1980 My Literary Era

Chapter 70
That night, Lin Weimin came to Muxidi after a long absence.

Mr. Wan asked him with a smile, "But it's been a long time since I saw you, can't you forget me, a bad old man?"

"How can I! It's mainly because I'm too busy during this time."

Next, Lin Weimin gave Mr. Wan a brief description of his experience after graduation from the Institute of Literature and Literature.

Hearing that there was no one in Lin Weimin's hometown, even the old house was sold, Mr. Wan couldn't help but sighed, and said to Lin Weimin, "Come and sit at home when you have nothing to do."

"Thank you, teacher!"

This time, Lin Weimin took out the script of "Untouchable" without Mr. Wan's initiative.

"This is... finished?" Mr. Wan was a little surprised.

"Well, I finished writing it, and I brought it here today for you to help me take a look."

Mr. Wan stroked the script, and joked: "Xiao Zhang told me before that your boy writes quickly and well, and it was the same with "The Cliff" last time."

"Hey, this is one of the few advantages I have." Lin Weimin said boldly.

Mr. Wan pointed at him with a smile, and then flipped through the script.

The study was quiet and silent, only the occasional sound of Mr. Wan sipping from a teacup, and it was rare for Lin Weimin to sit there in a well-behaved manner.

After a while, Mr. Wan finally put down the script and looked up at Lin Weimin.

Lin Weimin asked anxiously, "Teacher, what do you think?"

He really put his heart into the script of "Untouchable", at least more than the previous novels.The reasons are, one is because this is the request of the teacher, Mr. Wan, and the other is because the script is likely to be rehearsed in Renyi, so he has to put his heart into it.

Mr. Wan stared at Lin Weimin for a few seconds, and then the expression on his face gradually relaxed and turned into a kind smile.

"There is no problem with the structure, the plot is smooth, and the characters are full, but the lines are not refined enough."

Hearing this, Lin Weimin felt at ease, and he said with a smile, "I'm just a primary school student in terms of scripts, so please correct me."

"You, you can speak nicely."

Mr. Wan pointed to the script and said: "Good lines are not only thought up by the screenwriter, but also need to be honed by good actors on stage."

"You are right."

"The script is a good script, which shows that you have put your heart into it. I will get it from Renyi for everyone to discuss and see if there are any problems. If it is finalized, I will let you know."

If a drama wants to be on the stage, having a script is just the beginning.

"Ok."

Mr. Wan didn't keep Lin Weimin waiting for long. A week later, Lin Weimin received a call from Renyi in the editorial department, asking him to go to Renyi after work.

This is the first time for Lin Weimin to go to the back of the Renyi Theater. He has watched dramas in the theater many times before.

The young man who led the way was called Lin Zhaohua. Lin Weimin chatted with him and learned that he graduated from the acting department of the Central Academy of Drama and is now an actor in the People's Arts.

The building of Renyi is in the Soviet-Russian style. On the side of the first floor are the dressing room and the scene making workshop, and the second floor behind it is where the administrative agencies of the academy are located.

There were doors at equal distances on both sides of the corridor. The lights in the corridor were dim, and there was a slight smell of toilets in the air. Lin Weimin also smelled a smell of cooking, which should have come down from the upper floor.

"It smells weird." Lin Weimin sniffed his nose and said.

Lin Zhaohua said with a smile: "Some young actors' nests in our theater are crowded on the top floor, and everyone's cooking at night will inevitably smell a little bit."

Lin Zhaohua led Lin Weimin to the dean's office, and left. Lin Weimin knocked on the door, and heard a male voice with a strong Beijing accent, "Please come in!"

Pushing open the door, it is a small room, the decoration is a very common solid wood style in this era, and the wooden floor looks old.

Lin Weimin called out unexpectedly: "Treasurer Wang!"

So Zhi laughed, got up and came from behind the desk to shake hands with Lin Weimin, "Comrade Lin Weimin, hello, I'm Yuzhi."

Lin Weimin realized his gaffe, "Hello, Teacher Yu."

"Sit down and chat." So Zhi pulled Lin Weimin to sit on the sofa.

Speaking of this, people will definitely be inseparable from Wang Lifa in "Tea House", but in fact he has been engaged in drama performances since before liberation, and he has played more than one classic role in his life as "Wang Lifa".

Crazy Cheng in "Longxugou", the young master Yu Yongze in "Song of Youth", Guifu in "Qiu Jin"...

If Mr. Wan represents the highest rank of Chinese playwrights, then Yu Yu represents the highest rank of Chinese drama actors.

Not only that, Yu Zhizhi, who is over fifty now, is also the first vice president of Human Art, with a lot of national and Yanjing titles.

"I asked someone to make the call. A few days ago, Mr. Jiabao gave me a notebook and asked me to organize people to discuss it first. The discussion came to a conclusion yesterday. I went to Mr. Jiabao, and he gave me your contact information."

So he simply explained a few words, and Lin Weimin understood the ins and outs.

"Teacher Yu, so my script Renyi has decided to use it?"

So he said: "The courtyard has this intention now, but it still depends on the results of the final rehearsal. I came to you today, mainly because I want to understand some of the process of script creation with you."

Lin Weimin did not hesitate at the moment, and described the process of script creation to him.

So Zhi frowned slightly after listening, isn't this process a bit too simple and smooth?

Lin Weimin showed a shy smile at him, and said: "You may not know that I have no other advantages, but I write faster. At that time, the teacher asked me to write this story into a script. Write it out."

So for a while, I didn't know what to say. If the screenwriters in my theater could have Lin Weimin's efficiency, Renyi would not have to worry about the script now.

He smiled and said, "Okay, young people still have the drive."

"Then do you have any requirements for the rehearsal of the script?"

"What do you mean?"

"For example, as an actor, if you are a screenwriter, you must have an outline of the characters in the script. Our theater will give priority to your ideas when choosing characters."

Lin Weimin immediately thought of Chen Xiaoer's face in his mind, but he hesitated in his heart. If it changed Chen Xiaoer's life trajectory, it would not be good.

"Isn't it an actor of Renyi?"

So Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Our Renyi has no such precedent."

Xiaoer, it's not that brother doesn't help you, it's because Dean Yu disagrees!

So I saw Lin Weimin hesitated, thinking that he was dissatisfied because he was rejected by him.

"How about this? Our theater first selects characters based on the character settings of the script. I'll invite you to come over and have a look later. If you think anyone is not suitable, we will adjust it."

Lin Weimin nodded in agreement with Yuzhi's idea.

(End of this chapter)