1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 368 Supporting Young People

Zhang Yimou opened "Contemporary" and stopped on one page, "This is the novel."

Lin Weimin looked at the words "Red Sorghum Family" on the page and smiled gratifiedly, "This is Mo Yan's first novel, and you two are very destined."

Zhang Yimou didn't understand what Lin Weimin meant by "fate". He said, "I also like his "Transparent Carrot" very much."

Lin Weimin nodded slightly, "If you want to be a director, then I will test you. If you take this novel, how do you think it should be adapted?"

Zhang Yimou's expression was surprised at first, and then thoughtful.

After thinking for a long time, he said cautiously: "If I were to change it, I'm afraid I won't use all of this novel."

"Won't it all be used?"

"Yes." Zhang Yimou pointed to Chapter 1 of the novel, "Although this novel is a long novel, each chapter has a strong independence, especially Chapter 1, I think it is enough to make a movie out of it. "

Lin Weimin looked again at the three-character chapter title on the page—Red Sorghum.

"Then, why don't you try to come up with a script first?"

Lin Weimin asked in a very bewitching tone.

Zhang Yimou looked at Lin Weimin in surprise, "Get a script? Use this chapter of the novel?"

"Yes, how is it?" Lin Weimin asked with a smile.

Zhang Yimou's ambition just now, after hearing Lin Weimin's question, somehow disappeared without a trace.

"It's...it's too early to make a script. I haven't written my horoscope yet. The factory doesn't know if I can be allowed to be the director!"

"If you don't fight for it, how do you know that your factory won't agree? You should at least show an attitude!
Take out a script when you go to talk to the leader, at least it represents your determination and intentions. "

Zhang Yimou had to admit that Teacher Lin was right.

If I don't care about my own affairs, who else can help me?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yimou also fully understood Lin Weimin's original intention.

Mr. Lin is still reminding himself!

"You are right. This is my own business, and I should fight for myself."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "That's right!"

Zhang Yimou then scratched his head and said, "I'll find someone to write a first draft when I go back. If the factory agrees, I'll go to Mo Yan to ask him for the right to adapt it. Teacher Lin, I will have to trouble you when the time comes."

Lin Weimin shook his head, "You are all in Yanjing, why are you making such a fuss?"

Zhang Yimou looked at Lin Weimin, what do you mean?
"Mo Yan is studying military art now. I'll bring him over tomorrow. You two can communicate and work out a first draft of the script. He just finished writing "The Red Sorghum Family", so he has time."

Zhang Yimou was a little embarrassed, and said again: "Mr. Lin, there is nothing wrong with me in this matter!"

"What are you afraid of? No one wants his novel, so it's a waste to put it there. At least there is an opportunity to adapt it now. You young people, don't be afraid of trouble, and don't be afraid of wasting time, because it is the least valuable to you. thing!"

Zhang Yimou finally made up his mind after hearing the words, "Okay, I will listen to Teacher Lin!"

The corner of Qu Xiaowei's mouth twitched crazily, his wrinkled face called a young man, so what's your name?Vertical?Yellow mouth child?
He looked at the expression on Lin Weimin's face, and it was so familiar.

When I was in the Institute of Literature, whenever this kid wanted to do something bad, he would definitely have this expression on his face.

"It's time to eat! It's time to eat!" Tao Huimin greeted everyone with the attitude of a hostess.

Lin Weimin pulled Zhang Yimou over and said with a smile, "Let's put the script aside first, let's eat first!"

The next evening.

Lin Weimin felt that he should give Dong Laishun a suggestion, launch a membership card activity or something.

According to the frequency of my patronage, I can be regarded as a big customer no matter what, and it's no problem to get a [-]% discount.

"Come on, this is Mo Yan, this is Zhang Yimou, the photographer of Guangxi Film Studio, "One and Eight" and "Yellow Earth" were shot by him."

Zhang Yimou was a little shy by Lin Weimin's introduction. Teacher Lin said this as if he was the director.

After exchanging pleasantries, the hot pot was boiling, and Lin Weimin Zhang Luo said: "Eat first, eat first, and talk after eating."

After several people ate several plates of meat, the chopsticks slowed down.

Lin Weimin then said, "Mo Yan, Yimou has plans to try to be a director recently. I recommended him to watch your film "Red Sorghum Family" before, and he was very interested."

Mo Yan was a little surprised, his novel was only published in "Contemporary" in November, and he didn't expect that someone would like to adapt it so soon.

Thanks to Teacher Lin for the recommendation.

After Lin Weimin reminded him a little, Zhang Yimou talked about his idea of ​​adapting "Red Sorghum" incessantly.

Mo Yan has never been in contact with film adaptations, but he has watched a lot of films, and has also taken related screenwriting courses in school, so the two communicated very smoothly, and even felt a little sympathetic to each other.

When the two of them had almost communicated, Lin Weimin asked Mo Yan with a smile, "How is it? Are you relieved to hand over the novel to Yimou?"

Mo Yan nodded, joyful in his heart, "Don't worry, don't worry!"

Zhang Yimou was also very happy when he heard Mo Yan's answer.

At this time, Lin Weimin said again: "You two are young people, and your ideas collide with sparks. In my opinion, it's better for you to write this script!"

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin, and then at Zhang Yimou's expectant eyes.

He said with some hesitation: "Mr. Lin, I haven't written a script before!"

Lin Weimin laughed and said, "No one is born to be able to write scripts. You are a well-known writer now, and your military skills are not for nothing. Don't be so unconfident in yourself."

Zhang Yimou thought of what Mr. Lin said to persuade him before, which was exactly the same as now.

Teacher Lin is really willing to support us young people!

He also encouraged from the side: "Mo Yan, Mr. Lin is right, no one is born with it, and trying is also a kind of learning."

Mo Yan looked at the two of them again, and finally made his request.

"If there is something I don't understand, I have to ask Teacher Lin for more guidance."

Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Of course it's no problem. It's my honor to help you make this happen."

Zhang Yimou hurriedly said: "Mr. Lin, please don't say that. I should be the one thanking you, thanks to your help..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand and said, "Stop talking, stop talking. Come, come, eat!"

Mo Yan looked at Lin Weimin with admiration in his eyes. Teacher Lin has always been like this. He is always willing to support these young people, but he does not take credit for it.

After talking about the script and eating dinner, Mo Yan rejected Lin Weimin's suggestion to send him off, and returned to Junyi by himself.

Looking at his back, Zhang Yimou suddenly thought of a question, "Mr. Lin, it seems that we haven't talked about script remuneration yet."

Lin Weimin glanced at him and asked, "Did you have money to pay?"

Zhang Yimou was dumb there.

That's right, I want to make a movie with Teacher Lin's encouragement, but I haven't passed the factory yet. Where can I get the remuneration for Mo Yan?

But then he thought of a more serious problem.

What if the factory doesn't agree to be the director, or don't agree to invest in this movie?Isn't Namoyan's work in vain?
Thinking of this, he looked eagerly at Lin Weimin.

"teacher LIN……"

"what happened?"

"You said that if this matter fails, what should we do?"

Lin Weimin raised his eyebrows and glanced at Zhang Yimou. The young man was still young, and he didn't know what a white female ticket was.

No movie was made, what money did you give?

Of course, these words must not be said to affect Teacher Lin's glorious image.

"Don't worry!" Lin Weimin comforted, "If your factory disagrees, I'll find a way for you later."

When Zhang Yimou heard Lin Weimin's words, his restless heart instantly calmed down. He had never felt such peace of mind.

A wave of emotion filled his heart, giving him an urge to die for his confidant.

"Mr. Lin..." Zhang Yimou choked up and called out.

Lin Weimin turned to look at him, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yimou swallowed back those grateful emotions and words. He knew that Teacher Lin's selfless help was definitely not for his few cheap words of thanks.

"I will definitely make this movie well!" Zhang Yimou's eyes were firm, and determination was written all over his face.

Lin Weimin laughed easily, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't be stressed! If you have any difficulties, just tell me, everything can be solved."

Zhang Yimou resisted the urge to cry, and nodded abruptly.

A few days later in the afternoon, Mo Yan rolled up his clothes and ran to the Guowen Society to ask Lin Weimin for help.

"Ms. Lin, the school is on holiday. Can I stay at the Chinese Language Society for a while?"

The guest house of the Guowen Society is for writers who come to Beijing to revise their manuscripts. Does Mo Yan have any manuscripts that need to be revised?

Teacher Lin said yes, so yes.

A dormitory was arranged for Mo Yan, and he took out part of the script he wrote.

"Mr. Lin, this is what I wrote these days. Can you read it for me if you have time?"

Lin Weimin took the script and said happily, "I just have time right now."

Compared with novels, scripts are much more concise, with few redundant characters, scenery and psychological descriptions.

Even the necessary descriptions of the main characters are extremely brief, highlighting only important characteristics.

When Mo Yan wrote a script for the first time, he made a lot of mistakes in writing novels. Lin Weimin only took a few glances, and then pointed out these mistakes one by one, which made him a little ashamed.

At first I thought I wrote it very well, but Mr. Lin picked out so many faults just by casually looking at it.

After reading the script, Lin Weimin saw that Mo Yan was a little bit shocked, and comforted him: "Writing a script and a novel seem to be similar, but in fact they are far from each other. This is also a learning experience for you. Don't worry. Anyway, Yimou's side will not be afraid to go back." It needs to be coordinated with the factory, will there be any results in a while, just take it slowly."

Mo Yan nodded, "You're right!"

(End of this chapter)