Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 102 Script
Standing on the top of the slope and looking down, the ancient town extends along both sides of the downhill stone steps to a green river below, where a small stone bridge crosses the creek by the river, and the houses are along the riverside. Another stone road stretches out.

"It's so beautiful!" Everyone exclaimed.

Only Zhang Xinyi said: "Too bad, I didn't ask where Ye Xin's house is."

Jiang Shuyi just remembered this incident: "Really, Xinxin never said that, she only talked about looking for her in the town. Zhou Zhi, did she tell you?"

"No."

Feng Xueshan glared at Zhou Zhi: "I see you do something!"

Zhou Zhi didn't take it seriously: "Her family is a big family, and the town is only this big, so you can find out if you just ask."

"You don't need to ask?" Yan Xiao suddenly became playful again: "How about we just stand here and call her together?"

"This is fun!" Zhou Zhi responded immediately: "Come on, come on, everyone, one, two, three!"

"Ye - Xin -"

A girl ran out of the newly built, golden-yellow wooden building next to the big willow tree by the stone bridge, jumping up the slope and waving.

Immediately after, an old man in a short-sleeved vest came out from nowhere, holding a loudspeaker in his hand, and shouted in Mandarin: "People above please be quiet, we are working, please keep quiet, thank you. "

Uh, bad.Everyone's first reaction was that this must be the crew, and this left a bad impression.

The old man disappeared again, and the people on the slope looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to take a step, as if going down past the place where the old man had just appeared was about to be beaten.

"Let's go, it doesn't matter. Anyway, every scene in the movie has to be watched many times." Zhou Zhi took the lead and walked towards Ye Xin who was already running up the slope.

"Ah, you're finally here!" Ye Xin happily hugged Jiang Shuyi and Zhang Xinyi as soon as she came to him.

Zhou Zhi also opened his arms, as if expecting Ye Xin to fall into his arms.

"Fucking elbow!" Ye Xin knocked off Zhou Zhi's arm, "Quickly introduce me."

"Let's introduce as we go. Besides, you basically know everyone, except Xueshan. Just treat her as my mother."

"I noticed that your elbows started to get skinny when you got off the car?" Feng Xueshan looked sideways at Zhou Zhi and sneered, "If you want to do this, then I'll have to call someone to offer you tea..."

"Don't, don't! Surrender!" Zhou Zhi hurriedly raised his hand: "This is my junior high school classmate, good friend, Miss Feng Xueshan, this is my high school classmate, the largest private enterprise in Fubao Town, Green Willow Villa, Guxi Hotel , Miss Ye Xin, the jewel in the palm of the chairman of Linjiang Teahouse."

"Break one into three, and they are all made up now!" Ye Xin gave Zhou Zhi another hand, and reached out to Feng Xueshan: "Hello, Xueshan, you are so white."

Feng Xueshan reached out to hold Ye Xin's hand, and took advantage of her arm: "You are also very good-looking. I heard from Elbow that there is a big star living in your house?"

"Yes, Sister Xu Qing is so beautiful! Even if they arrive late every day, they may not be able to see her."

Both of them were cheerful and quick-witted, so they went to one place and walked down the stone ladder arm in arm, with the rest following behind.

Jiang Shuyi followed closely beside Zhou Zhi, walking at the end of the line, as if she was not quite used to such a crowded occasion.

Zhang Xinyi also accompanied her. In fact, apart from Zhou Zhi, Jiang Shuyi, and now Ye Xin, she was not particularly familiar with the rest.

Walking past the place where the old man disappeared just now, Zhou Zhi found that there was no movie being shot inside, but a script.

The strange thing was that the people holding the script inside looked very depressed. The future big female star raised her head and said to the white-haired old man with short sleeves and a vest facing Zhou Zhi and the others: "Director, this book is too difficult to read."

Zhou Zhi said to Jiang Shuyi and the others in a low voice: "You go first, my godfather explained something to me, I guess it's the matter, let's solve it for them first."

They lied to Mrs. Zhao and Auntie Du by talking about researching novels. This novel deeply exposes the darkness of society and the distortion of human nature. It is not suitable for girls to read at all.

Jiang Shuyi was about to be obedient, but Zhang Xinyi held her back and refused to let her go, his eyes were full of excitement and curiosity.

I heard the old man say: "Xiao Xu, if this drama wants to be authentic, it must be in Shuchuan dialect. The original "Small Waves in Dead Water" is written based on dialect."

"Bringing you to this environment in advance is to let you experience the environment when the story happened first. I also deliberately let the scriptwriter retain the original features of the book."

"Although we still filmed in Mandarin in the end, you have to integrate the environment here, and show the special flavor in the original work."

"Sichuan cuisine! Isn't everyone enjoying Sichuan cuisine these days? We just want this special taste!"

"If Boss Ye serves sea cucumbers with scallions, dumplings, and pancakes rolled with scallions, is that still the taste of this small town? That would be out of place!"

"You have to let the audience realize that this is an extremely old-fashioned, closed, feudal, ignorant, depressive, and distorted scene, but it is about to be impacted by external forces, by another new-style, manic, ignorant, and depressed And twisted instead of... I said where are you looking? Did you listen to me..."

When he turned his head, the old man saw Zhou Zhi standing at the door: "Come on, young man, there's nothing to see, and remember not to yell like just now, we're talking about a show here..."

"Director Ling Zhifeng, right? Hello, I am an expert sent by Comrade Wu Lingjun from the county to assist you."

"Huh? An expert?" The old man was the director Ling Zhifeng, and he was stunned: "Are you a local? Why do you speak with a Tianjin accent? And how old are you? This old Wu..."

Zhou Zhi took out the writer's association membership card: "This is my ID. My godfather said that you need someone who can understand the work, is proficient in dialects, and can help the actors deeply understand the story environment, so he found me."

Ling Zhifeng took the certificate, opened it and took a look: "Are you really a writer? Are you from Sichuan?"

"It's different from you, the director. You are from Sichuan, but your parents have already left Jiachuan."

Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "I'm a native of Jiachuan. My name is Zhou Zhi. I'm a freshman in Jiachuan County Middle School...ah no, I'm going to be a sophomore soon."

"Member of the Provincial Writers' Association for sophomore students?" Ling Zhifeng was a little disbelieving: "What works have you published? What journals have you been in?"

"Because of my heavy academic work, I have only been writing for one semester. I have two essays and one short story. I have been published in two issues of "Bashu Magazine" and one issue of "People's Literature."

"So awesome?!" Someone already spoke in the room. It was a man in his late thirties. This man later became a big star, a professional hardcore character named You Yong: "I am also reading "People's Literature". Tell me the name of your work, and I'll see if I remember it."

""Wangcong Temple Travel Notes"."

"You wrote "Wang Cong Temple Travel Notes"? I thought it must be at least 60 years old to have that accumulation!" You Yong was shocked: "You really wrote it? You are too young! It is said that Bashu was born. Geek, today is an eye-opener!"

After finishing speaking, he continued: "Director! If he is the author of "Wang Cong Temple Travel Notes", then Bureau Wu has found the right person for us!"

Ling Zhifeng exchanged the membership card to Zhou Zhi: "Who are the two behind?"

"Oh, that's my classmate. I think the problems you encountered are actually not that difficult. They should be solved in a day, so... we are actually here to travel."

"Ah, isn't it here to help us solve the problem?"

Ling Zhifeng was a little speechless for Zhou Zhi's understatement. Is this little brother reliable: "Then... let's try it first, come in."

"Then my two classmates?"

"Everyone come in, come in, Xiao Xu gives that stool to the students."

Xu Qing is still a fledgling actor. There are no stars in this era, only actors. He is just 22 years old this year and has only made one movie, but he started very high.

Xu Qing brought a stool over and said with a smile, "Little writer, please sit down. I really can't tell."

"Just now I saw that you were talking about the script. I heard that Director Ling meant to let Sister Qing and Uncle Yong understand the artistic conception of the story deeply, right?"

Zhou Zhi sat in the middle of the bench, Zhang Xinyi and Jiang Shuyi carefully sat on either side of him, the three squeezed together on a long bench.

"Do you still know that we are confronting each other?" Ling Zhifeng never thought about serving tea to the three of them: "Brother Yong, they belong to the same generation in the show, and... such a relationship, call Brother Yong Sister is more suitable."

You Yong just told Zhou Zhi that his uncle was very depressed: "Yes, it's Brother Yong. This is called entering the play early and getting familiar with the characters. The two female students are very temperamental. Do you have any plans to enter the film school in the future?"

Where did Zhang Xinyi and Jiang Shuyi experience such a direct conversation, they immediately felt shy and embarrassed.

But You Yong really didn't mean to tease the little girl, he really felt that the two had a good background.

Zhou Zhi coughed lightly: "Uh, Brother Yong, after you finished that sentence just now, and then slightly tilted your mouth a few times, it's almost done."

You Yong laughed loudly: "You have read the original! How old were you when you read that book?! Your parents agree?!"

The character of You Yong is the first male protagonist in the book, Luo Sheng, who has a nickname named Luo Waizui.Luo Waizui is actually not crooked, but he has this habit after teasing girls, so he got his nickname.

"They don't care about me." Zhou Zhi smiled, thinking that my father would let me read it openly when Xiaoxiao gave birth to me, and that "Slight Waves of Dead Water" is just where it is.

Xu Qing is young, and she is also quite interested in the little writers who are much younger than her, and she also has a mentality of comparison: "Zhou...Xiaozhi, look at this paragraph, how do you understand this 'writing'?"

Zhou Zhi looked at the paragraph Xu Qing pointed to, and found that this book was different from the general ones. Although it was already in the form of a script, it was all passages cut from the original version.

It should be said that the production of this film was quite serious at the time, and it should be called an ethical film if it is accurately positioned. Because of this, the film was banned in the mainland after it was shot, and it was released in Hong Kong.

Even so, this film was quite influential, and it also defended and consolidated Ling Zhifeng's reputation as the top director in China at that time.

This was also the last film he directed. Three years later, in commemoration of the [-]th anniversary of the birth of world cinema and the [-]th anniversary of Chinese cinema, he won the Best Director Award at the China Film Century Awards.

And this year, he is 74 years old.

Just from this "original book", we can see the director's attitude towards the movie.

(End of this chapter)