1980 My literary era

Writing sketches is not difficult for Lin Weimin, especially when he has so much material for future generations in his mind.

But uncles and nephews can't always help each other. If you want to sacrifice your old uncle to pick up girls, it's really a bit of a filial piety.

Decisively rejecting Han Zhuangzhuang's request and ignoring his plaintive eyes, Lin Weimin disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Even on the second day, the boy still looked at Lin Weimin with a resentful face, like a piao, who would appear from time to time.

"Stay wherever you like. If you have the guts, go after them. If you don't, just stay here."

After being scolded by Lin Weimin, Han Zhuangzhuang entered the kitchen with an aggrieved look.

After more than half an hour, dinner was ready.

Lin Weimin glanced at his nephew and then at the food on the table, wondering if he wanted to test the poison with a silver needle.

Forget it, he is his nephew after all.

After dinner, Lin Weimin was ready to have a heart-to-heart talk with Han Zhuangzhuang.

"You have to be bold and careful when chasing women. Have you seen "Water Margin"?"

"have not seen."

Lin Weimin's tone was stagnant, "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it, my uncle has. Do you know that Ximen Qing hooked up with Pan Jinlian? What did he rely on?"

Han Zhuangzhuang shook his head, "I don't know."

"Do you know what the so-called Pan Donkey and Deng Xiaoxian mean?"

"have no idea."

"The so-called Pan means Pan An in appearance; donkey means the lower body of a man; Deng refers to a man named Deng Tong in ancient times, who was as rich as anyone in the country; being small means being able to endure both temper and women. Temperament; leisure means having leisure time.

If you can excel at one of these five things, getting a wife will not be a problem.

If you can have two or three of these things, it won't be difficult to marry a fairy daughter. "

Lin Weimin's nagging is like Wang Po who trains the high-ranking officials in Ximen in Water Margin.

Han Zhuangzhuang listened confused and a little shy, but he still asked boldly: "Uncle, what if you have all five items?"

"You have a big heart, I don't even dare to hope for you, uncle." Lin Weimin looked at his eldest nephew and said, "If you really take advantage of him, your life will be over, and all your efforts will be wasted on women!"

"Ah!" Han Zhuangzhuang was surprised. He didn't expect that the more he took, the worse it would be. "How many things did you take, uncle?"

Lin Weimin said proudly: "Your uncle and I have three items."

"What three?"

"You are still young, I don't understand even if I tell you."

Han Zhuangzhuang felt that he had been discriminated against and asked, "Uncle, why didn't you marry a fairy daughter?"

Feeling the threat of the death ray, Han Zhuangzhuang shrank his head and said, "Uncle, I understand."

After saying that, Sayazi ran away.

damn thing!

The old uncle gives you some advice on life, but you stab the old uncle in the heart with a knife!

The midsummer in Yanjing is very difficult. It's almost noon, and the temperature in the office is already unbearable, even if the windows are opened.

Just after lunch, Lin Weimin tore open a letter from a reader while chatting with his colleagues.

While I was reading the letter, there was a knock on the office door, and a rough-looking young man stood at the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Hello teachers, I'm looking for Teacher Lin Weimin." When the young man opened his voice, his voice was a bit rougher than his appearance.

"For the people, I'm looking for you."

Lin Weimin, who was looking down at the letter, raised his head and saw a smiling face. He obviously didn't look good, but the more he looked at it, the more manly he looked.

The young man approached Lin Weimin with a smile on his face, "Are you Teacher Lin Weimin? Oh, it's better to be famous than to meet. Not only are you good at writing, but you also look like a tree in the wind."

Lin Weimin took out his hand. He knew this person's character and did not take his words to heart. "Who are you? Do you want to see me for something?"

He was asking knowingly. He recognized the young man in front of him just now when he raised his head.

"Hello, Mr. Lin, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Jiang Wen, and I am a student at the Central Academy of Drama. I am here mainly to talk to you about the role of Cheng Dieyi in "Farewell My Concubine"."

Jiang Wen has a natural aura of being generous and generous, and his tone of voice seems to be that he is here to discuss business with Lin Weimin.

Even his colleagues in the office were amused by him.

Lin Weimin also laughed, "Oh, that's it, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Jiang Wen pulled up a chair and sat down in a familiar manner, and said straight to the point: "I think the casting of "Farewell My Concubine" is not good."

"What's wrong?" Lin Weimin asked following his words.

Jiang Wen was overjoyed when he saw that Lin Weimin did not question his words, but instead asked carefully.

I have to decide on the role of Cheng Dieyi!

"I have seen performances of "Farewell My Concubine" at both the Capital Theater and the Youth Palace. Yang Lixin from the Capital Theater did a pretty good job, but Cheng Dieyi in Group B was not chosen well.

First of all, this image is not good enough..."

Lin Weimin looked at Jiang Wen's chattering mouth and automatically filtered his ozone layer. After finally waiting for him to finish his long speech, he asked like a flattering actor in a cross talk: "What about your opinion?"

The look on Jiang Wen's face was determined and sincere, "We have to change the actor for this role, otherwise the play will be ruined."

Lin Weimin looked pious, just like the emperor's uncle who asked Kong Ming when he visited the thatched cottage three times, "What kind of actor should I find?"

Jiang Wen was ecstatic in his heart. He finally saw it, slapped his chest and said, "I am like this."

"Oh? Do you think you are suitable to play Cheng Dieyi?"

"certainly."

"Why?" Lin Weimin asked.

"I'm good at acting, and I also love watching Peking Opera."

Lin Weimin continued to ask: "Then you sing for me about the drunken concubine."

Jiang Wen was surprised, paused for a moment, and quickly changed the topic, "I not only love watching Peking Opera, but I also know the novel "Farewell My Concubine" by heart. If you don't believe me, I'll recite a paragraph for you..."

Lin Weimin interrupted Jiang Wen's performance with a wave of his hand, and said with a smile on his face: "Okay, I understand what you mean."

Jiang Wen said anxiously: "Teacher Lin, how about I perform for you a scene where Cheng Dieyi kills himself?"

"Haha!" Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Sit down and chat!"

Jiang Wen wasn't stupid either. One look at Lin Weimin's condition and he knew that he was probably out of luck today, so he sat down with a bit of dejection.

"You look like you really like "Farewell My Concubine"?"

Jiang Wen nodded, "This show is so good, who doesn't like it?"

"So you want to play Cheng Dieyi?" Lin Weimin asked with a teasing smile.

For the first time, a shy expression appeared on Jiang Wen's face, "Teacher Lin, I think my image fits..."

His words were not spoken in the end because they were seen through by others, and it would be a bit disrespectful to say it again.

"Your image is more suitable for playing Duan Xiaolou." Lin Weimin said.

Jiang Wen felt a little comforted in his heart. He really liked "Farewell My Concubine". If he couldn't play Cheng Dieyi, he could just play Duan Xiaolou!

Unfortunately, before he could get happy, he heard Lin Weimin say again: "What a pity, you are still a student."

Jiang Wen's face suddenly fell, and he said hurriedly: "Teacher Lin, don't look at me young, but I am very anxious..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "That's not what I meant. The problem is that you are a student now, not an actor in the arts. People can't use you even if they want to!"

Lin Weimin said this, his tone full of regret, and Jiang Wen fully felt that Teacher Lin valued him.

"Teacher Lin, you are a screenwriter, can't you help me think of a solution?" Jiang Wen begged.

"You also said that I am a screenwriter. If Renyi chooses actors internally, I can still intervene, but in a situation like yours, there is nothing I can do to help!"

When Jiang Wen heard this, his face was filled with disappointment.

At this moment, Lin Weimin said: "How about this. Seeing that you like "Farewell My Concubine" so much, I will get you a copy of the script of "Farewell My Concubine", and you can go back and rehearse with your classmates to satisfy your cravings."

Jiang Wen sighed, understanding that his purpose of coming today was in vain, and he could only accept the reality.

"Then thank you, Teacher Lin."

In today's era, information is not as developed as in later generations. Everything can be found on the Internet.

For students like Jiang Wen, it is not easy to obtain Renyi's "Farewell My Concubine" script.

Jiang Wen thought that if he got the script from Lin Weimin, the original author and screenwriter, it could be regarded as his approval, right?

With just these four words "Farewell My Concubine", he didn't believe that his classmates wouldn't be moved. He couldn't be too relaxed about pulling together a drama crew.

With this great righteousness, why can't he do whatever he wants?

Jiang Wen decided that he would be the director of this play, and Cheng Dieyi would also be the one.

The script is all my hard work, so it’s not too much to wear two hats, right?

"Don't be discouraged. You are still in school, and you will definitely have a lot of opportunities after graduation." When sending Jiang Wen out, Lin Weimin was still comforting him.

Teacher Lin really has the demeanor of an elder, and Jiang Wen felt like a spring breeze in his heart.

"Teacher Lin, thank you."

"Stop using polite words and study hard. If you really want to act in "Farewell My Concubine", then try to get admitted into the People's Arts after graduation."

Jiang Wen was inspired by Lin Weimin's encouragement. He clutched the script in his hand and silently set a goal for himself.

After graduation, you must take the humanities exam.

At this time in 1982, the Central Academy of Drama was located at No. 39 East Mianmian Hutong, DC District, Yanjing.

The school entrance is antique, with the name of the school inscribed by great figures.

Jiang Wen entered the school and returned to the dormitory, where several boys swarmed around him.

This guy bragged when he went out in the morning, saying that he would go to Lin Weimin to ask for Cheng Dieyi to act. Although the classmates didn't believe it, everyone was still full of curiosity.

"Jiang Wen, how are you? Have you met Teacher Lin?" Liu Xiaoning asked.

"Isn't this nonsense? Why did I take so long without seeing Teacher Lin?" Jiang Wen drank a glass of cold water and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Have you really seen her? What does Teacher Lin look like?" Liu Xiaoning asked.

But Liu Bin pushed him away, "Can't you ask me something serious? Jiang Wen, did Teacher Lin promise to give you a role?"

Jiang Wen placed the enamel jar on the table with a clang, "That's a must!"

The students looked surprised, "Is it true?"

"Why did I lie to you about this? I'm telling you, you all have to thank me!" Jiang Wen said with a bit of pride on his face.

"Why?" the students asked in unison.

"You don't know. Today, Teacher Lin and I hit it off and had a great conversation. As soon as he heard that I wanted to play Cheng Dieyi, he immediately said that he would take down the Cheng Dieyi from the Youth Palace and let me play. .

But think about it, am I the one who ruins people’s jobs?

I said this is not possible, the teacher did a good job.

Alas, Teacher Lin also cherishes talents, so we discussed it in the end.

Let's do this, he authorized the script of "Farewell My Concubine" to me and asked me to organize a drama so that we can compete with Renyi! "

Jiang Wen spoke impassionedly, and the students listened with suspicion.

This guy is used to bragging, and he can only listen to three or two sentences out of ten.

As soon as Jiang Wen saw everyone's expressions, he knew what they were thinking, and without any nonsense, he took out a booklet from his pocket.

He threw it on the table with a "pop" and said loudly: "This, can we rehearse the show?"

All the students came together to take a look, and it turned out to be the script of "Farewell My Concubine".

They looked at Jiang Wen in shock, "Jiang Wen, have you really received Teacher Lin's authorization?"

Regardless of whether it is now or in future generations, if students want to rehearse a play, there is no obstacle to using any literati's script, but with the authorization of the original author, the title sounds different.

"Of course. Not only that, Teacher Lin also said that you will be the director of this play, Xiao Jiang, and Cheng Dieyi will act in it!"

The eyes of the students became suspicious again. This tone was not like what Teacher Lin said. Are you pretending to preach the imperial edict?

Regardless of whether everyone believes it or not, Jiang Wen believes it anyway.

I, Jiang Wen, have decided to play Cheng Dieyi!

Everyone was skeptical, but it was definitely a good thing for everyone to get Teacher Lin's approval to rehearse "Farewell My Concubine".

Although these students are already very busy with classes, practice, and homework assignments, no one can resist the temptation of "Farewell My Concubine."

Jiang Wen's hard work has paid off this time, so leave the director and starring roles to him.