Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 189
In the next two days, He Ping occasionally went to Li Zhun's office. Inspired by He Ping that day, Li Zhun planned to adjust the overall tone of the script.

At this time, He Ping's taste influenced by the bad idol dramas of the later generations played an important role. Sometimes the plot or the plot is considered bad by the audience because of watching too much. The second person who eats crabs will never will be appreciated.

"Your brain is so long, you can come up with all kinds of weird ideas." Li Zhun looked at He Ping with admiration. For a playwright or screenwriter, the writing style is not the most important thing, but the imagination. is.

He Ping's quick wit, who can come up with an idea at the blink of an eye, is perfect for a screenwriter.

"Don't praise me all the time when you are old. I don't know how much I am. I am just trusting, that is, there is a talented senior like you here to correct me. Otherwise, I would not dare to speak so casually. "

Li Zhun pointed at him and said with a smile, "You, you are slippery."

Apart from imagination, what Li Zhun admires most about He Ping is that he knows how to laugh at himself and is open-minded about fame and fortune.

Having worked in Shanghai Film Studio for most of his life, he has seen too many people who think highly of themselves and chase after fame and fortune, but none of them have a good ending.

There are thousands of people in the world, who can say that he is the first-class person, it is a kind of courage to climb the peak bravely, but it is also a kind of stubbornness in many cases.

After several days of contact, Li Zhun's appreciation for He Ping is beyond words. In particular, the most valuable point of He Ping is that his knowledge is not limited to this because of his literary work.

No matter what topic Li Zhun talked about with him, he could pick it up, and he often expressed refreshing views for Li Zhun.

Such a talented young man is really rare!Li Zhun developed a love for talent.

"He Ping, how about coming to our Shanghai Film Studio? You are very talented in literary creation, come to us and you can show your strengths."

He Ping was a little surprised, it seemed that he had chatted with the old man very well these two days.

"Come to Shanghai Film Studio? It's not necessary, I'm staying in the Northeast very well now."

"Northeast is of course good, but if you just stay there, it would be a waste of your talent."

"Look at what you've always said, that's why you value me so much. In fact, this little bit of ink is enough for me to fight in front of you for two days. After two more days, I'll have to give up myself."

Li Zhun could hear the polite refusal in He Ping's words, and he could only say regretfully: "Oh, whatever! Everyone has his own ambition, with your talent, even if you are not in the Shanghai Film Studio, you can still make a name for yourself. In a rut."

"But don't say that, thanks to your boss's attention. It's a pity that I don't have this ambition, or I don't take this matter as the most important thing to do."

Li Zhun was curious after hearing this, "Do you have more important matters?"

"Of course there is!"

"what's up?"

He Ping smiled, "The ancients said that if you are poor, you will be good for yourself, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. Compared with writing and writing, changing the lives of more people may mean more to me."

If Li Zhun's appreciation of He Ping was limited to his talent before, then after He Ping's words, what Li Zhun admired was him, a young man with lofty aspirations.

"Forgive me for being stupid, I didn't see that you still have such lofty ambitions." Li Zhun joked.

He Ping clasped his fists and said with a laugh: "Ashamed, ashamed, I'm with you. I don't tell ordinary people."

"Most people can't believe what you say."

"You are not an ordinary person."

Both young and old laughed.

Li Zhun was more and more appreciative of this young man who seemed to be talking nonsense, but actually had a deep gap in his chest.

He Ping hung out in Li Zhun's office all day, had lunch in the cafeteria of Shanghai Film Studio, and returned to the guest house to rest for a while when he was about to get off work in the afternoon.

The damp and cold in the room really made him unable to stay, and it was not good to get under the quilt. He put on his clothes and prepared to go out to warm his body.

At this time, the intercom at the bedside rang, and He Ping answered the phone: "Hello!"

"Someone is looking for you at the front desk."

someone looking for me?

He Ping was a little puzzled, who would come to see me since I was not familiar with the place in Shanghai.

When he went down to the first floor, he saw a fashionable and graceful figure standing there.

Zhang Yu greeted He Ping with a smile on his face, "Writer He."

"Are you looking for me?"

Zhang Yu nodded coquettishly, "Yeah!"

"what's up?"

"I want to treat you to a meal."

"Dinner? Why did you invite me to dinner?" He Ping was puzzled.

"You helped me so much the day before yesterday, and I didn't have time to thank you. I found out that you live here after asking Teacher Bi, so I came here specially to treat you to dinner today." Zhang Yu explained.

"It's just a little effort, there is no need to do this." He Ping declined.

"I want it. If it wasn't for you that day, I wouldn't even dare to think about what would have happened. Now that I think about it, I'm afraid, so this meal must be invited."

He Ping was a little surprised by Zhang Yu's enthusiasm. He hadn't seen such enthusiasm just after saving her that day. Why did he behave like this today?
"You must give me a chance to thank you, otherwise I will feel really sorry." Seeing that He Ping did not speak, Zhang Yu persuaded again.

He Ping couldn't resist such a sincere invitation from a girl.

"OK then."

Seeing that He Ping agreed, Zhang Yu immediately showed a bright smile on her face. She has a typical oval face, and her face in her 20s is full of collagen, rosy and plump, full of youthful atmosphere.

"Great, let's go now!"

"Now? Is it too early?" It was not four o'clock when He Ping went downstairs.

Zhang Yu was so happy that he forgot the time, "Then let's go out for a stroll first, and we'll go there later when it's time for dinner."

"it is good."

People made a request to go out for a stroll first, and if He Ping refused, he always felt that he was rushing for that meal, and it happened that he also wanted to go outside to warm up, so he agreed.

The two walked out of the Shanghai Film Studio, and He Ping stared back fiercely at Uncle Pan's ambiguous eyes in the guard room.

The atmosphere was a little silent, and He Ping subconsciously wanted to find something to talk about.

"What shall we eat?"

"I invite you to the red house."

"The red house?"

"Yes, Red House, we are the most famous French restaurant in Shanghai, and it has been open for decades."

He Ping has never heard of this. He is not interested in Western food. Later generations come to Shanghai to eat local dishes, work meals, or fast food.

Moreover, his impression of western food is mainly concentrated when he is in a relationship. In order to save face, he invites his girlfriend to a high-end western restaurant.

But the guests are up to you, today is Zhang Yu's treat, as a guest, it's not easy for him to pick and choose.

After talking about the meal, the two fell into silence again.

After walking for a while, Zhang Yu suggested, "Why don't we go to Jiaotong University for a stroll."

The Shanghai Film Studio is not far from the Xuhui campus of Jiaotong University. The two of them have already passed the position of the Inner Ring Viaduct after walking this distance, and it is only a few hundred meters away from Jiaotong University.

"Okay!"

He Ping is also very curious about the universities of this era, so I can go and have a look today.

(End of this chapter)