A week ago, after the recording of the current episode of "I am a writer, please feel free to complain" was completed, in the lounge of contestant No. 7.
Feng Bujue, who didn't write a single word in the final round, was undoubtedly eliminated. After chatting with other contestants for a while, he returned to the lounge with a happy face, drinking canned coffee. Just waiting for the interview
As soon as the session is over, take the subway home...
Not long after, Oscar knocked on the door of the lounge with two cameramen, one lighting and one sound engineer.
Feng Bujue answered the door, and after they all came in, he began to set up the camera and arrange the lights.
When Oscar came in, he shook hands with Feng Bujuezhi, as if meeting the leader for inspection: "Hard work, hard work, hard work..."
Feng Bujue said: "No, no, thank you for your hard work..." He paused and asked: "Eh? You still have to do seven interviews, right?"
"No, no, I will interview you." Oscar replied: "This is the director's rule. I am responsible for interviewing the eliminated writers. The editor or assistant director will record the remaining six."
"Oh." Feng Bujue nodded.
There are several fixed camera positions that have been measured in the lounge. The two folding chairs where the writer and host were sitting during the interview are lying in the corner of the room. Lines are drawn on the floor to accurately mark where the chairs should be placed.
. Several staff members worked skillfully for a while, and the preparations for the interview were quickly completed.
Oscar held a manuscript, sat opposite Feng Bujue, turned his back to the camera, and said, "Then... shall we get started?"
Feng Bujue replied: "Okay." He was the one who was in a hurry to go home, so naturally he hoped to finish recording as soon as possible.
"When you received the invitation from the program team, were you nervous or... pressured?" Oscar started asking questions according to the interview script he had prepared in advance.
"No."
"Have you ever hesitated?" Oscar asked again: "After all, you are already a famous writer. Do you think it will be weird to compete with other writers on this stage?"
"Compared with them, I'm just a nobody. Why are you hesitating?"
"Haha..." Oscar laughed. He picked up the portable player at hand, clicked it a few times, and placed it in front of Feng Bujue. On the screen was a previously recorded video. "At that time, why did you give this program a title?
Such a title?"
"It should be because he had a premonition of the subsequent development..." Feng Bujue replied.
Oscar then asked: "Let's take a look again..." He fast forwarded a few more pictures, "Why did you write such a paragraph in the first round?"
"Why can't you write it?" Feng Bujue replied with a smile: "As you said at the time, with the three key words of war, hero, and character, it is difficult to have an unexpected answer, so I will write one that no one can think of.
Character."
Oscar nodded and pushed the progress bar at the bottom of the player screen. "When the voting results are announced in that round, where do you predict you will be?"
"The last one..." Feng Bujue said, "I said it was a bit overkill."
Oscar then asked: "During the second round, I noticed that there was not a word on your console."
"Because the outline is all here." Feng Bujue tapped his temple lightly with his finger.
"How many minutes did it take you to come up with that story?" Oscar asked.
"Actually... the moment you asked me to announce the answer, I just started to make it up temporarily." Feng Bujue replied.
"It looks like it to me." Oscar smiled: "Haha... But the temporary editor can also take second place, which shows that you are really good."
"If you do this kind of thing a second time, it won't have such a good effect." Feng Bujue said: "This time it's because the audience has never seen my kind of novelty. So the impression is particularly deep.
It also got more votes. If any contestants follow suit in the future, they may be in trouble."
Oscar then turned around and gestured, the two cameramen paused filming, and the radio engineer also put down the microphone. "Ask a personal question... Director Fei quietly chatted with you for a few words after the second round. What was it?
content?"
Feng Bujue obviously would not mention the words "secret operation". He replied calmly: "Oh, at that time... he felt that if I did this, I would definitely be eliminated, so he talked to me in advance.
Next we talked about the playoffs, and then we talked about Fight Club, Schubert and syphilis."
The corner of Oscar's mouth twitched a few times, indicating to all units to continue recording. He then dragged the progress bar of the player: "Did you really read the entire book in the third round?"
Feng smiled unhappily, "I noticed when you came in...you hid my envelope in the inner pocket of your coat, right?" He pointed at Oscar's suit, "Since you came prepared, you
You can try it.”
Oscar smiled, took out the envelope, took out the stack of A4 papers stapled together, and flipped to one of them, and read: "He said with a proud look, my stupid servant, your father
yes……"
Before the other party finished reading this sentence, Feng Bujue continued: "Your father is a hunchback, your mother is a prostitute, your sister is mentally retarded, and you are lucky enough to become a noble, that is, my servant.
What else do you want?"
Oscar was surprised from the bottom of his heart: "I don't know, teacher, your memory is amazing." He seemed to be in disbelief, and turned over the pile of paper in his hand to look at it. After confirming that nothing could be seen from the back, he looked again
Said: "It's more than enough to participate in the talent show."
"Haha... not interested." Feng Bujue said with a smile. He seemed to be quite entangled with the novel in front of him. He added: "The writing style of this book is indeed good, but the plot is too cliché and lacks highlights. In addition, there are
There is a small part of the story that is copied from Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls", except that the era and characters are changed, and the bombing of a bridge is changed to an assassination. As I read it, I felt a bit familiar. When I saw the sentence "No one can
I understood, "No man is an island". When this guy reached the 30th chapter, he basically didn't know how to continue, so he used a plot from another book, and then made up a rather boring one.
After reading the story, I couldn’t write it anymore.”
Oscar was stunned when he heard this, and thought to himself: It turns out that you not only finished reading, but also read it very seriously...
"Are you really that... unwilling to write a final chapter for this book? Even if you just write it casually, you will still get a certain number of votes." Oscar asked again.
"I am particularly reluctant to touch other people's works, especially this kind of eunuch's work." Feng Bujue replied: "This kind of novel gives me the feeling... like a child of another family, this child has not yet
When he grows up, his parents will ignore him and throw him on the street to fend for himself." He shrugged: "Now I, an outsider, am asked to pretend to be his parent and bring him up, but I won't do that.
Since this child's parents don't cherish him, what should I be busy with? First of all, I am not the same person as this kind of parents."
"Okay, I think I understand." Oscar continued, "I also want to ask, how do you feel about being eliminated? Do you have any regrets? Do you regret that you did not answer the question in the third round?"
It was impossible for Feng Bujue to say that he was just playing for the sake of being eliminated. He scratched his head and decided to say a few words: "Well... I think it would be great to be able to participate. Thank you to the editors of the program team for being able to participate."
Thinking of a little person like me, it’s a pity...it’s okay, I’m not sorry. As for regrets...since I did it, I won’t regret it.”
This interview lasted for about fifteen minutes, and there was quite a lot to record, such as comments on the performance of other players at a certain moment, some standardized questions and answers, etc.
At the end of the interview, Oscar looked at the manuscript in his hand. He had almost finished asking the questions, so he operated the portable player, "Before asking the last question... I have a paragraph where all the other writers who first came to "I
When I was a writer, the VCR I recorded was a mixed version. I hope you can take a look."
…………
"The writer is..."
"Writer?"
"Well...means to me..."
"A writer is..."
"Those who use words to build dreams."
"A career is also a career."
"The communicator of ideas."
"It's my life."
"It's very ordinary, but it's also extraordinary..."
"Meaning a point of no return? Haha... cut this section."
“If someone else’s writing is bad here and there, can you do it well when you write it yourself?”
“Because I like writing, I naturally persevere.”
"We all start from the same place, and we are all chasing the same dream. But many people take detours, or... give up halfway. But I think that for those who can persevere to the end, we will reach the same destination by different paths.
"
"You must always remind yourself that I am a writer. This is not a draft, we are professionals. It is us who show what writers should be like, rather than letting everyone tell us how to write."
"If anyone can write, what do we, professional writers, need to do?"
…………
Oscar continued: "According to convention, writers who come to our program have to answer this question..." He paused: "Teacher Bujue, what do you think...the word writer means to you?"
After Feng Bujue read this short vcr, he suddenly felt that this was a difficult question to answer. "Let me think about it." He showed a very serious look. This was the entire recording process of the program.
He has never shown it before.
After a long silence, Feng Bujue finally said: "I've thought about it."
The radio engineer raised the microphone again, and Oscar turned back to greet the cameraman and said, "Here's a close-up." He turned to Feng Bujue again and said, "Okay, please speak."
Feng Bujue said: "To me, a writer is...a person who can use words to change the world.
As long as you firmly believe in this and be true to yourself, you can make your dreams become reality.”
