1980 My literary era

Zhang Yimou opened "Contemporary" and stopped on one of the pages, "This is the novel."

Lin Weimin looked at the words "Red Sorghum Family" on the page and smiled happily, "This is Mo Yan's first novel. You two are very destined."

Zhang Yimou didn't understand what Lin Weimin meant by "fate". He said: "I also like his "Transparent Carrot"."

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "If you want to be a director, let me test you. If you take this novel, how do you think it should be adapted?"

Zhang Yimou's expression first showed surprise, and then he looked thoughtful.

After thinking for a long time, he said cautiously: "If you let me change it, I'm afraid I won't be able to use all of this novel."

"Won't you use them all?"

"Yes." Zhang Yimou pointed to the first chapter of the novel, "Although this novel is a long novel, each chapter has a strong independence, especially the first chapter. I think it is enough to make a movie. ”

Lin Weimin looked at the three-character chapter name on the page again - Red Sorghum.

"Then, do you want to try to come up with a script first?"

Lin Weimin asked in a very seductive tone.

Zhang Yimou looked at Lin Weimin in surprise, "Create a script? Use this chapter in a novel?"

"Yes, how is it?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

The ambition that had surged in Zhang Yimou's heart just now disappeared without a trace after hearing Lin Weimin's question.

"It's too early to...write the script. I haven't even figured out my birth date yet, and the factory doesn't even know if they can agree to me being the director!"

"If you don't fight for it, how do you know your factory won't agree? You should at least have an attitude!

When you talk to your leader, take out a copy of the script, which at least represents your determination and intention. "

Zhang Yimou had to admit that Teacher Lin was right.

If you don't care about your own affairs, who else can help you?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yimou also completely understood Lin Weimin's original intention.

Teacher Lin is still trying to remind himself!

"You're right. This is my own business and I should fight for it."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "That's right!"

Zhang Yimou then scratched his head and said: "I will find someone to write a first draft when I get back. If the factory agrees, I will go to Mo Yan to ask for his adaptation rights. Teacher Lin, I will inevitably trouble you then."

Lin Weimin shook his head, "You are already in Yanjing, why are you still bothering?"

Zhang Yimou looked at Lin Weimin, what do you mean?

"Mo Yan is currently studying military arts. I will find him here tomorrow. You two will communicate and come up with a first draft of the script. He has just finished writing "The Red Sorghum Family" and has time."

Zhang Yimou was a little embarrassed and said again: "Teacher Lin, I don't have a single horoscope in this matter!"

"What are you afraid of? No one wants his novel, and it would be a waste to leave it there. Now there is an opportunity to adapt it. You young people should not be afraid of trouble, let alone a waste of time, because it is the least valuable to you. thing!"

Zhang Yimou finally made up his mind after hearing this, "Okay, I will listen to you, Teacher Lin!"

The corner of Qu Xiaowei's mouth twitched crazily. He called him a young man. What's your name? Shuzi? A child with a yellow mouth?

He looked at the expression on Lin Weimin's face, and it was too familiar.

When he was at the Literary Research Institute, whenever this kid wanted to do something bad, he would definitely have this look on his face.

"It's time to eat! It's time to eat!" Tao Huimin greeted everyone, completely like a hostess.

Lin Weimin pulled Zhang Yimou over and said with a smile: "Let's put down the script first and eat first!"

The next evening.

Lin Weimin felt that he should make some suggestions to Donglaishun and launch a membership card activity or something like that.

Judging from the frequency of my visits, I can be considered a big customer anyway, so I can get a 20% discount.

"Come on, come on, this is Mo Yan. This is Zhang Yimou, a photographer from Guangxi Film Studio. He shot "One and Eight" and "Yellow Earth"."

Zhang Yimou was a little shy by Lin Weimin's introduction. Teacher Lin said this as if he was a director.

After the greetings, the hot pot was boiling, and Lin Weimin said: "Eat first, eat first, and then talk after eating."

After several people had eaten several plates of meat, their chopsticks slowed down.

Lin Weimin then said: "Mo Yan, Yimou has recently planned to try his hand at directing. I recommended him to watch your movie "The Red Sorghum Family" before, and he was very interested."

Mo Yan was a little surprised. His novel was only published in "Contemporary" in November. He didn't expect that someone would like to adapt it so soon.

Thanks to Teacher Lin for the recommendation.

After Lin Weimin reminded him, Zhang Yimou talked endlessly about his ideas for adapting "Red Sorghum".

Mo Yan has never been exposed to film adaptations, but he has watched a lot of movies and taken related screenwriting courses at school, so the two communicate smoothly and even feel a bit sympathetic to each other.

When the exchange between the two was almost complete, Lin Weimin asked Mo Yan with a smile: "How was it? Are you relieved to give the novel to Yimou?"

Mo Yan nodded, feeling happy in his heart, "Don't worry, don't worry!"

Zhang Yimou was also very happy when he heard Mo Yan's answer.

At this time, Lin Weimin said again: "You two are young people, and the collision of ideas is very exciting. I think it's better for you to write this script!"

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin, and then at Zhang Yimou's expectant eyes.

He said with some hesitation: "Teacher Lin, I have never written a script!"

Lin Weimin laughed and said: "No one is born with the ability to write scripts. You are now a well-known writer after all, and learning military skills is not in vain. Don't be so unsure of yourself."

Zhang Yimou thought of what Teacher Lin had said to persuade him before, and it was exactly the same as now.

Teacher Lin is really willing to support us young people!

He also encouraged from the side: "Mo Yan, Teacher Lin is right, no one is born with it, and trying is also a kind of learning."

Mo Yan looked at the two of them again, and finally made his request.

"If there is anything I don't understand, I need to ask Teacher Lin for more guidance."

Lin Weimin smiled and said: "Of course there is no problem. It is also an honor for me to help you facilitate this matter."

Zhang Yimou said hurriedly: "Teacher Lin, please don't say that. I should be the one thanking you, thanks to your help..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand and said: "No more, no more. Come, come, eat!"

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of admiration in his eyes. Teacher Lin has always been like this, always willing to support young people like them, but not at all arrogant.

After talking about the script and finishing the meal, Mo Yan rejected Lin Weimin's suggestion to send him a gift and returned to Military Art.

Zhang Yimou looked at his back and suddenly thought of a question, "Teacher Lin, it seems that we haven't discussed the issue of script remuneration yet."

Lin Weimin glanced at him and asked, "Do you have any money after we talk about it?"

Zhang Yimou was dumb.

That's right. I was encouraged by Teacher Lin to make a movie, but I haven't gone through the factory yet. Where will I get the remuneration for Mo Yan?

But then he thought of a more serious problem.

What if the studio doesn't agree with me being the director, or doesn't agree to invest in this movie? Then wouldn’t Mo Yan’s work be in vain?

Thinking of this, he looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of eagerness on his face.

"teacher LIN……"

"What's wrong?"

"You said what should we do if this thing doesn't work?"

Lin Weimin raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhang Yimou. The young man was still young and didn't know what a white female vote was.

The movie hasn't even been made yet, so why would you give me the money?

Of course, these words must not be said to affect Teacher Lin's glorious image.

"Don't worry!" Lin Weimin comforted her gently, "If your factory doesn't agree, I'll find a way for you later."

When Zhang Yimou heard Lin Weimin's words, his restless heart suddenly calmed down. He had never felt so at ease.

A feeling of emotion filled his heart, giving him the urge to die for his bosom friend.

"Teacher Lin..." Zhang Yimou shouted with some choking.

Lin Weimin turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yimou swallowed back those grateful emotions and words. He knew that Teacher Lin's selfless help was definitely not for his few cheap thanks.

"I will definitely make this movie!" Zhang Yimou's eyes were firm and his face was full of perseverance.

Lin Weimin laughed easily, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be stressed! If you have any difficulties, just tell me and everything will be easily solved."

Zhang Yimou resisted the urge to cry and nodded sharply.

A few days later in the afternoon, Mo Yan packed up his clothes and ran to the Chinese Literature Society to ask Lin Weimin for help.

"Teacher Lin, the school is on holiday. I want to live in the Chinese Literature Society for a while. Is it okay?"

The guest house of the Chinese Literature Society is provided to writers who come to Beijing to revise their manuscripts. Does Mo Yan have any manuscripts that need to be revised?

Teacher Lin said there is, then there is.

After arranging a dormitory for Mo Yan, he took out part of the script he had written.

"Teacher Lin, this is what I have written these days. Do you have time to help me read it?"

Lin Weimin took the script and said happily: "I just have time right now."

Compared with novels, scripts are much more concise, with few redundant characters, scenery and psychological descriptions.

Even the necessary descriptions of the main characters are extremely brief, highlighting only important features.

Mo Yan wrote a script for the first time and made many mistakes in writing novels. Lin Weimin only glanced at it a few times before pointing out these mistakes one by one, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

I originally thought that my writing was very good, but it turned out that Teacher Lin picked out so many flaws after just a few casual glances.

After reading the script, Lin Weimin saw that Mo Yan was a little bit shocked, and comforted him: "Writing scripts and novels may seem similar, but they are actually very different. This is also a learning experience for you. Don't be anxious. Anyway, it's not too late to go back to Yimou." We need to coordinate with the factory. There won’t be any results in a while, so just take your time.”

Mo Yan nodded, "You're right!"