Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 216 Some are happy and some are sad

Vaguely as if I had seen it before in a dream

Waves in my heart appear

Put aside the worldly affairs and put an end to grudges

Accompany you to the end of the world

Soon, the Cantonese song "Heart of Iron" sung by Luo Wen and Jenny Jing was heard in the streets and alleys of the mainland. The image of Guo Jing, played by Huang Rihua, bending a bow to shoot a giant eagle, and the playful and cute appearance of Huang Rong, played by Weng Meiling, began to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

Naturally, watching the TV series did not quench their thirst, so the majority of the audience immediately looked for the original work. The traditional Chinese version of "The Condor" in Xiangjiang is rarely circulated in the mainland, and how can the traditional Chinese version look as satisfying as the simplified version?

Shengshi Book Publishing Company just printed this set of "The Condor Shooting" and immediately the demand exceeded the supply.

Telegrams or phone calls from new book bookstore managers across the country were sent to the newly established Xijing Book Shengshi Company.

7 units in Shu Province!

4 units in Henan Province!

6 units in Hunan Province

For a while, the phone in the general manager’s office rang non-stop.

"Are you going to get 3 more sets? Sorry, they're out of stock!"

"Printing. Brother, printing also takes time. Okay, I will give you 3 sets of priority supply!"

After answering the phone call, Zhao Hongjun breathed a sigh of relief. He felt his mouth was dry and he immediately picked up the tea cup and drank a large cup. Then he felt much better.

Turning my head to the side, I saw that the plane tree outside the window had turned green and started to flutter.

"Spring is here." Zhao Hongjun sighed inexplicably.

He suddenly thought of a poem written by the great poet Su Dongpo describing spring in Chang'an.

"When the day comes, the flowers in Chang'an will be like rain. The willows in the Guan Pass will begin to fly with catkins."

Of course, in his eyes, these fluttering tidbits are more like "Great Unity" tickets.

Facing the spring, Zhao Hongjun feels very happy, but some people feel very sad, feeling as if they have fallen into an ice cave.

Gui Province, Green City.

"No, absolutely not!" In the office of the director of Guangxi Film Factory, a man's voice denounced:

"You're saying that you're a photographer who doesn't do photography well and keeps thinking about the director's thoughts all day long? You still want to be a director and shoot movies? This is called fooling around!"

Within a few minutes, a dull-looking man came out with a stack of scripts and a depressed expression.

He was Zhang Yimou. After the Spring Festival, he happily returned to the Guangxi Film Factory with the script written by Fang Minghua and handed it to the newly appointed director Gao. After explaining his ideas, he was rejected by the other party and laughed at him for not doing his job properly. .

When he returned to his office, his friend He Qun saw him like this, came up to him and asked in a low voice: "Director Gao doesn't agree?"

"Yeah." Zhang Yimou nodded: "He said I was not doing my job properly."

"Hey, it would be great if Director Wei was here." He Qun said with emotion.

Yes, it's a pity that he was transferred away.

At the end of 83, the film "One and Eight" co-produced by Zhang Yimou and his colleagues was criticized as a typical example of "spiritual pollution". Director Wei stood up to support young people: "We must care for young people. If there are mistakes, I, the director, will be responsible!" "

In July 84, when "Yellow Earth" was submitted for review, it was groundlessly criticized by the leaders of relevant departments. Director Wei went to argue with the leaders again.

If you offend the relevant leaders, there will be no good consequences. Just after the Spring Festival, Director Wei was transferred from the front line and Director Gao took over.

What a good factory director, Zhang Yimou was very reluctant to part with him, and even wrote an emotional letter to Director Wei.

The letter said: "Perhaps, we may become art masters and celebrities in the future, but we will always remember how we started when we were young. Someone once carefully supported us... We also have times when we are old, but we will think of ourselves. "One and Eight", our "Yellow Earth", our Guizhou Factory Director..." Unfortunately, he suffered a blow before he became famous.

"Yimou, what are you going to do?" He Qun asked again.

"What should I do? Cold salad!" Zhang Yimou smiled bitterly: "If we really can't return the script to Editor Fang, we can't film it, and we can't waste other people's scripts, right?"

It was two days after Fang Minghua received the call from Zhang Yimou. He had just gone to work that morning and was reading the latest issue of "Yanhe", which contained his published novella "No One Can Be Missed".

At this moment, the landline on the desk rang. Fang Minghua picked it up and asked, "I'm Fang Minghua, who is this?"

"Hello, Editor Fang, I am Zhang Yimou from Guangxi Film Factory." A man's respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, Photographer Zhang." Fang Minghua said with a smile, "What, can you film the script after reviewing it?"

"No. The factory didn't let me take pictures."

"What? Director Wei doesn't agree?" Fang Minghua was a little surprised.

"Our Director Wei was transferred after the Spring Festival, and now he is Director Gao." Zhang Yimou explained on the other end of the phone.

That's it!

Bole is gone.

"Then what should you do?" Fang Minghua asked again.

"Since I can't shoot, I want to return the script to you. I'm really sorry." Zhang Yimou said, "But I really thank you!"

That's right.

Fang Minghua pondered for a moment before replying: "You're welcome, didn't you tell Director Wu of Xiying Studio about this matter? Did you ask him to help find a solution?"

"I feel embarrassed that Director Wu is always troublesome. Besides, Director Wu can't control our factory's project approval." Zhang Yimou was honest and expressed his thoughts.

"Try it. Maybe Director Wu has another way." Fang Minghua replied: "In this way, you contact Director Wu first. If there is really no other way, then return the script to me. I am very optimistic about you. Filmed this script.”

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me. I will contact Director Wu later." On the other side of the phone, Zhang Yimou was very grateful.

The two chatted for a few more words and then hung up the phone.

At this time, Zhang Yimou was calling Fang Minghua in the public phone booth of the Post and Telecommunications Bureau. He thought about what Fang Minghua said just now, hesitated, and finally mustered up the courage to call Wu Tianmin of Xiying Studio.

"Director Wu, it's me, Zhang Yimou."

"It's so wonderful to celebrate the New Year." Zhang Yimou told the other party in detail what happened recently.

Wu Tianmin, who was on the other end of the phone, didn't say much after hearing this. He just said, "Okay, I know about this, Yimou. I'm busy with something right now. I'll chat when I'm free. Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Zhang Yimou hung up the phone, feeling disappointed.

The other party only said that he knew about this, so what did he think? Is there any good way?

But nothing was said.

Why.

Zhang Yimou let out a long sigh, and after paying the phone bill, he hurried out of the post office.

"If it doesn't work out, I'd better send the script back." He thought.

Fang Minghua didn't get any news from Zhang Yimou, but just after going to work that afternoon, an uninvited guest came to the office - Wu Tianmin, director of Xiying Film Studio.

(End of this chapter)