"The outline of the entire story line is there, but the beginning is not easy. It took three days to write and several beginnings were scrapped."
The old man pondered for a long time, and then he snorted, with a rather unkind tone, and a slight sneer, "I haven't come to see your wife for more than half a month, and I asked your wife to talk about it several times. Now that I'm in trouble, I think of your wife, teacher?"
"
Xia Yu didn't know what Zhuang Henai meant, so he quickly apologized and poured tea for the old man:
"Teacher, what you said makes me so ashamed. I am not tinkering with the script, being anxious and angry. I am too indulging. It's Yu Bao's fault. Yu Bao is wrong. I shouldn't be too indulging and not come to see my wife.
, I’ll chat with my wife, and I’ll go back and make changes. There’s nothing special. I’ll definitely come back often to have dinner with my wife and chat!”
Xia Yu didn't dare to say it.
"Come back and chat with you".
If you really want to say it.
Her teacher should be really anxious.
"Little old man, you are so arrogant~"
She and Tao Zhang often murmured.
Seeing that she had a good attitude in admitting her mistake, Zhuang He didn't hold on to her and said, "Tell me briefly what kind of story you plan to write..."
Seeing that Mr. Zhuang was relieved, Xia Yu took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, "A story about a kidnapped mother and son. The son died of asthma while being imprisoned. After the mother was begged out, she turned into a black man and took revenge..."
This lecture lasted only half an hour. Zhuang He frowned at the beginning, then slowly relaxed his brows and became interested. Later, when he looked at Xia Yu, his eyes flashed with surprise from time to time - he really didn't expect that Xia Yu's story.
Quite interesting!
After Xia Yu finished speaking, he nodded in approval, "Did you think about it?"
Xia Yu said with half truth and half lies.
"When I was dreaming, I dreamed of another part. When I woke up, I was shocked. I thought I would forget about it when I turned around. Unexpectedly, I dreamed it several times. Compared with the second half of the story, the first half of the story that I didn't dream about was...
I half-guessed, half-thought, and thought it was interesting, so I wrote it down.”
Zhuang He commented: "The story is not bad, but some plots, tension, plot, and core conflicts are not enough. If you really want to write a script and move it to the big screen - in addition to these problems, the lines must also be refined and detailed.
"Double."
Xia Yu nodded in affirmation.
"What the teacher means is that I go to the film school to find a screenwriting class (drama, film and television literature major) and sit in for a while?"
In fact, Zhuang He didn't say it, Xia Yu had plans to further his studies before, but he never thought about the time.
This time, it woke her up.
Zhuang He drank a cup of tea, picked up the boiling teapot, and while making tea, he affirmed:
"It's not that you have to go. There are training courses in other places. Or you can hire a screenwriter yourself. Explain clearly what you want and the core of the expression, and let the screenwriter do it for you. But if you want to write a story that belongs to
Your own movie story—it’s better to learn it for real!”
"Study for a while and master some knowledge - when you feel that it is almost done, you can discuss it with me, a 'little old man'..." When he said this, he glanced at Xia Yu, who looked so arrogant.
‘You think I don’t know that you and that brat of your senior brother are setting me up behind my back!?’
Xia Yu shook his head and refused to admit it. That's not asking for trouble. "I didn't. It's not me. It's all my senior brother's idea!"
Tao Zhang, who was still busy working in Yueweitang, suddenly sneezed loudly and blew his nose, not knowing why.
The old man snorted and talked to himself while drinking tea.
"No matter how bad it is, this studio also has several giant Buddhas, and Lao Zhao (Zhao Jinhong) and several veteran screenwriters, who have a good sense of you. You can also ask them to help you take a look at it when the time comes!"
Xia Yu nodded, "Sure!"
Finally, we talked about the script.
We talked about next year’s [First China International Film Festival].
"I know you have been teasing about the script during this period, and I have also paid attention to it for you. If there is a good script, the teacher will definitely miss you - but don't be too persistent!"
"This year, it's not just you, Yan Jingdan and other girls' movies have been in preparation for two years as early as two years ago. Xu Wei and Ji Yuchang are also eyeing them. You are still young and have only made a comeback two years ago.
Three years, there is no need to argue about the length of this period!"
"The teacher naturally hopes that you can win more awards, but he also hopes that you can be down-to-earth and walk steadily - don't be arrogant, don't be arrogant, don't be greedy for speed... Awards will only come sooner or later!"
"You said you didn't care anymore. You gave up on the surface, but in your heart, you were still serious!"
"There is no accumulation. Just for the sake of awards, you turn around and ignore the role. With your current mentality, even if the script of "The Wind" is thrown to you, you may not be able to perform the essence!"
"Awards are important, but the process of precipitation is also a precious spiritual wealth in our lives!"
Xia Yu listened to these words.
Somewhat stunned.
Yes, these days, she is studying hard. Why? Is it really just for the honor of the fourth achievement [gathering the best actresses from the five major international film festivals]?
To be honest, as the first edition, it is really a battle between hundreds of rivals. As an international film festival, not only outstanding films from the mainland, Hong Kong, and Bay Area, but also Asia and even the world will participate as long as they meet the standards.
If you want to achieve success, the safest way is of course to preserve your strength and let go of this session.
There's really no need to be tough.
After all, there are already "Jinling Festival" and "Cure" as the foundation.
It's hard to say "Jinling Festival", but "Cure" has contributed Xia Yu's most attentive and exquisite acting skills so far.
This script has been refined by Zhao Jinhong. Basically, even if it is placed at the forefront of this year's participating films, it will not be worse than "The Wind", but the subject matter is different - then why is she?
She honestly didn't realize it before, but when Mr. Zhuang gave her a heads-up -
Xia Yu was silent, 'Yes, but she was being serious. She really thought that she could win "The Sound of the Wind". She really liked it so much, but in the end, she failed -...just missed it!'
She knew that what the old man said was not entirely correct.
After all, she wasn't really serious, but the old man's other words really shocked her.
【She seems to have fallen into a misunderstanding now.】
[Previously, whether it was "Painting the Ground as a Prison", "Jinling Festival" or "Cure", he was actually enjoying the process of acting, but recently, she has really become a bit obsessed, as the old man said - acting for the sake of awards! 】
[Yes, the award is the final result she wants to pursue, but she cannot ignore the wonderful process along the way. She feels that relying on the system, she can win all the way. This process of precipitation may be her 'serious experience' of this
What the world needs!]
After thinking about this, Xia Yu felt as if a shackle had been removed from his whole body.
Her whole demeanor had undergone some changes. Others couldn't see it, but the old man nodded slightly.
Xia Yu smiled.
"Yes, the process of precipitation is also our precious spiritual wealth in this life!"
She already respected Mr. Zhuang very much, but at this moment, she respected him even more.
She poured a cup of tea for each of them. She raised her own cup with both hands and said respectfully to Mr. Zhuang, "Thank you, teacher!"
Mr. Zhuang chuckled arrogantly.
Pick up the tea cup.
He touched the tea cup in Xia Yu's hand playfully.
