1980 My literary era

"but……"

As soon as the two of them put down the burden in their hearts, Lin Weimin suddenly came to a turning point, and their hearts were immediately lifted again.

"There are still a lot of minor problems."

Lin Weimin scratched out the script with a pen as he spoke, "Just like this scene, Sangsang is a guest. The transition is too abrupt, only twenty seconds, and the information revealed is somewhat insufficient. Our lines and shots are not only It needs to be understood by the audience and impressed upon them deeply. Such a sloppy depiction will have an impact on the emotional progression of the audience."

Listening to Lin Weimin's words, Xie Xiaojing and Cui Xiaoqin nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Lin Weimin's pen was not idle. After talking about this question, he moved on to the next scene, and he could find some faults in every scene.

Tian Zhuangzhuang watched from the side and was thinking about how to deal with these contents when the time comes.

Lin Weimin wrote and drew on paper and talked to several people for more than an hour.

The last time he found fault with the script of the trio of writers and directors, it was from an overall perspective. This time, because the script had been polished, Lin Weimin's questions and suggestions for revisions were more detailed and took more time.

His mouth went dry as he spoke, and he took a sip of tea, "Okay, that's roughly it. You can think about it carefully when you go back and try to polish the script as finely as possible. This will be good for you when filming starts in the future."

The three of them nodded, and Tian Zhuangzhuang sighed: "Teacher Lin, you are so thoughtful. When I saw it at school, I thought they had done a good job."

Lin Weimin put down his tea cup, "Everything is just because I am in this mountain. I am completely looking at it from the perspective of a bystander looking for faults. Naturally, I see more problems than you."

"You are too modest. Without your opinion, we were still complacent with the script. How could we have realized that there are so many problems." Xie Xiaojing said.

"Gu~" Just as a few people were talking, a long abdominal rumble sounded.

Several people looked at Han Zhuangzhuang, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.

Lin Weimin laughed, "It's all my fault. You guys haven't eaten yet, right?"

He stood up and glanced at the time, "It's almost seven o'clock. Zhuangzhuang, come and help me."

"Okay!" Han Zhuangzhuang jumped up when he heard that he was about to eat.

Tian Zhuangzhuang and others also wanted to go into the kitchen to help, but Lin Weimin kicked them out, "We don't need so many people, just wait and eat."

After working in the kitchen for more than half an hour, Lin Weimin brought out a pot of noodles and said to a few people: "I'm in a hurry today, so let's eat some sesame sauce noodles to cope with it."

"Teacher Lin, you are too polite."

Several people served noodles, poured some good sesame sauce into their bowls, and mixed them with chopped vegetables. The noodles were covered with fragrant sesame sauce, which was full of tempting appetite.

"Tulu~" The sound of eating noodles in the courtyard can be heard in the alley.

Han Zhuangzhuang's mouth was full, and he did not forget to praise: "Uncle, your skills are amazing!"

Tian Zhuangzhuang and others also did not forget to send a few rainbow farts, which made Lin Weimin quite happy.

After dinner, Tian Zhuangzhuang and others left Baimi Xiejie.

The next day was the weekend, and Lin Weimin took Han Zhuangzhuang to Shi Tiesheng's house.

"Didn't you want to meet my nephew before? I brought him here specially for you today."

Shi Tiesheng looked at Han Zhuangzhuang who was working hard in the yard, and said with some embarrassment: "I said I wanted to see him, but I didn't say I wanted him to work. How can I be embarrassed by your arrangement."

"You don't know this kid's appetite. If you don't find him some work, I'll be at a loss!" Lin Weimin said with a look of pain on his face.

Shi Tiesheng laughed and said: "You, a great writer, still lack a nephew for food?"

“The landlord’s family doesn’t have any food left!”

The two were chatting and laughing, and Lin Weimin took out a small stack of large amounts of unity from his pocket and handed it to Shi Tiesheng.

"I met Shuozi last time. He is doing business with his friends and asked me to give you the money."

Shi Tiesheng frowned and said, "What is this for?"

"He wants to help you."

"There's no need for this." Shi Tiesheng refused.

Lin Weimin had already expected his reaction.

"Actually, that's what I thought..."

Shi Tiesheng looked at him, and Lin Weimin continued: "Shuozi, this should be regarded as a return to his wish."

"Return to your wish? What else to wish for?" Shi Tiesheng was puzzled.

"Have you forgotten? Didn't he often say before, 'When I become rich in the future, I will definitely help Tiesheng.' Look, isn't this making a wish?

This kid is now prosperous, and now he is here to fulfill his wish! "

Shi Tiesheng smiled, "You still think so?"

He knew that Lin Weimin said this deliberately because he was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.

"You have to take this money, otherwise Shuozi will feel uncomfortable." Lin Weimin said again.

"What's the meaning?"

Lin Weimin patted the armrest of his wheelchair.

"Don't you know about him? His heart is as high as the sky, and he always wants to write something grand and make his name in history.

What's the result now? It's a waste of time to speculate. You should understand him, he feels bad too.

In a way, he is using you as a mirror. If you tolerate these incense, your life will be better, and you will achieve success in writing, your heart will be more stable. "

Shi Tiesheng listened silently to Lin Weimin's words. He did not expect what Lin Weimin said.

"So, I have become Wang Shuo's role model?"

"Can't he be considered a role model? He should be called Pantou'er."

Shi Tiesheng laughed again, "After listening to what you said, if I don't accept the money, it seems that I am being too pretentious."

Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just think that he lent it to you. I guess this kid will have to suffer a little bit in the future. You can return it to him when the time comes."

Shi Tiesheng took the money and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

"That's right!"

Lin Weimin smiled broadly.

At this moment, Han Zhuangzhuang's voice came from the courtyard, "Uncle, when are you going to eat?"

Lin Weimin scolded: "You know how to eat in one day, and you just worked for a while?"

"It's already past ten o'clock." Han Zhuangzhuang said.

He went to work as soon as he arrived today and begged for food confidently.

Shi Tiesheng said loudly: "Let's eat right away!"

After he finished speaking, he called to his father and Shi Lan to prepare food.

Lin Weimin went to the courtyard and scolded Han Zhuangzhuang, "You don't know how to be polite when you go to other people's homes? Are there any guests like you?"

Han Zhuangzhuang retorted: "No one is an outsider in my Uncle Shi's house."

Shi Tiesheng is thirty years old this year, and Han Zhuangzhuang calls him uncle (softly).

Shi Tiesheng laughed heartily, "Zhuang Zhuang is right, we are not outsiders. We will eat when we are hungry."

"I made a fortune today, I'll treat you to a good meal." Shi Tiesheng called Shi Lan and asked him to go to the vegetable market to buy a few kilograms of meat.

Shi Lan took it and ran out excitedly.

Han Zhuangzhuang's face was filled with a smile of joy, and he was happier to have meat than anything else.