1980 My literary era

"The Intouchables" is back on stage after a year, which is good news for theater lovers in Yanjing. The Yanjing Daily even specially reported that the performance is still a hard-to-get ticket.

After a year of polishing and rehearsal, "Intouchable" is like a pot of delicious dishes that makes the audience linger.

The popularity of this play at the Capital Theater is the best among all the plays launched by the People's Art Theater in recent years. It is almost as good as "Teahouse", "Thunderstorm", "Longxugou" and other classics. It should be said that , "The Intouchables" has the potential to become a mainstay of the People's Art Theater, and like the works mentioned above, become an enduring show.

The popularity of "The Intouchables" has greatly encouraged the crew of "Farewell My Concubine" who are rehearsing. It is also the work of Teacher Lin, and "Farewell My Concubine" also has the blessing of the original novel.

During this period of time, the novel "Farewell My Concubine" has been reprinted for the third time. Lin Weimin once again received a royalties of more than 2,000 yuan, and the total sales volume of the novel is about to exceed 1 million copies.

If we include the readers of the April issue of "People's Literature" last year, it would not be a problem to double this number.

More importantly, in the 1980s, whether a book or a publication, its readers were not just one person, but several close classmates, workers in a group, and colleagues in an office. Everyone shared it. A good book is a normal thing in this day and age.

It is no exaggeration to say that the audience of the novel "Farewell My Concubine" far exceeds the sales volume of the novel itself.

In late March, the play "Farewell My Concubine" will be reviewed by the Humanities and Arts Committee.

As a rule, each drama produced by Renyi will be reviewed twice. Once in the rehearsal space and once in the theater.

The People's Art Committee has an unprecedentedly strong lineup, all of which are meritorious directors, screenwriters, and actors from the theater. Ouyang Shanzun and Lan Tianye, whom Lin Weimin had often contacted before, are among them.

However, in order to avoid suspicion, Ouyang Shanzun did not sit in the Art Committee seat today, but sat in a separate row with Lin Weimin.

In addition to these people, many theater actors and staff were also in the audience at the rehearsal venue today. Everyone is looking forward to the effect of "Farewell My Concubine".

On the stage, the curtain opens and the characters appear on stage.

Off the stage, the members of the art committee and the crew behind the scenes watched extremely seriously.

When everyone saw Cheng Dieyi and Duan Xiaolou becoming famous, their expressions were happy; when Cheng Dieyi was defiled to save Duan Xiaolou, their expressions were sad; when Cheng Dieyi saw through human nature and committed suicide with a sword, in front of Duan Xiaolou Amidst the shrill sound of "Butterfly Clothes", everyone felt sad and had tears in their eyes.

The expressions of all the audience members changed with the joys and sorrows of the characters on the stage. Until the end of the performance, Duan Xiaolou held the deceased Cheng Dieyi on the stage for a long time, but everyone in the audience still had no reaction.

The actors on the stage couldn't hold on any longer. Yang Lixin half-opened one eye and asked "Duan Xiaolou" in a low voice, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, I don't even say anything, and I don't dare to move!"

The actors in the backstage were also at a loss. Logically speaking, everyone should be applauding at this time. When the actors came on stage to take the curtain call, the leaders and the audience were sitting motionless. They didn't know whether they should or not. It's time to take the stage and take a bow.

In the end, Ouyang Shanzun in the audience gave a gesture to the actors, "Duan Xiaolou" pinched Yang Lixin, the two stood up, and the actors in the side curtain also began to come on stage.

The members of the Art Committee suddenly realized that everyone had just been immersed in the plot, and a group of people quickly stood up and applauded.

The applause went from weak to strong, and finally the applause of nearly a hundred people sounded like the momentum in the Capital Theater.

"Wonderful! So wonderful!"

"Another classic has been born in our theater!"

"Congratulations, yes, our academy has another good work!"

"Yeah, congratulations!"

The seniors of the Art Committee applauded and did not forget to praise. Su Zhi, who is both the dean and the chairman of the Art Committee, was very generous. Facing the congratulations from everyone, he pointed at the staff behind the scenes and those on the stage. Actors, "This is the result of everyone's joint efforts!"

After saying that, he couldn't help laughing, "Thank you teachers! Thank you everyone!"

The actors on the stage bowed respectfully and couldn't hide the smiles on their faces. The staff behind the scenes were equally honored.

Fierce applause rang out several times, and finally, after a few minutes, everyone's emotions gradually calmed down.

Lin Weimin, the novel author and screenwriter, became the focus of everyone's attention, and was inevitably surrounded by everyone to praise him.

In the audience, Li Guangfu stood among a group of young actors in the courtyard. Looking at the actors on the stage and Lin Weimin who was surrounded by a group of people, his heart was filled with emotion.

Teacher Lin is really amazing. How could he write such a good book?

He looked at Yang Lixin on the stage, who was dressed in Yu Ji's costume. Although he couldn't tell what he looked like, Li Guangfu felt that he was shining on the stage.

This light is not Yang Lixin's own, but given to him by Teacher Lin and the character "Cheng Dieyi".

What an honor it is for an actor to encounter such a role in his life!

Standing next to Li Guangfu was Han Zhuangzhuang, and on the other side of Han Zhuangzhuang stood a young man. The two were of similar age and stature. It's just that Han Zhuangzhuang's body is mainly muscle, while this young man's body is mainly fat.

Han Zhuangzhuang had just stopped clapping his red hand, his expression still a little excited, and asked the fat man next to him, "Guanhua, how did my uncle write this script?"

Liang Guanhua's face was as bright as the full moon, and he looked excited and a little flushed at this moment, "Awesome! So awesome! Zhuangzhuang, when can we act like your old uncle!"

"Have I not acted now?"

Han Zhuangzhuang played a small B role, and he didn't even get a chance to play today.

"I'm talking about the protagonist, a character like Cheng Dieyi!"

Han Zhuangzhuang glanced at Liang Guanhua's belly, "You? Let's forget it."

Liang Guanhua stared back at him unwilling to be outdone, "It takes fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps."

The hustle and bustle in the rehearsal venue lasted for a long time and finally ended. The leaders and seniors of the Art Committee all left. Lin Weimin, Ouyang Shanzun, and Lan Yinhai came backstage to say hello to the actors.

Everyone greeted them excitedly when they saw them. It was obvious that the success of the performance made everyone very excited, and their emotions have not calmed down after such a long time.

"Xiao Yang, you did a great job! You fully performed Cheng Dieyi's spirit!" Lin Weimin patted Yang Lixin on the shoulder and praised.

Unexpectedly, his shoulders were as soft as the delicate Yu Ji.

"Thank you, Teacher Lin, for your great script writing."

His voice became softer and softer, almost exactly the same as the voice Lin Weimin heard when watching the movie "Farewell My Concubine".

Zhang Guorong's voice in the later movie "Farewell My Concubine" was actually Yang Lixin's dubbing.

It is precisely because of this voice that it is easier for Lin Weimin to accept Yang Lixin's performance.

The only regret is probably that the classic BGM was missing after Cheng Dieyi committed suicide with a sword.

"Don't mention the past anymore, life has been full of ups and downs..."

"Xiao Yang is so dedicated!" Lin Weimin praised him and stopped communicating with Yang Lixin.

This kid is a bit into the drama now. Lin Weimin, a straight man, has been in contact with him too much and feels a little physical discomfort.

After communicating with the actors backstage, Ouyang Shanzun sent Lin Weimin out, and the two chatted about the performance time of "Farewell My Concubine".

The review by the Arts Committee just ended today, and the next review will be on the performance.

The performance of "Farewell My Concubine" is tentatively scheduled for May, and there is still more than a month until the performance.

"It's almost time. This play has been in the works for nearly a year, and it is finally going to meet the audience." Ouyang Shanzun said with emotion.

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Ouyang."

"Haha, everyone is working hard."

The two joked for a while, and Lin Weimin walked out of the rehearsal venue.

Han Zhuangzhuang was waiting at the carport, followed by a little fat man.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Lin Weimin asked.

"I'll wait for you."

"Our speeds are different, why are you waiting for me?"

Han Zhuangzhuang glanced at his uncle's motorcycle with greedy eyes. He pointed at the little fat man beside him and introduced: "Uncle, this is my friend I met in the training class in our courtyard, Liang Guanhua."

Lin Weimin recognized at a glance this little fat man who would become one of the leaders in the arts and crafts in later generations.

Sir, where is your Yuanfang?

"Hello, Comrade Liang!" Lin Weimin stretched out his hand.

Liang Guanhua was flattered and said, "Teacher Lin, just call me Xiaoliang."

"Have you been waiting for a while?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

"Just a moment."

Lin Weimin got on his motorcycle and said, "Let's go, it's better to meet by chance than to meet. Today's review went well, I'll treat you to a meal."

Han Zhuang was overjoyed and asked Liang Guanhua to get on his bicycle.

One of them was stronger than the other, and the bicycle, which could carry hundreds of kilograms of rice without any problem, was like a frail old man, letting out a cry.

Lin Weimin shouted to Han Zhuangzhuang: "Why are you two so crowded? Xiaoliang, come with me."

He greeted Liang Guanhua into the back seat, and the motorcycle roared past, leaving a series of sounds.

"Zhuangzhuang, hurry up!"

Han Zhuangzhuang pedaled the car and felt depressed. Is this still his nephew?

In just one meal, Liang Guanhua's admiration for Teacher Lin reached an unparalleled level.

He's handsome, talented, and most importantly, generous. The mutton is so good that Teacher Lin doesn't even blink.

Before leaving, Liang Guanhua patted Han Zhuangzhuang on the shoulder.

This friend, you are right!

Zhuang Zhuang, from now on we will be brothers who have died!

When he returned home at night, Han Zhuangzhuang was lying on the bed reading a book. It was one of the books that Lin Weimin had given him some time ago.

This kid has been stimulated since he entered Renyi, and he can even read books.

Lin Weimin hid in his study and finished the novel that he had written, deleted, and revised for almost half a year.

The theme of this novel is not heavy. It is easy to read, humorous, and a bit absurd. It is easy for some readers who love grand propositions and epic temperament to despise it. Therefore, Lin Weimin put a lot of effort into the dialogue to make the characters' words If it is chewy and philosophical, then the novel is considered a success.

It took him two nights to finally finish the novel.

After reading it back and making sure that all the flaws he could pick out had been corrected, Lin Weimin finally put down his pen.

This time, there was finally an explanation from Yu Zhaohuai.

Early the next morning, Yu Zhaohuai, who was far away in Jinling, had just put down his briefcase and before he could make himself some tea, he received a call from Lin Weimin.

"For the people! Manuscript? Don't be in a hurry about the manuscript. Don't put any pressure on it. I understand that it will take a year and a half to write a long story."

"What? Finished writing? So fast?"

"When can it be sent out? Can it be sent out today?"

"Hey, okay! I've reserved the page for you, and I'm just waiting for your novel."

"Okay, okay, thank you, thank you. Okay, contact me again, contact me again!"

Yu Zhaohuai put down the phone and tried to calm down the excitement in his heart.

"Who called just now?" The editor-in-chief just walked into the office and asked.

Yu Zhaohuai looked at him and calmed down his tone, "Oh, it's nothing. Lin Weimin is here."

The editor's eyes twitched, "The manuscript hasn't been finished yet?"

He has formed muscle memory. Except for the first time, every time Yu Zhaohuai received a call from Lin Weimin, without exception, the manuscript was delayed again.

"The manuscript for the people is finished."

"Have you finished writing? Just finish it when you've finished. It's not the first time..."

The editor-in-chief stopped there as he spoke, and finally realized, "Lin Weimin said he had finished writing?"

Yu Zhaohuai felt secretly happy when he saw the editor's reaction. He said nothing and nodded.

"When will it be released?" the editor asked eagerly.

"today."

The editor looked up to the sky and sighed, "Finally the wait is over!"

Yu Zhaohuai couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He finally waited. This manuscript was so hard to come by. The clouds cleared and the moon shined!