Back to 80: My Literary Life

Fang Minghua didn't call Song Tangtang in advance to pick him up. He took a taxi home directly after arriving at Xijing Xiguan Airport.

As soon as the gate of the small courtyard was opened, a black shadow rushed over from under the eaves of the corridor. It turned out to be a German Shepherd bean sprout, shaking its head and tail towards Fang Minghua.

The little bean seedling is more than one year old and has reached adulthood. It is more than half a meter tall and majestic, with black and yellow hair as thick as clouds.

But his family still used to call him Xiaodou Miao. Fang Minghua smiled and touched the dog's head, and walked towards the living room on the first floor together.

When he came to the living room, he saw Song Tangtang coming down the stairs in his pajamas and took his suitcase.

"Minghua, are you back? Just in time, I'm going to the United States tomorrow, and I'm going to leave you a note."

"Look at you, you are leaving as soon as I come back." Fang Minghua said with a little dissatisfaction in his tone.

"There is nothing we can do. The crew is ready and everything is ready. You can't wait for me alone, right?" Song Tangtang explained.

It turns out that the crew of "Yenjing Man in New York" is ready to shoot on location in New York, USA.

As the producer of this TV series, Song Tangtang is going to personally lead the team to the United States. She has already been to the United States once and can speak English, making communication easy.

Moreover, she also wanted to visit her cousin Li Li.

Song Tangtang had told Fang Minghua all this, so Fang Minghua was not too surprised and just complained casually.

Fang Minghua first went to the bathroom to take a shower, then put on a vest and shorts. The couple sat on the sofa in the living room and chatted.

Fang Minghua talked about what he encountered during his trip to Hong Kong, including the fact that he ended up helping Stephen Chow write the script for "Westward Journey".

"Wow, you actually helped Stephen Chow write the script, let me see it!" Song Tangtang suddenly became happy.

Fang Minghua had no choice but to take out his laptop and put it on the coffee table, and pulled up the script document. Song Tangtang looked at it seriously.

He started giggling, but then gradually stopped laughing, and his face was filled with sadness and a bit of confusion instead.

She raised her head and looked at Fang Minghua: "Are you sure you are writing a comedy?"

"Why not?" Fang Minghua asked with a smile.

"What kind of comedy? It's obviously a tragedy." Song Tangtang curled her lips: "My eyes are sore as a middle-aged woman watching this."

Oh my god.

When did you become a middle-aged woman? !

Since Song Tangtang celebrated his 30th birthday this year, he often laughed at himself in front of Fang Minghua, saying that he was old and no longer young.

In fact, Song Tangtang has been dancing since she was a child and has always maintained a good figure. She also pays attention to maintenance and exercise, and she looks like she is in her mid-twenties.

A woman.

I always like to look in the mirror and lament that time is fleeting and beauty grows old. Even a very cold and rational woman like Song Tangtang does the same.

Fang Minghua automatically ignored his wife's words and replied with a smile: "Real comedy is often that comedy is the appearance and tragedy is the core. From another perspective, I am looking at this script from the perspective of a film producer."

Fang Minghua reminded.

Song Tangtang calmed down immediately. She re-read the script and thought for a moment before replying: "Your script is almost tailor-made for Stephen Chow. He will definitely perform well. But if this movie is really made, will it be received well?" The audience welcomes it, and it’s hard to say it will get a good box office.”

"Why?" Fang Minghua asked deliberately.

"First, this script subverts "Journey to the West" just like the "The Legend of Wukong" you wrote. If it is filmed, it will definitely be scolded."

Fang Minghua nodded.

"anything else."

"Second, as far as the script is concerned, the structure of the script is too advanced, and the time and space clues are too confusing. In the words of your writers, this is called a stream of consciousness, but readers may not understand it."

"Literary works have a certain reading threshold and can be said to be passable, but when they are made into movies, it is difficult for ordinary audiences to even accept me. Therefore, if this movie is made, even Stephen Chow is destined to be a hit."

Song Tangtang's tone was very certain.

Fang Minghua smiled and suddenly asked: "If Stephen Chow wants to co-produce this movie with your Shengshi Film and Television, would you agree?"

Song Tangtang was shocked when he heard this: "Did you tell Stephen Chow about this?"

"How could it be? You are the general manager, but I am not. How could I put your company in trouble because of a movie that hit the street?"

"That's good." Song Tangtang's tone became a little tangled.

"If it is made well, it will definitely be an epoch-making movie, but it may fail miserably at the box office. Hey, if Shengshi Film and Television has 50 to 60 million yuan in funding now, I will take it!"

Fang Minghua heard what his wife meant.

With this script and the starring role of Stephen Chow, if there is a good director, we will definitely be able to make a very good movie, but it may not be good at the box office and it will lose money.

But the company has tens of millions of funds, so it is not afraid of losing money.

But Shengshi Film and Television doesn’t have it yet.

The company was established with a start-up capital of only around 2 million yuan. It has only filmed two TV series. Although it has made nearly 20 million yuan, the upcoming films "Yanjing People in New York" and "Raise the Red Lantern" are about to be filmed. A lot of investment.

"Raise the Red Lantern" had a budget of 4 million yuan, while "Yenjing Man in New York" had a budget of up to 1.5 million U.S. dollars, equivalent to 8 million yuan, because it was filmed in the United States!

One careless move could lead to bankruptcy!

Song Tangtang struggled for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Okay. Let's just assume, why should I bother with this? I'm going to the United States tomorrow, and I have to explain something to you."

"Preparations for the literature award? Did something go wrong?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

"No, Brother Lu is in charge, what are you worried about? We are preparing to publish a call for papers in domestic and foreign newspapers." Song Tangtang replied, and continued: "The girl who called you uncle is here again."

"Call me uncle? You mean Wang Zi?"

"Yes, Wang Zi finished her teaching work in Gansu Province and was about to return to Shanghai. She passed by Xijing and found you again, but you went to Hong Kong. She heard that you were preparing for the literary award, so she volunteered to stay and help!"

"Ah? Brother Lu agreed?"

"Brother Lu is only in charge temporarily. How can he agree to such personnel matters? I agreed for you!"

"You?"

"Yes, didn't you say that the judges' office is a little short of staff? Wang Zi is a literary enthusiast, and the girl is sweet and efficient, so I stayed for you."

Fang Minghua nodded.

That's true.

But, for me? Why does this sound so awkward?

Song Tangtang said again: "Wang Zi is a friend after all, right? It's not good for a girl to rent a house outside, so I'll just let her live in the magazine's fundraising apartment and live with Li Hongying."

"Well, that's good, we can have each other's company." Fang Minghua agreed.

"Hey, Minghua, I'm not hiding a beautiful girl in your golden house."

Fang Minghua glared at his wife: "Am I that kind of person?"

Song Tangtang chuckled.

"I know, I'm joking with you. Okay, I've said what I need to say. I have to go upstairs to pack my luggage. By the way! The two precious children are still with my parents. You have to visit them often!"

"Don't worry, I'll take them back tomorrow!"

"Don't worry, you have a lot of things to do at work. What if you get tired? Just leave it with my parents and you can visit them often - I've asked someone to move Ruirui's piano over there."

What a good mother.

Fang Minghua sighed in her heart.