1990: Starting from Baojia Street

Chapter 61 must be changed to a rainy day (3.7nd update [-]k, please vote for me)

After being stopped, Zhou Yan looked at the person who stopped him in surprise.

This man is in his thirties, short, a little thin, and a little dark. He is wearing a gray tunic suit and he looks quite energetic.

The most eye-catching thing about the man is the three pens in his right breast pocket.

People often pin pens to their pockets, but this was the first time that Zhou Yan pinned three pens at a time.

Zhou Yan did not struggle with the title "teacher" and just nodded, "Well, I am Zhou Yan, who are you?"

Hua Yang smiled and stretched out his hand in front of Zhou Yan, "Hello, I am Hua Yang."

Zhou Yan didn't expect that the editor of "Yanjing Literature" came to him. He shook hands with Hua Yang and said, "Hello, Editor Hua."

At this moment, the students had just dispersed and were all coming out of the door. Zhou Yan led Hua Yang out.

Arriving at a place with few people, Zhou Yan asked, "Editor Hua, how did you find this place?"

"I found your dormitory first, and then your roommate brought me here, and then he left."

Zhou Yan nodded, then smiled and said, "Why are you free to come here today?"

"It's not very busy in the club today, and I thought you're not far away, so I came over to take a look."

In fact, Hua Yang had been waiting for Zhou Yan to go to the club to find him, because he had previously extended an invitation to Zhou Yan in a letter.

It's just that Zhou Yan saw that there was no need to revise the manuscript, so he felt there was no need to go. In addition, he had a lot of things to do recently, so he didn't go.

Zhou Yan talked about the scene, "I should be the one to visit you in your company, but I have a lot of school work recently and I haven't been able to take the time."

"It's understandable. Teachers are the busiest in the first two months of school, but I didn't expect you to become a teacher at such a young age."

Zhou Yan smiled and said, "Editor Hua, you misunderstood. I'm still a student. It's just that our teacher had something to do temporarily, so I helped him talk for a while."

It was okay if there was no explanation, but Hua Yang was even more surprised when he explained it.

What kind of student rushes to the podium to help the teacher teach?

Moreover, Hua Yang had been listening outside for a while. Zhou Yan's "Typhoon" was very upright, and he seemed to be a very experienced teacher, so he didn't think much just now and directly concluded that Zhou Yan was a teacher.

Just for a while, Zhou Yan's impression in Hua Yang's heart kept changing, making Hua Yang feel that even Zhou Yan, standing in front of him, was a bit out of place.

The two of them walked and chatted, and then Hua Yang got down to business with Zhou Yan.

"Are there any new works recently?"

Zhou Yan smiled, it turned out that Hua Yang came here to ask for a manuscript.

But he hasn't written a novel recently.

The reason why he submitted so many manuscripts last summer was because he had nothing to do on the set at the time and just wanted to write something to earn manuscript fees.

But later he discovered that it was not as easy to submit the manuscript as he had imagined, and the fee for the manuscript was small and the delivery was slow, making it difficult to meet his need to make money.

However, the music score allowed him to make some money, and he became interested in movies again, so his focus shifted to movies and music scores, and he put aside writing novels.

Some of the novels he had submitted before were returned and kept in his drawer, and some had not yet been rejected.

Now that Hua Yang is here, Zhou Yan doesn't want to let him lose empty-handed, so he nods and says, "There is an article."

"Really? Has the manuscript been published? Have you considered submitting it to our "Yanjing Literature"?" Hua Yang asked impatiently.

"The manuscript is in my dormitory. Why don't you take it and look at it? If you can, I'll give it to you."

Hearing that the manuscript was in the dormitory, Hua Yang was so anxious that he almost grabbed Zhou Yan's arm, "Then let's go get the manuscript now."

Seeing how anxious he was, Zhou Yan smiled and said, "I'll take you there now."

……

When he arrived at the dormitory, Zhou Yan rummaged through the drawers.

Hua Yang saw a pile of manuscript papers in the drawer and couldn't help but ask, "Are these all your works?"

"Many of them are scraps."

Zhou Yan said casually, and then finally found a stack of manuscripts and came out.

Hua Yang looked inside the drawer again. He didn't quite believe that it was filled with scrap manuscripts. The manuscripts were neatly coded and the words on them were neat. Some of the manuscripts were even put in envelopes.

Besides, who would mix a good manuscript with a bad one?

Zhou Yan handed the stack of manuscripts he pulled out to Hua Yang, "A short story I wrote some time ago."

After getting the manuscript, Hua Yang took out a glasses case from his pocket, took out his glasses and put them on.

Zhou Yan saw that he wanted to read the manuscript on the spot, so he dragged a chair to him from the side.

Hua Yang was not polite and sat down directly, then took the manuscript and started reading.

This novel is not long, with a total of eighteen pages. At about three hundred words per page, it is about six thousand words.

The speed at which an editor reads a manuscript depends on whether the author's handwriting is neat or not.

Zhou Yan's handwriting has nothing to do with calligraphy, but it is very neat and legible at a glance.

For an editor like Hua Yang who reviews manuscripts every day, it only takes less than a few minutes to read such a neatly written [-]-word manuscript.

This novel is called "The Knife in Clear Water" and it mainly revolves around the beliefs of local people.

In a family, the old man's wife died.

In the belief of the local people, once a person dies, he is regarded as a sinner, so the living must perform some rituals to rescue the dead.

In the rescue ceremony, offering a red date is the same as killing a camel, but secular people believe that the more valuable the thing is, the better the rescue effect will be.

The old man's idea was to light a stick of incense and bake two cakes, but the son insisted on killing the family's cows because he believed that his mother did not live well when she was alive, and she should not be looked down upon after she died.

This novel deliberately downplays the plot and deliberately strengthens the description of details. The direction of the story is more driven by the inner conflicts of the characters.

The novel has always talked about killing the cow, but in the end it did not focus on the killing of the cow. On the day of killing the cow, the old man left home and came back at sunset. At that time, the old man only saw a huge cow head in the yard. .

Hua Yang will carefully fold and smooth the manuscript, trying to make his movements as small as possible.

Zhou Yan saw Hua Yang's actions and knew that Hua Yang had been conquered by this novel.

In fact, when he took out this novel, Zhou Yan was very confident. It is also a winner of the Lu Xun Literature Award. Compared with other novels, "The Knife in Clear Water" has a special flavor.After he folded the manuscript flat, Hua Yang let out a long breath. This was a very good novel, and there were many details in it. There were many omissions in just a few minutes, and he needed to study it slowly.When he read this novel, he was even more surprised than when he first read "Death of the Mayor".

But now there was no time to study it carefully. He stood up directly and said to Zhou Yan with a smile, "Then I will take the manuscript back."

"Okay, but are you leaving now?" Zhou Yan stood up.

"Well, I'll go back now." Hua Yang eagerly wanted to show the manuscript to the leader of their novel group.

Zhou Yan politely tried to persuade him to stay, "It's almost dinner time, why don't you stay and have a meal before leaving."

"No." Hua Yang smiled and waved his hand, "Next time you come to our club, I'll treat you to dinner."

"Then I'll send it to you."

……

As soon as Hua Yang left Zhou Yan's dormitory, he rode his bike towards their work unit.

When he arrived at the club, he rushed upstairs and slapped the manuscript on the desk of Zhong Xinghua, the leader of the novel group, "Old Zhong, look at this."

Zhong Xinghua raised his head and glanced at the panting Hua Yang, "What is it? You are in such a hurry."

Hua Yang took a breath again and said, "The manuscript was just received."

"Whose?" Zhong Xinghua picked up the manuscript and raised his eyebrows, "This word seems to belong to the same person as "The Death of the Mayor"?"

"Yes, it belongs to one person. He is at the Central Conservatory of Music. I just went to find him." Hua Yang smiled. He really admired Team Leader Zhong's ability and memory to recognize handwriting.

Knowing that it was a new work by the author of "The Death of the Mayor", Zhong Xinghua became a little interested. He unfolded the manuscript and read it carefully. Hua Yang stood beside him waiting for him.

A few minutes later, Zhong Xinghua put his hands on his hands and said with a smile, "Hua Yang, you have found a treasure."

……

After Zhou Yan sent Huayang away, he returned to the dormitory. During this time, the filming of "Reply from Heaven" entered the second half, and he was also revising the soundtrack passages he had written before.

The short sections written earlier are all piano solos. Recently, he added some other instruments to these pieces, and now he has compiled them into three sections.

In the afternoon, he took the tape and went to Yanjing Studio to find Wang Junzheng.

When Zhou Yan saw Wang Junzheng, Wang Junzheng was scratching his head and ears in front of a piece of paper.

He walked closer and looked at the content on the paper. It was a half-drawn storyboard. A child was flying a kite. There were some lines drawn on it, which should indicate that it was raining.

"Sister Wang, what kind of trouble are you running into?"

Hearing Zhou Yan's voice, Wang Junzheng raised his head, "Zhou Yan, you are here."

"Well, you were so attentive that you didn't notice me coming. Is this the last scene of flying a kite in the morning?"

Wang Junzheng nodded, "Yes."

"Is this the rain line?"

"Yes, well, it's not because of you."

"What's wrong with me?" Zhou Yan asked doubtfully.

"Well, after listening to "Kite", the image of flying a kite in the rain always appeared in my mind. Now I am thinking about whether to change it and shoot this scene in the rain."

At this point, Wang Junzheng sighed, "But if we shoot in rainy days, it will be very dangerous if there is thunder."

"It's quite dangerous."

Although there is no problem as long as there is no thunder, safety issues are no small matter and no one is willing to take risks.

"Actually, you can also use editing techniques to achieve this. First, shoot the scene of the morning line being released in the Forbidden City, and then use a water spray truck to shoot the scene of the kite flying in the sky elsewhere. However, this will have to give up the long shot. I am thinking about how to arrange the shots. ."

If funds were sufficient, Zhou Yan would suggest Wang Junzheng to shoot both sets of shots, but obviously this suggestion is unrealistic. During normal filming, Wang Junzheng would rehearse the actors' positions over and over again until there was no problem with the rehearsal effect. I don’t want to waste even one second of film until I turn it on.

Besides, if it were to be a rainy day scene, the cost would not only be film, but one scene would become two scenes, and arranging a water spray truck would also cost money.

At this time, Wang Junzheng could only make his own decision, and Zhou Yan could not give him any advice.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Wang Junzheng asked.

Zhou Yan handed the tape to her, "Some of the passages I wrote before were modified according to the scene, and also enriched with other instruments. I'll give them to you to listen to."

"Okay, let me hear it. Which side is it on?"

"B-side."

Wang Jun was holding the tape and walked to the radio cassette player and put the tape in.

A total of three pieces of music were recorded on side B. The overall melody is actually not much different from before. There are just some detailed adjustments. However, after adding instruments, it becomes much richer.

Each segment lasts for 30 seconds, and I finished listening to it in less than 2 minutes.

Wang Junzheng smiled and nodded, "It's indeed much better than before. It seems like drums were added to the second section."

Zhou Yan laughed, "That's not a drum."

"Isn't that a drum? It sounds like a drum to me."

"That's the sound of me kicking the bucket."

A total of three musical instruments are used in this section, piano, cello and waist drum. The cello is the main part, the piano is the supplement, and the waist drum is only used as an embellishment.

The cello was still found by Yu Ran, but the waist drum was hard to find, so Zhou Yan thought of a way, found a bucket in the dormitory, and played the piano while kicking the bucket.

Zhou Yan’s idea was to make do with buckets first, and then record with real drums when the movie is officially dubbed.

Hearing Zhou Yan say that the drum sound inside was actually kicked out by a bucket, Wang Junzheng also found it interesting, "You are really unconventional. Do you still have this A side?"

Zhou Yan shook his head, "The tape is from before. Side A remains unchanged. It's still "Kite" and a few other short passages."

I heard that side A had "Kite" on it. Wang Junzheng turned the tape over and listened to "Kite" again.

After playing it once, she seemed not satisfied and played it again.

After the second time, Wang Junzheng was silent for a while and suddenly said, "I have decided that it must be changed to a rainy day."

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