Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 237: Show some style

After listening to Liu Qiong's thoughts, Lin Chaoyang pondered for a moment and said, "The first way of acting is too vulgar. The second way is touching and emotional, which is indeed good. However, this is a scene of separation between father and son. If it is handled this way, the emotions are a little weak.

Xu Lingjun in my novel and script refused his father's idea of ​​taking him abroad, which also allowed his father Xu Jingyou to see his son's determination, independence and confidence in the future.

Therefore, Xu Jingyou should not be too sad in his heart except for the sadness of parting. Instead, he feels more relieved to see his son mature. "

At this point, Lin Chaoyang hesitated, feeling sad but not upset. How should he express it while also making people see the character's relief and affirmation of his son?
Lin Chaoyang is not a professional actor. He has ideas but lacks the ability to put them into practice.

While he was thinking, Liu Qiong was also pondering. He understood what Lin Chaoyang meant. If he wanted to express this emotion, he definitely couldn't use the same method as before.

After a while, Liu Qiong stood up and pointed to the side and said to Zhu Shimao: "This is the aircraft ramp."

Zhu Shimao immediately understood and stood up to cooperate with him. Liu Qiong simulated the scene of Xu Jingyou walking to the gangway.

They were about to part, and 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 full of reluctance and sadness.

Zhu Shimao also looked up at his "father" with deep emotion, and at this moment the emotions between the two communicated with each other like an electric current.

Xie Jin watched the two people's performance and couldn't help but applaud, "Good!"

Lin Chaoyang said, "Old Liu, please add 'Let me take another look at you'."

When Liu Qiong heard these words, her eyes lit up and she began to re-interpret the scene.

When they said goodbye for the last time, Xu Jingyou and his son Xu Lingjun stood by the plane's gangway. He couldn't help but step back and wanted to deeply imprint his son's appearance in his mind. He couldn't help but say, "Let me take another look at you!"

At this moment, Zhu Shimao, who played Xu Lingjun, could no longer control his emotions, as if the old man in front of him was really his father whom he had not seen for many years. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he could not suppress his inner emotions and stepped forward to hold his "father's" hand tightly.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Xie Jin clapped his hands vigorously and said excitedly: "The emotions are there! They are there! This is handled very well, the true feelings are revealed, it is a completely natural reaction of true feelings. Shi Mao's last action is very good!"

In just over thirty seconds, the performance fully presented the intense emotional state of the father and son's separation, and even Lin Chaoyang couldn't help but applaud.

"Okay, this is the right way to act, the mood is right. The gloomy mood of parting is lifted, and this shot is consistent with the mood of Xu Lingjun at the end of the film when he runs towards the sun back to the land that nurtured him."

Listening to the two people's praise, Liu Qiong and Zhu Shimao also laughed happily. Liu Qiong said: "Art creation really requires the collective wisdom of all."

They chatted and laughed, and discussed the performance methods of several plays in the room. In the evening, Xie Jin took Lin Chaoyang out for a drink before letting him leave.

The official opening day of Yanshi University is one day later than that of Yan'an University. On this morning, the campus was already busy at dawn.

In September, not only do old students start school, but new students also enroll.

Early in the morning, many teachers and students were preparing to welcome the new students. They set up tables and chairs and hung welcome banners at the school gate and in front of the department buildings.

While everyone was busy, the roar of a motorcycle attracted many people's attention. Looking up, they saw a red motorcycle galloping across the campus, with a heroic figure on it.

"Motorcycle? That's a lot of money!"

"Isn't it too conspicuous to ride a motorcycle in school?"

"I have money, so what's wrong with riding a motorcycle?"

Amid the discussions of passers-by, Tao Yushu rode his motorcycle to the second building of the teaching building.

It was very lively in front of the second teaching building in the morning. The classmates hadn't seen each other for a whole summer vacation. When they met today, they were particularly affectionate. They didn't even go into the building, but just stood at the door and chatted affectionately.

Tao Yushu's motorcycle rode over from a distance, attracting everyone's attention.

She parked the motorcycle, took off her helmet, and let her long hair fall down. She looked indescribably heroic and unrestrained. Only then did everyone recognize that this was Tao Yushu.

"Ah! Yushu, it's you!"

Wu Yingfang walked up to Tao Yushu in surprise and greeted him.

"Yingfang!"

When Tao Yushu saw her old classmate, she greeted her with a bright smile and then greeted everyone else one by one.

"Yushu, when did you buy the motorcycle?"

Wu Yingfang walked around Tao Yushu's motorcycle twice with great interest. Not only him, but other people also came over when they saw Tao Yushu riding a motorcycle. They looked at her and the Yamaha 125 from left to right with great interest.

"Yushu, how much did you buy this motorcycle? It's not cheap, is it?"

"What brand is this? YA~MA~HA, a Japanese brand, right?"

……

A group of classmates were asking questions at once. She felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so she got off the bike and walked to the door of the second floor of the teaching building. The group of classmates were still commenting on her motorcycle with great interest.

"Oh! You're so awesome. I haven't seen you for a whole summer, and you're already riding a motorcycle." Wu Yingfang said half enviously and half jokingly.

Tao Yushu said: "It's just a means of transportation."

"Stop talking, stop talking. I just can't stand hearing this. I also want a means of transportation like this." Wu Yingfang shouted in a naive voice.

"Tell me the truth, how much did this motorcycle cost?" Wu Yingfang asked again.

A classmate had asked this question just now, but Tao Yushu was too embarrassed to answer in public. Now that Wu Yingfang asked her alone, Tao Yushu had no choice but to say, "I bought it at the Friendship Store and spent more than 2,600 yuan."

Wu Yingfang counted on her fingers and exclaimed, "Isn't that almost four thousand yuan?"

"Keep your voice down and stop making so much noise!"

Wu Yingfang said heartlessly: "You come to school on a motorcycle, are you afraid of my yelling?" Tao Yushu's expression was a little helpless. Wu Yingfang was right. In today's Yanshi University campus, her motorcycle was indeed too eye-catching.

For example, among the more than 100 students in the Chinese department of Class 1977, only a dozen or so own bicycles, which is less than one-tenth of the total.

This is because many of their students have worked before and have a certain level of financial strength.

Among the later classes of students, even fewer had bicycles.

When everyone else wasn't even riding a bicycle, she was already riding a motorcycle.

To make an analogy, today's bicycles are equivalent to the means of transportation in later generations, and Tao Yushu's motorcycle is equivalent to driving a supercar into the campus. It goes without saying how cool it is.

"Comrade Chaoyang in your family is really willing to spend money on you!" Wu Yingfang said enviously.

Tao Yushu was a student like her. Although she would occasionally publish some commentary articles to earn some royalties, it was definitely impossible for her to afford such an expensive industrial product as a motorcycle. It must have been bought for her by Lin Chaoyang, a writer who could make money.

Listening to Wu Yingfang's words, Tao Yushu smiled and said, "He is reluctant to spend money on me, so will he spend money on you?"

Wu Yingfang said angrily, "Nonsense! I'll tear your mouth apart!"

After a few laughs and jokes, the students' enthusiasm for the Yamaha 125 gradually faded, and they went into the second floor of the teaching building one after another to prepare for the first class of the new semester.

The next day, Lin Chaoyang was at work when Li Shuguang suddenly came to him.

Lin Chaoyang thought he was here to collect manuscripts, but Li Shuguang said, "Chaoyang, our publishing house is planning to publish a novel collection, and we would like to include your "The Shepherd" and "The Little Shoes" in it."

Publishing the novels in a collection meant that he would receive royalties again, so Lin Chaoyang was naturally happy to agree. However, he was also a little curious about the name of this novel collection.

After Li Shuguang's explanation, he realized that this selection of novels was planned at the invitation of a friendly country, Yugoslavia. It collected short and medium-length novels that have had a relatively large influence in China in recent years. In the future, this selection of novels will be translated and published in Yugoslavia.

"How much is the fee for the manuscript?" After listening to Li Shuguang's words, Lin Chaoyang asked the question that concerned him most.

"Three dollars for a thousand words."

“Isn’t that too little?”

"It's quite a bit. How much have you received for the two novels?"

"No matter how much I charge, it's because I worked so hard to write it. How can I get more money than you guys pay me? It's the same price as the reprint fee."

Li Shuguang looked at Lin Chaoyang helplessly, "Some of them are even lower than ours, those local publications..."

"Nonsense! Can you compare yourselves to those local publications? After all, you are a national publishing house, you have to show some vision."

Lin Chaoyang tried to brainwash Li Shuguang, but Li Shuguang didn't buy it. "I don't have the final say on the royalties. Otherwise, go to the publishing house and discuss it with the leader."

"Forget it, I don't want the royalties, and don't accept the novel."

Li Shuguang didn't expect Lin Chaoyang to overturn the table when he disagreed with him, so he had to hold him back and persuade him: "You have to understand us. This is a task from above. Novel selection is a losing business."

"You have done a lot of things that have caused you to lose money. Who let you bear the name 'people'? Why are you cheating me, a citizen, like this?"

Li Shuguang couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Okay, okay, I give in. I'll research a raise for you when I get back. How much do you want? Don't be too outrageous!"

"Eight dollars for a thousand words."

"It's too high. We are just reposting..."

The two argued for a long time, and finally Lin Chaoyang agreed to the price of six yuan per thousand words.

After Li Shuguang left, it was almost time for lunch, so Lin Chaoyang strolled towards the cafeteria. Passing by the poster board at the entrance of the dining hall, he saw students preparing to eat watching, so he went over.

The poster column of Yanda University has always been full of bustle. In the past few years, big-character posters were the exclusive reading material here, but now it has become a place for students to publish poems and various opinions.

Lin Chaoyang moved closer to the poster column and saw the words on it through a few heads.

"The Pros and Cons of Personal Heroism from "The Chess Master"".

Unlike the extreme views in articles such as those in Shanghai Literature, this review focuses on whether the protagonist Jiang Nansheng's sacrifice was worth it.

The author's attitude is very clear. He believes that Jiang Nansheng's actions were completely impulsive. It seems that he is sacrificing himself for the country, but in fact it is the act of a reckless man.

Since the publication of "The Chess Master", many review articles have been published on the novel. Lin Chaoyang is not surprised that some students from Yanda University have expressed their views on the novel.

He looked around and was surprised to see so many students watching, at least twenty or thirty of them, gathered in front of the poster board and discussing the matter.

Someone recognized Lin Chaoyang and shouted boldly, "Comrade Chaoyang, what do you think of this article?"

The others also saw Lin Chaoyang at this time and couldn't help laughing.

Lin Chaoyang said with a smile: "Not bad, not bad, well written!"

After he said that, he stepped back, not giving these students a chance to act weird.

After dinner, he went for a walk by Weiming Lake as usual.

In September, the summer heat gradually fades away and even the wind becomes a little cooler. However, if you stand in the sun, the power of the autumn heat should not be underestimated.

Lin Chaoyang followed the shade of willows and came to the bell pavilion, where he saw several students.

Cha Haisheng saw Lin Chaoyang from a distance, waved at him, and Lin Chaoyang walked over.

(End of this chapter)