Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 202 Goodbye, Shanghai!
Looking at the spring scenery outside, He Ping suddenly had this thought in his mind.

To write something, this is the first time he wants to take the initiative to try to create.The night of horror has passed, but it has become an indelible shadow in He Ping's memory.

He Ping needs to use a deeper brand to erase it. He wants to write a book in which the protagonist is tortured to death and suffers all the sufferings in the world, but he does not die.

The protagonist's experience must be as cruel as it is, just like Fugui.

By the way, just write like Fugui.

He read the novel "To Live" when he was in his junior year, and he still has a deep impression on him. It is so healing without him, and he has never seen such a miserable protagonist.

So much so that he has been depressed for more than half a month after reading this novel.Such works are very suitable for him to vent his emotions.

Now his mobile phone is not with him, and even if he is, it is useless. He hasn't watched "To Live" for many years, and he hasn't downloaded it at all.

Just write it yourself, regardless of whether he blasphemes famous works, I will write it first and then talk about it.

Thinking of the fact that if this novel can be published, it will be read by thousands of readers, and think of the healed expressions on their faces when they hold the book.

He Ping is intoxicated, what a night terror, go fuck it!

That's cool enough.

As soon as he thought of it, he went to the front desk to borrow a pen and paper from someone, then ran back upstairs, got under the covers and wrote nonsense.

After half an hour, I reread what I wrote from the beginning, "What is this writing?"

"It's stabbed!" The letter was torn to pieces, and He Ping continued to write.

Most of the day passed by, and in the room where He Ping lived, the floor and bed were piled up with waste manuscripts that he had torn up.

"It's so difficult! Writing a novel is so difficult!" He Ping brushed his hair, with a listless expression on his face, with nothing to love.

At this time, the door of the room was knocked, and He Ping went to open the door.

It's Teacher Li Zhun.

"I said, what the hell are you kidding, this room looks like it's been attacked by bandits." Teacher Li Zhun said, looking at the letter papers all over the floor.

"Isn't this inspiration? I want to write something." He Ping scratched his nose and explained.

Li Zhun sneered: "You are full of ghost ideas, and sometimes you get into trouble!"

"Inspiration is intermittent and a bit stuck. How did you come here today?"

Li Zhun handed He Ping a notebook, "The script is finished, I'll bring it here for you to read, and let's see how you are doing. You drank so much yesterday."

"I'm fine. You changed it so quickly?" He Ping was a little surprised by Li Zhun's writing speed. No wonder Zhang Yu said that Teacher Li Zhun wrote the notebook quickly.

"If it's inconvenient for you, it doesn't matter if you watch it later." Li Zhun looked around the room again, thinking that He Ping might be in a critical stage of creation, so he said to him.

"It's okay, I can write anytime now."

So, He Ping held Li Zhunxin's revised script and read it. The seemingly thick script was actually read very quickly.

This version of the script was re-edited by Mr. Li Zhun according to He Ping's ideas. The text is concise and simple. Only through monologues and dialogues, He Ping felt a movie-like picture.

"That's the feeling, Mr. Li, your writing is amazing. I wish I could have your writing skills, and I won't scratch my head over writing." He Ping said with a little envy.

Li Zhun chuckled, "There's nothing to be envious of. It's just years of hard work. When the time comes, it will come naturally. What's really valuable is what's in your head. Imagination and creativity are the most valuable."

Li Zhun has been immersed in writing for decades, and he dare not say that his works are worth his life. At least he is a veteran in the literary world. He understands how important inspiration is to a writer.

Those amazingly talented stories do not rely on skilled and fluent writing, but on the author's unrestrained imagination and creativity.

Writing can be practiced, but things like imagination and creativity are hard to come by.

"This is just a temporary setback for you. Maybe one day you will write a few more words, and you will become clearer naturally." Li Zhun comforted He Ping.

"It's okay. It's best if you can write it. It doesn't matter if you can't. Anyway, you don't rely on it for a living."

"It's up to you, do you have any comments on this book?"

He Ping thought for a while, he saw the name on the cover, and said: "It's better to change the name, the name "Spirit and Flesh" is too obscure, after all, the film is a mass communication art, and this kind of name is difficult to attract the attention of the audience. interest."

Li Zhun said: "I also have this idea, and I plan to discuss this matter with Director Xie later. Do you have any good ideas?"

"How about calling it The Wrangler?"

"The Wrangler? The Wrangler?" Li Zhun said the name twice, and said with a smile, "That's a good name."

Of course not bad, that was originally the title of the movie.

"That's how the script is decided. Next, Director Bi will take you to the capital to meet Director Xie. The male lead of our film has been confirmed, but the female lead has not yet been decided. Director Xie plans to choose in Beijing Film or Beijing Opera A newcomer is coming to play the heroine, you go there to help Director Xie's staff."

He Ping asked curiously, "The male lead has already been decided? What's his name?"

He was a little worried that the film "Wrangler" would deviate from the original track because of his own reasons.

"It's Zhu Shimao, an actor from Bayi Factory, recommended by Director Bi to Director Xie."

Fortunately, it's still the original recipe and the original taste.

That's it for the script.

The next day, Bi Likui took He Ping to the train station.

Teacher Li Zhun and Zhang Yu came to see him off.

"Ms. Li, I have benefited a lot from talking with you about the process of script creation these days. If I have time to visit us in Northeast China, I will treat you well."

"Haha, I can't walk with my old bones. Thank you for your kindness. You should come and see me in the future."

Li Zhun still said with a hearty smile.

"Okay, it's settled, next time I come to Shanghai, I'll kill you hard again." He Ping joked.

"Slaughter casually, kill as much as you want, and open the slaughter." Teacher Li Zhun borrowed the words of Director Xu and said boldly.

"It's a word."

After talking with Li Zhun, He Ping said to Zhang Yu again: "Big star, this time we two have a life-long friendship. You can't be so disgusted when you see me in the future. This time when you go home, you can be regarded as having the capital to brag to others. Well, let me say that I met a big star named Zhang Yu in Shanghai, the one who played "Love on Lushan Mountain", and everyone will definitely look at me with admiration."

Zhang Yu was a little sad at first, but when He Ping teased him, he was a little shy and apologized, "I'm sorry..."

"Just kidding, don't take it seriously. You should pay more attention to safety when you go out in the future." He Ping urged.

Zhang Yu was reminded by He Ping's words of the two times when he was in distress. He Ping rescued him both times, and his eyes turned red, "Thank you, Mr. He..."

"Okay, okay, stop talking, let's go."

Zhang Yu has a lot of small problems. Although she used to look at He Ping with bright eyes, He Ping never felt anything.

But after a night of horror a few days ago, He Ping also felt a lot closer to Zhang Yu.

Sharing weal and woe is also a kind of fate!

"gone!"

The train moved slowly, and He Ping waved to the two people on the platform.

Goodbye, Shanghai!
(End of this chapter)