China Entertainment's My Artistic Career

Chapter 40 Reflection

After dinner, He Hua didn't stay any longer, and returned to Zhongxi Opera to continue classes and writing.

He also printed out a copy of his script and handed it to Gu Yan, asking him to read it for him.

He Hua felt that if he didn't give it, one day Gu Yan would get the script revised by Jiang Wei and he would die of anger.

He Hua thought to himself: "When my students create scripts, they should go to Nortel teacher first and not him. Even a teacher can't stand it."

Within two days, He Hua was detained.

Gu Yan's dark circles were a little heavy, and he sat on the table in the first row and asked He Hua to sit in the second row: "Is this a script you wrote yourself?"

"Ah, that's right." He Hua who just sat down was a little confused!

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​writing a spy war theme?"

"Ah?" He Hua was even more confused, not knowing how to reply.

Seeing He Hua's reaction, Gu Yan frowned tightly: "You didn't write this script? You gave it to me the day before yesterday, and let me correct it."

An idea suddenly popped up in He Hua's mind, and he opened his mouth: "No, teacher, didn't sister Zhang Jing tell you?"

""Latent", I took the right to adapt the film and television, and adapted it into a script."

"Wait, wait. You said it again, from the beginning, I didn't understand."

He Hua really didn't expect this big shot to be so unreliable.

Reluctantly, I slowly told Gu Yan about this matter from getting the adaptation rights in February to having dinner with Zhang Jing and agreeing to invest in it some time ago.

Gu Yan understood this time: "So Zhang Jing invited you to dinner because she wanted the film and television adaptation rights of the original "Latent"?"

He Hua slandered: I invited you!I paid for it!But still nodded.

"She promised you that if your script is approved by me and Jiang Wei, she will invest?"

He Hua kept nodding.

"Where's the original? Let me have a look."

"In dormitory……"

"You go and get it, I'll call Zhang Jing and ask." Gu Yan took out his mobile phone and urged He Hua: "Go quickly."

He Hua had no choice but to quickly run back to the dormitory to get the original "Latent".

Gu Yan finished his phone call long ago, and when he saw him come to pick up the magazine, he began to read it.

After about ten minutes, Gu Yan asked He Hua in disbelief, "Is this the original work?"

After receiving He Hua's affirmative reply, Gu Yan's face was a bit complicated: This student was famous because of his good novel writing, which had nothing to do with him, so Gu Yan didn't want to meddle in many things.But now, he is going to become a talent in the field he teaches, so he can't ignore it.

Gu Yan touched the script that He Hua gave him, a little excited, the more he looked at the students in front of him, the more satisfied he was:

"You wrote it like this in less than four months. It seems that you do have some talent."

This student can't praise too much, he has already received too much applause, and proper criticism and encouragement can make him go further.

Gu Yan tried to make himself serious: "What's the difference between a script and a novel?"

"what?"

"I emphasized it when I first entered the freshman year, have you forgotten?"

He Hua tried his best to search for memories in his mind, and answered stumblingly.

"Okay, then tell me, why do you write so many messy details in your script?" Gu Yan said as he patted the script next to his butt.

He Hua didn't know what to say, so he could only lower his head.

"Raise your head, why, I can't tell you? Since the beginning of school, I have been emphasizing the proportion of scenes, lines, and actions in a single episode. Have you noticed?" Gu Yan said louder and louder.

"Also here, you still have a psychological description. You can make such low-level mistakes. How did you listen to the class?" Gu Yan opened the script, found the place he had marked, and pointed it out to He Hua.

He Hua became more and more frustrated. Jiang Wei's compliments a few days ago really made him a little smug, but now Teacher Gu Yan directly pulled him down.

At this moment, He Hua seemed to have returned to his freshman year, back to the time when he was so overwhelmed by the words of the people around him.

Gu Yan looked at the silent student who bowed his head, and said cruelly, "Go back and think about it carefully, and take a good look. Is the script you wrote worthy of what we teach? Is it worthy of your parents' hard work in saving food and drink for you to study?"

After speaking, he threw the script in front of He Hua, got up and left.

He Hua sat alone in the classroom for a while, then returned to the dormitory in a depressed mood.

Sitting on a chair, listening to the noise in the corridor, and watching the programs broadcast on the TV in the dormitory, He Hua suddenly felt so arrogant.

The teacher often said that when writing a script, it is best to be in a closed environment, so that it is easier to get close to the heart of the characters in his writing, and only then can he create a good work.

And what about myself?Relying on having a player, leaving everything behind, creating as one pleases, and sometimes copying the plot directly without thinking, it's really ridiculous.

"If I didn't have a player, I would probably be a loser." He Hua laughed to himself while lying on the table.

Closing his eyes, looking at the player in his mind, He Hua was in a daze: Are you satisfied?Do you have the capital to not make progress?Don't you work hard to be worthy of the good fortune God gave you?
He Hua clicked on "Da Ming Dynasty 1566" again and read it. After a few hours, he heard Jiajing:
"What anyone promises to you doesn't count, only what you can decide for yourself counts!"

He Hua opened his eyes, and found his freshman notebook under the table, which contained the main points of the teacher's lectures in each class, as well as the bright marks made with red pen.

"It's time to move out and leave your comfort zone. Work hard, the player deserves a better self." He Hua made up his mind.

Immediately, He Hua began to calculate: his house was half a year away from handover, and it was too far away from the school, so it would be troublesome to go to class.

I still have to rent a set nearby, and I just won’t be going home during the summer vacation, so I’ll wait until the script is done.

The next day, He Hua found an intermediary near the school, followed the intermediary to look at two or three sets, and then rented a well-decorated two-bedroom house in Beibingmasi Hutong at a high price.

When I got the key the next day and asked my roommate to help move things, everyone else was shocked.

"No, Huazi, why are you so eager to move out when you don't have a partner?" Liu Zhonglun asked hastily.

The four people in the dormitory have a very good relationship, so until now, even though Gao Jian often stays out at night, he has not really moved out.

Unexpectedly, He Hua was the first one, and the other two also looked at He Hua inquiringly.

He Hua lowered his head and packed up his things: "I had a problem when writing the script. I couldn't find the core of the characters. I wanted to find a closed environment to try..."

As he spoke, he raised his head, clenched his fist and hammered Liu Zhonglun's shoulder: "Why, the summer vacation is coming soon, and I have to find a place to live. I will come back next semester when I have nothing to do. I still have to go to class."

Only then did the three feel relieved and helped to pack their things. Liu Zhonglun complained while doing it: "I thought you found a girlfriend without saying anything."

He Hua was speechless: "Look at my dark circles, do you think I have time to fall in love now?"

"Why are you working so hard? Your book is so popular, you will definitely be fine in the future. Be careful not to have friends if you run so fast." After Liu Zhonglun finished speaking, the dormitory fell silent again.

That's right, isn't it time to move out? It's only been a year.He Hua was a little emotional:
"I just want to work harder and be stronger, so that I can stand up straight and say what I want to say and do what I want to do."

"I can only rely on myself."

(End of this chapter)