Chapter 162 Northern Dialect, Nan Gongjie
“Director Xie wants to replace me?!”
Gongjie sat in the office of the director of Shanghai Film Studio, listening to Wu Yigong’s announcement News, for a moment, I lost my mind.
"Xiaoqian, let's have a drink of water."
Wu Yigong looked at the popular actress in the factory and offered psychological comfort in a kind tone.
"Mr. Wu, did I not act well enough during the audition?" Gong Qian took a few deep breaths without changing his expression.
"No, you acted very well."
Wu Yigong said that he and Xie Jin both knew very well that in order to better interpret the image of Qiu Jin, the "Jianhu Heroine" , Gong Zhen not only spent half a year exercising and practicing calligraphy, he even became a disciple of the martial arts coach at the Shanghai Gymnasium and learned swordsmanship.
"Why is that?"
Gong Qie explained that he didn't mind being replaced, he just wanted to know what his shortcomings were and needed improvement.
"We all know that the heroine of Jianhu is a strong and strange woman who is not inferior to women." Wu Yigong said euphemistically: "According to the classification of opera, which type of female role is she?"
"Dao Ma Dan!"
Gong Zhen answered without thinking out of his understanding of the character, and then suddenly realized.
It’s not that I don’t work hard, or that my acting is not good, but that my appearance is too slim and delicate, and I am positioned as a Tsing Yi.
No matter how hard you act, you can’t play the kind of strong hero Xie Jin wants. If the actor’s overall temperament and appearance are not suitable for the role, forcing her to act will only be counterproductive.
"Jianhu Heroine is a hero that Director Xie admires very much."
Wu Yi bowed and explained: "His grandfather once worked with Qiu Jin, and they formed a deep friendship. I have heard this since I was a child. Little is known about Qiu Jin’s heroic deeds, which is why he The reason for making the movie "Qiu Jin" is to let more people know about this great woman."
"Mr. Wu, I understand"
Gong Xianyang. Smile to show understanding and support to Director Xie.
“If you can figure it out, that would be great.”
Wu Yigong comforted him with a few words and revealed some news.
Although he missed opportunities to collaborate on "Wrangler" and "Qiu Jin" one after another, it is not without opportunities. Xie Jin plans to take the time to look for dialect after finishing filming "Qiu Jin".
"Teacher Dialect Fang?"
Gong Qie saw the old man nodding, his eyes flashed: "Mr. Wu, can I also..."
Wu Yigong With a knowing smile: "Xiao Yue is also a fan of his books?"
Gong Xie met his gaze, "I like his novels, and I also like his poems."
Wu Yi had a kind face and said that he would tell Xie Jin about this matter for her.
“Thank you, Mr. Wu!”
“One more thing, the factory recently received audition invitations from brother units, and many of them invited you by name.”
"Mr. Wu, I don't..."
"Don't refuse in a hurry, Xiaoqie. After you were transferred to Shanghai Film Academy, have you taken any films from other studios?"
"Not even one."
"So... , a rare opportunity, if you have no other arrangements, you can Go try it, go to a world other than Shanghai Film Academy, and broaden your horizons. It may be helpful to you in the future.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wu, I will seriously consider it!”
< br>Gong Qie stood up and bowed politely.
Then he left the office, found a deserted corner, and wiped away his tears quietly, silently.
Although the reason for changing roles is reasonable, I feel very uncomfortable after putting in such a huge effort and now it is all in vain.
The cuffs fell down, revealing a corner of the cinnamon blood-activating ointment attached to the wrist.
"Pfft!"
There were tears in my eyes, but when I thought of that person, the corners of my mouth sometimes pulled down, sometimes turned up, and flew up and down, "Teacher Dialect Fang?"
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"Yanzi, Zhong'e, it's time for us to set off!"
Listening to Zhang Shouren's shouts, Fang Yan and Zhang Zhong'e went downstairs, and the three of them went straight to the venue.
Starting from the 19th, the General Political Department, the Ministry of Culture and the Writers Association jointly held a symposium on military-themed literary creation in Yanjing.
For six days, one hundred and forty-eight writers, critics and editors from across the country and the military attended this event.
Taking this opportunity, Fang Yan got to know and get to know writers and editors from all over the world.
"Flower City", "Zhongshan", "Yalu River", "Shanghai Literature"...
Walking through the crowd, I met Liu Jianqing and Liu Jianqing who represented "People's Literature". Wang Fu.
Everyone talked about the "Four Great Classics". Now the enthusiasm of the entire humanities club has been mobilized.
“This is a good thing.”
Fang Yan looked at their faces, feeling happy mixed with disappointment.
“Good things come good things, but there are also bad things.” Liu Jianqing revealed that Zhang Guangnian planned to step down from the post of editor-in-chief of “People’s Literature” after the “Four Masterpieces” series was officially published. Candidates have declined one by one, and now they have to find a new successor.
Dian Yan was surprised and suspicious, when did the editor-in-chief of "People's Literature" become a hot potato!
Liu Jianqing shook his head and laughed. Although it was hard to publicize his family's ugliness, he was still half of his own family.
Fang Yan listened quietly. Although "People's Literature" published one or two masterpieces such as "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty" and "Latent", it could not cover up the overall decline in the quality of the manuscripts. The throne of the leader of literary journals has begun to fail. Stable.
"People's Literature needs a drastic reform to regain its glory."
Liu Jianqing squinted his eyes, "Mr. Zhang often said that what is needed most at this time is people like you Such a talent."
Before Fang Yan could speak, Zhang Shouren on the side became anxious.
Fang Xiaojiang is the true love of our "October". You "People's Literature" cannot win people's love!
While they were having a "friendly" exchange, several tall men in military uniforms walked in from the door.
As a member of the Quancheng Military Region, Li Cunbao was both excited and worried. He saw groups of three or five at the scene, talking loudly, and it was very lively.
"Why are there so many people over there?"
Following the direction pointed by his companion, Li Cunbao saw a dense crowd and stepped forward to ask curiously.
“Comrade, hello, I am the choreographer of the Quancheng Military Region Song and Dance Ensemble...”
"Hello, hello, my name is Ma Weidu, editor of "Youth Literature"." After Ma Weidu introduced himself, he began to introduce his colleague, Zhu Wei.
Li Cunbao shook hands with them one by one and asked about the situation.
Zhu Wei grinned, "They all want to ask Teacher Fang to make an appointment."
Li Cunbao and his comrades' eyes widened when they heard the name "Dialect" , shining brightly.
Zhu Wei asked in surprise: "Is Teacher Fang also famous in the army?"
"Not only is he famous, he is simply heard like thunder."
Li Cunbao was filled with emotion. Spy novels in dialect are still one of the most borrowed novels in the military library.
"It would be great if our "Youth Literature" could get Teacher Fang's manuscript..."
Zhu Wei looked at the entangled dialect through the gap in the crowd. , eyes burning.
“Let’s not have sweet dreams.”
Ma Weidu gently touched him with his elbow to indicate that it was time to return to his seat.
The leader is here!
For a moment, everyone returned to their places and the scene was quiet.
The camera was set up, snapping photos, and there was a sense of pressure. At 13 o'clock, the conference started.
“Wow, wow, wow.”
Fang Yan followed the crowd and clapped.
I thought to myself, this time we are here to be editors, we are here to be green leaves, specializing in discovering writers and works, and we must not overwhelm the guest.
The opening speech was very brief. After Feng Mu finished speaking on behalf of the Writers Association, the baton was handed over to Hu Muqiao's hand.
In front of hundreds of literary and art workers in the audience, he made an important report and raised two questions:
How to liberate the ideas of military literature!
How to prosper the creation of military literature!
"Comrades, please speak freely and express your opinions without any worries."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the meeting spoke enthusiastically, as if they wanted to shake out everything they had held in their hearts.
Some are writers, some are editors...
“Today’s military-themed works are always constrained, avoiding contradictions, being the same, and lacking real power.”
"Our military writers are too far away from artillery fire, especially the younger generation. They have not personally experienced war. How can they better create military creations and reflect war through literature? Do they have to rely on imagination and fiction, and make up random things? "
"I agree with this statement! Let people who can hear the sound of artillery create it!"
"I also agree, improve the military. The quality of literature, our writers, and even editors had better go deep into the field.”
“………”
“The reason why we cannot write a book like "The Dawns Here Are Quiet." "The reason for works like "Quiet Don" is that there are too many rules and regulations, and I am afraid of being labeled this or that."
Listening to these discussions, Fang Yan looked calm and blew on the steaming tea. Zhang Shouren came over and lowered his voice:
"Yanzi, why don't you get up and say a few words?"
" "Don't worry, I'll listen for a while."
At this moment, a man stood up and announced his door. , and then expressed his opinion:
“I really like to read the world’s outstanding military literary works, such as "War and Peace" and "Quiet Don". They are very exciting and I think they are good. Military literary works should not only be great and bright, but also dare to touch the dark side. ”
"This man's speech is really bold."
Zhang Zhong'e looked at Zhang Shouren on his left and Fang Yan on his right.
"His name is Li Cunbao..."
After Fang Yan received a positive reply, his eyes glowed green.
(End of this chapter)