Middle age: leisurely life in the entertainment industry

After hearing what Yu Dongqing said, the three of them looked at Yu Dongqing.

"When I finish writing the script, I'll let you take a look first. Let's fish first today and see. The fish is hooked!"

Yu Dongqing hurriedly lifted the pole.

Today, another nasty sandstorm blew up in Yanjing.

Although the sun was still bright and somewhat dazzling in the morning, it was already too far to be seen. Before the strong wind arrives, the dust haze has already surrounded the city.

Yu Dongqing sat in the study, looking at the gray sky outside, and the swings in the yard were covered with fine sand.

This reminded him of the sky full of yellow sand in the original time and space movie "Ashes of Time".

The script he wants to write today is Wong Kar-wai's "Ashes of Time".

Another pinnacle of Chinese martial arts movies.

In fact, there were many excellent martial arts movies from that time and space, such as "New Dragon Gate Inn", "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" and "Hero".

However, Wong Kar-wai's "Ashes of Time" once again subverted people's perception of martial arts movies.

If you want to play, play something new.

But Wong Kar-Wai's movies are difficult to make, and the lines in the script alone made Yu Dongqing go crazy.

Fortunately, Yu Dongqing was in the same time and space as the original movie "Westward Journey". He has watched it countless times and knows some of the classic lines by heart.

He even read the full script of this movie on Douban.

Of course, there are some places that I still can’t remember.

It doesn't matter, you can make it up yourself.

And, take your time and take your time.

Yu Dongqing took a sip of hot tea, opened her laptop, and wrote the first line.

"Many years later, I had a nickname called Xidu."

The days went by like this, and Yu Dongqing came to the study every day to write a script. However, a month later, it was already late May, and his script was still not finished, and it seemed that it was far away.

"Husband, what on earth did you write?" Meiliang held her son in her arms and came to Yu Dongqing's study, asking curiously.

Since giving birth to Lele, she has focused almost entirely on her son and Yu Tongtong, who lives on campus. She makes video calls or calls to care about her every now and then, but turns a blind eye to Yu Dongqing's creations.

But I didn't expect that Yu Dongqing didn't finish writing it in a month. I used to write scripts so fast in the past, it could only be completed in half a month at most.

"It's a martial arts movie, take a look." After Yu Dongqing finished speaking, he stood up and hugged his son in Meili's arms. Meili sat on the chair and watched carefully.

Yu Dongqing held her son in the yard and watched the little cat catching grasshoppers in the flowers. Seeing that her son was a little sleepy, she asked the nanny to take her son to the bedroom for a nap.

I checked my phone in the living room for a while, and then I saw Meimei walking in, looking a little confused.

"Husband, is that a martial arts script you wrote?"

"Why, it doesn't look like it?" Yu Dongqing asked.

"Yes, the protagonist's names are Dongxie and Xidu. These nicknames are humorous, but I think it is a literary film disguised as a martial arts film!"

Sure enough, as a director, I can see the essence of the problem at a glance.

That's right.

Wong Kar-wai's "Ashes of Time" is actually a literary film, and it is a stream-of-consciousness literary film.

The names of several characters in Jin Yong's The Legend of the Condor Heroes are used, but the storyline has nothing to do with the original work, and the script writing pays tribute to Gu Long.

That's fine, so there's no need to write the novel "The Condor" as a foundation.

A million words is terrible.

"So, how do you feel? Can you shoot?" Yu Dongqing asked again.

"Anyway, I don't dare to take pictures." Meili smiled: "Perhaps only a genius like my husband who dares to write can dare to take pictures, right?"

"Thank you, wife, for the compliment."

"However, husband, you have to be mentally prepared. If this script is filmed, I dare say that many people will applaud it, but even more people will criticize it."

"I know that."

Yu Dongqing smiled slightly.

Time flies by mid-June, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and Yu Dongqing's script is finally completed.

knock off

Yu Dongqing carefully read the manuscript twice and corrected plot details and some typos before she was satisfied.

Looking at the dense Chinese characters on the screen, I stretched.

It’s so strenuous.

No wonder Wong Kar-wai can make a film for three years.

Oh, this guy didn’t have a script and wrote it while filming.

I’ll send it to my three buddies first.

Yu Dongqing sent the document to several of their WeChat groups.

"Brother, let's see how it goes?"

Then I turned off the computer and left the study. The sun was dazzling outside.

Meimei returned to her parents' home with her son in her arms. The nanny probably went out to buy groceries, and Yu Dongqing was the only one in the house who was quiet.

Sitting on a chair under the eaves of the main room, Yu Dongqing squinted his eyes and fell asleep after a while. When he opened his eyes, it was already sunset in the west.

"Brother Yu, if Sister Mingliang won't come back tonight, what would you like to eat?"

The nanny is a Sichuan girl who speaks like Trump.

"Let's have mixed noodles."

Yu Dongqing doesn’t have high requirements for food.

The nanny went to the kitchen to cook. Yu Dongqing took out her phone and saw that several buddies in the WeChat group had responded.

"can't read."

"Seconded."

"It's probably not going to do well at the box office."

Yu Dongqing smiled and didn't say anything, but sent it to Li Wan.

Li Wan heard back that night and made a direct call.

"Holly, do you really want to film this script?"

"Of course, otherwise it would have cost me more than two months of hard work?"

"I'm not very optimistic about it."

"Haha. Then don't you think you're the producer?"

On the other end of the phone, Li Wan was silent for a moment.

"Yes, but my studio will not invest this time."

"Okay, let's talk some time." Yu Dongqing was very relaxed.

"You choose the time."

"Tomorrow, at two o'clock in the afternoon, Minghui Tea House."

"OK!"

It rained the next day.

Yu Dongqing sat in the tea room, looking at the green bamboos outside, listening to the distant ringing of the temple bells from outside, drinking tea, and feeling zen.

Sitting opposite was Li Wan.

"Holly, why do you have to go so far to drink tea? Don't you have a teahouse yourself?" Li Wan was a little confused.

"The place here is far away from the busy city, simple and quiet. Wouldn't drinking tea be more poetic?" Yu Dongqing answered with a smile.

"Holly, I think you are becoming more and more artistic, but for a director, being too artistic is not a good thing." Li Wan said, half joking and half serious.

"I know." Yu Dongqing chuckled: "To tell you the truth, it's just because my fat son is too naughty and likes to crawl around in my tea room, which makes me uneasy even after drinking tea."

Li Wan laughed loudly after hearing this.

"Haha, it's really yours, okay, let's talk about your script." Li Wan said with a straight face: "To be honest, this is not a martial arts film, but a serious literary film."

"Meimei said the same thing, but I like this script very much."

"Hey, you said you are becoming more and more artistic and you still don't admit it, okay? I've already told you about the script. Let's talk about the actors first. Find the actors and set the salary, and then I can make the budget."

"I have basically selected several main actors." Yu Dongqing said.

"Oh? Tell me."

"Come, look at this."

Yu Dongqing took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and handed it to the other party.

Thanks to Xicheng Snow Erlang for the reward, thanks to Qingfeng Free Dream, Book Friends 201701192150191, and Daxia Empire for their monthly passes