Damn, I was shameless and pretended to be wise, but I was actually half a bottle of jealousy. This young master contemptted this guy in secret, cleared his throat, and explained what a novel in my way. "A novel, well, means a collective term for a literary genre that reflects life and expresses thoughts by shaping characters, narrating stories, and describing the environment. For example, poetry and fu, are also collective terms for a certain literary genre."
An explanation is given that I think it is more suitable. After all, there are no so-called novels in this era, and there are no scripts. Some are more historical records, such as "Records of the Grand Historian" and "Zuo Zhuan". There are stories in it, but more of them are only faithfully recorded history, and there are few artistic processing.
There are also fables such as "Mencius", "Zhuangzi", "The Strategies of the Warring States", etc. There are many fables with distinct personalities in the books, which have already brought the meaning and prototypes of novels.
The "Orphan of Zhao" selected by me is published in "Zuo Zhuan" and "Records of the Grand Historian". After careful study and analysis, I finally decided to use "Orphan of Zhao" as the first stage play. After that, I even took the initiative to write work reports and year-end summary in the future. I spent eight days behind closed doors and used a quick writing tool like Goose Pen, which finally completed the artistic processing of this story in the shortest time.
Of course, this is just the first draft. If you want to really make a classic novel, it cannot be done in a few days, but who is this master? What is the time traveler? Well, the time traveler is a very close to the omnipotent God.
In addition, in later generations, I not only watched movies and TV of the orphans of Zhao, but also read novels, and even saw the orphans of Zhao in the opera channel. Therefore, I still remember many of the plots and dialogues therein. This is why I was able to produce a book called "Orphans of Zhao" within eight days. This makes me very proud. The god of the Western Barbarian spent seven days creating the world, and I spent eight days creating a masterpiece that shocked the human soul.
I first used brief language to tell the history of the Zhao family tragedy to the person in front of me, so that they could understand that this was a true story that happened in history. I heard one by one and two people who were fascinated and sighed at the ups and downs of Zhao family's fate.
I don’t think about it. This is a world-famous orphan Zhao Shi. His bizarre, tortuous, and bumpy experience. I’m really sorry for the experience of the Zhao family if they don’t write it into a novel or adapt it into a script.
Just as they were moved, Li Yuanfang finally brought this master's master's great work over, and he handed it over to my girl who was already talking roughly. "Good girl, come and read a few chapters to you so that they can understand what a novel is."
"Okay..." My girl can be regarded as my fan. After my various inventions and creations were revealed one by one under her nose, my girl even admired me, my brother. When I was conceiving this book "Orphan of Zhao", the girl stood by and proofreaded me.
Although I had some small opinions about writing in vernacular, I was soon attracted by my master's vivid writing language, tortuous plots, and sharp conflicts. Their heroic spirit of self-sacrifice spirit is even more shocking. The characters in the book are portrayed vividly by me, making their sexuality and morality vividly appear on paper, making them love and discomfort.
The story begins after Duke Jing of Jin ascended the throne. In the story, some grievances and grievances between the Zhao family and the king of Jin are interspersed, so that people can understand the cause of the story. Although I only let the girl read a few short chapters, this young master's beautiful pen tip and writing organization ability, as well as a large number of descriptions and close-ups make every character appear so vivid.
Even their conversation made people feel a heavy sense of history, as if they were rushing towards me, but soon, my girl stopped reading. Well, this book has 70,000 to 80,000 words. No matter how much my girl saliva is, she cannot withstand such a waste.
"Let me see, I'll see, you wrote it so thick?" Li Yaoguang's eyes widened, and after snatching the script from my girl, looking at me with a few pages, he looked at me with disbelief.
"Of course, however, I am a novel that faithfully interprets the true stories that have happened in history through artistic means based on historical records." This young master smiled reservedly and glanced at these stupid friends.
Well, his eyes fell on Li Xuanba who was still gnawing at the chicken legs. The guy wiped his mouth and smiled dryly: "Although I don't quite understand what it means, it seems that Brother Tai is really amazing. Even such a long speech can be written."
After hearing this, I almost choked the intake of the ventricular tube with the fruit wine I just swallowed. Damn it, I didn’t expect that in ancient times, I would have encountered Bleeding Jueli. Well, the general meaning of these four words is that although I don’t understand what it means, it looks very powerful, which is really similar to Li Xuanba’s nonsense just now.
"Can you lend me a look first?" After Li Yaoguang admired it with relish for a while, the expectation in the clear eyes under his thick eyelashes made me subconsciously point my head. "Yes, but don't be too long, there's only this one."
"Don't worry, I'm reading a book for a long time. I will definitely pay you back in two days at most. By the way, Brother Shi, what you mean is to put this story written on paper on the stage you talk about and let someone play the role in it?" Li Yaoguang was very smart and quickly understood what I mean.
"Yes, that's exactly what you mean, I don't know what you think?" This young master turned his head and looked at the guys who were still reminiscing about the plot of the novel.
"It would be better to really make this thing a living person, but who will act?" Li Jiancheng nodded slightly. It seemed that because my son had made complete plans in the past and the story was also very attractive, he agreed with my opinion, but the most important thing was the actor.
"What's the difficulty? Aren't we just a group of big guys? Anyway, we're idle, so why don't we guys go up and have fun?" Liu Hongji, a shameless man, patted his bulging belly and his eyes rolled, and said with a sarcastic smile.
"Yes, I'm idle, I'm fine, it's nice to go up and have fun." Xue Wanche seemed to have no idea that the gods were shy, and he didn't know how to be kind, righteous, honest and shameful. He was a hooligan and evil person with Liu Hongji.
"I said, brothers, I want to let the guests watch this drama. Do you think you can do it?" I suppressed the urge to pick up the wine cup and throw it on the foreheads of the two guys, and said sincerely.
"Of course, after I want to be a noble brother, can't I even play an ancient person?" Liu Hongji said with a sniff, and Xue Wanche's head next to me was shaking up and down.
"That's right. There's nothing wrong with this period of time. Why don't we guys go up and have fun together?" Li Jiancheng, the shameless man, also jumped out to support the two evil guys.
"Brother, can I go to the show, too?" My girl pulled my sleeves with her eyes shining.
Looking at the pair of shiny eyes, even Li Xuanba came over with his cheeks and had to play the stage no matter what. Even if he was playing a corpse, I couldn't help but feel like a big head. At this moment, even my girl came to join in the fun.
Who are these people? Do you think acting is a job that anyone can do?
Chapter completed!