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Chapter 93 Recommend Zhu Lin to star in "Youth"

"Zhu Lin?" Xie Jin was stunned. He had never heard of this actor.

Fang Minghua introduced Zhu Lin's situation, including his performance in "Into the Dust". Of course, he also emphasized that Zhu Lin had been admitted to the Yanjing Communications Corps Art Troupe as a dancer, so he was very suitable for the role of Sui Zi.

Xie Jin laughed when he heard this.

"Xiao Fang, I have read the book "Into the Dust" you wrote. The heroine Cao Guiying is a mediocre and sick village woman. If Zhu Lin can play this role well, how can he play Sui Zi well? "

"The two are so different in appearance and temperament. I think Director Wu chose Zhu Lin not because of her appearance, right?" Xie Jin finally said.

of course not!

But she is really beautiful.

If Xie Jin doubts Zhu Lin's acting skills or something, it's hard for Fang Minghua to say, but his appearance
  Looking around today's film industry, I guess your Shanghai Film Studio's housekeeper Hua Dan Gong Xue can compete with her, right?

Both of them have their own temperaments.

Besides, if Gong Xue plays Miaomiao, if Zhu Lin plays Sui Zi, and two of the top beauties in China star in the same role, will no one watch this movie? !

Thinking of this, Fang Minghua smiled and said: "Director Xie, how about this? I can find a way to find a photo of her so that you can see what she looks like?"

"Photos? Photos are good, but if you really want her to act, it's best to see her in person and then try it out."

Xie Jin's request was not too much, but the following sentence surprised Fang Minghua: "Xiao Fang, I originally planned to return to Shanghai right away, but you recommend Zhu Lin as an actor. I will postpone it for one day and leave tomorrow night. You It’s best for her to arrive by tomorrow at the latest.”

What the hell!

in such a hurry?
  It's the early 1980s, and it only takes about four hours to get from Chengdu to Xijing by train!
  Is this old man still a little unconvinced?
  "Okay, I'll try." Fang Minghua agreed.

"Okay, you contact me first."

Fang Minghua rode to his work dormitory again and took out a notebook from the drawer. It recorded the addresses and phone numbers of some people, such as Li Baotian, Zhu Lin, etc., which was equivalent to an address book.

Looking at the time at two o'clock, it seemed that Zhu Lin was at work too, so he took his notebook to the unit office on the front floor and called the phone number above.

Chengdu, Emei Film Studio.

After Zhu Lin came back to work, he didn't receive any roles for the time being. He spent one day in the office reading "The Self-cultivation of Actors" carefully.

This was recommended by Fang Minghua last year. When I came back, I immediately went to Xinhua Bookstore to look for it, but it was not available at all.

After returning this time, she asked an acquaintance to borrow a copy from the Sichuan University Library. After returning, she felt like she had found a treasure.

"In this way, we have two schools in our field - experiential art and performance art. Good and bad stage craftsmanship become the common background against which they shine."

Zhu Lin thought about it while watching.

"Sure enough, Xiao Fang is right!"

At this moment, a colleague hurriedly walked in and shouted to her: "Zhu Lin, the long-distance call is from Xijing!"

Xijing?

Zhu Lin remembered that he had no relatives or friends in Xijing, except for the crew of "Into the Dust".

However, Director Wu made a special call a few days ago to say that the film production has been completed and it is just waiting for China Film to arrange the release. It should not be about the film.

Fang Minghua.

It's him?

After coming back, the two of them didn't have any correspondence. After all, after the filming was over, the two of them had no work contacts. Besides, they were already married, so they didn't have a date yet.

Zhu Lin thought and quickly ran to the factory office to answer the phone.

"Hello, who is it?"

"Sister Zhu Lin, I am Fang Minghua."

Sure enough it was him!

"Xiao Fang." Zhu Lin said with a smile on his face: "How have you been lately? What new novel are you writing? In which magazine was "The Donkey Gets Water" published? I'll buy a copy and have a look."

"I haven't published it yet. I have something urgent to tell you. Please come to Xijing immediately."

Going to Xijing? !

Of course Zhu Lin knew that Fang Minghua would not say these words for no reason, so something suddenly occurred to him and he quickly said: "Is someone going to film your movie "Youth"?"

"Yes, Director Xie Jin from Shanghai Film Academy. He is in Xijing now. I recommended you to him for the role of Sui Zi, but he said he wanted to meet you in person."

Xie Jin?

That's a famous director.

"Okay. When?" Zhu Lin asked quickly.

"Now, you come here by train tonight!"

"Ah, so urgent?"

"Director Xie is leaving Xijing tomorrow night. If you don't come, you will have to go to Shanghai to find him." Fang Minghua said with a smile on the phone.

"I come!"

Zhu Lin gritted his teeth and decided. Now or never.

"Okay, what time do you take the bus? I will pick you up at the station then."

"No, no, no need to trouble you." Zhu Lin quickly declined.

"This is your first time in Xijing. You are not familiar with the place. Moreover, the train station is quite chaotic now. Safety comes first. When you buy your ticket, give me a call. I will give you a number from our office. If I am not here If you tell the office, someone will pass it on.”

"Okay then, bye!"

Zhu Lin wrote down the phone number, hung up the phone and hurried back to his office to pack his things.

Oops, I have to ask for leave from the factory manager to explain the situation.

She is now an actress at the Emei Film Studio. If she wants to film in an outside film studio, she will naturally have to get approval from the factory leaders.

She quickly ran to the factory director's office.

not there!

The deputy director in charge of business is not here either!
  Unable to care, she quickly asked for a piece of paper from the factory office, briefly wrote down her situation and handed it to the director of the factory office.

"Please give this to Director Liu. I have to go to the train station to buy a ticket now."

Seeing Zhu Lin leave in a hurry, the director of the factory office couldn't help but shake his head with the leave request in his hand.

This actor is so beautiful, and there are so many roles.
  Besides, Zhu Lin took the bus to the train station, squeezed to the ticket window, took out his work permit, and finally bought a 6 pm train ticket.

This made her let out a long sigh.

It's only 8 o'clock tomorrow morning when we get to Xijing, so there's still time.

He found a long-distance phone at the post office of the train station and called it. The person who answered was not Fang Minghua but a girl. Zhu Lin told the person his train number and arrival time.

You have to make preparations when you get home, and you have to tell your husband.

Zhu Lin braved the scorching sun and squeezed onto the bus again.

At this time, Fang Minghua and Song Tangtang had returned to his dormitory early, spreading out their letter paper and preparing to write a script.

But I worked a lot in the morning and didn't take a nap at noon. After a while, I started to yawn.

So he apologized to the girl: "Tangtang, I'm a little sleepy and want to take a nap."

"Well, you go to sleep and I'll read a book."

On the trees outside, cicadas were screaming for summer, but the room was quiet.

In front of the window, a beautiful girl was sitting quietly at the desk, reading a book carefully. A young man was lying on the bed behind him, snoring slightly.

Song Tangtang read a magazine and stretched.

She likes this feeling.

On a summer afternoon, I read my favorite book in this quiet courtyard, forgetting the smoke and the separation of life and death on Faka Mountain in southern Xinjiang. I felt very calm and at ease in my heart.

There is a young man behind him.

Song Tangtang couldn't help but turn around and look at Fang Minghua, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Look at him very seriously.

The eyebrows are thick and the bridge of the nose is high.

Song Tangtang felt inexplicably happy.

At this time, Fang Minghua opened his eyes and was looking at Song Tangtang looking at him.

"Are you awake?" The girl was very generous and did not avoid her eyes.

"Sorry, I slept for so long."

Fang Minghua quickly got up and put on his coat.

"It doesn't matter." Song Tangtang replied and looked around again. "I like your place quite a lot. It's very quiet and you have these piles of books."

"Then you come here every day and discuss the script together."

"Yes." Song Tangtang replied very gently.

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　　PS: Today the editor told me that this book will be released in Sanjiang next week (this is the first time I have written a book in Sanjiang) and asked me if it will be on the shelves on Friday, December 12st? Do you want to have perfect attendance?
  　　I hesitated for a while, but declined, and decided to postpone the listing until next Wednesday (December 12).

　　On the one hand, I want to make the free period longer, make the data more interesting, and strive to be highly recommended. On the other hand, I want to express my gratitude to the readers.

　　I'm older (I'm sorry to say I'm older, for fear of scaring you). I experienced it personally in the 1980s and 1990s, so I'm relatively familiar with it and can write more easily.

　　But because of my age, I really can’t write down the cool points in many online articles. Friends who have read my previous books can feel that they are not as ups and downs as other online articles, and they seem a bit bland, but I am working hard to change them. .

　　In addition, because of my age, I can’t write quickly, so I can only maintain a minimum of two chapters a day. I am not full-time but part-time. I have to go to work, and I can occasionally fish and write.

　　This book has relatively good results, so I will write it down very seriously. Thank you for your support! If you have any comments or suggestions, please mention them and I will look at them carefully.

　　
  　
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