There is no acting student who doesn’t want to act in movies, and Xu Zheng is certainly no exception.
In fact, Xu Zheng was a little nervous about coming this time, because the timing was too coincidental. "Second World" and "The Butterfly Effect" had just become popular, and he came over, somewhat suspected of being a fan.
The more famous Yu Dong became, the more embarrassed he became to come. If he hadn't come here on business this time, he wouldn't have mustered up the courage to come.
If Yu Dong knew what Xu Zheng was thinking, he would probably laugh it off. Young people are still young people, they have too many ideas and are not confident enough.
Mainly because I'm not thick-skinned enough.
After sitting here for a while longer, Xu Zheng stood up and left.
Yu Dong didn't stay with him, but just gave him an umbrella, "It's raining, I can't live without an umbrella. Remember to return it to me next time we meet."
Xu Zheng understood the meaning, took the umbrella and said with a smile: "Thank you, Teacher Yu."
After Xu Zheng left, Yu Dong started writing again. In fact, he originally wanted to write a play for Xu Zheng, or simply recommend him to directors such as Zhang Yimou or Feng Xiaoning.
But then I thought about it, Xu Zheng had just graduated, and it would be a good thing for him to work more in the theater troupe. He is the time to accumulate at this age. If he misses the accumulation during this period, it will be difficult for him to develop in the future. Yu Dong
I'm afraid that if I try to help now, it will end up being a source of help.
It rained heavily outside again, and the small ditches along the walkway that had been washed away by rain over the years were filled with water again.
When the weather is sunny and the wind is warm and gentle, when you are in the hut, you always feel that this small, cramped room is like a cage trapping people. Now that the wind and rain are blowing, the hut has become a haven to escape the wind and rain. It depends on it to protect you from the wind and rain.
Invasion.
Listening to the sound of rain, my heart slowly calmed down.
It was not until the evening when the rain gradually stopped that Yu Dong put away his pen.
When he looked up, he saw another red figure in the corner of the courtyard. Cheng Yanqiu was holding an umbrella with his head lowered, jumping up and down on his small leather shoes, avoiding the puddles on the ground.
Finally walking onto the cement road, she looked up and saw Yu Dong looking at her.
"How long have you been watching?"
Yu Dong smiled and said, "I've been watching it since you turned into a frog."
"You are the frog."
"Well, I'm a frog, so why are you looking for a frog?"
"My parents asked us to go back for dinner tonight."
Yu Dong asked strangely, "Why didn't you call and why did you go all the way?"
"Isn't this just a way to go? Why waste phone bills?"
Yu Dong nodded, "I'll clean it up."
…
When he arrived at his father-in-law's house, Yu Dong found out that the old couple wanted to buy furniture for their new house.
The mother-in-law took out 20,000 yuan and gave it to Yu Dong. They were all brand-new and large bills. They must have been specially taken out from the bank.
The economy has developed in the past two years, and 20,000 yuan is much lower than in previous years, but it is not a small amount. Not many families can afford 20,000 yuan in cash at once.
Yu Dong pushed it a few times but didn't push it away. In the end, he just accepted the money without saying anything.
"I'll give you the money, and you decide what you want to buy. According to your plan, you will get the certificate in one month, and the house will follow. So I suggest you take the time to go to the mall during this time and prepare to buy furniture.
Already."
Yu Dong nodded and said with a smile: "I'm already looking at them, but I still have to wait until the renovation is completed before I can decide which ones to buy. Now I'm going over there, mainly to take a look and compare, so that I can have a good idea when I buy."
"Well, at home, no matter how big or small the house is, it is always right for the husband and wife to run it seriously and step by step. You don't have to worry too much about eating. Just make the fire yourself when you have time. If you don't have time, tell your family.
Her father and I usually have nothing to do at home, so it’s not troublesome to cook." Chen Yuqing said with a smile.
Cheng Liye waved his hand and said, "Don't come back too often. You have your own life, and we, the old couple, also have our own lives. But I have a little request for you. You should take time to visit your grandparents more in the future.
They are older and it is not easy for them to ride in the car, so you should work harder and run more."
Yu Dong nodded repeatedly, "Definitely, definitely."
As they talked, the old couple felt that they wanted to entrust their daughter to their daughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became sad. Fortunately, they also felt that the atmosphere was not right, so they did not continue talking.
Before leaving, Cheng Liye suddenly said, "Yu Dong, is the brush still easy to use?"
Yu Dong knew that his father-in-law was worried about Cheng Yanqiu's borrowing of brushes, so he smiled and said, "I have ordered a batch of new brushes and will send them to you to choose from when they arrive."
Cheng Yanqiu curled his lips and said, "Stingy."
"Stingy? People say that daughters are thief from their parents' families. I think this is true at all. Just take it as you say. There is indeed a lot of it, but it's a good thing that you can clean it all in one go."
"You don't write much usually." Cheng Yanqiu muttered.
Cheng Liye laughed angrily, "I am still blessed to have such a filial daughter."
…
In the Lanshi Hotel, Gao Hongbo looked at the words hanging on the wall and asked the manager Lin Ruoqi next to him with a smile, "What is the origin of this poem?"
Because Gao Hongbo was a knowledgeable person, Lin Ruoqi didn't like to talk nonsense, so he said truthfully, "Teacher Yu said that this poem was written by a poet named Huangguayuan Sanren, and he wrote it for his wife."
"Cucumber Garden Sanren?" Gao Hongbo squinted and thought for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Xiao Lin, you were teased by Teacher Yu Dong."
Lin Ruoqi asked confusedly, "Teacher Gao, what do you mean?"
Gao Hongbo pointed to the poem on the wall and said, "If nothing else, this poem should have been written by Yu Dong himself. Cucumber Garden Sanren refers to himself, and Cucumber Garden refers to Jinling Academy of Art. Xiaolin, have you not read "
"Essay on the Cucumber Garden"?
Lin Ruoqi said with shame, "I really haven't seen it, I don't know which masterpiece it is."
"It was also written by Yu Dong and the others." Gao Hongbo held his chin and looked at Yu Dong's poem carefully, and then said, "This poem is well written, but it is simple and artistic, and it is indeed written from the heart. It has not been done before.
I heard that Yu Dong still writes poetry, but it seems that he just hides it and doesn't publish it."
"Why did he hide it and not reveal it?" Lin Ruoqi asked curiously.
Gao Hongbo shook his head, "I don't know about this. Everyone has their own ideas. But your hotel has made a profit. As far as I know, Yu Dong has not published a poem before."
In fact, there is. The song "Tree" written by Yu Dong before was widely circulated among some college students in Jinling, but Gao Hongbo didn't know about it.
Hearing what Gao Hongbo said, Lin Ruoqi was certainly happy, and it was not in vain that he begged Yu Dong for help. Before, he thought that there really was a Cucumber Garden Sanren, and he even searched for it in some ancient poetry collection. To his surprise, it was
could not find it.
Now Gao Hongbo's words can be regarded as clearing up his doubts. At the same time, when someone asks about the origin of this poem in the future, he will have some answers.
After learning that the Sanren of Cucumber Garden was Yu Dong, Lin Ruoqi suddenly opened his mind.
Yu Dong said at the time that this poem was written for his wife when he was in his twenties by a Sanren man from Huangguayuan. Now it seems that Yu Dong wrote it for his wife. The theme of the story is eye-catching enough. Lin Ruoqi has even
A touching love story was sketched in my mind.
Gao Hongbo also thinks this subject matter is very good.
He came to Lanshi on business, and the local government arranged for him to stay at Lanshi Hotel. Because he had stayed here several times, he and Lin Ruoqi were old acquaintances.
When I passed by just now, I saw an extra piece of writing, so I stopped and looked at it. I knew from the signature that it was actually written by Yu Dongxia, so I went to Lin Ruoqi to ask.
In the past two years, Yu Dong has become a name that cannot be ignored in the domestic literary world. His books can be seen everywhere on street stalls and bookstores, including popular, serious and literary ones. He is not absent.
Today, when literature is gradually declining, it is not easy for Yu Dong to open up such a situation.
And their "Poetry Journal" has long since lost its glory. There are still novels by rising stars such as Yu Dong, Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu. What about poetry? Who can rely on, Bei Dao and Shu Ting? Even if they can still write for many years, what about the readers?
, people don’t like reading poetry anymore.
There are also some poets, such as Han Dong, who think about writing novels every day, but write less and less poems.
In the past few years, some people have clamored that novels are dead, but novels are not dead. Others have clamored that poetry is dead, but poetry is really dying.
Later, after much deliberation, Gao Hongbo called Su Tong and asked for Yu Dong's contact information, and then only called Yu Dong again.
When Yu Dong received the call, he was about to go shopping with Cheng Yanqiu to look at furniture and appliances, so he had no intention of chatting with Gao Hongbo in detail.
I heard that Gao Hongbo saw the poem he wrote in Lanshi Hotel and wanted to publish it in the "Poetry Magazine". Yu Dong didn't say much, just said, "Teacher Gao, if you think the poem is good, just publish it."
...You can just pay me the royalties as you see fit. I really have something to do right now. Let’s talk in detail later when we have a chance. How about that?”
"Uh...ok."
Gao Hongbo hung up the phone blankly, and Yu Dong agreed simply, but not too enthusiastically, and didn't give him a chance to communicate at all. He thought that if he revealed his identity, Yu Dong would chat with him enthusiastically, but he didn't know that he said in a hurry
After saying this, he hung up.
But I can’t find anything wrong with it. It’s normal for people to be busy with other things.
But no matter what, at least I got Yu Dong's consent to publish the song "Luo Luo", and the goal was achieved.
As for Yu Dong, he had already gone to the mall with Cheng Yanqiu.
The new business building of Xinbai Phase 1 just opened this year and was very lively. The two of them felt the rush of people before they even entered the building. There were many people shopping, and even more people came to join in the fun.
Although everyone generally has little money, the supply and demand relationship for many items in shopping malls is still lower than demand. For example, TV sets, more than 20 years later, generally no one will spend a year or even several years of salary to buy a TV set. It is different now.
TVs are expensive, but many people are willing to buy them.
Because in this era, TVs represent different meanings. Unlike later generations, TVs have become less important. Many people prefer to watch TV on their mobile phones or computers.
The two went to watch TV first. Today's color TVs are very small, basically about 20 inches, and the price is not cheap. Yu Dong saw a 21-inch color TV made by Neon with a price tag of 3,800 yuan, which cost him more than a year's salary.
.
Later, I saw a 29-inch model, which is basically the treasure of the store. The price is more than 10,000, and there is only such a prototype in the store. If you want to buy a new model, you have to reserve it.
Originally, when Yu Dong and the others were looking at the small color TV, the salesperson was quite enthusiastic. Later, when Yu Dong asked about the large color TV, he could clearly feel that the salesperson's enthusiasm had dropped by half.
It's not too bad, but it's just not as responsive as before. Yu Dong didn't say anything because he had no plans to buy a TV in the first place.
The house won't be available until January, and it will take at least half a year to decorate it and buy furniture. He can wait until the furniture is in the house before buying electrical appliances. Anyway, electrical appliances can be installed after he buys them, so it won't waste time.
In such an era of rapid change, it is really not wise to buy electrical appliances more than half a year in advance. Who knows whether there will be a new TV set in half a year and whether the price will drop?
"Cheng Yanqiu."
The two of them had just left the electrical appliance area when they suddenly heard someone calling Cheng Yanqiu.
They looked back and saw a fat woman about the same age as them walking over. She didn't come alone, but she had someone in her arms, another in her hand, and another behind her.
Those in her arms and hands should be her children, and the one behind her should be her husband.
"Cheng Yanqiu, it's really you. You haven't changed much in all these years."
Cheng Yanqiu looked at the other party and couldn't remember who the other party was for a moment. The woman smiled and said, "I'm Kan Tingting. We were at the same table in junior high school for more than a month."
"Kan Tingting." Cheng Yanqiu opened his eyes wide with an incredible expression, "I remember you before..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Haha, I used to be very thin, right. Now I got married and gave birth to two more children, and I have gained weight. These are our two children, the older one has just been born
She's in elementary school, and the younger one hasn't been weaned yet." After saying that, Kan Tingting patted her eldest daughter on the back of her head and said, "Call me auntie."
"Hello, aunt." The little girl called obediently.
"Hello to you too." Cheng Yanqiu bent down and greeted the little girl with a smile, "What's your name?"
"My name is Lu Yanyan."
"By the way, are you married now? Who is this?" Kan Tingting looked at Yu Dong and asked.
Cheng Yanqiu introduced with a smile, "This is my fiancé, Yu Dong."
"Hello, hello, you are such a talented and handsome woman. When I was in middle school, Cheng Yanqiu was the most beautiful woman in our class. Every day, she would receive small notes from other classes."
Kan Tingting looked very happy when she met her old classmate. She pulled Cheng Yanqiu and said, "Are you here to buy anything today? I heard that you later went to the Conservatory of Music. How are you doing now? Are you working out of town or have you just come back? I am
I have been in Jinling, but I have never met you. I have met many of my former junior high school classmates, but I rarely met those who went to college. Most of them went to other places. "
She had many questions, and Cheng Yanqiu didn't know which one to answer first. However, Kan Tingting obviously did not want Cheng Yanqiu to answer, and continued to talk to herself.
After a while, his husband said impatiently, "Why don't you buy something? The store is about to close."
"Oh, okay." Kan Tingting responded quickly, and then said to Cheng Yanqiu, "I have something to do today. Let's talk again when we have the opportunity."
After saying that, she took her daughter and her husband and walked forward.
Cheng Yanqiu looked at Kan Tingting's back and was stunned for a while.
"What are you thinking about?"
Cheng Yanqiu shook his head, "It's nothing, I just feel very surprised. Kan Tingting used to be very thin, even thinner than me, but I didn't expect that she has changed so much now. And she got married too early, and her daughter is already in elementary school."
"Does it feel like getting married is scary?" Yu Dong asked with a smile.
"No, but I feel that his husband is not very friendly."
"It's really not very friendly." Yu Dong nodded, always feeling that Kan Tingting's husband looked bitter and resentful, which made everyone unhappy.
Moreover, Kan Tingting seemed to be quite afraid of her husband. She was happily chatting with Cheng Yanqiu, but once her husband spoke, she did not dare to talk any more.
However, Yu Dong and the others couldn't care about other people's housework. They chatted casually for a few words and then continued shopping.
About ten minutes later, Kan Tingting found them again and gave Cheng Yanqiu a note, "This is my home phone number. You can call me if you have nothing to do. But try to call me during the day in the middle of the week. I don't like it at other times."
available."
After saying that, she left in a hurry.
Cheng Yanqiu clutched the note, feeling that this light note was extraordinarily heavy. What on earth did Kan Tingting endure after getting married? Even chatting with middle school classmates had to be so secretive?
Later, when Yu Dong saw that she was absent-minded, he pulled her and said, "Let's go, there's nothing to see anymore. Let's make time to come here next time."
…
By the end of November, the box office of "Second World" in China has basically been released, and Yanjing has already scheduled the movie ahead of schedule. The current box office is 110 million, and it won't increase much if there are more movies in the future.
However, as the first introduced budget blockbuster, it has a box office of 110 million, which can be said to be a good start.
At the same time, "The Butterfly Effect" also exceeded 30 million, and finally received 34 million at the box office. The results are also very impressive.
During this period, "The Second World" was also released in other countries and regions, first in the UK, then in Neon, Korea, Xiangjiang in China...
"Reference News" has been reporting on the box office news of "The Second World" recently. This is the first time since "Reference News" was founded that it has paid such attention to a movie, and it is also a foreign movie.
Although the news in "Reference News" lags behind that of foreign media, for domestic audiences, this is their only window to understand foreign countries. Therefore, many readers who pay attention to the film situation read the column of "Reference News" every day, thinking
Be the first to know the box office situation of "The Second World".
“Another weekly box office champion!”
Wang Hailin patted the table, "If this continues, "Second World" might really be able to beat "Jurassic Park" and win the global box office championship in film history."
"Why do I feel that following the reports of "Reference News" is more exciting than following Teacher Yu's novels."
"Don't talk nonsense, I would rather read novel updates. But the teacher always publishes science fiction, why don't we publish a mystery novel again? Our mystery novel club doesn't have enough cards."
"How about you go talk to Teacher Yu and ask him to write another mystery novel?"
Wang Hailin said angrily, "I think you asked me to light a lantern and go to the toilet to seek death. How can I influence what kind of novels Brother Dong should write? But having said that, don't complain that our mystery novels don't have a good reputation. This one doesn't have a good reputation either."
We can't just rely on Brother Dong alone. Over there at the Science Fiction Association, members often publish novels in "Science Fiction World". What about you? Can you stop making steamed buns and fight for your reputation? Let's also write a few mystery novels? "Grudge" isn't always there
Are you soliciting essays on mystery novels? Give me some help."
Hearing what Wang Hailin said, most of the members shrank their necks, expressing their inability to do anything.
After a while, another member said, "President, you said it lightly, but you are setting an example for us. You are still an actor, so you can write novels easily?"
"Yes, President, you are so good at writing. It won't be difficult to write a mystery novel, right?"
"Yes, yes, come on, President."
Wang Hailin was furious when he saw how cowardly the members were.
However, he should think carefully about the mystery novel club. Most of the members now come here for the werewolf game. There are not that many who like to read mystery novels, and there are almost none who can write them.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sometimes he thinks that he might as well write it himself, but he really doesn’t know where to start.
Seeing the members making a fuss, he held his chin and thought for a while, then patted the table, "Just make a proof, but I have agreed that when I finish writing, each of you will write an article, no matter good or bad,
At least five thousand words."
Why five thousand words? Because Wang Hailin was particularly impressed by this number, Yu Dong assigned them homework, many of which started at five thousand words.
Seeing Wang Hailin pounding the table and rolling up his sleeves, other members also followed suit.
"Write it, let's write it together. I don't believe that one of the dwarfs can't choose a general."
"Three cobblers can only stand up to one Zhuge Liang. With so many of us, we will definitely be able to produce good works."
"Damn it, you can't let those guys from the Science Fiction Association look down on you."
In this way, the Reasoning Association launched a writing movement, because that day was December 3rd, and later this movement was called the 123 Movement.
After the 123 Movement began, Wang Hailin went to find Yu Dong.
He got excited in front of the members and said that he wanted to write a mystery novel, but after calming down, he found that he still had no idea, so he went to Yu Dong with a face and asked Yu Dong to give some suggestions.
"You want to write a mystery novel?" Yu Dong looked at Wang Hailin in surprise, "Seriously? Not just for fun?"
Wang Hailin patted his chest and promised, "I will never play tricks. Whether the writing is good or not is another matter. I will definitely write a mystery novel this time."
Yu Dong looked at Wang Hailin seriously again, and then gave Wang Hailin a pen and paper, "Here, write a letter of guarantee. Just say that you have decided to write a mystery novel. It will be completed within one year and the length will be no less than 100,000 words."
Wang Hailin looked at the pen and paper and said calmly, "Brother Dong, this is not necessary, between people..."
"Write it or not?" Yu Dong glanced at him, "If you don't write it, get out and don't bother me."
"Write, I'll write right away."
Wang Hailin quickly picked up the pen and wrote: I, Wang Hailin, solemnly promise to write a mystery novel of at least 100,000 words within one year. If I violate this oath, I will be struck by lightning.
"Sign, time and name." Yu Dong pointed to the blank space below and reminded.
Wang Hailin wrote the time and name again, and then asked, "Do you want to press your fingerprint?"
He was originally joking, but he didn't expect that Yu Dongzhen brought him ink pads and said, "Press it."
"This..." Wang Hailin licked his lips and pressed his fingerprints honestly.
"Okay, let's live together." Yu Dong put away the guarantee letter and said with a smile, "Now that the guarantee letter has been written, let's take it seriously. You said you wanted to write a mystery novel, do you have an idea?"
"I came to you just because I didn't have any."
"Then let me give you a rundown. You have written a few short stories, and the quality is acceptable. But writing a long story is different from writing a short story. It is easy to break down. I suggest you start with the familiar ones."
“Start with the familiar ones first?”
Yu Dong nodded, "You have lived for so many years, what are you most familiar with?"
"Go to school." Wang Hailin replied honestly.
"Okay, let's go to school. You can put your story in the school. For mystery novels, there must be a case, usually a murder case. You have to think about who died first, and then think about who killed it.
He or they, in the end, who finds the murderer."
"After you have thought about these things, you have to start thinking more deeply, such as why the murderer killed the person, love killing? Passion killing? Vendetta? There must be a motive. Then there is the question of how the murderer killed the deceased, with a knife
?Use poison? Create accidents? These sound pretty simple, right?"
Wang Hailin nodded and shook his head. He felt that what Yu Dong said was quite simple, but it was not easy to actually conceive it.
Seeing his reaction, Yu Dong smiled and continued, "Let's take an example. I am the deceased and you are the murderer. Why would you kill me?"
Wang Hailin tilted his head and thought, "Then I probably..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Yu Dong said coldly, "It seems you really want to kill me."
"..."
Wang Hailin was petrified immediately. He didn't expect that Yu Dong would dig a hole for him to jump into.
Yu Dong waved his hand, "Okay, let's continue talking."
Wang Hailin didn't dare to continue what he was saying. He swallowed, considered his words and said, "If the deceased was a teacher and the murderer was a student, then it is very likely that the students were treated unfairly. It is also possible that the male students like
A female classmate was assaulted, or the murderer was simply the female student who was assaulted. Of course, there is also the possibility that the student and the teacher had a grudge. Or, the teacher discovered something ulterior about the student and was silenced.
…”
Yu Dong pressed his hand and signaled him to stop, "Look at you, didn't you make a good point?"
Wang Hailin chuckled and said, "I am also inspired by you."
"Okay, that's it for today. Go back and sort out what you're thinking about, see if you can find some inspiration, and come back to me next time."
"Okay, I'll go back and prepare."
Seeing Wang Hailin leave happily, Yu Dong knew that this guy must have a thousand words in his mind now, but when he actually writes, he will not write a word.
Chapter completed!