Back to 80: My Literary Life

"Director Wu, come and have a cup of hot tea." Fang Minghua greeted warmly.

"Thank you, the wind is really strong today." Wu Tianmin rubbed his hands, took a sip from the teapot, and immediately praised: "Xiao Fang, your tea is really good."

Of course it’s not bad, it’s thirty yuan a pound.

There have been more visitors recently, so the tea is a bit expensive, which makes Fang Minghua feel a little distressed.

Are we like some smokers, with "peonies" in the left pocket and "sheep" in the right pocket, making smoke when seeing others?

Tea is also divided into several types so you can save money.

But no matter what, Wu Tianmin came to make some good tea.

"Director Wu, it's such a cold day, why are you here? Is the script ready to start filming?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.

"How can it be so fast? Wu Tianmin said: "The novel has not been completely adapted yet. I came here today to discuss this matter with you. "

"oh?"

Wu Tianmin took out a notebook from the green satchel he was carrying and handed it to Fang Minghua: "I wrote this script myself, but I have never written it before, and I am not sure. You are the author of the novel who has the deepest understanding of the work, so I Let you take a look and give me your opinion.”

Fang Minghua took it and turned it over, frowning slightly.

It's not as good as the original script.

Yes, screenwriters and directors are two different things after all.

After all, this is Wu Tianmin's first time writing a screenplay, and even his first time directing a movie alone.

He is still some distance away from his peak moment.

Fang Minghua certainly didn't want the movie to be less good-looking because of the script, so he said, "How about this, Director Wu, let me take a closer look and then talk about it?"

"Okay. But Xiaofang, hurry up. I'm in a hurry to take the photo." Wu Tianmin smiled.

"Don't worry, I won't miss anything. I'll call you after I write it down. Please leave your phone number." Fang Minghua said.

"good."

Wu Tianmin left a phone number and left immediately.

"Director Wu, why don't you sit down for a while and drink tea." Fang Minghua politely asked to stay.

"There are still a lot of things to do in the factory. Goodbye!"

After Wu Tianmin left, Fang Minghua closed the door and read the script carefully.

A little rough.

It turns out that the biggest feature of that script is that it takes those simple and seemingly ordinary things in life and turns them into pathos and symbolic meanings after a certain connection.

For example, that donkey.

Donkeys are a very common domestic animal in the Northwest. There is nothing special about them, but they appear quite often in the original movie.

The first shot of the movie is of an adobe window. A curse called out to the people working in the window to stop, but what emerges next is a donkey, and then the male protagonist Ma Youtie appears.

This donkey has a symbolic meaning: the male protagonist Ma has the epitome of an iron life.

But this subtlety cannot be felt in Wu Tianmin's script.

Just write it yourself.

Fang Minghua took a sip of hot tea and spread out the manuscript paper.

Three days later, Wu Tianmin received a call from Fang Minghua.

"Director Wu, I've read and revised your script. Are you here to pick it up or should I give it to you?" Fang Minghou said on the other end of the phone.

"It's so windy outside, why do I have the nerve to let you come? Just wait, I'll be here right away!" Wu Tianmin hung up the phone, immediately left the office, rode his weighted bicycle, and rode northward in the cold wind.

Fang Minghou was lighting the coal stove.

The weather was so cold today that young man Fang Minghua couldn't bear it, so he finally set up a chimney and burned briquettes.

After a burst of soot, the room finally warmed up.

Sitting in front of the stove with a teapot is so comfortable.

Not long after, Fang Minghou heard a knock on the door. Wu Tianmin opened the door and greeted him warmly.

"Director Wu, sit inside and warm yourself by the fire."

Wu Tianmin unceremoniously sat down by the stove with his hands close to the chimney. When he saw Fang Minghua making tea for himself again, he quickly said: "Xiao Fang, there's no need to pour it out. I have to rush back later."

"Director Wu, what are you anxious about? It's such a cold day, let's have a drink to warm up."

Wu Tianmin took the tea made by Fang Minghua and took a sip, but his mind was not on the tea today.

"Have you read the script? Do you have any opinions?"

Fang Ming didn't mince words, so he took out the script he had written from the drawer and handed it to the other party: "Director Wu, I rewrote it, do you think it will work?"

Rewritten?

Wu Tianmin was a little surprised, but he still took it and looked at it carefully.

Dip in quickly.

After a while, he raised his head and let out a long breath: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Xiao Fang, your novel is so good and your script is adapted so well, so I will use yours, but..."

"But what?"

"Xiao Fang, the factory has tight funds and the budget allocated to me is limited. I'm afraid I won't be able to pay you for the adaptation. To be honest, I just want to save some money, so it doesn't seem like doing it myself will work."

I see.

"It doesn't matter, you can use it." Fang Minghua was also quite generous.

"Thank you very much. I'll buy you a drink if you have time. I heard from Linda that you have a pretty good drinking capacity."

"Haha, okay, let's wait until you're done." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

It would be nice to make friends like Wu Tianmin.

It’s mid-November, and winter in Xijing has really arrived.

The north wind howled all night last night, and it snowed heavily this morning.

During this period, Fang Minghua has been sleeping in the temporary room provided by the unit, and has not arranged any specific work.

However, he felt that it wouldn't be a problem to continue to work for a long time without receiving a salary. Just yesterday, he took the initiative to find President Huang and said that he wanted to continue to go to the guard room to check the door.

But he was rejected by President Huang, saying that if you go to see the gate as a writer, others will laugh at me because I don't reuse talents.

Fang Minghua from the editorial department didn't want to go, so he finally decided to stay in the security department, but changed his position from guarding the gate to being on duty.

During the day, I would stroll around to see if there were any hidden dangers. After 11 pm, I would take a flashlight around the unit to see if there were any thieves. I would rest all day on weekends.

Not needed in the middle of the night.

The magazine is not a key organization, so why steal it?

The sky is dry and things are dry, so be careful of the candles and don’t shout.

The focus is still on writing, and President Huang encouraged him to keep up his efforts.

All right

But Fang Minghua still doesn’t know what to write.

There will be patrol duty tonight. Fang Minghua went to the logistics department to get a flashlight and a baton that was electrified!

Forget about the pistol.

Fang Minghua heard that the security section of the unit had a May 4th pistol, but it was kept by the section chief and was not given to ordinary people.

I took it in my hand and tried it, and it felt very cool.

Find someone to touch it and see the effect?

But I guess no one is willing to do the experiment.

It's better to be a little thief and try the power of the baton, hehe.

While he was fiddling with it, there was a knock on the door outside. Fang Minghua quickly packed his things and opened the door, and it was Wu Tianmin.

There was snow on my head and clothes.

After coming here several times, he became familiar with it. Wu Tianmin walked into the room and quickly patted the snowflakes on his body. He also said to himself: "The first snow is so heavy today. It seems that this year will be a cold winter again."

"Director Wu, are you ready to start filming in such a cold weather?" Fang Minghua asked.

"Yes, everything is ready. The script is to be filmed all year round. Of course we can't miss this winter." Wu Tianmin replied, then looked at Fang Minghua: "Xiao Fang, I came to you today because I want you to come with me. Go to Gansu Province to film."