Lin Chaoyang was speechless, "Why are you looking at me? Do you believe him and say this? You don't think he doesn't even have this little creative freedom, right?"
Everyone thought about it, and looked at Zhang Yimou again, and saw that he looked honest and honest, honest and pure.
Zhang Yimou was just polite, but unexpectedly he stumbling on his boss's father. He hurriedly pulled Yu Hua, "I think there are some places in "Alive" that are not detailed enough-"
Seeing that the two of them were together, Li Tuo and Zhu Wei were not easy to disturb him.
"Ye, Chaoyang, how are you writing your new book?" Li Tuo asked.
"Still writing."
"What is the content of the new book about? This time it is the "birth" of "birth, old age, sickness and death"? Let me tell us."
"It's probably about telling the story of an old hunter and five dogs-
Lin Chaoyang told the story he was writing. Li Tuo and Zhu Wei gradually became fascinated until Lin Chaoyang finished talking about the general plot of the novel, and the two of them reminisce about it for a long time.
Finally, Zhu Weicai said, "Your story feels a bit like "The Old Man and the Sea"!"
Li Tuo opposed: "It's still different. "The Old Man and the Sea" focuses on 'a person can be destroyed, but cannot be defeated'. It is a praise of the human indomitable spirit, but it is also limited to the perspective of personal heroism.
superior."
"The protagonist of Chaoyang novel An Bren has the unyielding spirit of San Diego, a broader mind to save people, and the portrayal of those hunting dogs has also made the story more humanistic.
"In the spiritual core, this story has the shadow of "The Old Man and the Sea", but it is more breadth and depth than "The Old Man and the Sea".
As a senior Lin Chui, although he only heard Lin Chaoyang tell a rough story, Li Tuo's content is enough to output a few high-quality literary comments.
Zhu Wei pondered and said, "So, is this "birth" the "birth" of seeking survival?"
Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Yes."
"Chaoyang, I have a question. After hearing what you said, I feel that the length of this novel is probably not too long, right?" Li Tuo asked.
"It shouldn't exceed 160,000 words."
The new novel is shorter than Lin Chaoyang's previous works, but it is already very long compared to the 40,000 words of "The Old Man and the Sea".
Li Tuo recalled what Lin Chaoyang said, "This type of novel should not be too long, otherwise it would be easy to reduce the urgency of the story and the immersion of the readers when reading it."
"Yes, I thought so too."
After chatting for a while, Li Tuo begged Lin Chaoyang to take out the manuscript of the novel and give them a glimpse of it first. It took only half a day to see it. It was not until Yu Hua left with Zhang Yimou that the two of them came to their senses.
"Where are you going?" Li Tuo asked Yu Hua.
"It's late today, so I won't cause trouble for Teacher Chaoyang. Yimou wants to talk to me about some details, and "Alive" may have to add some content."
After Yu Hua finished speaking, he left Xiaoliubukou Hutong with Zhang Yimou, went to Santana at Zhang Yimou's entrance, and drove all the way to Sanyuan Bridge.
Finally, Santana stopped at the entrance of a villa area. The gate of the community was magnificent, with the words "Lijing Garden" written on it.
Zhang Yimou suddenly reminded Yu Hua: "Don't tell anyone about this place."
"I understand, don't worry." Yu Hua said relaxedly.
Lijing Garden is a community that was just built last year. Because it is a foreign-related project, the housing price in the community has reached a sky-high price of 10,000 yuan per square meter. It is said to have set a legendary record of "selling 60 units in 4 hours" when opening. It is now the top luxury house in Yanjing.
Zhang Yimou led Yu Hua into a double-storey villa with a spire roof, looking like a small church.
When he walked into the interior, the space was spacious, comfortable and gorgeous. It was much bigger or more luxurious than the small nest of Yu Hua and Chen Hong. As soon as he entered, he felt that his eyes were sunny and he was trapped in the decoration of the house.
Then Yu Hua saw a bright and beautiful figure. He was surprised and immediately suppressed the turmoil in his heart and greeted Gong Li on the opposite side.
This time he finally understood why Zhang Yimou had just told him what he said before entering the door!
After saying hello, the atmosphere felt a little awkward. Yu Hua asked, "Yimu, your house is not cheap, right?"
After asking this, Zhang Yimou's face twitched.
Gong Li said generously: "I bought this house."
"ah!"
The short cry contained surprise, surprise and embarrassment. Yu Hua coughed twice to hide his embarrassment.
Gong Li is now an international film queen. Some time ago, "Movie Review" reprinted an article from Wandao's "World Movie" magazine, saying that she has been making continuous film appointments and the single film pay has reached HK$1.5 million.
With her income level, it is not surprising to buy such a garden villa.
"I will talk to Yu Hua about his "Living". I plan to shoot this in the next film." Zhang Yimou explained to Gong Li.
Gong Li nodded, "You guys sit down, how about drinking some coffee? You can try the Arabica beans I brought back from Italy."
The "high-end noun" mentioned by Gong Li made Yu Hua feel a little ashamed. Although he didn't know what this Arabica bean was, it did not prevent him from nodding.
"good."
Gong Li went to make coffee, Zhang Yimouli asked Yu Hua to sit down, and as soon as his butt touched the sofa, he felt a softness surrounded.
I don’t know if it’s a preconceived relationship, but Yu Hua only feels that all the things in this house are high-end and luxurious.
He has been in Yanjing for four or five years and has visited many places, but this is the first time he has come to a high-end house like Lijing Garden.
Yu Hua subconsciously compared this villa with Xiaoliubukou Hutong. He felt that except for occupying a piece of land, the rest was almost crushed by Lijing Garden.
It is truly worthy of being the number one luxury house in Yanjing!
Gong Li came over with two cups of coffee, and Yu Hua finally tasted what Arabica beans are, and he felt sour and bitter.
This thing is far worse than instant coffee!
Coffee doesn't matter, what matters is the adaptation of "Living".
Zhang Yimou is not a talkative person, but when talking about movies, he always talks freely and is full of energy.
Yu Hua was chatting with him, and Gong Li sat aside and listened quietly. Yu Hua was occasionally distracted. When he saw Gong Li's face, he would inexplicably think of various reports in the media.
Then he quickly focused his attention and listened to Zhang Yimou's thoughts.
After chatting for several hours, it was getting dark outside. I gradually sorted out the idea of ​​adaptation. At the end, Zhang Yimou talked about the creation of the script.
He expressed his hope that the author Yu Hua could serve as the screenwriter, but given that Yu Hua had no experience in writing a movie script, Zhang Yimou said he would call him a reed again.
"Farewell My Concubine" swept Cannes last year, and the screenwriter Lu Wei also became famous in one fell swoop.
Yu Hua had no objection to this, but instead felt that it would be a great thing if Lu Wei could serve as the screenwriter, and it would be equivalent to escorting the adaptation of "Living".
Then Zhang Yimou mentioned the issue of copyright fees and royalties.
"According to our Lin Family Pictures' rules, the copyright fee is generally HK$200,000—"
"200,000?"
Yu Huazai had imagined the copyright fee for adapting the novel, but the 20-square-meter Hong Kong dollar was still far beyond his expectations, which made him exclaim.
Zhang Yimou naturally knew that this number was a big number for mainland writers. He continued: "In addition, if you are a screenwriter, you will have a Hong Kong dollar royalty fee of 100,000."
That is HK$300,000, what is it converted into RMB?
It seems to be about 220,000!
Yu Hua was a little dizzy by the huge sense of happiness.
No matter whether he was working or writing, he had never made so much money. If he counted the money he had made over the years, he might not even have one-tenth of this number.
"And—" Zhang Yimou's words didn't stop.
besides?
Yu Hua is already stupid. Is it so profitable to make movies? No wonder Gong Li can buy such a big villa!
"After the movie is released, you and Lu Wei will also have some dividends as screenwriters."
Yu Hua asked curiously, "How much can there be dividends?"
"This is not good, I have to pay attention to the movie." Zhang Yimou thought about it and gave an example, "The previous movie of Lu Wei has won more than HK$2 million so far."
HK$2 million!
Yu Hua took a deep breath. This number had completely exceeded his perception. Yu Hua couldn't figure out how he could make so much money by writing a script.
Zhang Yimou had to patiently explain to him how Lin's films treated the screenwriter well, and said:
"Farewell My Concubine won the Cannes Palme d'Or, and the box office in the Mainland and Hong Kong alone combined was HK$82 million.
Moreover, it is very popular in Europe, the United States and other Western countries. Overseas distribution rights have been sold in more than 40 countries, bringing Lin's Pictures more than HK$100 million.
If you can win the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film in two months, it will not be impossible to double your income."
After saying that, he specifically emphasized, "Actually, if Lu Wei was the screenwriter of our company, his dividend could be 0.5%.
Yu Hua fell into aphasia, and he no longer had the brain to calculate how much the 0.5% dividend is.
Yu Hua suddenly thought that Zhang Yimou made a big splash with "Farewell My Concubine". Didn't his own "Qiu Ju Fight" win the Venetian Golden Lion Award?
If a screenwriter makes so much money, how much does a director make?
"and you--"
Before Yu Hua could ask about his question, Zhang Yimou interrupted him, "Let's not talk about this, let's not talk about this!"
Yu Hua couldn't help but laugh in silence when he looked like a landlord Lao Cai who was very careful in his calculations.
Then he couldn't help but look forward to it. If he could win the gold medal in the three major European countries after the adaptation of "Living", wouldn't he be able to make millions of yuan?
He remembered the Zhuang Chongwen Literature Award mentioned by Li Tuo during the day. After comparison, he felt that 100,000 yuan was nothing.
Yu Hua suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, otherwise he could also be a screenwriter in Lin's Pictures!
Then, he immediately calmed down again.
Writing novels is the foundation of his life. As long as he continues to write good works like "Living", is he still afraid that there will be no chance to make a lot of money when adapting them?
Thinking of this, Yu Hua's inner desire for creation suddenly became hot, and his creative enthusiasm had never been as high as it is now!
In Xiaoliubukou Hutong, Yu Hua was abducted by Zhang Yimou, Li Tuo, Chen Jiangong and Zhu Weichong Window read the novel manuscript and gave a very high evaluation.
When they listened to Lin Chaoyang's talk, they felt that the whole story was dangerous and undulating, but when the story was presented in the form of words, the feeling was more abundant than when they listened to the story.
According to Lin Chaoyang's plan, the novel is about to end in less than two words, and most of the plot has been completed. Reading it makes people feel refreshed.
The final plot of the novel stops when the hunter Amblen loses his last hound, Torokan, and faces the ice and snow of the Greater Khingan Mountains alone and unknown dangers.
Although they had already learned the resolution of the story in advance, the few people couldn't help but feel nervous and worried about it.
"Chaoyang, there's only such a little content, please write it quickly!"
After reading all the manuscripts, Li Tuo began to urge him to update.
"For the New Year, the donkeys in the production team have to take a break."
Lin Chaoyang's dialect is rough and not rough, which blocked several people's mouths.
"How long do you plan to finish writing?"
"It's almost done. I'll write it after fifteenth. I can finish it in half a month."
Listening to Lin Chaoyang's words, Li Tuo was a little dissatisfied. It took only half a month to say 20,000 words.
"Chaoyang, you are not as soon as you used to be!"
When people reach middle age, they are very sensitive to certain words.
Lin Chaoyang sarcastically said, "I have grown crops in this land a little slower, but it is also better than those that have never been harvested!"
Chen Jiangong and Zhu Wei echoed, "That's right, you still have the face to dislike others' slowness. No matter how slow the sun is, it will be faster than you!"
Li Tuo was embarrassed by the slap of several people. These people really slapped people in the face.
However, Lin Chaoyang was not very comfortable. He sucked Chen Jiangong and Zhu Wei's words, and the more he sucked, the worse he felt.
It was getting late in the night while talking and laughing, and everyone talked about sex without diminishing.
Li Tuo asked Lin Chaoyang again if he had any plans to publish this novel. Lin Chaoyang jokingly asked, "What? If you are not in his position, do you still have to do the politics?"
In 1989, writer Hao replaced Lin Jinlan as editor-in-chief of "Yanjing Literature", and Hao was a writer from a peasant background.
I have deep feelings for rural themes and rural writers.
In the past two years since he was in charge of "Yanjing Literature", he has paid a lot of attention and concentrated on launching a series of works on rural themes, and most of the authors are rural grassroots writers.
These writers are very familiar with the current rural life, but it is obviously not enough to engage in literary creation and accumulate real life alone. These works have obvious shortcomings in both artistic and ideological depth.
The most eye-catching one is that in the second half of the year before yesterday, "Yanjing Literature" published 25 short stories by Chen Shaoqian, a rural writer in Pinggu District, Yanjing, as its headline.
In the eyes of many people, these works are barely meeting the standards according to the selection requirements of "Yanjing Literature", but they were released with such a big fanfare by Hao, which was not only surprising, but also aroused criticism from the literary community.
It was precisely because of this incident that Li Tuo's dissatisfaction with Hao reached the limit and chose to leave "Yanjing Literature".
"Yanjing Literature is not good now. Not to mention whether the size is appropriate, the influence is also much worse."
After Li Tuo left, some writers were dissatisfied with Hao's style of "Yanjing Literature" and refused to contribute to "Yanjing Literature", which caused "Yanjing Literature" to an unprecedented low point.
"Yanjing Literature" originally belonged to a second-tier literary magazine, and its influence is even worse than before. Even if Li Tuo had feelings for "Yanjing Literature", he would not be able to go there to publish a novel.
Li Tuo's expression was full of shushing. He was still very affectionate about "Yanjing Literature". Now that the magazine has become like this, he feels regretful.
The bell rang at midnight, and Lin Chaoyang yawned and planned to go to bed.
Li Tuo and his friends didn't plan to leave, so they stayed in the west courtyard and talked at night with candles.
The next morning, Lin Chaoyang was brushing his teeth when he saw them yawning, sluggish, like eggplant caused by frost.
He laughed at the few people without mercy, and Chen Jiangong stole, "Fifty steps to laugh a hundred steps!"
After breakfast, Li Tuo and his friends left. Before leaving, they told Lin Chaoyang to hurry up and write a book, which immediately destroyed Lin Chaoyang's good mood.
After the eighth day of the lunar month, the two children were going to school, and the Tao Yushu sisters had to go back to Xiangjiang to handle the company's affairs.
Lin Chaoyang had not lived a leisurely life in Beijing yet. He planned to stay in Yanjing for a while on the grounds of calmly writing books.
Tao Yushu has always given all his strength to support Lin Chaoyang's creation and agreed happily.
After his wife and children left, Lin Chaoyang and two bodyguards were left in the family, Xiao Sun and Xiao Zhu.
The family suddenly became deserted from the noisy New Year. It was not unacceptable to Lin Chaoyang, but instead felt a long-lost relaxation.
On the Lantern Festival, Lin Chaoyang was organizing a meal and was busy with Zhang Guiqin.
Lin Erchun stood in the yard with one hand pinched his waist and the other holding his elder brother, feeding him everywhere!
"This broken thing cost more than 20,000 yuan, which is not as useful as a public phone!"
After calling the "mobile" phone, Lin Erchun entered the house and said a little annoyed.
"Mobile phones have to be moved!"
Although this playful sentence is a joke, it is also a reality.
"That's how mobile phones come from? This thing is so worthless!"
Lin Erchun felt distressed when he thought of his 28,000 yuan, and became impulsive.
"Yeah, you can't just look at the phone call. Think about it, how much attention did you attract when you go out with this thing on your waist? When you go out to talk to people, who doesn't take a high look?"
Lin Erchun thought about it and thought Lin Chaoyang's words had some truth.
He looked at the dishes in the kitchen again, and always felt like something was almost there, "Make a dumpling!"
Hearing this, Xiao Sun, the bodyguard responsible for cutting the pile, shook all over.
"Uncle Lin, today's Lantern Festival, don't eat dumplings, right?"
The dumplings made from the New Year’s Eve dinner were eaten for several days after the New Year, and they had already made a shadow on him.
"You kid, how many days have you lived? Are you tired of eating dumplings?"
"Dad, Xiao Sun and Xiao Zhu are from Guangdong." Lin Chaoyang reminded.
"What's wrong with Guangdong people? Guangdong people also have to eat dumplings!"
In Lin Erchun's logic, not to mention Guangdong people during the festival, Albanians have to eat dumplings even when they come.
"Go! Go and knead!"
A generation of soldiers, when he returned from retirement, he could only work with kitchen knives and wash basins, which made people shy.
I was busy until 12 noon and finally had a meal.
"Xiao Sun, eat more!"
Lin Chaoyang picked up a bowl of dumplings for Xiao Sun and then placed his target on Xiao Zhu, "Eat all, eat more!"
He advised others to eat it, but he didn't serve a dumpling in his bowl.
Halfway through the meal, Lin Erchun received a call and went out in a hurry, saying that a big customer was going to talk to today.
Xiao Sun and Xiao Zhu all breathed a sigh of relief and barely finished the dumplings in the bowl. Zhang Guiqin brought two bowls of round-frost in front of them.
"How can I not eat a nightclub during the Lantern Festival? Try it, it's made of roses with black silk!"
Xiao Sun and Xiao Zhu looked at the bowls of Lantern Festival, and felt the dumplings that had just entered their stomachs were surging, and their eyes turned black and dark.
After lunch, Xiao Sun and Xiao Zhu stood at the gate of the yard, with their backs bleak and slightly fat.
"I want to go back to Xiangjiang!" Xiao Sun said.
Xiao Zhu touched the belly of the "mountain and mountains", and the King of Soldiers remained silent and just nodded.
After fifteen years, Lin Chaoyang finally gathered his fighting spirit and prepared to end the novel.
As a result, he had been in the study for more than an hour that morning, but before he could get into the state, guests came to his house.
Yes, I can't write it anymore, it's too busy!
The guest who came and Lin Chaoyang was a family five hundred years ago, and was Lin Xianzhi, the editor of Huacheng Publishing House.
In the past, Li Shifei, the editor-in-chief, was directly responsible for Lin Chaoyang's manuscripts. Lin Chaoyang had met him when he went to Huacheng Publishing House, but he was not familiar with him.
After a few greetings from the door, Lin Chaoyang learned that Li Shifei had been ill since last year and had a myocardial infarction. He stayed in the intensive care unit for 13 days.
Last year, Li Shifei didn't go to Lin Chaoyang to urge the manuscript. He thought Li Shifei had discovered his conscience.
Unexpectedly, my heart was severely damaged.
During the middle, the two of them passed the phone call, and Li Shifei also told him to write with peace of mind, but did not mention his illness. "I really couldn't imagine it-" Lin Chaoyang shook his head, "Then how is he doing now?"
"He is in poor health. He loves to write poetry, and he becomes excited as soon as he writes poetry. He went to the hospital again in the second half of the year. Fortunately, he is not seriously injured and can't worry about work."
Lin Chaoyang looked slightly and understood what Lin Xianzhi meant this time. He was to do a job for Li Shifei and urge the manuscript by the way.
He took the initiative to mention the new novel, and Lin Xianzhi looked happy, but he didn't expect that the work he went to Beijing would go so smoothly.
He also learned about some of the ideas of the novel with Lin Chaoyang, read the manuscripts of the first tens of thousands of words, and was full of expectations.
"The first three series of "Birth, Aging, Sickness, and Death" are well received and popular. Your last "Birth", the literary world and readers are looking forward to it now!
Now, everyone's expectations are not wrong."
Lin Xianzhi's tone was a little excited, on the one hand, because the quality of the new novel was not inferior to the previous work, and on the other hand, because the great creative concept of "birth, old age, sickness and death" was finally completed after more than four years of creation.
"Just like Mr. Ba Jin's trilogy of the torrents and the love trilogy, your series of works are enough to leave a rich mark in the history of contemporary literature..."
Lin Xianzhi's praise may come from the heart, but it sounds a bit stingy. Lin Chaoyang waved his hand and interrupted him, and talked to him about the progress of the novel's creation, and agreed to submit the manuscript before May.
Chapter completed!