Yu Hua has a relatively indifferent attitude towards things like symposiums. He may go or not.
He seems to have passed the time when he was eager to prove himself, and naturally he doesn't have the anxiety of being a newbie.
"Let's go have some fun." Yu Hua looked very relaxed.
"Then let's go have some fun."
The next day, Yu Hua called Wu Shuqing and briefly talked about the symposium, and then asked for Wang Zengqi's contact information.
Holding the piece of paper with the number written on it in his hand, Yu Hua looked at Yu Dong and said, "How about you call?"
Yu Dong took a step back, "Why do you want me to call the number you want? You call, you call."
"Didn't you ask me to ask for it?"
"You don't want it yourself?"
"I do want it subjectively, but if you hadn't asked me to want it, I might not have wanted it. So the main responsibility for causing this situation lies with you." Yu Hua directly stuffed the note into Yu Dong's hand.
"I think the main responsibility still lies with you. Your mouth is on your face. I can't control what you say."
The two were pushing each other. Bi Feiyu was sweating profusely as he passed by the corridor. He saw them pushing each other through the window. He walked in curiously and asked: "What's going on? What can't be beaten?"
Seeing that it was Bi Feiyu who was here, Yu Hua smiled and said, "You're just in time, we're going to call your fellow villager."
"My fellow countryman?" Bi Feiyu looked confused, "Which one?"
"Wang Zengqi."
"Mr. Wang?" Bi Feiyu ran over and took the note from Yu Hua's hand, "Where did you get the number?"
"I picked it up on the road." Yu Hua joked, "Why don't you try calling it to see if it's Mr. Wang's number."
"Childish!" Bi Feiyu pouted, then he thought about it and said, "How about I give it a try?"
"bring it on."
Bi Feiyu grabbed his clothes and wiped the sweat from his face, rubbed his hands, and then gently picked up the microphone.
Yu Dong and Yu Hua put their heads together, held their breaths, and watched him dial the number, feeling really nervous.
Now they somewhat understood the mentality of those movie fans and poetry fans chasing stars, and Wang Zengqi also held a very high position in their hearts.
The call was dialed, and after a while, someone on the other side answered the phone.
"Hello?" An old man's voice sounded quite healthy.
Bi Feiyu was quite brave just now, but now he heard a voice from the other side and was stunned.
Yu Hua poked him at the side and whispered, "Speak."
"Ahem, hello, are you Mr. Wang Zengqi Wang?"
"Yes, it's me. Who are you?"
"Hello Mr. Wang, I am Bi Feiyu from Yangzhou. I am also accompanied by Yu Dong from Shanghai and Yu Hua from Haiyan."
Wang Zengqi was also stunned. He knew all three of them, but why did his self-introduction sound so weird?
"Hello everyone, what's the matter?"
Yu Hua said from the side, "Mr. Wang, there is nothing special. Because I have always admired you very much, I made a special call to interview you today. I specifically asked for the number from Principal Wu Shuqing."
Yu Dong gave a thumbs up. Isn't Yu Hua's beautiful words quite good? He was pushing her back and forth just now.
"Oh, thank you, thank you. You are also coming to the exchange meeting in November. We can meet then. I didn't expect you three to call. Was it Yu Hua or Yu Dong who spoke just now... Listen to the voice
It should be Yu Hua, Yu Dong's voice should be younger."
"Yes, I am Yu Hua."
"Haha, I just said yes, where is Yu Dong? Why don't you say anything?"
Yu Dong smiled and said, "Hello, Mr. Wang, I am Yu Dong."
"Sure enough, you should be younger. You are all still in Jinyi now, right? I read "Cucumber Garden Essays" one by one. Why is it that only Yu Hua is writing the follow-up and the other two of you are not writing? I am planning to write it later.
What?"
Wang Zengqi is from Yanjing and speaks Mandarin, but occasionally some local accent comes out, for example, he can say "hu".
The three of them looked at me, and I looked at you, but they didn't expect that Wang Zengqi had actually read their article. Bi Feiyu was a little flattered and said: "I also wrote a follow-up, but it has never been published."
"Now that you've written it, don't put it in your hands. There are fewer and fewer good articles in the past two years. You have to work hard. Also, Yu Dong, you have to write long stories. I saw that you posted it at the end of last year.
Aren’t the short and medium stories all very good?”
"Thank you Mr. Wang for the praise, I will definitely work hard."
"Of course, I also heard that you wrote some science fiction novels, which are very popular among people. I often want to read them to understand what young people like nowadays, but I really don't have enough energy..."
Wang Zengqi was more talkative than Yu Dong and the others thought. The three of them gathered together, and together they couldn't talk as much as the old gentleman alone.
But later, when the conversation was in full swing, Mr. Wang's wife called him and told him that he had something to do over there and ended the call. She only said that they would talk again after they went to Yanjing in a few days.
This was undoubtedly an invitation. Bi Feiyu would also hit the snake with a stick and directly ask the old gentleman where he lived and wait for a visit in a few days.
The old gentleman smiled and reported the specific address, and the three of them wrote it down carefully.
After hanging up the phone, the three of them looked at each other and smiled.
"I heard that Mr. Wang was in poor health before, so he seems to be doing well when he calls now." Yu Hua said with a smile.
Bi Feiyu nodded: "That's true... By the way, what's the cross-strait Chinese literary exchange meeting he just mentioned?"
Yu Dong explained, "Yanda is organizing a cross-strait literary exchange meeting and has invited some well-known writers and non-well-known writers. I, Mr. Wang, and Yu Hua are well-known writers."
“What about unknown writers?”
"Since you are unknown, why did you ask?"
Bi Feiyu snorted, "You are so crazy now."
Yu Hua said from the side, "How about it? Do you want to come with us to see it then?"
"I won't go, and they didn't invite me."
"I'm not asking you to attend the symposium, but to visit Mr. Wang together. We will go there in advance and visit in advance. Aren't you fellow villagers? You must know what specialties there are in his hometown. When we go there, we will bring some local products from his hometown.
Specialties are here." Yu Dong said.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "My home is dozens of kilometers away from Gaoyou... But I know that Gaoyou is famous for its wild ducks. You see, wild ducks often appear in the old gentleman's works."
"Wild duck? Do you want us to catch it ourselves? I'm afraid it wouldn't be good to send such a wild animal away," Yu Hua said.
"Someone specializes in raising wild ducks, so why don't you give me some wild ducks or wormwood sprouts?"
They didn't know about the fact that some people raised wild ducks, but they knew about the two dishes Bi Feiyu mentioned later because Wang Zengqi had written about them in his works.
For example, Cixiang, also known as Cixigu, Wang Zengqi once wrote an essay about it called "Pickled Vegetables and Cixiang Soup". He described his changes in his thoughts on this dish, from not liking it or not thinking about it at the beginning, to later always liking it.
Being able to find them to eat is actually a psychological change towards my hometown.
Since we are talking about mushrooms and mugwort and sprouts, we have to talk about other wild vegetables. Mr. Wang also wrote an article "Wild Vegetables from Hometown", which lists many wild vegetables.
Yu Dong waved his hand and said, "Since you want to bring gifts, let's buy some. I will buy them later. Also, I just happened to go to see Mo Yan this time. I haven't seen him for a long time."
Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu both nodded, and they were about to go see Mo Yan.
The last time they met was at a literary exchange meeting at Yan'an Normal University. When they had dinner together, they felt that Mo Yan was not in a good mood. Later, they heard that Mo Yan's mother had passed away, and he ran home and stayed there for several months.
Some time ago, he was writing his new book and spent several months practicing in seclusion.
Now that the new book is finished, Mo Yan has also contacted Deep Space Company and is preparing to find a publisher.
"I heard that he wrote a novel of 500,000 words in less than three months," Yu Hua said.
"I've heard about it too. It's said that he wrote this novel because his mother passed away. Such a long novel probably took a lot of energy from him. We all talked about how Yu Dong worked hard before, but now it seems that Mo Yan is working harder.
Some." Bi Feiyu smiled.
Yu Hua waved his hand, "Yu Dong has more endurance. He has written two million words in the past few years, right?"
"There should be some. I haven't counted them in details. Most of them are science fiction. In fact, if I want to talk fast, I think some writers from the north are more efficient."
The writers in the north mentioned by Yu Dong refer to some writers from the Shaanxi Army, especially Jia Pingwa.
Jia Pingwa doesn't have many long stories, but he has a lot of short and medium stories, which have been published in magazines of all sizes.
Unlike Yu Dong and others, Jia Pingwa and others publish many magazines, such as local magazines in Shaanxi Province, and their novels can often be seen. After all, you can get paid for publishing one article.
It is said that Jia Pingwa writes every day, and basically writes thousands of words every day, and his efficiency can rival the entire "Jinyi Gang".
Of course, the main thing that held Jin Yi Gang back was Yu Hua. This guy was the most idle of the group, but he was also the slowest at writing. It wasn't that he was slow in writing, it was mainly because he was lazy.
When he had nothing to do, he would either go out to play cards with someone, or wander around the school like a street kid.
…
Not two days later, Wu Shuqing called to say that the time for the conversation was set for November 11th and 12th.
With more than a month left, Yu Dong plans to finish writing his new book before the symposium.
Wang Hailin came here several times during this period, all for his novel. It can be seen that Wang Hailin has gradually got on the right track when writing novels, and he is becoming more and more motivated as he writes.
This kid is still talented, but his temper is unstable and he is easily impatient. If Yu Dong hadn't suppressed him, his mind would have gone to nowhere.
Now that he can write a novel with peace of mind, Yu Dong is very pleased. Even if the final result of this novel is not good, at least it will be a rare experience for Wang Hailin, and it will probably have a great impact on his future work.
It is beneficial.
During this period, Yu Dong spent most of his time writing novels. As for cooking... he insisted on it at first, not only him but also Cheng Yanqiu.
But soon, cooking became sparse. On the one hand, Jinyi’s canteen was getting better and better. The food was affordable and tasted pretty good. On the other hand, Yu Dong’s father-in-law and mother-in-law would call them home if they had nothing to do.
Have a meal.
Eating and eating has become the norm. Seven days a week, lunch and dinner add up to fourteen meals, at least five or six at the parents-in-law's house.
At the end of October, Wang Hailin came to Yu Dong again with a manuscript. This time he was not the only one, and Jia Zhangke also came with him.
There was nothing interesting about Wang Hailin's manuscript. It was almost complete, and only some details needed polishing. After Yu Dong read it, he said a few words and returned the manuscript to him.
"Brother Dong, I'll leave first."
Wang Hailin took the manuscript and ran away, but Jia Zhangke did not follow him.
Yu Dong looked at Jia Zhangke, "What's the matter with you kid?"
"Brother Dong, I also have a script, please help me read it."
Jia Zhangke smiled and took out a stack of manuscripts from his arms. The manuscripts were badly damaged, with many pages missing at the corners.
Yu Dong reached for the manuscript and asked with interest, "What is it about?"
"Little tiger." Jia Zhangke said.
Yu Dong was stunned, "Xiaohu? Ruan Xiaohu?"
Jia Zhangke grinned and said, "I asked Xiaohu for the authorization of "Little Tiger" and wrote this script."
It's a bit hard to say, but Yu Dong can understand it.
He didn't ask any more questions, opened the script and started reading.
The script is not long. It tells the story of a child named Xiaohu who was tricked by a fellow villager into living in a big city, but ended up becoming a thief.
In the original work of "Little Tiger", Xiaohu read a novel on the train and then changed his ways and decided not to be a thief again, but Jia Zhangke's script changed this paragraph.
In the script, what Xiaohu saw was not an unpublished novel, but Yu Dong's collection of novels, "One Day" in it.
There are other novels in the novel collection, but Xiaohu only saw "One Day" and was taken away by fellow countryman Fei.
Xiaohu wanted to return the book to its original owner, but Lao Fei snatched it away and threw it outside the train.
When he saw this paragraph, Yu Dong raised his head and looked at Jia Zhangke, "Why should we write "One Day" into it?"
"Because Xiaohu said that he liked this novel very much before, I was inspired and wrote this novel into it." Jia Zhangke said.
Yu Dong nodded, thinking that Xiaohu had told him something else.
Continue reading the script.
After getting off the train with Lao Fei, Xiaohu proposed to break up the partnership, but Lao Fei refused, but in the end he couldn't resist, so Lao Fei said that he would let Xiaohu help him for another month. After one month, he would find a new helper and let Xiaohu leave.
Xiaohu accepted the proposal and decided to help Lao Fei for the last month.
But unfortunately, before the month was over, Xiaohu was arrested.
The last scene is a bit similar to "Xiao Wu". Xiao Hu is handcuffed at the door of a bookstore, watching the people coming and going, and the book "One Day" in the window of the bookstore.
Except for the last scene, there are other things in the script that are a bit like "Xiao Wu". For example, Lao Fei likes to call himself a craftsman, and has Xiao Hu also claim to be a craftsman.
The main plot of the script is all set on the train. Except for the book that Xiaohu saw, the rest is about how their small gang stole things.
Yu Dong took the script and knocked on the table, "Overall, it's good, but the story is a little thin. The character Xiaohu also seems thin because of the thinness of the story. Most of the first part, I pay more attention to."
Put it on the character Lao Fei."
Before Jia Zhangke could speak, Yu Dong said again, "I can feel that you want to give people the feeling that Lao Fei is the future Xiaohu... Am I wrong?"
Jia Zhangke smiled and nodded, "Brother Dong, you are right, I just want to write about this feeling. I have been thinking about how to make this depressing feeling stand out and last. Then I thought, if this feeling
Suppression is endless, and maybe it can achieve its goal. Lao Fei is the little tiger later, and Xiaohu is Lao Fei's past, like a circle, never ending, with no end in sight. This also fits the theme of "One Day"
The subject of a novel.”
In this way, the movie is even more different from "Little Tiger", and it is also very different from Jia Zhangke's own "Xiao Wu", but the idea is still quite good and very symbolic.
Of course, if the script is written like this, there are also very high requirements for the use of lenses.
Some things don't mean you can write them down just because you think of them. Even if you write them down, they may not be able to be photographed.
And if it were shot according to the script, the cost would be higher than that of "Xiao Wu" because many scenes in it had to be completed on the train.
Yu Dong thought for a while and suggested, "If you want to achieve the effect you mentioned, maybe you can try blurring the name. You can just remove the name Lao Fei and find three actors, one in his teens and one in his teens."
Thirty years old, forty years old... Just give a little clue to let the audience think that they are the same person."
Jia Zhangke scratched his head and said, "Brother Dong, can you tell me more specifically?"
"For example, the teenage boy is A, the thirty-year-old young man is B, and the middle-aged man in his forties is C. In the first half of the movie, C takes A to steal things on the train, and then gets off the train.
To break up the gang, C proposed to do it for another month...and then it started from B's perspective, where he stole things alone and was caught."
Jia Zhangke's eyes lit up, "I understand. From B's perspective, the audience can't tell whether B is A's future or C's past. The three people overlapped together. Then I can deepen this impression through other people's names.
, for example, A is Xiaohu, B is Brother Tiger, and C is Uncle Tiger.”
Yu Dong nodded, "That's just what I mean. You go back and think about it to see if it's feasible."
Jia Zhangke nodded excitedly, "Okay, I'll try it when I get back and see how it turns out."
"Whether it can be written is secondary, the key is whether it can be filmed." Yu Dong said with a smile, "Improve the script. If possible, I hope you can draw all the storyboards... You talk to the director every day
If you mix it with students majoring in engineering and art, there should be no problem with the storyboarding, right?"
Jia Zhangke said with a smile: "There is still room for improvement."
"No matter what, take it out and show it to me. If it's good, I'll ask Deep Space to add this film to the director support program."
"Okay, thank you, Brother Dong."
"You're welcome, just pay attention."
Chapter completed!