() "I don't understand, I just want to take a look." Zhong Jinwei replied with a smile. Suddenly he remembered that Wu Bing's script did not have punctuation marks, and some traditional Chinese characters were not understood. If you ask these people, it will be humiliating.
So, Zhong Jinwei quickly said: "Forget it, I won't read it anymore, I believe in your level."
Unexpectedly, Wen Yuren shouted from the side: "Shi Qu, go get it and show it to Uncle Zhongxing. Uncle Zhongxing is a man who truly understands art!"
Zhong Jinwei listened on the side, and there seemed to be a crow flying "wow" on his forehead, and he was speechless.
Wu Bing looked at his friend in surprise, a little disbelieving. Then he looked at Zhong Jinwei, and said with a little suspicion: "Young Master Zhongxing, please go and get the script right away."
Zhong Jinwei waved his hands quickly, knowing that modesty was not an option at this time, so he pretended to be honest: "I still have a lot of things to do, and I don't have time to look at them. You can tell me now."
As soon as Wu Bing heard this, he didn't dare to waste Zhong Jinwei's time, so he started telling his script directly. The general meaning of the script is that there is a big happy family in Gyeonggi Province, with all the high officials present, two brothers, the elder brother has a wife and children,
My younger brother has an unmarried daughter-in-law and is about to get married. However, due to the abuse of the Jianlu captives, his family is destroyed, and in the end only his younger brother ends up living in a refugee camp, dying.
Zhong Jinwei heard that the plot of the story was good, so he asked Wu Bingdao: "Are you planning to perform in the form of opera?"
"Exactly." Wu Bing replied without hesitation. It was originally an opera script, so there was no need to ask.
"Brother, do you have a strong sense of agency?" Wen Yuren took the initiative to take over Zhong Jinwei's position and began to ask and comment on Wu Bing's play.
"A sense of substitution?" Wu Bing was naturally puzzled by the term he heard for the first time.
"The sense of immersion is whether the viewer can feel the same way and experience the joy, anger, sorrow and joy of the character." Wen Yuren explained to Wu Bing according to his own understanding.
"Of course I have this sense of immersion. Anyone who knows how to appreciate opera will definitely have a sense of immersion!" Wu Bing replied to Wen Yuren with a decisive voice and the new terms he heard.
"What about those who don't know how to appreciate opera?" Wen Yuren seemed to have caught a flaw in Wu Bing's words, and asked Wu Bingdao in a way that he knew you also had problems.
"Well..."
"Do more people in the capital know opera or don't understand opera?" Seeing that Wu Bing was speechless, Wen Yuren transformed Zhong Jinwei's previous meaning into his own words and continued to ask him.
"The purpose of the imperial court asking us to do these public opinion guidance is to help the suffering people in the refugee camps. If only a small number of people see our opera and pay for it, then what is the point?"
"Then, what should we do?" Wu Bing was confused by Wen Yuren's words.
Wen Yuren spoke fluently at first, and when this close friend and fellow-minded person was a little unable to answer, he still felt a little good about himself. But when he heard Wu Bing say what to do, he was speechless.
Yes, what should we do?
Wen Yuren turned to look at Zhong Jinwei and subconsciously asked him for answers.
Zhong Jinwei watched the two of them asking and answering questions, and he admired Wen Yuren's ability to immediately accept his point of view without being stubborn.
Suddenly, they both reached a dead end. There was no way out and they turned around to look at themselves. They were slightly startled, and then their brains started to spin quickly, looking for answers quickly.
"Uncle Zhongxing, please tell me, what should I do?" Wen Yuren saw that Zhong Jinwei didn't answer, so he asked directly.
When Wu Bing saw Wen Yuren asking Zhong Jinwei, he looked at Zhong Jinwei with some expectation to see what good answer he would have.
When Zhong Jinwei was pressed by Wen Yuren, he actually came up with an idea: "This problem is easy to solve. You see, songs, dances, and operas all have a certain audience, right? This can solve part of it. Then there is another solution?
What do they have in common, and what can be used to make them all understand? Or to increase the sense of substitution, so that people who don’t understand can also understand. Therefore, we must first clarify these issues, and then it will be easier to deal with
Already."
Wu Bing and Wen Yuren looked at each other, then shook their heads, indicating that they were unclear.
A Dongchang officer behind Zhong Jinwei whispered in a low voice: "They don't understand this, aren't they just the common people who can't read?" There was a hint of disdain when he spoke.
Zhong Jinwei turned around and looked at the muttering Dongchang officer. When he saw that the officer was a little frightened, Zhong Jinwei opened his mouth to praise: "I think you are right. They probably don't understand elegant singing and dancing. Look,
I don’t understand advanced opera.”
Wen Yuren had an opinion, and said in a disapproving tone: "What's the use of understanding these poor people? They don't have much money to help refugees."
Zhong Jinwei turned around, looked at this elderly literary and artistic worker and said: "Humane bitches are ruthless, but this time they were the first to donate a large amount of money. Can you think of it? The poor may not have money, but if everyone
Donating a copper coin, there are so many people, can you ignore the money? Although they are poor, you cannot ignore their existence. More importantly, when guiding public opinion, the focus should not be limited to this one thing."
Zhong Jinwei looked at the two people in front of him who were thinking, and then continued: "You can try your best to rush the matter of the refugee camp this time and publicize as much as you can. In addition to this refugee rescue matter, there are many things that need to be done.
Propaganda. The brutality of Jianlu can be publicized to the people in the southeast; the disasters in the northwest can be publicized to the people of the whole country; your majesty’s benevolence can be publicized all over the world, and you need to do the publicity."
Wen Yuren and Wu Bing's eyes gradually lit up as Zhong Jinwei spoke.
"Not only can you create songs, dances, and operas, but you can also create something easy to understand for the common people. If the common people can understand it, are you afraid that others can't understand it?"
Wen Yuren's head lit up when he heard it. My singing and dancing could be made easier to understand, so that more people could understand it.
Wu Bing, however, gave Zhong Jinwei a deep look and said, "I hope Zhong Xingbo will give me some advice."
Zhong Jinwei said quickly: "I don't dare to take it seriously. Let me give you an example of your opera."
Zhong Jinwei used his favorite metaphor to talk about things and began to lecture Wu Bing: "For example, if you don't wear costumes, don't put on facial makeup, and just act like ordinary people like you and me, and perform on stage, will it be more effective?"
Better.”
Wu Bing was even more confused after hearing this. If he didn't wear costumes and don't wear facial makeup, could this be called an opera?
Zhong Jinwei looked at Wu Bing as if he was even more confused, so he had to explain: "In other words, the play you made is just a background of an ordinary family, wearing ordinary clothes, and talking to each other in ordinary vernacular.
, perform the feeling of happiness and contentment in this big family; and then let the people dressed up by Jianlu come on stage and play how cruel Jianlu was and destroyed this happy and happy family. If you praise it like this, will it attract more people?
If you can understand it, it will be easier to empathize with it?”
Zhong Jinwei said and Wu Bing nodded repeatedly, but then shook his head again.
"Why, do you think this is not effective?" Zhong Jinwei didn't quite understand why Wu Bing nodded and shook his head, so he asked him directly.
"That's not what you meant, Uncle Zhongxing. I think what you said is indeed good. But, is this still an opera?"
"Then why does it have to be an opera?" Zhong Jinwei asked, a little amused.
This rhetorical question suddenly pulled Wu Bing out of his own horns. Yes, why must it be opera? Wu Bing's eyes suddenly brightened, and he felt that a road he had never walked before appeared in front of him.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Zhongxing. Please accept my bow." Wu Bing bowed to Zhong Jinwei sincerely.
Wen Yuren also learned a lot from what he heard there. Seeing Wu Bing's behavior, he also followed Feng and bowed to Zhong Jinwei.
Incited by Zhong Jinwei's butterfly, Wu Bing finally embarked on the path of drama creation and became a master of drama. Wen Yuren became the first master of popular songs.
Zhong Jinwei saw that they all understood what he meant, and he was secretly happy. If this drama is produced early, it will definitely have great development. When the Republic of China was trying to save the country, college students across the country acted in the form of dramas, which awakened a lot of numbness.
Chinese people. In this critical situation in the late Ming Dynasty, I hope it can also have effects for future generations!