Back to 80: My Literary Life

The weather is a bit cold today. An autumn rain yesterday caused the temperature of this ancient city to drop sharply.

A few days ago, Fang Minghua wore a shirt and a really good imitation of the 65-style military uniform. Today, he quickly added a wool vest - knitted by his sister.

These days, college girls have become popular in knitting sweaters, knitting them for themselves or secretly knitting them for their boyfriends.

Fang Mingli didn't have a boyfriend, so she knitted a red wool vest for her brother - of course, it was made of acrylic thread.

But it's quite warm to wear.

Although the novel has been written, the magazine has not arranged any other work for him for the time being, and he is also happy to fish - it feels really good to fish with a salary, although the salary is not high.

Of course, don’t forget to read and study.

He had just made a cup of hot tea in the morning and spread out his textbook to do math problems - this was the subject he hated the most, but he couldn't do it without studying.

Not long after I opened the book, I heard footsteps coming from the small courtyard, followed by a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw a man and a woman standing at the door.

He knew the woman, Lu Yao's wife Linda.

She has short hair and looks very smart in a beige women's suit.

"Sister-in-law, why are you here? Please come in." Fang Minghua greeted quickly.

Behind her was a fat middle-aged man with thick black hair. Fang Minghua took a look and thought he looked familiar. He felt like he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember.

Linda walked into the room and introduced Fang Minghua with a smile: "This is my colleague, Director Wu Tianmin."

"This is Comrade Fang Minghua."

"Hello, Comrade Xiaofang." Wu Tianmin took the initiative to hold Fang Minghua's hand.

Wu Tianmin?

Xiying Studio?

Fang Minghua knew that Linda worked at Xiying Film Studio.

The Wu Tianmin in front of me must be the famous director of Xiying Film Studio.

Why doesn't it look like it?

Fang Minghua understood instantly. In addition to being younger than what he saw online, more importantly, he was deceived by the thick black hair. The photo online showed him with a bald head.

Of course, these thoughts just flashed through his mind, and he also smiled and said: "Hello, Director Wu, please sit down, I will make tea for you guys."

After making two cups of tea, Fang Minghua brought it to the two of them. There was no coffee table, so it was placed on a small stool. At this time, Linda said again.

"Xiao Fang, Director Wu is interested in the book "Into the Dust" you wrote and plans to make it into a movie, so he came to discuss it with you today and ask for your opinion."

Want to film "Into the Dust"?

It's not that you can't film it, it's just, why don't you film "Life"? !

What's more, you filmed "Life" and won the Golden Rooster and Hundred Flowers Award!

Although Fang Minghua believes that his writing is not bad, he cannot shamelessly say that it is comparable to "Life".

That was a phenomenal work, both in terms of artistry and influence reaching the pinnacle.

I heard that someone from Shencheng has contacted Lu Yao and wants to adapt this novel into a play and put it on the stage.

Thinking of this, he asked in a tentative tone: "Director Wu, why don't you go and film Brother Lu Yao's "Life"? That novel is more exciting."

Unexpectedly, Wu Tianmin's expression became a little embarrassed when Fang Minghua asked.

In the end, it was Linda who spoke simply and neatly: "Xiao Fang, let me tell you the truth. I once asked Director Wu to shoot "Life" written by my family, but Director Wu was very modest and worried that the film would not be successful. He was more optimistic about you. This novel was written by.”

Having said this, Linda paused and quickly added: "Perhaps you don't know, Director Wu is a very good director in our factory. Last year, he co-directed his first film "The Trill of Life" and "Kindness" with Teng Wenji, and the response was good. , this time he wants to direct independently."

Fang Minghua instantly understood the reason.

It turned out that it was the reason why I, a little butterfly, was flapping its wings randomly.

Wu Tianmin is a leader of the fourth generation of directors in China. "Life" is one of his pinnacle works, but he became famous earlier, called "River without Navigation Beacon", which won the Golden Rooster Award and the Ministry of Culture's Outstanding Film Award. It was also his first independent work. A movie shot.

But it hasn’t been taken yet!

Moreover, Linda's tone is that he is not the director of the factory, which only shows that Wu Tianmin is still an ordinary and unknown director.

Due to his appearance, "Life" seems to have come out earlier. If an ordinary director shoots such a phenomenal work, he will probably be drowned in the saliva of the people across the country if it is not shot well, so he wants to practice with his own novel.

To be precise, I am not filming "River Without Navigation Beacon" (which is also an adaptation of a novel of the same name) but preparing to film "Into the Dust".

But not bad either.

Wu Tianmin is gold that has not yet shined, but it is still gold!

Otherwise, what if someone’s first independent film could win an award?

"No problem, I agree." Fang Minghua answered happily.

"Great! I'll go back and report to our director right away to buy the film adaptation rights for your novel! Then I'll talk to you in detail." Wu Tianmin seemed a little impatient.

"Okay, I have nothing to do now." Fang Minghua replied with a smile.

Wu Tianmin shook hands and said goodbye, and Linda followed him out. Fang Minghua sent the two to the door and asked casually: "Sister-in-law, what has Brother Lu been busy with recently? Why haven't you seen anyone?"

"Hey, I went to Shanghai! There is a screenwriter named Cheng Pulin from the Shanghai Youth Repertory Troupe. He wants to adapt the novel into a play. He also invited Lu Yao to Shanghai to give guidance. He has been there for almost a week."

"That's a good thing," Fang Minghua said.

"A good thing is a good thing, but who cares about this family?" Linda sighed: "Forget it, I'm leaving. Goodbye!"

"goodbye!"

Seeing the two people leaving, Fang Minghua sighed inwardly.

Unlike Chen Zhongshi's wife, who was a rural woman, Lu Yao's wife was a female educated youth, a student of the Girls' High School Affiliated to Yan Normal University. She later went to Qinbei to join the team and met Lu Yao and fell in love, but her life after marriage was not that great. harmonious.

But this is a matter between husband and wife. How can I say anything now that I am a young man who has not even gotten married?

Three days later, Wu Tianmin and several staff members from the West Film Studio came, and the two parties signed a film copyright purchase contract in Fang Minghua's room.

300 yuan.

This was no small feat at the time!

After the contract was signed, Fang Minghua handed his manuscript to Wu Tianmin. He originally wanted to ask Wu Tianmin who he wanted to find as a screenwriter to adapt the movie, but the words came out of his mouth.

In fact, he really wanted to adapt this novel.

In the early 1980s, there were not many serious screenwriters in China, and many of them were directors or novelists themselves.

When Lu Yao's "Life" was adapted for the big screen, Lu Yao himself acted as screenwriter and adapted it. During the filming of the movie, he followed Wu Tianmin to the Qinbei filming location and stayed for a while, perfecting the script while filming.

Moreover, "Into the Dust" was originally written as a novel based on the script, and then it was changed back. Isn't this a great feeling?

In the original time and space, Fang Minghua worked as a screenwriter and had read the script of this movie. It was not difficult for him.

But Wu Tianmin didn't ask him to adapt it, so he didn't volunteer.

Because he vaguely remembered that Wu Tianmin was also a screenwriter, so he might have thought about doing it himself.

But what he didn't expect was that only two days after the contract, Wu Tianmin came to see him again, this time alone.

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