1980 My literary era

There are only a few main characters in "Farewell My Concubine". With his relationship with Chen Peisi, he definitely can't be a supporting role.

Cheng Dieyi, Duan Xiaolou, Juxian, none of them are the same as Chen Peisi!

or……

Lin Weimin stared at Chen Xiaoer's bald head, how about letting him play the role of Fourth Master Yuan? There aren’t many scenes anyway, so it should be no problem to communicate with Renyi.

Chen Peisi was a little confused by Lin Weimin's eyes, "What's wrong? Is there a role suitable for me?"

"Do you want to play a supporting role?"

"Supporting role?" Chen Peisi was a little disappointed, but when he thought about it, he took the initiative to ask for it, "Then you have to let me read the script."

"Have you taken Qiao'er yet?"

Seeing that Lin Weimin was unhappy, Chen Peisi muttered: "What I told you before was the protagonist."

"Nonsense, then why don't I have to write it out? I'm just a supporting character right now, why don't I act?"

Now that he had a role to support him, Lin Weimin became more forceful in his speech.

Chen Peisi said quickly: "Act! I'll act! Can't I act?"

He then complained: "You kid, you will be proud of being a screenwriter."

Lin Weimin nodded with satisfaction, that's pretty much it.

"Hey, for the people, please show me your novel?" Chen Peisi begged.

"The manuscript has been handed over to the editorial department. You can buy it and read it yourself after it is published."

"Then tell me first." Chen Peisi said impatiently.

Seeing the dissatisfied look on his face, Lin Weimin reluctantly said, "Okay."

Lin Weimin reviewed the plot of "Farewell My Concubine" and told Chen Peisi from beginning to end.

This lecture lasted for more than an hour, and the two of them didn't even bother to eat. Chen Peisi listened with a look of fascination on his face, completely immersed in the touching and soul-stirring story.

"The play was about to end. Yu Ji swung her sword to her neck. Duan Xiaolou seemed to have a premonition of something. He turned around and looked around, his eyes filled with blood.

He yelled "Yu Ji" at the top of his lungs!

Cheng Dieyi finally fell into the arms of his senior brother Duan Xiaolou, ending his brilliant and tragic life. "

Lin Weimin was very emotional until the end.

After the story was told, he and Chen Peisi didn't speak for a long time. Chen Peisi's eyes were red and his mood was agitated.

After a long time, Chen Peisi finally recovered from this heart-stirring story.

"For the people, Cheng Dieyi, let me act." He said in an extremely sincere tone.

Lin Weimin's Taoist heart was immediately shattered by his words.

Let you play Cheng Dieyi?

Lin Weimin wanted to go up and give him two big dicks, "Are you crazy?"

"Why can't I act?"

"Why can you act?"

The two looked at each other like a bullfight, tit for tat.

Looking at each other for more than ten seconds, Chen Peisi was finally defeated. He sighed dejectedly: "You kid, you kid, how can you write the character so well? It's alive! It's really alive!"

"Why can't I play Cheng Dieyi?"

"Why can't I play Cheng Dieyi?"

He was talking in Lin Weimin's ears like Mrs. Xianglin, almost getting nervous.

"How about you let me play Duan Xiaolou?" Chen Peisi settled for the next best thing.

Lin Weimin gave him a sideways glance, "How do you look like an overlord?"

"Isn't that small building a real overlord?"

"At least it looks good!"

Chen Peisi was hit hard.

For the first time, I feel the malice of this world. Is face so important?

"Are you ready to eat?" Lin Weimin said impatiently.

Chen Peisi looked at Lin Weimin resentfully, which sent a chill down his spine. Don't tell me, just this little look in his eyes really made him feel a bit like Cheng Dieyi.

When Lin Weimin thought of Chen Xiaoer dressing up as Yu Ji, he couldn't help but feel excited, thinking about all kinds of messy things.

After finally finishing the meal and leaving the hotel, Chen Peisi took Lin Weimin's hand.

"For the people, I don't ask too much for you, brother. The role you promised me should be similar to Cheng Dieyi."

Lin Weimin really wanted to slap this guy and send him to Tongzhou.

Is it similar to Cheng Dieyi?

I don’t even know if I can write such a character in the future?

How dare you mention it!

On the weekend, when it was rare to rest, Lin Weimin invited his friends and companions to come to his small courtyard for a party. He even called Yu Hua, who was visiting Yanjing City.

Yu Hua was carrying two bags of pastries when he entered.

"You're too polite." Lin Weimin smiled and took the pastry without worrying about it.

"How have you been in Yanjing these days?" he asked.

"It's so fun!" Yu Hua said with excitement.

This was the first time for him to come to Yanjing in his life. He was not burdened by studies and work, and he had a subsidy of two yuan a day. He really felt like a bird could fly as high as the sky.

"Come, let me introduce you." Lin Weimin pulled Yu Hua to the front of the crowd.

"This is the author I am responsible for, named Yu Hua. He is young and talented."

Yu Hua was a little embarrassed to be praised by Lin Weimin, and said with a blushing face: "Mr. Lin, you have won the award. I am just a primary school student in literary creation, and I still need to study more."

Lin Weimin introduced him to the people present, "This is Qu Xiaowei, a former writer who failed to make his debut."

Everyone present burst into laughter, and Qu Xiaowei cursed: “Fuck you!”

Lin Weimin did not reply and continued to introduce Yu Hua, "These two are Zhu Changsheng and He Qizhi from our "Contemporary". You have met them all."

"And this is also a young writer, my good friend Shi Tiesheng."

Yu Hua noticed the young man sitting in a wheelchair in the courtyard when he entered. Looking at Shi Tiesheng, he felt inexplicably kind and felt that this man would definitely become a good brother with him.

What a strange feeling!

Yu Hua smiled and nodded frequently to the people present.

He then said to Shi Tiesheng: "I know you. There is an article "Law Professor and His Wife" in "Contemporary" that seems to have been written by you."

Shi Tiesheng was very happy, "It's rare for someone to remember what I wrote."

Yu Hua chatted with Shi Tiesheng for a few words and gradually became involved in everyone's conversation, but most of the time everyone was talking and he was listening.

Listening to everyone talking about those foreign writers and unfamiliar works that he had never heard of, Yu Hua couldn't help but feel a little guilty. His impression of everyone present was infinitely magnified, and he felt that everyone present was better than Yu Hua. He is much better.

Seeing that he listened more and spoke less, Lin Weimin comforted him and said: "Don't listen to what they say, in fact, the writing is not as good as yours!"

"Hey, Lin Weimin, are you arranging something behind our backs again?"

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "What about you in the arrangement? You are a coward who quit halfway, are you qualified to refute?"

Qu Xiaowei wanted to refute him, but unfortunately facts speak louder than words. He now has very little time to write, let alone publish his works.

After chatting until noon, Lin Weimin arranged a sumptuous lunch. While eating, they talked about "The Intouchables" that was being rehearsed.

Qu Xiaowei asked: "Weimin, when will your play be performed? Then you want to give us some tickets."

Lin Weimin said helplessly: "Why do you always have to take advantage of me?"

"I'm here to cheer you up, okay? A dog biting Lu Dongbin doesn't know a good heart."

The two bickered, making everyone laugh.