The literary era since 1979

Chapter 115: A Unique One (asking for monthly tickets!)
The next day, the first Golden Rooster Awards was held as scheduled at the Hangzhou Gymnasium, and each crew nominated for an award was arranged in the lounge.

When the opening ceremony arrived, they came out one after another.

Xie Jin rushed to the guesthouse at dinner time last night. When he saw Fang Yan, he stared at him as if he were a chick, for fear that he would be taken away by other production studios or other film directors.

Because he had his eyes on "Under the Hawthorn Tree" and "Dark War", especially "Dark War", the drama premiere caused an unprecedented sensation in Shanghai, with two shows a day, in the morning and evening.

It will be performed for 7 consecutive days, and then it will go on a national tour.

Fangyan was at a loss for words, it turned out that he just wanted to eat alone.

"I have already promised Xi'an Film Studio to write the screenplay for The Great Qin: Fission. I don't have any spare time or energy..."

"I'm not in a hurry now, hehe, no hurry."

Xie Jin waved his hand and said that Shanghai Film Studio had assigned him a new task this year, to shoot the second reflective literature film, "Legend of Tianyun Mountain".

Liu Xiaoqing and Zhu Shimao were sandwiched between the two people, watching the old and the young pulling each other back and forth. They felt quite awkward staying there, and they both thought of going outside to get some fresh air.

As soon as I opened the door, I ran into an old man.

Xie Tieli is not only a director nominated for this year's Golden Rooster Awards, but also an influential third-generation director in the film industry.

"Good job, Xie Jin!"

"He stopped us from seeing Xiao Fang, but he himself kept a mistress in a golden house. He hid Xiao Fang here and did some ideological work on her."

Xie Tieli and Xie Jin were old acquaintances, and they exchanged insults and laughter.

Fangyan greeted him. He was one of the mainstays of the Beijing Film Studio. Xie from the south and Xie from the north were on par with him.

"Xiao Fang, you didn't promise him Under the Hawthorn Tree, did you?"

Xie Tieli cast an inquiring look.

Fang Yan shook his head and laughed, "No."

"If I didn't promise it to you, I don't think I'll promise it to you either."

Xie Jin joked: "Yanzi is now working as a screenwriter for the Xi'an Film Studio. It will be impossible for him to write other scripts for a long time."

Xie Tieli waved her hand: "I don't believe a single punctuation mark of what you, Xie Bajin, said. I'd better let Xiaofang say it in person, then I'll feel relieved."

"Why is he called 'Xie Bajin'?"

Fang Yan nodded, and then became interested in Xie Jin's nickname.

Xie Tieli said: "He loves to drink. When he was young, he would tell everyone that he could drink up to 8 kilograms of alcohol. Others would bring tea and water when directing, but he would bring a wine pot and drink while directing. When he was discussing the script with others, he would drink even more. Was he drunk when he came to you?"

Fang Yan glanced at Xie Jin and saw that he had his arms crossed over his chest. Even though his old friend was exposing his secrets, he did not stop him but just grinned.

"He likes to take advantage of the time when he is drinking with the author to persuade him to drink, and then make him drunk and dazed, and then he will agree to let him film the novel." Xie Tieli scolded with a smile, "Xiao Fang, this 'Xie Bajin' is a ghost or not!"

Fangyan was stunned. Isn’t this the routine in Tianxia Bachang?
"Yanzi, don't believe him."

Xie Jin could no longer hold back and fought back.

defamation! He slandered me!

Can drinking be considered a "cheat"? It was clearly a toast to celebrate the pleasant cooperation, how can it be said that it was for copyright?

Watching the old couple bickering with each other like naughty boys, Fangyan felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.

It is very similar to the previous farce in which "People's Literature" and "Contemporary" competed for "Under the Hawthorn Tree", and they are urging the sows in the production team to give birth to more litters, urging, urging, urging for what!

Have you done the postpartum care for the sows?

Just when the three of them were chatting enthusiastically, Zhu Shimao's voice was heard from outside the door.

The time has come, it's time to enter.

The first Golden Rooster Awards was a gathering of the best and brightest.

The competition for each award is extremely fierce.

I thought the competition for the best actor and actress was already fierce enough, with Zhu Shimao and Liu Xiaoqing from "The Shepherd" competing against Guo Kaimin and Zhang Yu from "Lush Mountain Love".

But the most intense one is actually the Best Director.

Xie Jin was nominated for "The Shepherd", while Wu Yigong was nominated for "Night Rain in Bashan", Xie Tieli was nominated for "The Stars Are Shining Tonight", and Huang Zumo was nominated for "Love in Lushan".

In comparison, the Best Screenplay Award was the least suspenseful.

"Dad, it's just as I thought."

“The Best Screenplay Award is for Dialect!”

Ma Yun was sitting in the front row of the stadium's auditorium. He watched Fang Yan walk onto the stage and excitedly turned to look at Ma Laifa. "Well-deserved, well-deserved."

As a representative figure of Jiangsu and Zhejiang folk art and literary circles, how could Ma Laifa miss such a feast?

"That's right. I won't accept it if anyone else gets this award except Teacher Fang!"

Ma Yun watched Fang Yan leave the stage right after receiving the trophy and certificate, and couldn't help but feel anxious: "Where's the acceptance speech? Why didn't Mr. Fang say a few words? I was expecting him to say something like 'I have a Chinese dream'."

"First, get into college, then talk about the Chinese dream."

Malayfa rolled her eyes and said, "Go home after reading this and study hard. By this time next year, you should be in the examination room, taking the college entrance examination."

Ma Yun said confidently: "Dad, don't worry, I promise to do well in the exam and hope to be admitted to a university in Yanjing."

As one important award after another was announced, more and more enthusiasm erupted at the scene.

The Best Actor award went to Zhu Shimao, but the Best Actress award went to Zhang Yu. Liu Xiaoqing unfortunately lost the award, which caused an uproar.

However, before one problem is solved, another one arises. The first Golden Rooster Award for Best Feature Film actually had a double yolk.

"Night Rain in Bashan"! "Horse Herder"!
Fangyan was inevitably surprised when he heard this. It was not the first time that a film award had a double yolk. It had become commonplace.

But is this how it’s done for the first session?
He accompanied Xie Jin to the stage to receive the award, then walked through the corridor and returned to the lounge to rest for a while before preparing to receive reporters from newspapers and magazines.

But unexpectedly, the media came, members of the jury, and even people from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang literary and art circles came.

"Xiao Fang!"

"Mr. Xia!"

Fang Yan was startled and immediately walked up to Xia Yan and bowed politely.

He is now a leading figure in the entertainment industry. He is an old friend of his teacher Shen Yanbing, and both are representatives of the League of Left-Wing Writers. His works such as "Spring Silkworms" and "The Lin Family Shop" were adapted into movies. Fang Yan once met him at the farewell ceremony.

"Brother Shen has accepted a good disciple."

Xia Yan was quite pleased when he saw the trophy behind him.

Fang Yan had just chatted with him about the past when Xie Jin seemed to be still upset about the double-yolk egg. He came to ask for an explanation with his cheeks slightly tipsy.

Xia Yan and other jury members seemed to have expected this and patiently explained that the competition for the Best Feature Film was extremely fierce.

"The Horse Shepherd" and "Night Rain in Bashan" were evenly matched, with the judges' votes being almost the same in several rounds of voting, and the situation was deadlocked for a while. In the last round of voting, "The Horse Shepherd" led "Night Rain in Bashan" by one vote. After the proposals were submitted, the final result was that the two films were tied.

"The rooster crows at dawn, the flowers bloom to welcome spring, and the egg lays a double yolk, which is also a good omen, implying that Chinese films have ushered in a new era."

Xie Fei, Zhong Dianfei and others looked at each other.

Fang Yan also winked at Xie Jin.

Although what you swallow is grievance, what you feed is the pattern!

After all, "The Shepherd" is already the biggest winner of the Golden Rooster Awards, winning six major awards including Best Feature Film, Best Director, Best Screenplay, Best Actor, Best Cinematography, and Best Art Direction, making it a standout.

"Teacher Fang."

Xie Fei called him aside to discuss something.

Fangyan thought it was a big deal, but it turned out that they wanted to continue giving the Beijing Film Academy students who stayed on campus during the summer the opportunity to make a movie, just like last year. Last year it was Shi Tiesheng's "Corner Without Sun", and this time it was Wang Anyi's "Rain, Rustling".

"I can't make the decision for her."

Xie Fei obviously expected his answer and said that he just wanted to be the middleman again and help to make connections.

Fang Yan pondered for a moment, nodded, and was then called by Xia Yan to visit various households and make himself known.

Soon there were unexpected gains, such as the famous film critic, Zhong Dianfei, whose son is Zhong Acheng, who wrote "The King of Chess", "The King of Children" and "The King of Trees".

For example, Ma Laifa from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Quyi Association, the young man with "strange looks" next to him can be recognized at a glance.

"Hello, Teacher Fang!"

"My name is Ma Yun, which means 'Ma' for horse herders and 'Yun' for tilling the field!"

Ma Yun bowed excitedly and held out his hands. "Just call me 'Xiao Ma'."

"Pony."

Fangyan raised his hand.

"Hey, Mr. Fang."

Ma Yun clenched his hands tightly. If he had clenched his hands a second later or if he had not clenched them firmly, it would have been disrespectful to the other teacher.

(End of this chapter)