compile a list.
"Yanzi, everyone is talking about dad's drama, what about yours?"
Wan Fang asked: "How is the progress of the movie?"
"Of course we are waiting for the premiere of sir's play first, so that we can learn a lot when making the movie."
Fang Yan said half-jokingly.
"Haha, you are such a clever little guy."
Wan Jiabao shook his head and laughed: "You are the only one who has a lot of eyesight."
In the end, Fang Yan's proposal was retained and brought back to Renyi, where it was decided after discussion with the directing team.
When the time comes, it will really have to be selected from the talent training class, Nortel, and China Drama. As a consultant, Fang Yan will naturally also attend.
“I wish you all the best, sir!”
Fang Yan showed a faint smile, then said goodbye and left.
After sending the guests away, Wan Fang stared at Wan Jiabao with a smile, "Dad, you didn't tell the truth to Yanzi just now."
Wan Jiabao cleared his throat, "What?"
Wan Fang said: "You obviously want to be Tolstoy."
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Wan Fang said Jiabao smiled bitterly and said: "You, you, you are really hurting me. I, Cao, still want to be Tolstoy. Isn't this a big joke?"
"Dad, you just want to When.”
Wan Fang emphasized the word "think" vigorously.
The implication is that I didn’t say that I was Tolstoy, I just wanted to be, and just thought about it.
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Wan Jiabao frowned, but under the attack of Wan Fang’s eyes, he coughed a few times and strongly opposed making this wish public.
Even warned her, "If it is made public, I will say that the editor's daughter made it up. I never said that at all!"
"Dad, you..."
Wan Fang couldn't laugh or cry, and secretly decided to write it in her diary.
The two looked at each other, the father was loving and the daughter was filial, and they were enjoying each other happily.
(End of this chapter)