The literary era since 1979

Chapter 130: Written into the textbook

Mike has the confidence to call himself the king of dance.

At least she is talented in dancing.

In less than half an hour, Fangyan only explained the movements and demonstrated them several times, and Mike had mastered the moonwalk very smoothly.

Rub, rub, rub on the smooth ground.

During the teaching exchange, Fangyan learned that Mike's father, Old Mike, was a veteran of World War II and was captured during the Korean War.

He once had the "fortune" to participate in the world's only Prisoner of War Olympics, but later came to his senses and became a left-wing anti-war activist.

"My father is full of yearning for China."

"I have great respect for great people, so when I learned about the opportunity to study abroad, I came to China to study."

Mike said that he also wanted to come to China very much, because in the 70s, Bruce Lee made Chinese Kung Fu popular and set off a martial arts craze overseas. Foreigners like him came to the East to learn martial arts.

"Martial arts are not as easy to learn as the moonwalk."

Fang Yan watched his dance moves and said, "Very good. I have nothing more to teach you."

"Thank you, Teacher Fang."

Mike grinned and clasped his fists.

"Your fist gesture is wrong."

Fang Yan corrected him, "Left palm and right fist is Ji Bai. Right palm and left fist are used to determine the winner and the loser in a competition, and also decide life and death."

"It's a matter of life and death as well as a matter of strength?!"

Mike's eyes lit up. "Wow, that's a really cool sentence. Teacher Fang, do you know Chinese Kung Fu?"

Seeing him look like a martial arts fanatic, Fangyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Brother! I want to ask if you want to go boating together?"

At this moment, Fang Yan shouted.

At this time, young couples who visit the park will go boating.

"It takes a hundred years to be able to cross the river together", a single man and a single woman rowing a boat together has the implication that men and women can live together hand in hand.

It is much more subtle than the "I love you" of later generations.

At this time, Fang Hong and Han Yuemin were in the same boat.

Fang Yan, the "little light bulb", was pulled onto Fang Yan's boat and sat with Bai Ruoxue and Qiu Peining.

"Let's row our oars and push the boat through the blue waves."

"Young friends, let's meet today."

"Your figure and your singing voice will be forever imprinted in..."

On the small boats on the lake, the songs played over and over again were "Young Friends Come to Meet" and "Let's Row the Boat Together". Even more outrageous were the "degenerate music" such as "Homesickness" and "Orchid Grass".

“I’ve heard it all.”

“No one can sing as well as my brother.”

Fang Yan pursed her lips and saw Fang Yan rowing the boat. She was reminded of the song her brother always hummed while taking a bath.

"Brother! Brother! I want to hear you sing that song!"

"Sit down first."

Fangyan reminded.

Bai Ruoxue and Qiu Peining protected Fang Yan in the middle, and asked her softly which song she wanted Teacher Fang to sing.

"Yes, yes, um, we lingered on the shore of Lake Baikal." Fang Yan recited it softly according to her memory.

"........."

Fangyan immediately noticed their ferocious eyes.

"Where is Lake Baikal?" Qiu Peining asked curiously.

Bai Ruoxue replied that it was with the Russians.

"Strictly speaking, Lake Baikal belonged to China a long time ago. In ancient times, it was called the 'North Sea' or the 'Hanhai'. Huo Qubing conquered the Wolf's Lair Mountain, meditated in Guyan, and climbed the Hanhai. This 'Hanhai' may be Lake Baikal."

Fangyan explained: "It's a pity that during the Qing Dynasty, the Treaty of Nerchinsk and the Treaty of Kyakhta excluded Lake Baikal."

"So that's how it is. I thought Teacher Fang had been there."

Bai Ruoxue and Qiu Peining looked at each other.

"How could I have been there? I've only seen it on the world map."

Fangyan waved his hand, "It looks like a crescent moon."

"So how do we sing 'Lake Baikal'?"

"Teacher Fang, can you sing a few lines? Just a few lines, please?"

Bai Ruoxue, Qiu Peining and others immediately became interested, and even Han Yuemin, Yingda and others rowed their boats and slowly approached.

Under the hospitality, Fangyan cleared his throat:
"Ahem, just one paragraph. Sorry for the embarrassment."

"In my arms, in your eyes."

"There the spring breeze is intoxicating, and there the grass is green."

"The moonlight sprinkles love all over the lake..."

"We lingered on the shores of Lake Baikal."

Everyone was listening with fascination and enchantment, and they never expected the singing to stop abruptly. Fangyan said with a smile, "That's all."

what?
No way, Teacher Fang?

What's below? There's nothing below again!

Bai Ruoxue, Qiu Peining and others were in great pain. The novel was broken, the poetry was broken, and now the song was broken as well?

They only listened to half of it and felt itchy in their hearts, as if more than a hundred dialects were crawling on their bodies. It was so uncomfortable, Teacher Fang!

"I didn't expect that Teacher Fang is not only good at writing and dancing, but also good at writing lyrics and singing." Bai Ruoxue sighed regretfully.

"Teacher Fang is a poet, so writing lyrics is no problem for him."

"It's a pity that the National Excellent Mass Song Awards have already ended, otherwise, I would definitely vote for Teacher Fang."

"This song is so beautiful, is there really nothing more to say?"

“………” Yingda, Xiao Feng and others praised it highly.

Seeing Fang Yan smiling without saying anything, Qiu Peining held her cheeks with both hands and muttered softly: "It would be nice if I could hear him sing the whole song."

"This song seems more suitable than "The Hawthorn Tree"..."

Bai Ruoxue looked towards the rippling lake, her eyes full of autumnal beauty.

………………

On September 9, on the eve of the opening of the National College Students’ Drama Art Festival, drama troupes from universities across the country flocked to Yenching.

On that day, the Literary Gazette published an article in Fangyan about the performance art systems of Mei Lanfang, Stanislavsky and Brecht, which immediately caused a sensation in the literary and art circles.

At the same time, it also spread among the participating drama teams. Teachers and students regarded it as a treasure, circulated it one after another, and discussed it intensively.

The Chinese Academy of Drama, as one of the top performing arts schools in China, naturally attaches the greatest importance to it from top to bottom, from teachers to students.

"The competition is tomorrow, let's rehearse again."

"It doesn't matter this time, take a look at this!"

"what?"

Li Baotian was pulled over by Jiang Wen. Like Chen Daoming and the others, his eyes fell on the newspaper and he couldn't move them away.

The article on dialect is just a brief discussion, and there are not many professional terms. After being polished by big names such as Wan Jiabao and Feng Fengzi, it is easy to understand and concise, so that ordinary people can understand it.

"Well said, much more reliable than Sun Huizhu's 'Three Major Drama Systems in the World'! It's well-reasoned and well-founded!"

"I also think that Mr. Fang's summary is good. What drama system is clearly a performing art."

Jiang Wen couldn't help but think of that afternoon.

"Hey, I said."

Yue Hong asked: "According to Mr. Fang's classification, am I considered an expressionist or a methodist in this play?"

"We are all performance-oriented, while those people from Yanda University are experience-oriented. They are educated youth themselves. Otherwise, with their acting skills, how could they handle Under the Hawthorn Tree so easily?"

"If Under the Hawthorn Tree is given to us to perform, we will definitely win first place in this national art performance!"

"I went to see the performance of Yanda University that day. I think that in addition to Shanghai Theatre Academy and Beijing Film Academy, Yanda University will also be our strong rival."

"The top three will be able to perform at the Great Hall of the People. As long as we can guarantee the top three, it doesn't matter even if we lose to Yanda."

"It's not shameful to lose to Yanda, after all, we lost to Mr. Fang's "Under the Hawthorn Tree"."

Everyone was talking about it, all of them showing fear and envy...

Jiang Wen said seriously: "We at the Central Academy of Drama can lose to Yanda University and other schools, but there is only one thing we cannot lose to Beijing Film Academy!"

When this was said, all members of the drama troupe agreed.

We can lose the competition, but Nortel cannot win!

…………

Compared with the drama team's performance at the National College Students' Drama Art Festival, Beijing Film Academy has more important things to do right now.

Following the publication of Fangyan’s brief discussion on the performing arts system in the Literary Gazette, the latest issue of People’s Drama published a new discussion on the “three major drama systems in the world”, competing with the currently controversial Sun Huizhu.

Soon after, periodicals and newspapers such as "Foreign Drama" and "Opera Art" all joined in the discussion.

A single stone caused a thousand ripples, and the drama, opera, and even literary and art circles were all involved.

Xie Fei, Lin Hongtong and other teachers who were responsible for compiling the performance teaching materials of Beijing Film Academy were immediately called to a meeting as the teaching syllabus had changed!

There is no wall that is impenetrable, and the gossip quickly spread around the campus.

"Really that powerful?"

Zhang Yimou was astonished.

“More than amazing!”

Tian Zhuangzhuang revealed that the "Performing Arts Tutorial Actor's Learning Manual" originally written by teachers such as Lin Hongtong will be postponed due to the heated debate caused by these articles on dialects. It is hoped that the situation will change, and it may even be necessary to include dialects in textbooks.

"After hearing what you said, I can't wait to read it." Zhang Yimou couldn't help but sigh.

Tian Zhuangzhuang said: "I want to read Teacher Fang's articles, but I want to make Teacher Fang's novels into movies more."

"Who in the directing department doesn't want to film Teacher Fang's work? Me, you, Brother Kai..."

Li Shaohong said: "What I want to shoot most is "Under the Hawthorn Tree"."

Zhang Yimou said: “Me too.”

"Maybe there is such an opportunity. Don't forget that we will graduate next year. Can we ask Teacher Fang to help us with this graduation project like we did with the previous two summer shoots?"

Li Shaohong looked around.

"Impossible."

Tian Zhuangzhuang shook his head and laughed. Xie Tieli and Xie Jin had already set their sights on "Under the Hawthorn Tree". How could they, a bunch of small fry, have a chance to make a living!
Everyone sighed. Tian Zhuangzhuang's parents were very powerful in the Beijing Film Studio. Since he said so, the news must be correct.

"This is what I originally thought. Hu Mei and I will go see Teacher Fang first." Li Shaohong's eyes showed disappointment.

Tian Zhuangzhuang joked, "Could it be that you two want to use honey traps on each other's teachers?"

Li Shaohong rolled his eyes. "Go to hell. If I wanted the other teacher to use the honey trap, I wouldn't have asked Hu Mei. I should have asked Zhu Lin to come."

"What are you thinking about? Zhu Lin has already been married."

Tian Zhuangzhuang shook his head and sighed.

After three days of fierce competition, the National College Students' Drama Art Festival came to an end and the rankings were finally announced.

Beijing Film Academy was unfortunately not selected, while Yanda University's "Under the Hawthorn Tree" luckily ranked third.

The Central Academy of Drama's "In Silence" ranked second, meeting expectations, while the first place was "Infernal Affairs" by Shanghai Theatre Academy.

The script was copied verbatim from the Shanghai Drama Theatre. After all, this is a play that can be performed for seven consecutive days in Shanghai!

Among the top three, dialects account for two yuan!

That’s not all. For those university drama troupes that didn’t make it into the top three, their trip to Yenching was not completely without gain.

Take the newspapers and periodicals such as "People's Drama", "Opera Art", "Wenhui Daily" and so on that publish articles in dialect, and go back to where they came from. The dialect views are like dandelion seeds, which immediately take root and sprout all over the country, are widely spread and continue to be discussed.

The more we debate, the clearer the truth becomes. In the next few years, Beijing Film Academy, Central Academy of Drama, Shanghai Theatre Academy, and even opera schools will include dialects in their textbooks.

Even in the future, "my country's famous drama theorist, dialect" will appear in the tutoring materials of professional art examination institutions.

(End of this chapter)