Chapter 315: Countdown to the Wedding
People feel refreshed during happy events.
Fang Yan finally showed his sword, and practiced a set of Chongling Sword Techniques with Gong Zhen to amuse himself. You used a move to "meet each other for the first time in the fog", and I used a move to "meet each other after the rain". The loving couple saw each other's moves. It's so exciting to break up the moves, painful and happy at the same time!
After a short stay in Shanghai, he immediately set off back to Beijing, accompanied by Gong's father, Gong's mother and other families.
Clang, clang, clang, the carriage was bumping.
The train was driving through the foggy snowy sky.
“Before coming here, I have already decorated the courtyard house in Hougulouyuan Hutong.” Fang Yan said with a smile: “You can move in directly, so you don’t need to find a guest house.”
< br>“Okay!”
Gong Ying's eyes shone, "Brother-in-law, if I am chosen by the crew of "A Dream of Red Mansions", will I live there in the future?"
Fang Yan waved his hand, "The crew will arrange accommodation for the actors collectively. Training, classes started.”
Gong's mother said with a straight face: "When we really arrive in Yanjing, do you know that we will not cause more trouble for your sister and brother-in-law?"
"I know!"
Seeing Gong Ying resentful Sticking out his tongue, Gong Zhen shook his head helplessly and laughed. Suddenly he felt a few taps on the back of his hand.
Fang Yan’s eyes reassured her, and he continued: “Shanghai Film Studio has already agreed that as long as Nortel agrees, you can go to Nortel’s directing department for further studies after the year, which will take about two years. .”
Gong Qie’s eyes flickered, “Can I really be a director?”
"The threshold for a director is not as low as you think, but it's not as high as you expect either."
Fang Yan showed a faint smile.
If she knew that in the future, any cat or dog could become a director, even Zhang Yimou, a veteran "famous director", would only be a shit-flavored chocolate director like "Man Jiang Hong" and "Turandot" Bad movie, I don’t know what to think?
“No way?”
Gong Qian blinked, doubtful.
"Whether you believe it or not, I believe you anyway."
The purpose of dialect is not that simple. The director is just a springboard. Sooner or later, he will progress to a filmmaker with the right to speak.
Seeing Yoko's brother-in-law carefully planning for her sister, Gong Ying's eyes were full of envy, brother-in-law, I also want to make progress!
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When we arrived in Yanjing, the Forty-Nine City was also completely white.
Once you step on it, your shoes are no longer visible.
Each street office mobilized the neighbors in the alleys to form an army of snow clearers.
Early in the morning, we started clearing the snow, but the children were naughty and had a snowball fight in high spirits.
Snowballs are flying around one after another. If you are not careful, you will be attacked by snowballs coming out of nowhere.
In addition to snowball fights, we also played "sledding".
People fell on their backs, horses turned somersaults, and collided with each other. For a time, the streets and alleys became a sea of joy.
Under the guidance of the dialect, Father Gong and the others came to the quadrangle with two entrances in Hougulouyuan Hutong, their eyes widened.
Although I had been mentally prepared, when I saw the courtyard with my own eyes, my heart was pounding and I swallowed subconsciously.
“Yanzi, I remember you said that on the train.”
Gong’s mother was stunned on the spot, “Do you have many houses like this in Yanjing?”
Fang Yan nodded and said, "This is the first courtyard house I bought. It's not far from Nanluogu Lane, just a short walk away."
"It's so cold, let's not stand outside."
Gong Qie greeted them into the room, skillfully arranged the room and asked them to put their luggage.
At noon, a group of people arrived at Fang Yan’s house. Yang Xia, Fang Hong, and Fang Yan had been waiting in the lobby for a long time. For the first time, the two families sat face to face and chatted while eating. The atmosphere was harmonious and enjoyable.
After the meal, Fang Yan went to visit one by one to deliver wedding invitations. There were elders like Shen Shuang, Zhang Guangnian, Wan Jiabao, Ding Ling, and Wang Meng, as well as friends like Tian Zengxiang and Shi Tiesheng. If they didn't want to make the event too earth-shattering, they would even have bees on the road. You can also invite a few of your poker friends.
When I came to Yenching University, I happened to meet Bai Ruoxue on the playground, building a snowman with Suzuki Yoko, Tang Shengnan and the others.
"Teacher Fang!"
Seeing them approaching, Fang Yan smiled and said: "Yoko and Yui must have received it, these two copies are yours."
"Congratulations, Teacher Fang."
Bai Ruoxue's eyes were complicated.
Suzuki Yoko said: "Teacher Fang, my father knew that you were getting married soon, so he specifically asked me to bring you a bottle of sake."
Fang Yan thanked him, "Wait a minute. When I return to Japan for the first time, I would like to thank the Suzuki branch for me. "Long."
"Also, I brought the newspaper you asked me to bring from Japan."
Suzuki Yoko shook off the snow on his body, "These days. I have translated several reports with Yui.”
Fang Yan said: "Thank you for your hard work."
Hashimoto Yui waved her hands repeatedly, "Teacher Fang, you don't know how popular "Midnight Ring" is now in Japan!"
< br>Dialect aroused a strong interest, and they listened to Suzuki Yoko reporting the results. As of the day they left Japan, the two volumes had sold more than 400,000 copies in total, and "Nashan, That Man, That Dog" was instantly This kind of pure literature is beyond.
And to convey Suzuki Shunjiro's original words, the sales volume is expected to be no less than that of "The Sinking of Japan".
“With this book, Mr. Komatsu Sakyo became the fifth richest man in the world of literature.”
Hashimoto Yui's tone was full of excitement.
When it comes to this, Dialect is not sleepy.
"Teacher Fang, my father has a merciless request."
Suzuki Yoko sincerely pleads to authorize the global publishing rights of "The Ring" to Youfei Pavilion.
Youfeige can increase the royalties to 22%, which is only the first-line Japanese writers and great literary giants have this qualification.
Dialect pondered for a moment: "Publishing rights other than those in China can be considered."
Suzuki Yoko smiled knowingly: "I had expected that you had such concerns, so I informed my father in advance. He He said that there is no problem at all. Regarding publishing in China, Teacher Fang can do whatever he wants, and he can cooperate with any publishing house."
Fang Yan was quite satisfied and nodded.
Although "spiritual pollution" has been completely stopped, the negative impact has not completely disappeared until now.
Especially this fatal blow has severely damaged the vitality of science fiction literature and has been unable to recover.
There are fewer and fewer science fiction periodicals available on the market, and the publishing houses that publish them either transform or cease operations.
Nowadays, throughout the country, only "Science Fiction Literature" in Chengdu and "Wisdom Tree" in Jinmen are still "living on".
But it was also difficult to live, and I lost a stable group of contributors, and there was a frequent shortage of manuscripts. I had no choice but to translate and publish foreign science fiction literature to make up for it, even to the point of extremes. No need to use non-science fiction works to make up the numbers.
After all, the criticism and doubts faced by science fiction literature have discouraged many writers who write science fiction novels or prepare to write science fiction novels. Even the most famous science fiction novelist in China, Ye Yonglie, is not immune.
For example, "The Miracle on the World's Highest Peak" is about a scientific expedition team discovering dinosaur eggs on Mount Everest and successfully hatching dinosaurs. This storyline has been questioned as "pseudoscience".
After more than ten years, the dinosaur-themed "Jurassic Park" has taken the world by storm.
Compared to the past, it is sad.
Time is running out to save Chinese science fiction literature!
(End of this chapter)