1980 My Literary Era.

Chapter 382
"Yimou? You haven't left yet?"

Zhang Yimou smiled wrinkled his face, "No. Teacher Lin, I have chatted with Mo Yan in the past two days, and I have a lot of ideas. I want to ask you to help me as a staff officer."

The script Mo Yan wrote to Zhang Yimou was just a literary script, and Zhang Yimou had to do a lot of homework to become a director.

Lin Weimin brought the two of them to the office, poured them a cup of tea, and then listened to Zhang Yimou talking about his various fantasies about the movie.

"In the script, the part where Yu Zhan'ao separated the dense sorghum clumps is so emotional. The sorghum clumps are shaking, there are rustling sounds in all directions, and the beam of light that falls straight down shines on 'my grandma'. This shot must be a subjective shot. ...

I have seen a director of Nihong shoot reeds before, the optical fiber is dim, and the wind blows the reeds, like a woman's waist, soft and swaying, the extreme green is simply beautiful!

Our movie is about red sorghum, red all over the mountains and plains, I must make that kind of effect..."

Zhang Yimou is thin, his eyes shine when he talks about how to make a movie, and he gets carried away when he talks about excitement, and his eyebrows are beaming.

Lin Weimin sighed in his heart, probably only this kind of love can succeed!
Zhang Yimou talked a lot about the composition and light and shadow processing of film shots. Lin Weimin can almost think of the scenes of "Red Sorghum" he has seen. Obviously, his ideas have been carefully thought out and worthy of scrutiny.

"Yimou, your poetic expression of film is very good, but there is one problem you have to consider.

As you described, for example, in the scene after the death of Luohan, the mud-bombing cavalry should pull the stone mill to grind all the sorghum all over the mountains into green mud, and then the heavy rain will pour, and when the sun comes out, those who have been crushed will be ruined. The sorghum is red.

Such a scene would cost a lot of money.

There are also war scenes. All war scenes are burning funds. "

Lin Weimin's reminder made Zhang Yimou calm down from his fanatical imagination about movies, and he said with some regret: "Mr. Lin, what you said is that I diverged a bit too much."

Lin Weimin said: "No, no, it's good that you have these ideas. Creation is to have these unconstrained imaginations, which proves that you are talented in filming. But in the actual shooting process, you must know restraint. Knowing too much is too late. The truth is that film is an art of assembly, not only the beauty of a shot, the vividness of a performance, but also the harmony of the whole, which also includes the control of funds.”

In later generations, there are many directors who don't know restraint, the most representative one is Kai Zi, take "The Legend of the Demon Cat" as an example.

Isn't the lens beautiful when it comes out alone?beautiful!Concubine Yang's appearance made Zhang Rongrong, who had nothing to do with glamorousness, suddenly look alluring.

Is the performance wonderful or not?Wonderful!Xin Baiqing's movement of Li Bai rubbing the turtle's back caused countless audiences to call Li Bai alive.

But what about movies?It can't be said to be bad, but it is not directly proportional to Kaizi's reputation.

Zhang Yimou nodded receptively, "You are right in reminding me, being too selfish is a big taboo for a director."

After chatting for a long time, Zhang Yimou was satisfied with his ideas.

The next thing he has to do is to go back to Guangxi Film Studio and how to convince the factory leaders.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yimou also left Yanjing.

"The Ming Dynasty 1566: Jiajing and Hai Rui" has undergone two months of rough editing, and the revision of the script has been basically completed.

That night, on the stage of the Human Art Rehearsal Ground, the first co-performance according to the revised script went smoothly.

After the rehearsal, Lin Zhaohua held Lin Weimin's hand.

"Mr. Lin, thanks to your help this time!"

"What are you doing so politely? It's our own people." Lin Weimin laughed.

"Yes, yes, my own!" Lin Zhaohua also laughed.

He turned to Mu Sen again and said, "Xiao Mu, you should thank Mr. Lin for your help in this scene!"

Mu Sen bowed to Lin Weimin, "Thank you, Teacher Lin!"

Lin Weimin helped him up, "No need, no need, thank you many times."

Lin Zhaohua said: "Hey, it's necessary. This time, you are purely helping out as a voluntary help."

Volunteer to help?

Mu Sen didn't understand what Lin Zhaohua meant by saying this, and his face was a bit dazed.

Lin Zhaohua did not explain too much, and instead chatted with Lin Weimin about the future arrangements.

"The Great Ming Dynasty 1566: Jiajing and Hai Rui" is still a few months away from the actual performance. After finishing the revision of the script of this drama, Lin Weimin has a little less work at hand. Looking back, he only needs to arrange his work well to spare time I went to the United States.

"I may not be able to see this play in public. Tomorrow, I invite everyone to have a meal together, as a congratulation in advance for the successful public performance of our play!" Lin Weimin invited.

The drama "Ming Dynasty 1566: Jiajing and Hai Rui" is a bit special in terms of talent and art. The number of actors is very small, only two, or three to be precise, and there is an eunuch who only speaks but does not draw.

With few actors, it seems that there are many behind-the-scenes staff. More than 20 people together appeared in Taifeng Building in the evening of the second day.

Lin Weimin invited guests, needless to say the food standard, three tables were full of cast and crew, and each table was full of dishes.

During the meal, Mu Sen was a little cautious and sat at the table with the most young people.

The people sitting at this table are all young people, each of them is full of vigor and vigor, and today's dishes are so rich, it may not be possible to eat one or two meals a year. Must not say.

Until the dishes on the table were almost eaten, the group picked up the wine bottles again.

The young man sitting next to Mu Sen is an actor named Feng Yuanzheng who just entered the training class for actors and actresses last year. His voice has a shrill sound. When Mr. Lin was selecting actors before, he caught his voice with one ear. .

He was given the role of the eunuch who only speaks but does not draw in "Jiajing and Hai Rui", and he is regarded as a group of new actors who encourage talent.

Even if he didn't even show his face, even though there were only three lines throughout the play, Feng Yuanzheng still felt extremely excited.

This is Teacher Lin's play!

Compared with those colleagues who entered Renyi at the same time, he is undoubtedly much luckier!

When he first entered the actor training class last year, what he listened to the most was Mr. Lin’s writing of a short script for Liang Guanhua and Song Dandan in the 81st grade. The short "Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren" became known to TV audiences across the country overnight. Liang Guanhua and Song Dandan also made them outstanding among the young actors in the courtyard.

The teachers in the actor training class all said that Mr. Lin has a pair of "gold touch masters". As long as you act in his play, there is no actor who is not popular!
Li Guangfu in "Untouchable", Yang Lixin in "Farewell My Concubine"...

Feng Yuanzheng couldn't help laughing at the thought, and really hoped that one day he could be the leading actor in Mr. Lin's work.

When thinking about it in his mind, Feng Yuanzheng didn't forget to eat Hesai, and at the same time, he didn't forget to say to Mu Sen, who was a little cautious: "Scriptwriter Mu, you eat too!"

Mu Sen was about the same age as Feng Yuanzheng, hadn't graduated from college, and wasn't even a full-time employee of Renyi, but it didn't prevent these young people in the theater from respecting him.

He wrote "Jiajing and Hai Rui" before graduating from university, and was asked to rehearse by the courtyard, even Teacher Lin contributed for free.

Thinking about it, Feng Yuanzheng felt terribly jealous, and couldn't help saying to Mu Sen: "I really envy you!"

Mu Sen was holding the vegetables and asked, "Envy me? What are you envious of?"

"I'm envious of you being a screenwriter for Renyi at such a young age! The theater values ​​the play "Jiajing and Hai Rui" very much."

Mu Sen said modestly: "I am standing on Teacher Lin's shoulders. The real hero of this play is Teacher Lin."

Feng Yuanzheng said: "Mr. Lin's credit is of course great. But he didn't sign this play, everyone only knows that you are the screenwriter of this play!"

"What?" Mu Sen was stunned when he heard this sentence.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Feng Yuanzheng asked in surprise, "You don't know?"

Mu Sen shook his head ignorantly.

He hasn't entered Renyi yet, and he usually comes to Renyi mostly for rehearsals, and the people he has the most contact with are director Lin Zhaohua, Lin Weimin and two actors.

Except for Lin Weimin, the others are quite different in age from him, and the communication is mostly limited to the script. No one has ever talked to him about the signing of the script.

When the dean Yuzhi told him to ask Lin Weimin to help him, he didn't hesitate at all, and never considered the signing.

Because in his mind, this script was completely picked up from Mr. Lin's novel by himself. Mr. Lin's role as the screenwriter is justifiable, as long as he can have the opportunity to learn from the side, it is already very good.

Feng Yuanzheng joked: "Don't you usually chat with everyone?"

Mu Sen looked at him blankly. Seeing his slow reaction, Feng Yuanzheng could only kindly explain: "Mr. Lin told the dean earlier. He was just doing "Jiajing and Hai Rui" a favor. The scriptwriter is still you, and it is Just your name!"

The huge impact made Mu Sen unable to react, his voice was a little dry, "Why?"

"You asked Mr. Lin why he didn't sign it?"

Musen nodded.

Feng Yuanzheng raised his neck and said, "Be noble!"

He glanced at Lin Weimin's table, and said, "Who is Mr. Lin? Do you care about the signature of such a drama? Novel is written by him! If you help polish the script, you can sign it. Nothing like this will happen! If this is not Qing Gao, what is it called?"

Mu Sen followed Feng Yuanzheng's eyes and looked towards the table. Mr. Lin was smiling and returning everyone's toast.

Low-key and restrained, a gentleman is like jade.

Feng Yuanzheng bumped Mu Sen with his shoulder, "How is it? You know this time? You are the envy of the young people in the courtyard!"

Mu Sen suppressed the gratitude and touch in his heart, and smiled, "It's really enviable, even I envy myself!"

Feng Yuanzheng laughed and said, "You really deserve to be a screenwriter!"

The banquet ended after nine o'clock in the evening, and everyone went home, with Lin Weimin at the end.

Mu Sen followed behind him, and Lin Weimin asked, "You have to go back to school too?"

"Yes."

Mu Sen hesitated for a moment, but still said vulgarly: "Mr. Lin, thank you!"

Lin Weimin waved his hand indifferently, "It's just a favor, there is nothing to thank."

Mu Sen didn't continue talking, and watched Lin Weimin's back disappear into the darkness.

He knew very well in his heart that for his group of fledgling young people, how lucky they were to meet such a noble senior as Mr. Lin!

The help of "Da Ming Dynasty 1566: Jiajing and Hai Rui" is finished, and Lin Weimin has one less thing at hand.

It took a few more days to concentrate on the work of the editorial department before he contacted Arthur Miller.

(End of this chapter)