1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 184

Writing sketches is not difficult for Lin Weimin, especially when he has so much material for future generations in his mind.

But uncles and nephews can't help with everything. If you want to use your old uncle as a sacrifice to pick up girls, it's really a bit of a filial piety.

Resolutely rejecting Han Zhuangzhuang's request, ignoring his sad eyes, Lin Weimin disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Even on the second day, this kid still looked at Lin Weimin with a resentful face, like a piao, who would appear from time to time.

"Wherever it's cool, go and stay. If you have the guts, go after them. If you don't, just stay with me."

After being scolded by Lin Weimin, Han Zhuangzhuang entered the kitchen with an aggrieved face.

After more than half an hour, dinner was ready.

Lin Weimin glanced at his eldest nephew, then at the food on the table, whether he should try the poison with silver needles.

Forget it, after all, he is a nephew.

After dinner, Lin Weimin was going to have a heart-to-heart talk with Han Zhuangzhuang.

"When chasing women, you have to be bold and careful. Have you read "Water Margin"?"

"have not seen."

Lin Weimin's tone faltered, "It doesn't matter if you haven't seen it, the old uncle has. You know that Ximen Qing hooked up with Pan Jinlian? What did you rely on?"

Han Zhuangzhuang shook his head, "I don't know."

"The so-called Pan Lv Deng Xiaoxian, do you know what it means?"

"do not know."

"The so-called Pan means that he looks better than Pan An; the donkey refers to the lower body of a man; this Deng refers to a man named Deng Tong in ancient times, who was as rich as a country; to be young is to be able to bear one's temper, and to be able to bear the smallness of a woman." Temperament; leisure is to have leisure time.

Of these five things, as long as you can have one of them, you are outstanding, and it is not a problem to marry a wife.

If you can have two or three things, it is not difficult to marry a fairy daughter. "

Lin Weimin's nagging is like the Wang Po who trained Ximen officials in Water Margin.

Han Zhuangzhuang was ignorant and a little shy, but he still asked boldly: "Old uncle, what if you have all five things?"

"You have a big heart, your old uncle and I don't dare to expect it." Lin Weimin looked at his eldest nephew and said, "If you really take it all, your life is over, and all your efforts will be wasted on women!"

"Ah!" Han Zhuangzhuang was taken aback. He didn't expect that the more you took, the worse it would be. "Then how much did you take, old man?"

Lin Weimin said proudly, "Your uncle and I have three things."

"Which three?"

"You're still young, so I won't understand even if I tell you."

Han Zhuangzhuang felt that he was being discriminated against, and asked, "Then why didn't you marry a fairy daughter?"

Feeling the threat of the death ray, Han Zhuangzhuang shrank his head, "Uncle, I understand."

After speaking, Sa Yazi ran away.

damn thing!
The old uncle gives you advice on life, and you stab the old uncle's heart with a knife!

Yanjing's midsummer is very difficult. It's almost noon, and the temperature in the office is already unbearable, even with the windows open.

Just after lunch, Lin Weimin tore open a letter from a reader while chatting with his colleagues.

While reading the letter, someone knocked on the office door, and a rough-looking young man stood at the door.

"Which one are you looking for?"

"Hello, teachers, I'm looking for Teacher Lin Weimin." The young man opened his voice, and his voice was a bit rougher than his appearance.

"For the people, I'm looking for you."

Lin Weimin, who was looking down at the letter, raised his head and saw a smiling face, obviously not very good looking, but the more he looked at it, the more masculine he looked.

The young man approached Lin Weimin with a smile on his face, "You are Teacher Lin Weimin? Oh, it's better to be famous than to meet each other. Not only are you good at writing, but you are also so handsome."

Lin Weimin pulled his hand out, knowing this person's character, and didn't take his words to heart, "Who are you? What do you need from me?"

He was asking the question knowingly, just now he recognized the young man in front of him when he raised his head.

"Mr. Lin, let me introduce myself. My name is Jiang Wen, and I'm a student of the Central Academy of Drama. I'm here this time to talk to you about the role of Cheng Dieyi in Farewell My Concubine."

Jiang Wen was born with an unscrupulous manner, and he spoke as if he was here to discuss business with Lin Weimin.

Even the colleagues in the office were amused by him.

Lin Weimin also laughed, "Oh, so, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Jiang Wen pulled a chair and sat down familiarly, and said straight to the point: "I don't think the casting of "Farewell My Concubine" is good."

"Why can't you do it?" Lin Weimin asked following his words.

Jiang Wen was overjoyed to see that Lin Weimin didn't question his words, but instead asked them carefully.

Cheng Dieyi's role, I want to decide!

"I have seen the performances of "Farewell My Concubine" in the Capital Theater and the Youth Palace. Yang Lixin in the Capital Theater performed pretty well, but Cheng Dieyi in Group B was not selected.

First of all, the image is not good enough..."

Lin Weimin looked at Jiang Wen's chattering mouth, and automatically filtered his ozone layer. Finally, after he finished his long speech, he asked like a comic actor in a cross talk, "Then what do you think?"

The expression on Jiang Wen's face was determined and sincere, "This role needs to be changed, or the play will be ruined."

Lin Weimin looked pious, like an emperor's uncle asking Kong Ming three times in the thatched cottage, "Then what kind of actor should I find?"

Jiang Wen was ecstatic in his heart, and finally saw it, slapped his chest, and said, "I am like this."

"Oh? Do you think you are suitable to play Cheng Dieyi?"

"of course."

"Why?" Lin Weimin asked.

"My acting skills are good, and I also like to watch Peking Opera."

Lin Weimin continued to ask: "Then you sing to me Duan Guifei Drunken."

Unexpectedly, Jiang Wen paused for a moment, and quickly changed the topic, "Not only do I love watching Peking Opera, I also know the novels of "Farewell My Concubine" by heart. If you don't believe me, I will recite a paragraph for you..."

Lin Weimin interrupted Jiang Wen's performance with a wave of his hand, and said with a smile on his face, "Okay, I understand what you mean."

Jiang Wen said urgently: "Mr. Lin, how about I play a part for you, just the scene where Cheng Dieyi killed himself?"

"Hehe!" Lin Weimin patted him on the shoulder, "Sit down and chat!"

Jiang Wen wasn't stupid either. Looking at Lin Weimin's state, he knew that he probably had nothing to do today, so he sat down with a bit of dejection.

"You look like you really like "Farewell My Concubine"?"

Jiang Wen nodded, "This show is so good, who doesn't like it?"

"So you want to play Cheng Dieyi?" Lin Weimin asked with a teasing smile.

For the first time, a shy expression appeared on Jiang Wen's face, "Mr. Lin, I think my image fits well..."

His words were not uttered in the end, and they were all seen through by others. It would be a bit disrespectful to say that again.

"Your image is more suitable for Duan Xiaolou." Lin Weimin said.

Jiang Wen felt a little comforted in his heart. He really liked "Farewell My Concubine". He couldn't play Cheng Dieyi, but Duan Xiaolou would do!
Unfortunately, before he was happy, Lin Weimin said again: "It's a pity, you are still a student."

Jiang Wen's face collapsed immediately, and he said hastily, "Mr. Lin, don't think I'm young, but I'm in a hurry..."

Lin Weimin waved his hand, "I don't mean that. The problem is that you are a student now, and you are not an actor in Renyi. Even if people want to use you, they can't use you!"

When Lin Weimin said this, his tone was full of regret, and Jiang Wen fully felt the importance Mr. Lin attached to him.

"Ms. Lin, you are a screenwriter, so can't you help me find a solution?" Jiang Wen begged.

"As you said, I'm a screenwriter. If Renyi chooses its own actors, I can intervene, but in a situation like yours, there's nothing I can do to help!"

Jiang Wen's face was full of disappointment when he heard this.

At this moment, Lin Weimin said: "How about this. Seeing that you like "Farewell My Concubine" so much, I will get you a copy of the script of "Farewell My Concubine". You can go back and rehearse with your classmates to satisfy your hunger."

Jiang Wen sighed, realizing that his purpose of coming here today was a failure, and he could only accept the reality.

"Then thank you Teacher Lin."

This era is not as advanced in information as in the later generations, where everything can be found on the Internet.

It is not easy for Jiang Wen and his students to obtain Renyi's "Farewell My Concubine" script.

Jiang Wen thought that he got the script from Lin Weimin, the author and screenwriter of the original work, so it must be his hand-picked choice, right?

Just relying on the words "Farewell My Concubine", he didn't believe that the students were not tempted, and it was not easy for him to pull up a drama crew.

With this kind of righteousness, why can't he do whatever he wants?

Jiang Wen decided that he should be the director of this play, and Cheng Dieyi must also be him.

The script is all Lao Tzu's hard work, so it's not too much to have two jobs, right?

"Don't be discouraged. You are still in school, and you will definitely have a lot of opportunities after graduation." When sending Jiang Wen out, Lin Weimin was still comforting him.

Teacher Lin really has the demeanor of an elder, and Jiang Wen feels like a spring breeze in his heart.

"Mr. Lin, thank you."

"Don't say polite words, study hard, if you really want to act in "Farewell My Concubine", then strive to be admitted to Renyi after graduation."

Jiang Wen was inspired by Lin Weimin's encouragement. Holding the script in his hand, he silently set a goal for himself.

After graduation, you must take the Humanities and Arts test.

At this point in 82, the Central Academy of Drama was located at No. 39 East Cotton Alley, Yanjing DC District.

The gate of the school is antique, with the name of the school written by a great man on it.

When Jiang Wen entered the school and returned to the dormitory, several boys surrounded him in a swarm.

This guy bragged when he went out in the morning, saying that he was going to ask Lin Weimin for a Cheng Dieyi to perform. Although the students didn't believe it, everyone was still full of curiosity.

"Jiang Wen, how are you doing? Have you seen Teacher Lin?" Liu Xiaoning asked.

"Isn't this nonsense, I haven't seen Mr. Lin, why did I delay for so long?" Jiang Wen drank a glass of cold water and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Really? What does Mr. Lin look like?" Liu Xiaoning asked.

But was pushed away by Liu Bin, "Can't you ask something serious? Jiang Wen, did Teacher Lin agree to give you a role?"

Jiang Wen put the enamel jar on the table with a bang, "That's a must!"

The students looked surprised, "Really?"

"Why did I lie to you about this? Let me tell you, you all have to thank me!" Jiang Wen had a somewhat smug look on his face.

"Why?" the students asked in unison.

"You guys don't know, Mr. Lin and I hit it off right away today, and we had a great chat. As soon as he heard that I wanted to play Cheng Dieyi, he immediately said that he would take down Cheng Dieyi from the Youth Palace and let me play it. .

But think about it, am I the one who smashed people's jobs?

I said this is not good, the teacher's performance is not bad.

Alas, Teacher Lin also cherishes talents, so we both discussed it in the end.

Let's do this, he authorized me the script of "Farewell My Concubine", let me organize and produce dramas, and let us compete with Renyi! "

What Jiang Wen said was impassioned, and the students were suspicious when they heard it.

This guy is used to bragging, and he can hear only three or two out of ten sentences.

Jiang Wen saw everyone's expressions, and knew what they were thinking, so he didn't talk nonsense, and took out a booklet from his pocket.

It fell on the table with a "slap", and said loudly: "This, can you rehearse?"

All the students gathered together to see that it was the script of "Farewell My Concubine".

They looked at Jiang Wen in shock, "Jiang Wen, have you really been authorized by Teacher Lin?"

Regardless of whether it is the present or later generations, there is no obstacle for students to use any literati's script when they want to rehearse a play, but with the authorization of the original author, this title sounds different.

"Of course. Not only that, Mr. Lin also said that you will be the director of this play, Xiao Jiang, and Cheng Dieyi will be you!"

The eyes of the students became suspicious again, this tone is not like what Mr. Lin said, you kid is passing the imperial decree, right?
Believe it or not, Jiang Wen did.

This Cheng Dieyi, I, Jiang Wen, will play it!

Everyone is skeptical, but it must be a good thing for everyone to get Mr. Lin's approval to rehearse "Farewell My Concubine".

Although these students are busy with classes, exercises, and homework assignments, no one can resist the temptation of "Farewell My Concubine".

Jiang Wen has worked hard this time, so let him be the director and lead actor.

(End of this chapter)