Back to 80: My literary life

Chapter 95 095 The novel is not finished yet, and someone wants to put it on the stage of a drama.
  your sister?

Zhao Hongjun only has one sister, and she has already married to Huacheng in Guangdong Province. When did she get another sister?

But as soon as he thought about it, Fang Minghua knew who he was talking about.

"You mean Song Tangtang, right?"

"Yes, Aunt Zhou, Song Tangtang's biological mother, came to me yesterday and said that Tangtang has been spending time with you recently and asked about you."

"What did you say?"

"Tell the truth. You haven't done anything bad. Is there anything you can't say?"

"Oh, Song Tangtang and I mainly talked about the script." Fang Minghua briefly told what happened recently.

"Is it that simple?" Zhao Hongjun seemed a little unconvinced.

"How complicated do you want?"

"Tangtang is a very proud girl. Among our group of buddies, no one likes her. She can't even ask anyone out, but she can come to you every day?!"

"The charm of literature."

"Well, go ahead and fool Uncle Song, Aunt Zhou and the others, but don't lie to your buddies."

Fang Minghua smiled and said nothing.

"Actually, I think you two are quite good." Zhao Hongjun said, but suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, do you know that the college student from Western University named Li Li, the one you know, is related to Tangtang? They are cousins!"

is it?

However, Fang Minghua didn't feel much surprise and vaguely guessed something.

"Hey, it seems that Li Li hasn't come to the correspondence class to see you recently?" Zhao Hongjun asked again.

"How do I know? We are just ordinary friends." Fang Minghua was very honest.

Zhao Hongjun glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhao Hongjun sat for a while and then left, saying that there were too many things going on at work recently, and sometimes he had to work overtime at night. When there was no time, let's go out for a drink and chat. Fang Minghua agreed with a smile.

In fact, it didn't take long for Song Tangtang to come back to visit relatives. It only took half a month to go back and forth, and he would return to southern Xinjiang tomorrow.

Fang Minghua's script has also been finished.

"My brother will take me to the station tomorrow." Song Tangtang said.

"Well, I wish you a safe journey, and be sure to pay attention to safety when you get to the army!"

"I know. If your new novel is published, remember to send me a magazine."

"OK, no problem."

Fang Minghua knew that she was talking about "The Donkey Gets Water". He had been busy writing a script for Xie Jin recently and had not bothered to improve the book.

"I'll take you back by bike."

"Ah."

In the evening, Song Tangtang was packing her things in her room and faintly heard her parents talking in the living room.

"Old Song, how have you considered Tangtang's matter?"

"There is no problem with Lao Wang in the military region. I will contact the Southern Xinjiang side. As long as the leaders of both sides have no objections."

"Then tell Tangtang?"

"Don't worry, wait for the leaders of the two units to communicate well. You know Tangtang has a stubborn temper. She was transferred from a large military region art troupe to a provincial military region art troupe. Her grade was lowered by one level. I'm worried that she won't agree, but if she takes it in the name of the organization, You just have to listen.”

"In my opinion, what kind of dancing will you do when you come back? Retire directly and find a more relaxed job? Tangtang is already 20 this year!"

"Then go tell your precious daughter and see if she agrees?"

"Hey, it's all your fault!"

Song Tangtang was packing her luggage while listening to her parents' conversation.

Whenever this topic was discussed, she would run over and object strongly.

I won't come back! I want to stay in southern Xinjiang!

But this time, she just listened silently without speaking.

Fang Minghua sent the script to Xie Jin of Shanghai Film Studio by registered mail the next day.

The other party responded quickly after receiving the script. Only a week later, Xie Jin called the magazine and told Fang Minghua that he agreed to film with his script. According to the contract signed by both parties, the other party would pay the copyright fee for the novel adaptation and the script fee. There is a strange phenomenon in this era. Film script manuscript fees are higher than novel manuscript fees. According to the regulations of the National Publishing Bureau: the price of each feature film is about 1500 to 4000 yuan.

Shanghai Film Industry paid Fang Minghua 2600 yuan.

Not bad.

Of course, there is also 300 yuan for purchasing the rights to adapt the novel.

Treat yourself.
  Fang Minghua no longer cares about the movie "Youth". With a boss like Xie Jin filming, what should he worry about?
  The historical movie "Wreaths on the Mountain" is proof of this.

Now his energy has been transferred to "Donkey Gets Water". It has been more than two months since the first draft was completed. He has only revised it once and has not yet completed the final draft.

Work harder and try to get it done before the end of the month.

Fang Minghua had not yet decided which magazine to submit the article to.

But what he never expected was that before the novel was published, or even officially completed, someone would come to his door.

After getting up from a nap in the afternoon, Fang Minghua put on a pair of big underpants and went shirtless to revise a novel in his room.

It is now late August, and the weather in Xijing is still very hot. Song Tangtang was here some time ago, and he was embarrassed to be shirtless, but now he has no worries in the room alone.

"Fang Minghua, Fang Minghua, your phone number!" Another girl's voice sounded outside the door.

"Where did you call?"

"Yanjing!"

Yanjing?

Fang Minghua thought it was from Shanghai.

"Okay, I'll be right over here."

Fang Minghua quickly put on his shirt and hurried to the magazine office on the first floor of the front building.

"I am Fang Minghua, who are you?"

"Xiao Fang, this is Li Baotian." A bold voice sounded on the other side of the phone.

"Brother Li, how are you doing lately?"

"Good."

The two exchanged pleasantries for a few words before getting down to business.

"Xiao Fang, has your article "The Donkey Gets Water" published?" Li Baotian asked.

"Not yet. Director Xie Jin of Shanghai Film Academy wants to make the movie "Youth" that I wrote, and he asked me to adapt it into a script. I was busy a while ago." Fang Minghua told the truth.

"'Youth' is going to be a movie? Okay, I will definitely watch it then." Li Baotian continued on the phone, "That's the thing. I have a friend who is a director at Yanjing People's Art. When I was chatting with him, I talked about your book "The Donkey Gets Water," and he was very interested in it and said that this kind of novel is most suitable for adapting into a drama, so he wanted to talk to you."

What the hell!

Yanjing People's Art!

This is one of the most powerful actors in the domestic drama industry today.

"Which director is it?" Fang Minghua asked curiously.

"Lin Zhaohua."

Lin Zhaohua?
  Fang Minghua is not sure. To be honest, he knows a few actors from Renyi, such as Pu Cunxin, He Bing, Chen Xiaoyi, etc. But apart from the director, who is a leading figure like Cao Yu, he really doesn't know anything else.

In fact, what he didn't know was that Lin Zhaohua was also a big name in the arts. He later served as the vice president of Yanjing Arts and was known as the "big director." In August of this year (1982), he directed "Absolute Signal" It premiered at "People's Art" and later became known as China's first small theater drama.

"Xiao Fang, Director Lin is right next to me. I will give him the phone and he will tell you."

Soon, a man's voice with a Tianjin accent sounded on the microphone: "Comrade Xiaofang, I am Lin Zhaohua. I heard from Baotian that the novel you wrote is a type of black absurd humor that is rare in China, so I want to add it to the novel." Bring it to the stage and hear what you think.”

"But, I haven't published it yet, and I haven't even completed the final draft." Fang Minghua replied.

"It doesn't matter. You also know that the play is a second creation, and it won't have much impact if it is not finalized."

This is true.

Fang Minghua didn't have any objections to Renyi's adaptation of the play, but the manuscript of the novel was still in his hands, and it was not completely completed and needed to be revised.

"Okay, please come and bring your manuscript to Yanjing, okay? I'll read your manuscript and then discuss it in detail, okay? How about we Renyi bear the cost of the round trip?"

Going to Yanjing for free again?

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