After listening to Liu Qiong's thoughts, Lin Chaoyang pondered for a moment and said: "The first way of acting is too tacky, but the second way is touching and affectionate, which is really good. But this is a parting scene between father and son, so handling it this way makes the mood weak.
a little.
Xu Lingjun in my novel and script rejected his father's idea of ​​taking him abroad, which also allowed his father Xu Jingyou to see that his son was determined, independent and full of confidence in the future.
Therefore, in addition to the sadness of separation, Xu Jingyou's heart should not be so sad. Instead, he feels more relieved when he sees his son's maturity."
At this point, Lin Chaoyang hesitated. He was sad but not sad, and could make people see the character's relief and affirmation of his son. How should he express it?
Lin Chaoyang is not a professional actor. He has ideas but no ability to put them into practice.
While he was thinking, Liu Qiong was also thinking that he understood what Lin Chaoyang meant, and he definitely couldn't show this emotion in the way he just did.
After a while, Liu Qiong stood up, pointed to her side and said to Zhu Shimao: "This is the airplane ramp."
Zhu Shimao immediately stood up and cooperated with him, and Liu Qiong simulated the scene of Xu Jingyou walking to the gangway.
It was about to say goodbye. He turned around and looked at his son in front of him, then slowly took a step back, as if he wanted to imprint his son's appearance in his mind. His eyes were full of reluctance and sadness.
Zhu Shimao looked up at his "father" with equally deep emotion. At this moment, their feelings were communicating with each other like electricity.
Xie Jin watched the two people's performance and couldn't help but clapped his hands and said: "Okay!"
Lin Chaoyang said: "Old Liu, please add another sentence, 'Let me see you again'."
Liu Qiong's eyes lit up when she heard these words, and she performed it again.
When they finally parted, Xu Jingyou and his son Xu Lingjun were standing by the ramp of the airplane. He couldn't help but step back to imprint his son's appearance in his mind. He couldn't help but say: "Let me see you again!"
At this moment, Zhu Shimao, who played Xu Lingjun, could no longer control his inner emotions. It was as if the old man in front of him was really his father who had been separated for many years. Tears burst into his eyes. Unable to restrain his inner emotions, he stepped forward and held the hand of his "father" tightly.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Xie Jin clapped his hands vigorously and said excitedly: "The emotion is there! It's there! This processing is great, the true feelings are revealed, it is a completely natural reaction to the true feelings, Shi Mao's last action was very good!"
The performance, which lasted just over thirty seconds, completely showed the intense emotional state of the separation between father and son. Even Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but applaud.
"Okay, this is the right acting, and the mood is right. The low mood of parting has become high. This scene is consistent with Xu Lingjun's mood at the end of the film when he runs towards the sun and returns to the earth that raised him."
Listening to the two people's compliments, Liu Qiong and Zhu Shimao also laughed happily. Liu Qiong said: "Artistic creation still requires brainstorming."
A few people chatted and laughed, and discussed the performance methods of several scenes in the room. In the evening, Xie Jin took Lin Chaoyang to have a drink before letting him leave.
The official opening day of Yan'an Normal University was one day later than that of Yan'an University. On this morning, the campus was already busy at the dawn of dawn.
In September, not only the semester starts for old students, but also the admission of new students.
Early in the morning, many teachers and students were preparing to welcome the new students. They set up tables and chairs at the school gate and in front of each department building early, and put up welcome banners.
While everyone was busy, the roar of a motorcycle attracted the attention of many people. Looking up, they saw a red motorcycle galloping on the campus, and the figure on it was heroic.
"Motorcycle? So rich!"
"Isn't it too popular to ride a motorcycle in school?"
"If someone is rich, what's wrong with riding a motorcycle?"
Amidst the comments from passers-by, Tao Yushu rode his motorcycle to the second floor of the teaching building.
It was very lively in front of the second floor of the classroom in the morning. The classmates hadn't seen each other all summer vacation. When they met today, they were extremely affectionate. They didn't even go into the building. They just stood at the door of the building and chatted affectionately.
Tao Yushu's motorcycle rode over from a distance, attracting everyone's attention to her.
She parked the motorcycle, took off her helmet, and her long hair fell down. She had an indescribable sense of heroism and chicness. Only then did everyone realize that she was Tao Yushu.
"Ah! Yushu, it's you!"
Wu Yingfang was surprised and walked forward to greet Tao Yushu.
"Yingfang!"
When Tao Yushu saw his old classmate, he greeted her with a bright smile and said hello to everyone else one by one.
"Yushu, when did you buy the motorcycle?"
Wu Yingfang circled around Tao Yushu's motorcycle twice with great interest. Not only him, but when he saw Tao Yushu riding a motorcycle, others also came over and looked left and right at her and the Yamaha 125.
In high spirits.
"Yushu, how much did this motorcycle cost? Isn't it cheap?"
"What brand is this? YA~MA~HA, a Japanese brand, right?"
…
A group of classmates were all asking questions. She felt a little uncomfortable being watched by everyone. She got off the car and walked to the door on the second floor of the classroom. The group of classmates still commented on her motorcycle with great interest.
"Oh! You are so awesome. I haven't seen you for a whole summer, and you are already driving a motorcycle." Wu Yingfang said half enviously, half jokingly.
Tao Yushu said: "It's just a means of transportation."
"Stop talking, stop talking. I can't listen to this. I also want such a means of transportation." Wu Yingfang shouted innocently.
"Tell me the truth, how much did this motorcycle cost?" Wu Yingfang asked again.
A classmate also asked this question just now, but Tao Yushu was embarrassed to answer in public. Now Wu Yingfang asked her alone, and Tao Yushu had to say: "I bought this at the Friendship Store and it cost more than 2,600 yuan."
Wu Yingfang counted with her fingers and exclaimed, "Isn't that almost four thousand yuan?"
"Keep your voice down, don't whine!"
Wu Yingfang said carelessly: "You have come to school on a motorcycle, and you are still afraid of what I will say?"
Tao Yushu's expression was slightly helpless. Wu Yingfang was right. On the campus of Yan'an Normal University today, her motorcycle is really eye-catching.
Taking their Chinese department as an example, among the more than 100 students in level 7 or 7, only a dozen of them own bicycles, which is less than one-tenth.
This is because many of their students have worked before and have certain financial strength.
In the following years, even fewer students owned bicycles.
When everyone didn't even ride a bicycle, she was already riding a motorcycle.
If we make an analogy, today's bicycles are equivalent to the scooters of later generations, and Tao Yushu's motorcycle is equivalent to driving a supercar into the campus, and its popularity is self-evident.
"Your Comrade Chaoyang is really willing to spend money on you!" Wu Yingfang said with envy.
Tao Yushu and she are both students. Although she occasionally publishes some commentaries to earn some royalties, expensive industrial products such as motorcycles are definitely not something she can afford. It must be a profitable writer like Lin Chaoyang.
Bought for her.
Listening to Wu Yingfang's words, Tao Yushu smiled generously and said: "He is not willing to spend money on me, why should he spend money on you?"
Wu Yingfang said in shame and annoyance: "You are talking nonsense, I will tear your mouth to pieces!"
The two laughed and joked for a while, and the students' enthusiasm for the Yamaha 125 gradually dissipated, and one after another they entered the second floor to prepare for the first class of the new semester.
The next day, Lin Chaoyang was at work, and Li Shuguang suddenly came over.
Lin Chaoyang thought he was here to compile a manuscript, but Li Shuguang said: "Chaoyang, our publishing house plans to publish an anthology of novels and would like to include your "Wrangler" and "Little Shoes"."
The publication of a collection of novels means that there will be royalties again. Lin Chaoyang was naturally happy to agree, but he was also a little curious as to what the title of this novel collection was.
After Li Shuguang's explanation, he learned that this novel selection was originally planned at the invitation of the friendly country Yugoslavia. It collected short and medium-sized novels that have been relatively influential in China in recent years. By then, this novel selection will be translated and published in
Yugoslavia.
"How much is the royalties?" After listening to Li Shuguang's words, Lin Chaoyang asked the question he was most concerned about.
"Three yuan for a thousand words."
"Is it too little?"
"It's quite a lot. How much royalties did you receive for these two novels?"
"No matter how much I charge, it's still what I worked so hard to write. If you add a little more, how can the manuscript fee you offer be so low? It's already the same price as the reprint fee."
Li Shuguang looked at Lin Chaoyang helplessly, "Some are lower than us, those local publications..."
"Nonsense! Can you compare yourselves with those local publications? After all, they are also publishing houses with the prefix "国", so you have to come up with some structure."
Lin Chaoyang tried to brainwash Li Shuguang, but Li Shuguang refused to accept his trick, "I'm not responsible for the royalties. Otherwise, you can go to the company and discuss it with the leader."
"Forget it, I don't want the royalties anymore. Don't accept them for the novel."
Li Shuguang didn't expect Lin Chaoyang to flip the table if he disagreed, so he had to pull him and persuade him: "You also have to understand us. This is a task from above. The novel selection is a loss-making business."
"Have you done enough to make money? Who asked you to carry the word 'people' on your head? Are you just cheating me, the people?"
Li Shuguang couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Okay, okay, I'm convinced. When I get back, I'll look into increasing the manuscript fee for you. How much do you want? Don't be too outrageous!"
"A thousand words and eight dollars."
"It's too high, we're just like reprinting it..."
The two argued for a long time, and finally Lin Chaoyang agreed to a price of six yuan per thousand words.
After Li Shuguang left, it was almost lunch time. Lin Chaoyang strolled towards the cafeteria. Passing by the poster board at the entrance of the dining hall, he saw students who were preparing to eat and were watching, so he joined them.
The poster section of Yanda has always been full of excitement. In the past few years, big-character posters were an exclusive reading material here, but now they have become a place for students to express their poems and various opinions.
Lin Chaoyang came to the poster column and saw the words on it through a few heads.
"Looking at the pros and cons of personal heroism from the perspective of "Chess Master".
Different from the extreme views of the articles in "Shanghai Literature", this review focused on whether the protagonist Jiang Nansheng's sacrifice was worth it.
The author's attitude is very clear. I believe that Jiang Nansheng's actions were entirely motivated by his own impulse. It seemed that he was sacrificing his life to serve the country, but in fact it was a reckless act.
Since the publication of "The Master of Chess", many review articles have been published about the novel. Lin Chaoyang was not surprised that some students in Yan University expressed their views on this novel.
He looked around, but he didn't expect that there were quite a lot of students watching, at least twenty or thirty, and they were all gathered around the poster board, talking animatedly.
Someone recognized Lin Chaoyang and boldly shouted: "What does Comrade Chaoyang think of this article?"
Others also saw Lin Chaoyang at this time and couldn't help laughing.
Lin Chaoyang said with a smile: "Not bad, good writing!"
After he finished speaking, he withdrew, not giving these students a chance to act strange.
After dinner, he went for a walk by Weiming Lake as usual.
In September, the heat is gradually gone, and even the wind is getting a little cooler. Just standing under the sun, the power of the autumn tiger cannot be underestimated.
Lin Chaoyang followed the willow shade all the way to the vicinity of the Bell Pavilion and saw several students there.
Zha Haisheng saw Lin Chaoyang from a distance, waved to him, and Lin Chaoyang walked over.
Chapter completed!