When a play is performed, the actors are the most shining ones on the stage. But after the show ends, the screenwriter is the one who shines the most.
If movies are the director's art, then drama is undoubtedly the screenwriter's art.
Lin Chaoyang stood in the center of the stage, surrounded by a group of people, and there was a roar of applause and cheers from the audience. This feeling was intoxicating.
If he hadn't been working for free, everything would have been perfect. A small thought suddenly occurred to him, and then he spurned his own vulgar taste.
Why do you always think about money on such a grand occasion?
Vulgar, too vulgar!
Tao Yushu stood beside him, looking up at him as if looking up at a mountain, his eyes intoxicated.
Everyone on the stage forgot how long the curtain call took. Anyway, everyone bowed again and again, and the applause continued.
It wasn't until everyone returned to the backstage at the end that someone glanced at their watch and exclaimed: "It's half past nine!"
It was just early nine o'clock when the performance of "The First Floor in the World" ended. Unknowingly, they took the curtain call for half an hour, which was terrifying.
The half-hour curtain call is a bit exaggerated, but today the vast majority of the audience are students, and it's understandable that they can't control their emotions when they get up.
It has been half an hour since the performance ended, and everyone's initial excitement has gradually passed away, and physical fatigue has swept over them, but their emotions are still high.
Especially seeing several school leaders standing in the background waiting for them, this made everyone feel even more proud.
"Comrade Chaoyang, thank you for creating such an excellent drama for our Yan Normal University!"
Jia Zhen held Lin Chaoyang's hand with a smile on his face and a friendly attitude.
Just now, he was sitting in the audience and witnessed the style of "The First Floor in the World" with his own eyes. He was impressed by the brilliance of the drama and admired Lin Chaoyang who wrote the script. He looked at Lin Chaoyang with eyes full of appreciation and admiration.
"You're flattered." Lin Chaoyang said politely.
Jia Zhen shook his head and said, "No prize. When the performance was over, I heard some students talking that this play is not inferior to the level of talent and artistry at all. I fully agree. We students of Yan Normal University and Normal University are lucky to have
It is an honor to witness the birth of such an outstanding work."
Jia Zhen's high praise for Lin Chaoyang and "The First Floor in the World" made the students behind Lin Chaoyang overflowing with joy. Now they share weal and woe with Lin Chaoyang and "The First Floor in the World".
In their view, Jia Zhen's praise of the first two is also a compliment to them.
A student drama brought school leaders backstage to express their condolences, which is a joyful thing in itself, not to mention the fact that it received such high praise.
This kind of praise is also different from the enthusiastic response at the curtain call, because it has an official color of affirmation and gives everyone a sense of accomplishment in participating in a great cause.
The laughter continued in the backstage of the Yan'an Normal University Auditorium, and the students in the auditorium also left with excitement and joy.
They walked together in twos and threes, each with a surging heart and enthusiasm. Some commented on the plot loudly, some recited the lines in the play wildly, and some gestured excitedly with their classmates.
Many people are also talking about Li Luyang's kneeling in the audience during the curtain call.
In the eyes of the students, there was nothing self-deprecating or flattering about his actions, but rather a sense of piety.
In fact, isn't Li Luyang's behavior the embodiment of the psychological activities of these students?
Just now, they witnessed the birth of a stunning work, recalling every character on the stage, every line, and those wonderful moments that still leave them with an aftertaste of excitement until this moment.
After watching "The First Floor in the World", many people felt the urge to worship Lin Chaoyang, the screenwriter.
This night will surely become an unforgettable experience for many students from YNU.
"You have to look down on yourself first, so others don't dare look down on you. Hey! That's so exciting!"
Zhang Yaozhong and Chen Jiangong were walking among a group of students, reciting Lu Mengshi's lines on the stage. The more they recited, the more interesting they became, and they couldn't help but say a curse word.
He looked at Chen Jiangong again. Chen Jiangong had not spoken much since watching the play.
"Jian Gong, why don't you say anything? This time we are also watching "The First Floor". What do you think of it?"
There was a bit of laziness in Chen Jiangong's voice, and his tone was negative: "I don't want to talk, I don't want to comment."
"Why..." Zhang Yaozhong was about to ask, but suddenly shut up.
Whether it is "Beautiful Love" written by Li Chun or "Conscience" written by Chen Jiangong, it has caused a lot of repercussions among the student community and has also influenced many universities in Yanjing. But in the end, these are all
A game for students.
Compared with excellent dramas that truly have artistic vitality, there is an insurmountable gap.
In fact, everyone knows this very well.
But sometimes, we understand it in our hearts, but seeing this gap with our own eyes often makes people feel even more desperate.
Obviously, Chen Jiangong was facing this kind of despair at this time.
"Actually, I think there is still a big gap between "The First Floor" and "Tea House". Especially this group of actors, I'm serious, they are far behind Li Tong, Liu Zhida, let alone others.
A bunch of old artists competed."
Zhang Yaozhong saw that Chen Jiangong looked depressed, so he wanted to say a few words of comfort.
But as he was talking, he saw something wrong with Chen Jiangong's eyes when he looked at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Chen Jiangong's voice finally brought some emotion, "You can say less, are you as comforting as you?"
"Then how can I comfort you? We also have to face the gap. You can't let me tell lies with my eyes open, right?"
The two of them talked and walked to the place where the bicycle was parked when they came. This bicycle was bought by Chen Jiangong with royalties at the beginning of the year. With it, Chen Jiangong could move around the major universities in Yanjing more conveniently.
Chen Jiangong got into the car. Zhang Yaozhong sat in the back seat and held his waist. After waiting for a long time, Chen Jiangong did not move. He frowned and thought.
"Let's go?"
Zhang Yaozhong urged, but Chen Jiangong still didn't respond. Zhang Yaozhong got impatient and got off the car and was about to switch to him, but then Chen Jiangong seemed to have made a decision.
I saw him put his legs away, kick off his feet, and the bicycle rushed out.
"Hey, hey, I haven't gotten in the car yet!" Zhang Yaozhong shouted from behind.
Only then did Chen Jiangong realize that Zhang Yaozhong had not gotten in the car, so he stopped quickly and said, "Why are you getting out of the car? Hurry up!"
He was distracted just now, and now his tone was irritable, prompting Zhang Yaozhong to ask, "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
Chen Jiangong replied to him, pedaling his bicycle very fast, he left the gate of Yan Normal University and headed south.
"Hey, this is the wrong direction!" Zhang Yaozhong reminded.
Yan Normal University is located near the Northwest Third Ring Road in later generations, and Yan University is on the Northwest Fourth Ring Road. Returning to Yan University should be in a more northwest direction.
"I'm going to find someone."
"Who are you looking for in the middle of the night? They are not sleeping anymore?" Zhang Yaozhong asked in confusion.
"Just leave it alone. I disturbed his dream, and he has to thank me!"
The bicycle went all the way south, passed Xinjiekou, then Xisi, turned onto Chang'an Street and then headed east, passing through half of Yanjing City, until it stopped at an alley near Dengshikou in Dongcheng.
Zhang Yaozhong was not from Yanjing, so he was already confused at this moment.
They walked half of Yanjing City in the dark. If it weren't for the flashlight that illuminated the road, neither of them would have fallen down so many times.
At this moment, the car finally stopped, and Chen Jiangong took him to the gate of a courtyard in an alley.
No. 56 Shijia Hutong is a large house with three entrances, with a courtyard spanning from east to west. In the 1950s, when the Yanjing People's Art Institute was first established, this was the institute's headquarters.
Later, Renyi built a new department and theater, and it became a family courtyard where Renyi employees lived together. There was a building in the front yard of the courtyard, which was designed and built by Soviet experts at that time, and it was also a family building.
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Jiao Juyin, Shu Xiuwen, Zhu Lin, so...
No. 56, Shijia Hutong, hosts half of Chinese drama.
And Chen Jiangong braved the cold wind in the middle of the night to come here, looking for one of the pillars of human art - Lan Tianye.
It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, the yard was pitch dark, and every household was asleep.
Chen Jiangong and Zhang Yaozhong knocked on the door of the north room of Dongkua Yard, and human voices sounded in the room.
"Who?"
"Old Lan, I'm practicing my martial arts."
"Why did it come at this time? Wait."
The lights in the house came on, and there was a rustling sound of clothes being put on. After almost two minutes, the door opened.
After riding in the cold wind for almost an hour, Chen Jiangong and Zhang Yaozhong were now blushing from the cold. When Lan Tianye saw this, he had no time to complain, so he let them into the house and poured some hot water for them.
After the two of them calmed down, Lan Tianye asked, "What happened? You came here in the middle of the night."
"If it's not a big deal, can I come see you in the middle of the night?"
Chen Jiangong pretended to be here but didn't say why he was here. Lan Tianye said impatiently: "If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm an old man and I can't stay up all night with you."
"Do you still remember the drama I did some time ago?" Chen Jiangong asked.
"It's only been a few days. I'm old, not stupid." Lan Tianye teased Chen Jiangong, "What's wrong? What's wrong with the play? Isn't the response pretty good?"
Chen Jiangong nodded, "The response has been good, but that's not what I want to say. It's because the drama craze started in our school and also led to several surrounding schools, Shuimu, Renmin University, Yan Normal University... Now everyone is doing student dramas
, a while ago Yan Normal University wanted to imitate us in doing a drama, and invited Lin Chaoyang to write a script for them..."
"Lin Chaoyang? Is it Xu Lingjun?"
When he was at Yanda University, Chen Jiangong introduced Lin Chaoyang to Lan Tianye.
"Yes, that's him."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He wrote a play for Yan Normal University!"
The two of them repeated a few sentences like tongue twisters before Lan Tianye realized that what Chen Jiangong wanted to say was "this drama".
"What's so special about this play?"
Lan Tianye's first reaction was that Lin Chaoyang's play had violated some political taboo. After all, it was certainly no small matter for Chen Jiangong to come to Shijia Hutong in the middle of the night.
"No." Chen Jiangong shook his head and looked at Lan Tianye with a serious expression, "It's because the script was written so well!"
Lan Tianye was confused, what do you mean? The novel is so well written? You came here in the middle of the night to disturb my dreams, just to say this to me?
He had an expression of "You kid is entertaining me" etched on his face. He was just about to vent his resentment for being spared from Qingmeng, when he heard Chen Jiangong say:
"Not inferior to "Teahouse"!"
Lan Tianye was blocked when his words reached his mouth, and he looked at Chen Jiangong blankly, "What are you talking nonsense about?"
At this time, Zhang Yaozhong hurriedly interjected: "No nonsense. Comrade Lao Lan, that play really has the flavor of "Teahouse". You don't know, tonight's premiere at Yan'an Normal University, the auditorium exploded, and the curtain call was all over.
The applause didn’t stop for half an hour, and the students went crazy!”
Curtain applause for half an hour?
Lan Tianye looked at Zhang Yaozhong in surprise, and then rationally analyzed how much exaggeration there was in these words.
Let alone ordinary amateur performances, it is unheard of for the curtain call to last for half an hour even on a top stage such as the People's Art Festival.
They performed well at the Capital Theater and received an amazing ten minutes of applause.
If you clap for half an hour, your hands should not clap like bear paws?
This sounds like nonsense.
Seeing Lan Tianye's doubtful expression, Chen Jiangong corroborated Zhang Yaozhong's words.
"Lao Lan, don't believe it. You may think this is a bit exaggerated for your professional performance, but you have to know that the audience for today's performance are all us college students. Everyone is full of great enthusiasm for good works, not to mention
This is a drama created by our student body.”
Listening to Chen Jiangong's words, Lan Tianye's doubts were somewhat relieved, but he still couldn't believe it.
"How good does this drama have to be for you to praise it so much?"
Chen Jiangong said anxiously: "Why don't you understand yet? It's not about how good the acting is, but how good the script is."
Lan Tianye responded and said: "I understand, I understand."
He is a talented actor and has never acted poorly. This is like building a house on a mountain, but the altitude is higher than a house you build on the ground.
One of the important reasons why "The First Floor in the World" has gained such wild popularity among students like Chen Jiangong is the strong contrast between the excellence of the script and the immature performance.
Even though everyone is aware of the poor acting skills of the actors on stage, they are still willing to immerse themselves in the play and the dream created by the screenwriter.
Isn’t this enough proof of the excellence of the script?
However, as the saying goes, seeing is worth hearing a hundred times.
No matter how good Lan Tianye heard Chen Jiangong and Zhang Yaozhong praise him, he had no specific concept in his mind and could not attach any importance to it at all.
"Then you are here..."
Chen Jiangong said: "Have you forgotten that when I was drinking with you guys, didn't you always complain about the lack of good scripts in today's arts and crafts? I can guarantee you that you will definitely like "The World's First Floor". This script is too good."
It’s suitable for your art, and I strongly recommend this script to your art.”
After a long period of time, Mr. Lao She passed away, and Mr. Cao Yu's creative inspiration dried up. Renyi has faced a script shortage in recent years.
Therefore, the deputy director, who was an actor, had to personally serve as the leader of the creative team, personally planning and writing the script with the screenwriters.
But Renyi's screenwriting talents have fallen into a situation where there is no work. How can a good script be produced so quickly?
Therefore, in the past two or three years, Renyi has been plagued by a shortage of scripts.
This situation lasted until the 1980s, when Zhiwei People's Art hired a group of young screenwriters in their prime to improve. At that time, Yanjing People's Art's excellent crew produced one film after another, which could be called a renaissance.
Chen Jiangong's tone was sincere, and Lan Tianye felt the sincerity in his heart, and said seriously: "I understand. Will "The First Floor" still be performed tomorrow?"
this……
Chen Jiangong hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be performed. In two days there will be the January 29th Art Performance. They are going to participate in the performance. They should be performing in the past few days. They need to polish the stage more."
Lan Tianye nodded, "Okay, I'll go take a look with you tomorrow."
After receiving Lan Tianye's reply, Chen Jiangong was about to leave, but Lan Tianye quickly stopped him.
"It's already midnight and it's freezing cold. Where can we go? Just stay at our house for one night."
Chapter completed!