The literary era since 1979

Chapter 212: Ten Years of Skill in This Punch
"Hot girl, hot girl, hot girl."

Gong Xing hummed a tune while eating and traveling with the Miao girls these days, going out early and returning late, and experiencing life.

However, the scene of a Shanghai girl wearing Dong ethnic costume blending into a group of Miao girls was too strange.

But whether it is the Miao or the Dong, they are all ethnic groups that are good at singing and dancing.

The song "La Meizi" is catchy with a simple melody. It spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred, and it quickly became popular in the Miao village. Everyone from the elderly to children could sing a few lines of it.

After all, this song can be sung not only by girls from Hunan, but also by hot girls from Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan, Guangxi and Jiangxi, without any sense of incongruity.

Dialects naturally do not exclude the widespread singing of songs by the masses.

Anyway, the copyright fee will be paid by the Guixi factory.

According to the Ministry of Culture's regulations on various types of remuneration for feature films, generally speaking, the remuneration for film composing shall not exceed 500 yuan.

As for the number of lyrics he wrote, there were very few of them, with only twenty or thirty words in one poem. But no matter how small, a mosquito leg is still meat.

This is all my money! My money!

Sitting at the table, he shook his arms and looked at the graph paper. Half of "Huang Feihong" was already completed.

The heroes and villains in the first "Top Gun" have distinct personalities. It is clear at a glance whether they are good or evil.

Whether it is the leader of the Shahe Gang who colluded with foreigners, or Yan Zhendong who aided and abetted the evil, the stories are not complicated and not difficult to write about.

On the contrary, Nalan Yuanshu in "A Man Should Be Self-reliant" is a complex character like Li Ya and Wu Jingzhong in "The Disguiser".

He was familiar with Western affairs, proficient in foreign languages, and understood the principle of "learning advanced foreign skills in order to control them." He hated foreigners and could see the situation clearly, but he stood on the opposite side of history and followed the Qing Dynasty to the end. Because he was a member of the Yehe Nara family, he was destined to be a royalist.

"Warfare is a risky move. The world is like a game of chess. We soldiers are all trapped in the world and have no choice."

In terms of identity, Fangyan designed it to be that Nalan Yuanshu and Nalan Xingde were of the same clan and origin, and a special plot was arranged for him.

Singing to the moon, reciting the poems of our ancestor Nalan Xingde.

However, the characters are not the most difficult part of writing.

The most difficult part is how to use words to write the martial arts sequences in a way that is both realistic and exciting.

After all, what I write is serious historical literature.

It is impossible to be like Jin Yong, Huang Yi and other new school of Hong Kong, flying around, exchanging internal energy, and the only thing left is to break through the void and ascend to heaven in broad daylight.

It can't be like in the movie "Once Upon a Time in China", where the Foshan Shadowless Kick is performed, where they really kick seven times sideways in the air, right?

Newton’s coffin lid can’t be held down anymore!

The martial arts world these days is not like it is in later generations where there are so many scammers claiming to be practicing traditional martial arts. They really have a solid foundation in martial arts.

Yu Hai, the "Mantis Fist", Yu Chenghui, the "Two-handed Sword Master"...

Fangyan tapped the table and fell into thought.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a lot of noise outside the house.

"Good! Good!"

"Clap clap clap!"

Amid cheers and applause, Gong Xing was performing for the children of the village in an open space, and they were getting along well.

It literally meant they fought together and performed a set of Taiyi Fist, which looked quite professional, although there was no sound of breaking through the air.

"Do you know martial arts?"

Fangyan was surprised to see her quick and neat movements.

“I just know some tricks.”

Gong Xing let out a breath and smiled.

Fangyan heard her say that it was Gong's father who taught her to practice martial arts since she was a child, and later when he went to the countryside to work in a production team, he taught her some self-defense skills to prevent her from being bullied. He looked her up and down as if he knew her all over again.

She has practiced this punch for more than ten years. Can she win?

"Sister, sister."

A girl came over and handed over a slender branch.

Soon after, the other children also rushed forward, surrounded Gong Xing and Fang Yan, and clamored to watch the sword-fighting performance.

Fang Yan was slightly surprised, "You also know swordsmanship?"

Gong Xing picked up the branch, touched the girl's head, and with a smile in his eyes, he said frankly that in order to take part in the role of Qiu Jin, he specially worshipped He Weiqi, a martial arts coach at the Shanghai Sports Palace, and systematically learned swordsmanship and boxing.

"I'll perform a piece for you and the children."

As he spoke, he clenched his fists, his eyes sparkled, and his entire demeanor changed drastically, no longer as weak as he looked.

Fang Yan watched her perform with great skill and couldn't help but think of finding a martial arts coach to learn from them.

After much thought, I remembered that I recently bought a house with a courtyard in Shichahai, which is not far from Shichahai Sports School.

My eyes suddenly lit up. I finally found a breakthrough after all the trouble I had solved, and I became more energized.

"Whoosh!"

Thunderous applause brought him back to his senses, and he saw the children clapping their hands in delight, filled with surprise and joy.

"It's embarrassing."

Gong Xing was sweating profusely and his palms were slightly dirty. He raised his hand and prepared to wipe the sweat with the back of his hand.

"I've been so busy creating these days that I forgot to give it back to you."

Fangyan handed over the handkerchief he was carrying.

"It's okay, Teacher Fang."

Gong Xing smiled and also took out his handkerchief.

"Oh! Oh! Brother and sister, please pass me the handkerchief!"

When the Miao children saw this, their faces were filled with excitement. They jumped and shouted.

"Shh! This isn't it!"

Gong Xing's cheeks flushed. After spending so many days together, he had some understanding of some of the customs of the Miao people.

Miao embroidery is a traditional token of love in the local area. If a handkerchief is handed to a man and he accepts it, the two parties have entered into a marriage contract.

The children opened their innocent eyes, emitting an innocent light. "Look, isn't it?"

Gong Xing explained while showing the handkerchief in dialect.

"what!"

"Why not?"

One after another, childish voices were heard, their tones filled with regret.

"I want you to help me look at my manuscript. Is it convenient now?" Fangyan coughed a few times to ease the awkwardness.

Gong Xing nodded slightly, and before leaving, he whispered to the children that this matter must be kept secret and not told to anyone else.

The boys and girls agreed, but couldn't help feeling strange.

Since it wasn't just handing over a handkerchief, why keep it a secret?
One of the girls suddenly said that Gong Xing had recently been asking her sister for advice on Miao embroidery.

After some speculation by the children, they came to a conclusion.

Gong Xing wants to give his elder brother a real Miao embroidered handkerchief!

………………

The two of them walked into the room in silence, one in front and one behind.

"Teacher Fang, that handkerchief..."

Gong Xing held the handkerchief in dialect and finally spoke out.

“It’s a difference in cultural practices.”

Fang Yan smiled and said, "Just think of it as a little anecdote that only the two of us know."

Gong Xing was about to hand over the handkerchief when he noticed that it was stained with dust and sweat from his palms. His cheeks turned slightly red.
"I'll wash it again and give it back to you."

"It's okay. You can stay here as my hostage for a few more days. Then we can exchange with each other."

"Pfft, alright!"

When Gong Xing heard the word "hostage", he laughed.

Fang Yan said: "Have you seen that Miao embroidery?"

Gong Xing nodded and told everything he knew.

Fang Yan said: "I am really curious. I wonder if I will have the chance to see it with my own eyes."

Gong Xing said: "You can look at it, but you must not accept it!"

"I already have one now."

Fang Yan handed her the manuscript of "Huang Feihong".

"Martial arts novel!?"

Gong Xing looked at him with curiosity. He never thought that Teacher Fang would write about martial arts.

The dialect explained the cause and effect, "Mr. Sun said that since firearms were introduced into China, many Chinese people have abandoned the art of fighting, which has weakened the entire society. However, they do not know that the final five minutes of victory are often decided when the opponent is fighting in close combat within five feet of the opponent's ground."

"It means that although martial arts cannot defeat guns and cannons, they can strengthen a nation's martial spirit..."

"So, martial arts novels are not just for the readers' entertainment. The chivalrous culture, martial arts spirit, and national sentiments in them are all positive energy."

"Just like the great man said, civilize the spirit and brutalize the body?" Gong Xing stared straight into his eyes.

Fang Yan clapped his hands, "Yes, that's what I meant!"

"My grandfather often said this when he taught me martial arts." Gong Xing flipped through the book with great interest.

Fangyan picked up the thermos, made a cup of chrysanthemum tea and brought it to her.

Then, just like the time at Guixi Factory, one watched silently and the other wrote quietly.

After a while, a burst of hurried footsteps sounded, breaking the silence in the room. Guo Baochang hurried over with a letter from Wei Bida in his hand.

It was sent out a long time ago, but it has only arrived here now.

After reading the dialect, it turned out that Zhu Lin, who was supposed to be starring in the guest show, could not come.

Guo Baochang said: "Her unit said that we can't borrow her to make a movie, but we can transfer her."

Fangyan asked: "Where are you being transferred to? To the Guixi Factory?"

Guo Baochang nodded and said that he and Wei Bidada had no objection to Zhu Lin being transferred to the Guixi Factory.

After all, major film studios such as Shanghai Film Group, Beijing Film Group, and Xi'an Film Group all have several golden flowers, but Guangxi Western Film Studio does not even have a single golden flower now.

If she is willing to come, she will definitely be trained as the "leading actress" by the Guixi Factory.

Zhu Lu?

Gong Xing was flipping through the book absentmindedly, listening with his ears perked up.

"That also requires Comrade Zhu Lin's consent."

Fang Yan said: "Even if she agrees, it will take a lot of time to transfer her in and out."

"Yeah, it looks like we have to find someone else to replace her."

Guo Baochang said anxiously, "And it has to be done as soon as possible. Her scenes will be filmed in a few days."

Fang Yan narrowed his eyes and asked, "Director Guo, what do you think?"

"I wonder if we can ask the Shonan factory for support?"

Guo Baochang said, "Send an actress from the factory?"

"Distant water cannot quench immediate thirst. It takes time to contact the Shonan factory, and the one they send may not be what we want."

Fang Yan said, "How about this, we pick a local girl to be an extra?"

Guo Baochang slapped his thigh and said, "I think it's okay. We can also invite villagers to play guest roles in the wedding banquet. It doesn't matter if we find one or two."

Gong Xing's heart sank when he heard the wedding banquet scene.

Once this scene is finished, I will almost be done with filming...

(End of this chapter)