The literary era since 1979

Chapter 186 Ten Thousand Years is Too Long
June 6, afternoon.

At this time, standing on the playground were junior high school students including Fang Yan, each looking straight ahead at Fang Yan.

In response to many invitations from the school, and even a personal visit from the principal and the head teacher, Fang Yan reluctantly agreed to hold a literary lecture on "The Wreath under the Mountain" on campus.

But as I was talking, the style of the painting became wrong.

The principal and others standing on the platform were surprised to find that the topic had gradually deviated from the experiences, insights and feelings of "The Wreath under the Mountain" and seemed to have turned into a mobilization meeting before the high school entrance examination.

“The best way to commemorate heroes is to have more heroes emerge!”

“The best way to commemorate history is to create new history!”

“And it is the people who create new history!”

"Especially you energetic youngsters!"

Fangyan looked around with passion high.

The students in the audience were excited after listening to the speech, especially the third-year students who were about to take the high school entrance examination. They were all very excited, as if they had been given a shot of chicken blood by Teacher Fang, and could not wait to go to the examination room to fight hard.

After all, these days, there are no oath-taking rallies before exams, nor are there murderous slogans such as "Study hard until you die" and "Improve one point and kill a thousand people."

The dialect did not use these slogans, but shouted:

"classmates!"

"The future of our motherland will definitely belong to you young people!"

“Strong youth make a strong nation, and youth make a strong nation!”

"So Mr. Liang Qichao would say that today's responsibility does not lie with others, but with our youth. If the youth are wise, the country will be wise; if the youth are rich, the country will be rich; if the youth are strong, the country will be strong; if the youth are independent, the country will be independent; if the youth are free, the country will be free; if the youth are progressive, the country will be progressive."

"........."

"How beautiful is our young China, which will never grow old!"

"How great are the young people of China, their country has no boundaries!"

"Whoosh!"

In an instant, the applause was like a tide, surging.

Charlene stared at the dialect on the stage without blinking.

The students clapped their hands so hard that they turned red. They wished that tomorrow would be the high school entrance exam. Their pens were already thirsty for words.

"Yanzi, your brother said it very well."

Qin Mi turned her head, her eyes full of envy.

"That is!"

Fang Yan raised her chin, "My brother is a great writer!"

"Then why are your essay scores always so low?"

Qin Mi blinked.

"Mi Mi, you really bring up all sorts of issues!"

Fang Yan wrinkled her nose, and when she heard the principal announce "the show was over", she immediately ran off to find Fang Yan.

I saw him saying goodbye to the school leaders and teachers with a smile, tucked his briefcase under his arm, and walked slowly towards the parking lot.

"elder brother!"

"Why did you come here?"

"Hey, let me take you there."

Fang Yan stretched out her hand and took the bag for him.

Along the way, students kept greeting Fangyan.

"Hello, Teacher Fang!"

The timid ones will just say hello and leave.

However, the brave ones will not only come over on their own initiative, but will also hold the notebook and ask for autographs, like the Charlene in front of us.

Looking at her face that looked very similar to "Wang Fei", Fangyan suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen her in a park.

"for you."

"Thank you, Teacher Fang."

Charlene appears cold on the outside, but she shines brightly when she smiles.

Looking at her leaving figure, Fang Yan said that she knew her. She was a little celebrity in the school. She was a great singer and was known as the "Little Deng Lijun". She was also a member of the CCTV Galaxy Children's Art Troupe.

"Look at him, then look at yourself."

Fangyan rolled his eyes.

Fang Yan pouted and said, "Although I'm not good at singing, my academic performance is very good now. Sister Ruoxue and Sister Xiaoya both said that if I keep up, I will definitely have no problem getting into No. 2 Middle School!"

Fang Yan patted the little sister's head and said, "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Just do your best to perform at your best level."

"Yeah, don't worry, brother."

Fang Yan said: "Don't forget the martial arts novel you promised me."

"Wait until you get into a key high school!"

Fangyan walked to the parking lot and took out a dollar from his pocket.

Fang Yan's eyes immediately lit up.

"When I got home from school, I told my mom that I would not be home for dinner that night because a friend of mine was coming to Yanjing from western Guangxi."

Fangyan took the briefcase and unlocked the bicycle.

"okay!"

Fang Yan put the money in her pocket and watched Fang Yan leave.

"Ding-ling-ling", the crisp bell of the tornado rang.

Although Guo Baochang has lived in western Guangxi for a long time, he is still a Beijinger at heart. The two met at Fengze Garden and chatted while eating.

As the saying goes, "After eating Fengzeyuan, you have tasted all Shandong cuisine."

Two people ordered a table of Shandong cuisine.

Scallion-fried sea cucumber, coriander-fried squid rolls, crispy chicken...

"Teacher Fang, I'll toast to you." Guo Baochang raised his glass with a smile on his face.

Fangyan clinked glasses and drank them all in one gulp.

“I haven’t eaten such authentic food for a long time.”

Guo Baochang picked up a squid roll and put it in his mouth, his eyes seemed to be filled with endless thoughts.

Fangyan asked, "Director Guo has been in western Guangxi for quite a few years, right?"

"If you count the years, it's almost ten years."

Guo Baochang said: "In these years, I have been to Yanjing only a few times."

"Then we have to stay in Yanjing for a few more days."

Fangyan said that we must do our best to be good hosts and repay the warm hospitality during our time in western Guangxi.

"Speaking of this, I really didn't expect it."

Guo Baochang said with emotion: "Teacher Fang and Comrade Cun Bao actually created such a masterpiece in our Guixi Factory."

Fangyan asked about the novel's situation in western Guangxi.

Guo Baochang said it couldn't be more popular.

Since the serialization of "The Wreath under the Mountain", the "Guixi Daily" has become extremely popular. Some leaders of the Guixi Factory were very upset that they missed this bright moon because they were so close to the water.

"It's not easy to grab the film adaptation of "The Garland Under the Mountain". I guess all the studios in the country are eyeing it now."

Fangyan reminded.

"We don't dare to have extravagant hopes. The Guixi factory is just a small factory and there is no way it can compete with those big factories."

Guo Baochang said: "We are very lucky that Teacher Fang is willing to hand over such an important work as "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" to Guixi Film Studio."

Fang Yan said, "How does Guixi Factory plan to shoot?"

"Teacher Fang, we all know that for a movie, nothing is more important than the script."

Guo Baochang directly conveyed Wei Bi Da's intention, hoping that he, the Golden Rooster Award-winning screenwriter, would come forward and write the script himself.

"This is going to be difficult."

Fang Yan said: "I have been busy lately and I am afraid I can't spare the time and energy to write the script."

"Teacher Fang, don't worry, we are not in a hurry. Director Wei said we can take it slow." Guo Baochang picked up the Guixi Sanhua wine he brought with him and filled their glasses.

Fangyan clinked glasses with him again and listened to him talk about his difficulties.

The Guixi Factory started late in development, produced few films, had low visibility, and especially had a severe shortage of professional talent in various fields.

"Therefore, the factory pays special attention to this group of college students!"

“We originally asked Beijing Film Academy for more than 10 people, but in the end, only five people were assigned.”

Guo Baochang sighed softly.

Fang Yan asked: "Besides Zhang Yimou, who are the other four?"

Guo Baochang answered truthfully, and then said helplessly: "It is understandable. When I was assigned to the Guangxi Film Academy from Beijing Film Academy, I felt like I was exiled to the frontier and abandoned by the school. If I put myself in their shoes, I believe these junior students feel the same way."

Fang Yan half-jokingly said, "Why do I feel like you're here to pick them up, like you're escorting prisoners to exile in Lingnan?"

"That's right. Wei Changchang specifically told me to do that."

Guo Baochang smiled bitterly and said, "On the way, let me, as a senior, do some ideological work for the younger students."

Fang Yan said: "It may not be enough to just do ideological work for them. It would be better to give them some practical advice."

Guo Baochang said: "We have thought about this too. Director Wei has decided to arrange a 60-square-meter house for each person."

Fangyan said, "I'm afraid the house isn't attractive enough?"

“Isn’t that enough?!

Guo Baochang was surprised and said, "To be honest, even I had to become an art director to be allocated a house of this size, but they moved in right after they arrived. I wonder how many people in the factory are jealous of them."

Fang Yan asked: "If you were Zhang Yimou and his friends, would you prefer a bungalow in Yanjing or a house in Guixi?"

"........."

Guo Baochang fell silent and was speechless for a moment.

Fang Yan said: "So, they may not appreciate it."

Guo Baochang said embarrassedly: "But this is already the best thing our Guixi Factory can give you!"

Fang Yan said mysteriously, "Maybe not?"

"Teacher Fang, what do you think?"

Guo Baochang was startled and quickly poured him some wine.

"Director Guo, I also lived in Guixi Factory for a period of time. To be honest, if I were Zhang Yimou and others, I would not be happy to come to your factory to work and move my household registration from Yanjing to Guixi, even if I was given a bigger house." Fang Yan said leisurely, "You still have to start from their real needs."

“What’s the real need?”

"Yes, and it is the most basic need."

"I really can't guess, can you give me some hints?"

"Put yourself in his shoes. When Director Guo was assigned to the Guixi Film Studio, what did he want most? Filming and housing..."

"Of course I want to make a movie. It would be best if I could be independent..."

Guo Baochang suddenly realized, "Teacher Fang, you mean to let them make the film independently!"

Fangyan pretended that it had nothing to do with him, but he felt relieved inside.

After going around in circles for a long time, he finally "tricked" Guo Baochang into thinking of this.

Of course, "That Mountain, That Man, That Dog" must be filmed by Guixi Film Studio, but it must be filmed by Zhang Yimou and others from Guixi Film Studio!

It’s not that he looks down on other film crews at the Guixi Film Studio, but that only Zhang Yimou and his crew can satisfy the film effects he wants.

Nowadays, film studios often promote people based on seniority, with old employees mentoring new employees. Newcomers must start as apprentices and work their way up step by step.

For example, Zhang Yimou, according to convention, has to work his way up from third assistant photographer, to second assistant photographer, to chief assistant photographer, and then to independent photographer, which takes at least ten to eight years. The same goes for directing and art design.

Do I have to wait for them for another ten or eight years?

Ten thousand years is too long, we must seize the day!
(End of this chapter)