Back to 80: My literary life.

Just give me the royalties for Chapter 601, and it’s up to you when to publish it!

"Okay, you're home? I'll come right over. I've been so idle lately that I almost brayed like a donkey!"

Zhang Yimou laughed.

When people get to know each other, they speak more casually.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

An hour later, the doorbell rang at the gate of the yard. Fang Minghua went to open the door and saw Zhang Yimou standing alone at the door.

The first thing I asked when I saw Fang Minghua was: "Where's the novel?"

"What's the hurry? Come in and talk."

When the two entered the living room, Fang Minghua handed the manuscript to the other party.

"Not published yet?" Zhang Yimou was a little surprised.

"Yes, this was written by Yu Hua. He sent the manuscript to me and asked me to help him review it." Fang Minghua explained simply.

Zhang Yimou said "oh" and looked at it seriously.

Fang Minghua didn't disturb him and continued to drink tea leisurely.

The novel has about 13 words. Zhang Yimou was immersed in the plot of the novel for a whole afternoon until Fang Minghua invited him to dinner.

When I looked up, I saw Fang Minghua holding two large bowls of fragrant oil-splashed noodles.

"My wife is not at home, so I just made two bowls of oil-splashed noodles to make do with." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Thank you. You're welcome. This is my favorite." Zhang Yimou put down the manuscript and picked up the large coarse porcelain bowl.

"Want some garlic?"

"Yes, two more petals."

The two of them chatted while eating.

"Yi Mou, what do you think?" Fang Minghua asked.

"I've almost finished reading it. It's very well written. I want to make it into a movie." Zhang Yimou was a little excited.

"Minghua, I'd like to trouble you to adapt it into a script."

"No problem." Fang Minghua agreed immediately and said with a smile: "If you don't tell me, I would like to write it to you."

"Thank you. How do I contact Yu Hua? How do I find him?" Zhang Yimou asked again.

"The envelope only says that he lives near Tuanjie Lake in Yanjing, but there is no specific address." Fang Minghua pondered for a moment and said, "Well, let me call my wife. She is in Yanjing now and ask her about it."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

After dinner, Zhang Yimou read the ending of the novel before leaving. Fang Minghua picked up the landline and called Song Tangtang.

Song Tangtang thought Fang Minghua was asking about the preparations for "A Chinese Odyssey", but unexpectedly Fang Minghua asked her to find out Yu Hua's address.

"Why are you looking for Yu Hua?"

"Yu Hua sent me a well-written novel. I want Zhang Yimou to make it into a movie." Fang Minghua briefly recounted what happened today.

"Ah? Zhang Yimou is going to make another movie? Do you think Shengshi Film and Television will invest in it?" Song Tangtang asked.

"I haven't said it yet."

"Oh, tell him quickly, our Shengshi Films must invest in the production!"

"Are you busy enough to come? You've been in Wang Gongquan's The Weaving Girl, Stephen Chow and Liu Zhenwei's A Chinese Odyssey, and now you're taking on Zhang Yimou's new film. I'm afraid you'll be exhausted."

"Not tired, not at all! Minghua, if you care about me, please take over this movie!"

Oh my God
"Okay, but you haven't even read the novel yet."

"You saw it, didn't I?"

"Okay then." Fang Minghua agreed.

"I'll go find Yu Hua tomorrow."

After breakfast the next morning, Song Tangtang came out of the General Political Department compound - she usually stayed at her grandfather's house when she returned to Yanjing - and took a taxi straight to Tuanjie Lake.

At this time, Yu Hua was wandering around the Tuanjie Lake.

After finishing the novel, I felt relaxed and just wandered around.

There are many painters on the banks of Tuanjie Lake, some paint oil paintings, some Chinese paintings, some Fauvism, some Impressionism, some Futurism, each painting their own style without disturbing each other.

He can't draw, but sometimes he likes to stand behind others and watch them draw. Today he stood behind a young man with long hair and watched him draw, but he didn't understand.

What the hell is this painting?

Even harder to understand than Minghua's stream-of-consciousness novels.

Ten years ago, Fang Minghua wrote several stream-of-consciousness novels, such as "The Sun Also Rises" and "Picnic at the Roadside", which gave Yu Hua, who had just embarked on the literary path, a headache.

Of course, after ten years, my literary level and appreciation ability have risen sharply, and now I don’t find those novels so difficult to understand.

And it's very interesting.

Could it be that this young man's words also make sense?

Yu Hua was thinking about something with his hands in his trouser pockets when he suddenly heard a woman's voice calling him: "Yu Hua!"

Turned his head and looked.

She was a beautiful lady wearing a grey women's suit and sunglasses.

Looking more closely, oh, I recognize it.

Fang Minghua's daughter-in-law.

"Sister-in-law, why are you here?" Yu Hua greeted hurriedly.

"I came here specifically to look for you. I asked around and found out where you lived. Your wife told me that you were watching people painting in Tuanjie Lake, so I rushed over."

"Haha, I was just wandering around for no reason." Yu Hua explained, and then quickly said, "Sister-in-law, let's go to my house and let my wife cook some dishes to treat you well."

"A new wife, right? I see there's a wedding character pasted on your window." Song Tangtang said.

"Hey, we're getting married this spring."

The two walked back together, and Song Tangtang said, "Yu Hua, Minghua asked me to come to you this time."

"What did Minghua say? Is he satisfied with my novel?" Yu Hua was a little impatient.

"He didn't say that. He just said that Zhang Yimou was interested in your novel and wanted to make it into a movie, so he asked me to contact you."

"What? Zhang Yimou is going to make this into a movie?!" Yu Hua was stunned for a moment and looked at Song Tangtang in surprise.

"What, you don't want to?!"

"Yes, I am 100% willing!" Yu Hua said hurriedly after waking up, and then remembered something: "He wants to adapt it into a script first, right? Does he need my help? I will change it however he says!"

"No need for that. Minghua has already agreed to write the script. Please leave your detailed address and Zhang Yimou will come to Yanjing to discuss purchasing the rights for film and television adaptation."

"Okay, okay, no problem!"

Yu Hua was very happy at this moment.

If a movie that Zhang Yimou took a fancy to and Minghua personally directed was to be produced, how could it not be good?

Also, if it can be made into a movie, how can the novel not be published? !

A few days later, Zhang Yimou came to Yanjing to find Yu Hua and bought the film adaptation rights of "To Live" for 25,000 yuan.

The talks with Zhang Yimou went smoothly, but when it came to publishing the novel, Yu Hua received a handwritten letter from Fang Minghua.

The content is very simple:
The novel will be published at a timely date to coincide with Zhang Yimou's movie, so it has to be put on hold.

Don't worry, I will let Shengshi Books publish it and will give you 10% tax.

Yu Hua had no objection and immediately agreed.

Just give me the royalties, and it’s up to you when to publish it!

Fang Minghua immediately started writing the script, and continued to be lazy, handing it over to Zhang Yimou after finishing about 20,000 words, which was considered OK.

By the end of June, the weather in Xijing was getting hotter day by day, and the whole city was like a big furnace.

While the children were still on vacation, Fang Minghua suddenly had the urge to find a place to cool off for a few days.

I immediately had a goal: Taibai Mountain.

Because Jia Pingwa shifted his writing position, he went further from Yao County to Taibai Mountain.

In the name of visiting a friend, Fang Minghua decided to stay for two days. It would be nice to appreciate the scenery of Taibai Mountain and write some travel notes.

Of course, it would be boring to be alone, so Fang Minghua asked Lu Yao and Chen Zhongshi to come along.

If we want to play mahjong, we can get together for a table.

(End of this chapter)