1980 My literary era

That night, Lin Weimin came to Muxidi after a long absence.

Mr. Wan asked him with a smile, "But I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you forgotten me, a bad old man?"

"No way! It's mainly because I'm too busy during this period."

Next, Lin Weimin briefly described his experience after graduating from the Institute of Literature to Mr. Wan.

Hearing that there was no one in Lin Weimin's hometown and even the old house was sold, Mr. Wan couldn't help but sigh and said to Lin Weimin: "Come and sit at home more often when you have nothing to do."

"Thank you, teacher!"

This time Lin Weimin took out the script of "The Intouchables" without Mr. Wan's initiative.

"Is this...finished?" Mr. Wan had some surprise on his face.

"Well, I've finished writing it. I brought it here today so that you can help me read it."

Mr. Wan rubbed the script and joked: "Xiao Zhang told me before that you write things quickly and well. It was the same with "Cliff" last time."

"Hey, this is one of my few advantages." Lin Weimin said boldly.

Mr. Wan pointed at him with a smile and then read the script.

The study was quiet except for the sound of Mr. Wan occasionally sipping from his teacup. Lin Weimin rarely sat there in a proper manner.

After a long while, Mr. Wan finally put down the script and looked up at Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin asked with some anxiety: "Teacher, what do you think?"

He really put his heart into the script of "The Intouchables", at least more so than his previous novels. The reason is, firstly, because this is the request of the teacher, Mr. Wan, and secondly, because the script is likely to be rehearsed in the People's Art Theater, so he has to pay attention.

Mr. Wan stared at Lin Weimin for a few seconds, and then the expression on his face slowly relaxed and turned into a kind smile.

"There is no problem with the structure, the plot is smooth, and the characters are full, but the lines are not refined enough."

Lin Weimin felt relieved after hearing this. He smiled and said, "I am just a primary school student in terms of scripts. I need you to correct me more."

"You know how to be obedient."

Mr. Wan pointed to the script and said: "Good lines are not only thought up by the screenwriter, but also need to be honed by good actors on stage."

"You have a point."

"The script is a good one, which shows that you put your heart into it. I'll get it to Renyi first so that everyone can discuss it and see what other problems there are. If it's settled, I'll tell you."

If a play wants to be on stage, having a script is just the beginning.

"OK."

Mr. Wan did not let Lin Weimin wait long. A week later, Lin Weimin received a call from Renyi in the editorial department, asking him to go to Renyi after work.

This was Lin Weimin's first time walking behind the People's Art Theater. He had watched plays in the theater many times before.

The young man who led him was named Lin Zhaohua. Lin Weimin chatted with him and learned that he graduated from the Performance Department of the Central Drama Students and is now an actor in Renyi.

The building of Renyi is in the Soviet-Russian style. On the side of the first floor are the dressing room and the scenery making workshop, and on the second floor at the back is the administrative office of the hospital.

There are doors at equal distances on both sides of the corridor. The lights in the corridor are very dim, and there is a slight toilet smell in the air. Lin Weimin also smells the aroma of cooking, which should be coming from the floor above.

"It smells weird." Lin Weimin sniffed and said.

Lin Zhaohua said with a smile: "Some of the young actors in our theater have their dens crowded on the top floor. It is inevitable that everyone will smell something when cooking in the evening."

Lin Zhaohua led Lin Weimin to the dean's office and left. Lin Weimin knocked on the door and heard a male voice with a strong Beijing accent, "Please come in!"

Pushing open the door, there is a small room. The decoration is in the solid wood style that is very common in this era. The wooden floor looks old at first glance.

Lin Weimin unexpectedly called out: "Shopkeeper Wang!"

So Zhi laughed, got up and walked over from behind the desk to shake Lin Weimin's hand, "Hello, Comrade Lin Weimin, I'm here."

Lin Weimin realized his gaffe and said, "Hello, Teacher Yu."

"Sit down and chat." So Zhi pulled Lin Weimin to sit on the sofa.

Speaking of Su Zhi, people will definitely remember Wang Lifa in "Tea House", but in fact he has been engaged in drama performances since before liberation, and he has performed more than one classic "Wang Lifa" role in his life.

Madman Cheng in "Longxugou", Young Master Yu Yongze in "Song of Youth", Guifu in "Qiu Jin"...

If Mr. Wan represents the highest rank of Chinese playwrights, then So represents the highest rank of Chinese drama actors.

Not only that, Yu Zhi, who is now over 50 years old, is still the first vice-dean of Humanities and Art, with a lot of national and Yanjing city titles.

"I was the one who made the call. A few days ago, Mr. Jiabao gave me a notebook and asked me to organize a discussion. Yesterday, when the discussion came to a conclusion, I went to see Mr. Jiabao and he gave me your contact information."

After a few simple explanations, Lin Weimin understood the whole story.

"Teacher Yu, does this mean that my script has been decided by human art?"

So he said: "The hospital has this intention now, but it will depend on the results of the final rehearsal. The main reason I came to you today is to understand some of the process of script creation with you."

Lin Weimin did not hesitate and described the script creation process to Yu Zhi.

So I frowned slightly after listening to it. Isn't this process a bit too simple and smooth?

Lin Weimin gave him a shy smile and said: "You may not know that I have no other advantages, except that I can write quickly. At that time, the teacher asked me to write this story into a script. I didn't have a job at the time, so I Write it down.”

So for a moment, I didn't know what to say. If the screenwriters in my theater could be as efficient as Lin Weimin, Renyi wouldn't have to worry about the script now.

He smiled and said: "Okay, young people are still motivated."

"Then do you have any requirements for the rehearsal of the script?"

"What do you mean?"

"For example, as an actor, if you are a screenwriter, you must have an outline of the characters in the script. Our theater will give priority to your ideas when choosing roles."

Lin Weimin immediately thought of Chen Xiaoer's face in his mind, but he hesitated in his heart. It would not be good if this changed Chen Xiaoer's life trajectory.

"Isn't it okay if you're not a popular actor?"

So Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "We in the humanities and arts have no precedent for this."

Waiter, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s really that Dean Yu doesn’t agree!

Then he saw Lin Weimin hesitate, thinking that he was rejected by himself and was not satisfied.

"How about this. Our theater will first select the characters based on the character settings of the script. I will ask you to come over and have a look later. If you feel that anyone is not suitable, we will make adjustments."

Lin Weimin nodded in agreement with Su Zhi's idea.