1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 66: Falling out of favor

"Are the actors, cameramen, lighting engineers, and script supervisors all ready?"

"Start shooting!"

Following Ling Zifeng's order, the camera film began to spin rapidly. "

Beijing Film Studio has four studios, Studios 1, 2 and 3 are connected in a row and are relatively small.

Built opposite the extra-large studio, it was half the size of the other three studios and was the largest studio in Asia at the time.

The reason why it was built so large is to achieve the "three highlights" principle of model opera movies and to avoid the "exposure" phenomenon of shooting the roof when shooting the heroes from above.

Later, the fire
"it is good!"

"pass!"

Ling Zifeng shouted with satisfaction, and the crew of "Little Flower" which had just finished filming came to visit the set.

Director Zhang Zheng started chatting with Ling Zifeng.

"This Chen Hong is a good candidate. I wonder if her family would agree to send her to the drama troupe?"

"Only 12."

"Little Cai Ming also came in at about the same age."

".Zhu Lin is also good, she is from the Medical College."

"Well, I thought she was pretty when I first saw her. Let's see how she performs."

Zhu Lin had already graduated from the Medical College and should have stayed there to work, but because of the filming, she was seconded to the Beijing Film Studio and continued to live in the studio's guesthouse.

On the other side, in an inconspicuous corner of the studio, Jiang Xian stood smiling between two old men, one of whom was naturally Mr. Shen Congwen, and the other was...
His hair was sparse and gray, his eyes were puffy and had obvious bags under his eyes. He was wearing a gray and white shirt with the hem casually tucked into his belt.

This person is none other than: the number one slacker at Southwest Associated University, Shen Congwen’s favorite disciple, Zhu Ziqing’s most despised student, China’s famous food blogger, and representative of late bloomers, Wang Zengqi.

Lao She once said: There are two writers in Beijing who may write something in the future, and one of them is Wang Zengqi.

Another one is Lin Jinlan, who is known as the "master of short stories" and also a genius at naming. In his "The Charm of Aidengqiao", there are three sisters named: Xiaoyi, Xiaoer, and Xiaoshan.

It may take a long time to react, but actually——

Grade one, grade two, grade three.

Wang Zengqi and Lin Jinlan were later known as the "Twin Pillars of the Literary World".

"Teacher, are you used to the food and accommodation here?" Wang Zengqi asked with concern.

Shen Congwen nodded, "I'm used to it. It's good here."

Jiang Xian plays music beside him.

The cafeteria of Beijing Film Studio was a paradise for Mr. Shen. It was built by him. His wife did not live with him. He lived in Dongtangzi Hutong and his wife lived in Xiaoyang Yibin Hutong. Mr. Shen, who was in his seventies, commuted back and forth every day, eating at one house and sleeping at another.

"Brother Wang, the teacher has good food and accommodation here, and we can even watch movies at night."

Shen Congwen: "Yes, people often plant trees here. Greening our lives is always a good thing."

"Writer Jiang, writer Jiang, someone is looking for you." Ge You came over to bring the message. Not long ago, he finally got his revenge by passing the examination of the General Art Troupe with a performance of "Feeding Pigs".

"That person said he was the editor of People's Literature and said your manuscript had been accepted!"

brush.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jiang Xian.

Especially the members of the "Little Flower" crew, Liu Xiaoqing looked at him again and again, and curiously asked people about his identity.

At present, writers have a high status and actors have a low status. Coupled with the nationwide literary craze, publishing an article in "People's Literature" is no different from bringing honor to your family.

Several other screenwriters of "Border Town" congratulated them.

"Congratulations, writer Jiang!"

“That’s People’s Literature!”

"We are also proud of it."

"It will be published soon. We have to read it."

At this moment, Jiang Xian was relieved and even a little excited, because he did not get this novel for free. He put a lot of thought and thought into it, so he naturally wanted to gain something. In fact, he was not sure when he was adapting it, after all, the original author Gu "Master" was a Mao Dun Prize winner.

What about him? He is a failed online writer on Qidian.com. He can only write mediocre articles and often suffers from literary youth syndrome. Once he writes a big poisonous point, the readers' scolding can fill 10 houses of Zheng Yuanjie.
Fortunately, one of the best Chinese teachers in the literary world is right by my side.

When adapting the work, Jiang Xian often asked Shen Congwen about issues related to style and language, and Shen Congwen gave him a lot of guidance and help.

This is how the film "Furong Town" came into being.

He wasn't sure whether his adaptation was better than the original, but at least it didn't seem so bad that even People's Literature would reject it.

What does this mean?
As he copied more and more, he began to make progress!

"Yes, it is not easy to be published in People's Literature," Shen Congwen said with appreciation.

"Thank you, Mr. Shen, for your guidance."

"You are still very accomplished."

Wang Zengqi looked at the teacher-student relationship between the two and suddenly felt jealous.

He is definitely the biggest fan. After reading "Selected Novels of Shen Congwen" when he was young, in order to follow the author of this article, he traveled from Shanghai to Kunming via Gangcheng and Nan at the age of 40. He had a fever of degrees, took a shot of cardiac stimulant and went to take the exam, just to apply for Southwest Associated University.

Thousands of miles, chasing, just to become his student.

"I also have a novel that will be published in People's Literature," he whispered.

But on the other hand, both of them seemed to have forgotten his existence.

"Teacher Shen, I'll go over first."

"Well, I'm so happy for you."

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The old man's face was as rosy as a duck egg, and he felt that he was a little redundant.

Damn, I've fallen out of favor.

"Teacher Wang Fu, why did you come here in person?" Jiang Xian went to the door with the statues of workers, peasants and soldiers.

Wang Fu stood under the shade of a tree and smiled, "I thought it would be better if I came to inform you in person."

"Excuse me, it's so hot." Jiang Xian led Wang Fu inside. "The Beijing Film Studio is quite big. Can I take you on a tour?"

"Okay, I've never been to this place before." Wang Fu agreed happily.

"This is the main building of the Beijing Film Studio. This bulletin board is the most important place in the studio. Every year, the two most important events of all the employees in the studio are posted here: one is the death of every employee in the studio, and the other is the awards won by every film in the studio."

Wang Fu nodded, and then asked the question in his mind, "Writer Jiang, why are you living in the Beijing Film Studio? Do you work at the Beijing Film Studio?"

"I took on a film adaptation job, so I just live here and work with the crew."

"adaptation?"

"An adaptation of Shen Congwen's Border Town."

Wang Fu recalled for a while, "Border Town? This novel is good. I have read it many times. It is considered a rare masterpiece."

The word "unpopular" is absolutely correct.

Teacher Shen is still a marginal figure in the literary world at this time, and "Border Town" is also an unpopular reading material, and not many people have read it in this era.

The two of them strolled to the guesthouse. Jiang Xian poured Wang Fu a cup of hot tea, and then they sat down and began to discuss the manuscript.

"There is no need to make many revisions. We didn't even have a meeting to discuss this manuscript. Our editor-in-chief Guang Weiran directly agreed to publish it."

"Really?" Jiang Xian was surprised.

This is the courage of an old revolutionary!
Wang Fu took a sip of water and put down the cup.

“However, Writer Jiang.

I'm curious.

How did you come up with the idea of ​​writing such a novel? "

(End of this chapter)