Chapter 233 The eve of the premiere of "Shang Yang"
Two days later, the sun fell on the tabletop piled with manuscript papers.
The outline and character list of "Saving Private Ryan" are written on the graph paper, densely packed, all in Chinese.
Dialect originally wanted to write purely in English. Wasn’t it very bold?
The entire novel, written in English!
It was about the story of "Saving Private Ryan", but after much thought, I gave up because I didn't have the level.
Daily communication and reading are no big problems.
But writing is terrible, it’s just half-assed.
So, prepare to leave the translation work to Mike or Bai Ruoxue like in "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog".
Stretched, and just as he walked out of the room, there was a "dang-dang-dang" metal collision sound coming from the yard.
Look out through the window.
Yang Xia was holding the handle of the gas tank and shaking it a few times, then lifted the tank up and placed the bottom of the tank in the basin to soak.
“Mom, it’s not safe for you to use gas like this!”
Fang Yan ran out quickly.
“Ouch, you scared me.”
Yang Xia took out the gas tank and said that she was halfway through cooking, but she ran out of gas and had to use this method to squeeze out some gas.
Fang Yan shook his head and laughed, moving the gas tank back to the kitchen.
“It would be great if there was another one.”
Yang Xia sighed.
Fang Yan joked: "Mom, when I got this gas tank, you didn't dare to use it for seven or eight days, thinking it was a 'bomb'. How do you feel now? Yes. Don’t you find it so enjoyable that you don’t even want to light the stove when cooking? ”
"Go, go, go, lift whatever pot you don't want to open."
Yang Xia rolled her eyes, "After breakfast later, quickly load up the gas tank and go to the gas station to get some air."
“Okay!”
Fang Yan grinned.
Since my home took the lead in using gas tanks, more and more neighbors have followed suit and started ventilating books.
Later, a bottle was hard to find and a copy was hard to get.
In the 1980s, gas tanks were a treasure of every household, and some collective kitchens in Tongzi buildings even locked them specially.
Even, "Do you have a gas tank at home?" has become an unavoidable question when looking for a partner. Without a gas tank, a blind date is bound to be bad.
After breakfast, Fang Yan tied the gas tank to the motorcycle.
In a blink of an eye, we headed straight to the nearest ventilation station.
When she came back fresh, she said to Yang Xia:
"Mom, I went out to eat at noon."
"Will you be back at night?"
" Come back and eat!”
Fang Yan picked up his briefcase and hurried to Renyi.
The final rehearsal of "Shang Yang" is this afternoon.
Before that, let’s go to the Humanities Club and find a meal with my senior brother.
Fang Yan sat opposite Zhang Guangnian, picking up the braised pork in the enamel cup, "Senior brother, what do you think?"
"Your martial arts novels are different from those in Xiangjiang. "
Zhang Guangnian flipped through "The Great Master Huang Feihong".
"Hey."
With a grain of rice stuck to his mouth, Fang Yan said that the biggest similarity between his novel and the Xiangjiang New School is that it integrates martial arts elements into Chinese history, while the difference lies in the level of martial arts.
Zhang Guangnian nodded with satisfaction, preparing to have the Humanities Society print out a few more samples, and then ask Hu Muqiao to hand them over on his behalf.
"Senior brother, you have to give me a copy when the time comes."
Fang Yan wants to send the revised "The Great Master Huang Feihong" and the creative talk to the editor of "Flower City" by EMS department.
"Are you full?"
Zhang Guangnian handed over a steamed bun with a kind look on his face.
“I’m full, I’m full.”
Fang Yan shook his head.
Zhang Guangnian said: "The nomination list for this Mao Dun Literature Award has come out. Do you want to know if you have been shortlisted?"
"Of course I do, senior brother!"
Fang Yan blurted out.
The entire Mao Dun Literary Award adopts a voting system. The jury of the awards committee will select no more than 10 nominated works based on reading and discussion of the participating works, and then select among these 10 nominated works. Published an award-winning novel.
So far, the 10 shortlisted novels have not been announced in the "Literary News".
“Are you so anxious to know?”
Zhang Guangnian narrowed his eyes.
"I just want to know if "The Fission of the Qin Dynasty" has been selected." Fang Yan said: "After all, this is a novel that the teacher personally guided me."
Mentioned "Shen Yanbing "The two brothers fell into silence, and the atmosphere became slightly sad.
After a while, Zhang Guangnian cleared his throat and said, "Congratulations, junior brother, "The Fission of Qin" has been shortlisted."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Dialect was not surprised.
Compared with nominations and compared with his other works, he is actually most concerned about whether "The Fission of Qin" can win the award, because this book is of extraordinary significance.
Zhang Guangnian said, "Don't be too happy too early. This is just the preliminary round. Whether you can win or not depends on the final selection review."
Fang Yan didn't ask any more questions and stood. Got up, said goodbye and left.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take you to Renyi in a while.”
Zhang Guangnian said that he also wanted to go to the rehearsal of "Shang Yang". Fang Yan was surprised, "You want to go too?"
Zhang Guangnian joked: "Why, aren't you welcome?"
"Looking at what you said, of course you are welcome. !”
Fang Yan originally thought that Zhang Guangnian’s participation was just a whim, but when he came to Renyi, he realized that he was completely wrong.
At this time, Chen Huangmei, Zhou Weizhi, Feng Mu, Sun Luosun and other leaders of the Writers' Association and the Cultural Affairs Bureau were sitting in the front row, talking to each other.
When I asked my teacher, I realized that this was all specially arranged.
After all, at the premiere on November 25th, the old man and Yihao's grandma will all be present. Even veteran actors who have been in the industry for many years will inevitably be nervous, let alone these young actors.
There is absolutely no room for mistakes in the play "Shang Yang".
So Wan Jiabao invited his old friends to practice the courage of the actors participating in the play during the final rehearsal.
"Hello, Mr. Feng!"
"Hello, Mr. Sun!"
Fang Yan greeted each other. When he saw Wan Fang, his eyes suddenly lit up and he immediately came over. The two juniors sat together. .
Diagonally opposite, Wan Jiabao, Hu Muqiao and others were sitting.
“Ding!”
After the electric bell, a loud announcement sounded.
Subsequently, Bao Guoan and other actors came on stage one after another.
The first act, the second act, the third act...
Looking at the scenes, Zhou Weizhi said with emotion:
"Mr. Jiabao, the sword never grows old."
"Old, old, already seventy-two."
Wan Jiabao raised his hand and said that his creative power is not as good as when he was young. The drama "Shang Yang" is different from "Thunderstorm" and "Sunday". Compared with "Out" and "Wilderness", there are still many flaws.
"Although it's not as good as it is, it's not far away."
Hearing such bold words, Fang Yan looked around to see who dared to say it. When he saw it was Huang Yongyu, it was okay.
This "Father of Monkey Ticket" wrote a letter criticizing Wan Jiabao for lacking a reckless spirit and the new plays he created lacked vitality.
I thought Huang Yongyu would criticize a few more words, but unexpectedly he suddenly started praising him. Although it is not as close to life and warm as "Thunderstorm" and "Sunrise", it is better than "The Sword" and "Wang Zhaojun" etc. Historical dramas are even better.
Especially, dare to use so many new young and middle-aged actors!
Fang Yan and Wan Fang looked at each other and talked in low voices.
“Even this person thinks it’s good, so it seems really good.”
“You’re right.”
Wan Fang listened to his analysis and said, "No, Yanzi, why do I feel like you are praising yourself in a different way?"
"Really?"
Fang Yan showed a playful smile. .
Just when Wan Fang was about to open her mouth, Huang Yongyu said with emotion, "It's a pity that Bagong and Ai Gong were not able to be present today."
"Yes, I really hope that Brother Ba can Saw this drama. Jiabao said with a complex expression, "He always cares about his friends, and even when he was ill, he wrote to me to write. I wish I could write "Shang Yang" as soon as possible, so that he wouldn't have to worry about it. If the play is not successful, I will really be ashamed of myself." Him.”
"Jia Bao Gong, Ba Gong will definitely come to see your play."
Zhang Guangnian comforted him with a smile.
Feng Mu, Hu Muqiao and others also expressed their condolences.
The first Mao Dun Literature Award will be officially held on December 6.
Before this, Li Yaotang, as the chairman of the jury, will work with other judges to select and determine the final list of winners.
When the time comes, I will go to Beijing with Li Xiaolin.
"Yes, Brother Ba called me specifically for this."
Wan Jiabao naturally knew about this.
When the time comes, you will have to pick him up from the Capital Airport in person.
Zhang Guangnian said that the Writers Association was also going, so we happened to be together.
Wan Jiabao agreed happily, as if something suddenly occurred to him, he immediately turned his head and scanned the back row from right to left.
Finally, his eyes fell on Fang Yan and Wan Fang:
"You guys, let's go too."
"Yes, sir!"
Fang Yan nodded solemnly.
Following the voice, Hu Muqiao also turned to look at him, seemingly casually asking about the results of the preliminary list for the first Mao Dun Literary Award.
"Has Xiao Fang's "The Fission of Qin" been selected?"
"Selected with a high vote."
As soon as Zhang Guangnian said this, Fang Yan immediately came Spirit, ears pricked up, wanting to continue eavesdropping.
However, Hu Muqiao and Zhang Guangnian deliberately lowered their voices and could not be heard at all.
Not to mention, "Shang Yang" was being rehearsed on the stage, and the actors' passionate voices echoed in the hall.
Everyone was talking in low voices, and Zhang Guangnian suddenly said:
“Some comrades have been worried about Xiao Fang’s inheritance. If he is finally selected, it may cause unnecessary criticism. ”
“This concern does exist in the review meeting”
Feng Mu nodded, with a serious look on his face.
Wan Jiabao said seriously, "In my opinion, whether Xiao Fang can be selected in the end will be decided by Brother Ba and the judges of the jury, and let the broad masses of the people judge."
As soon as these words came out, everyone took it seriously.
Everyone looked at the dialect vaguely.
(End of this chapter)