Chapter 1497

In the Old Moscow, it was very lively.

There were adults, even middle-aged people, and some minors, all very lively, eating meat and drinking wine in big mouthfuls.

Especially the minors were the most interesting, each one pretending to be an adult, bringing girls to laugh and scold; in the whole restaurant, they were the most confident.

So much so that a considerable number of people in the field were looking at those young people and reminiscing about their youth; Zhong Yuemin and others were naturally the same.

"Look, we were like this before; now looking at it, how it looks stupid." This was what Zhong Yuemin said, said with a smile, his eyes falling on those young people, with a bit of depression.

Li Kuiyong said "Hey": "What's the matter, Yuemin, I have to interrupt; that was your past, Brother Yan and I weren't like this. This Old Moscow has been mentioned for many years, but today is the first time we two brothers have come."

"Understand the spirit, Kuiyong, you kid are really destroying the atmosphere." Zheng Tong scolded with a smile.

"It's a fact." Li Kuiyong said, "However, I think Yuemin said one sentence well, which is how it looks stupid."

"Hey, don't you say, why do you miss the past?"

Zhang Haiyang scanned the surroundings, patted the table, raised his wine glass and said, "It's missing the mindless happiness of the past; thinking about nothing, just thinking about playing all day, thinking about picking up girls, thinking about how to get some money to spend and eat something good; how is it like now? Come, come, drink, drink."

Everyone drank a glass of wine, and again, following this topic, they sighed about life, talking about the impermanence of life.

Li Kuiyong said: "To say life is impermanent, it has to be Li Yuanchao; you guys have wide news, do you know how those people are doing now?"

Yuan Jun frowned and thought: "I heard they are at home, not coming out to play. At the beginning, some people went to see him, but later his temperament changed more and more, so no one paid attention to him."

"It's about that situation." Zhang Haiyang nodded, "I'm closer to that side. Li Yuanchao is almost sent to a mental hospital. The one who fired the gun has already moved in. Others are in some factories and units in the capital; anyway, they are all leisurely jobs, which can be considered low-key living.

Actually, it's mainly those whose legs were broken; this matter has a big impact, and Brother Yan's hand was heavy, so they couldn't be cured at all, and they all have to be lame for a lifetime. I heard that some are silent, some have changed like a different person, speak ugly, have small hearts, and dirty minds.

Those who ran away and had nothing happen, were just taught a lesson later, and then went to join the production team or be a soldier. Tsk tsk, they were all famous figures in the four cities back then; who would have thought they would end up like this."

"Hey, why say those things? A bunch of people who bully others with power, how dare they be called figures?" Zhong Yuemin raised his head to the young people over there, "Now they are the wind and clouds."

After a silence, he turned and asked, "Brother Yan, you don't even know where Qin Ling went?"

"There aren't many places she can go; it's not the capital, it's Chang'an. She likes singing, so maybe she's working in a theater troupe; there are only a few places, if you have the heart to ask, it won't take long to know." Wang Yan said very casually.

Zhong Yuemin froze for a moment, then shook his head: "Forget it, I don't want to look for her anymore. After going to the army, how many letters did I send her? There were addresses. She didn't reply to a single letter, and later she disappeared. I guess she doesn't want to pay attention to me anymore, or she blames me for being a soldier."

Zheng Tong said: "I think she's sober, knowing what she wants; why wait for you? You think everyone is like Brother Yan and sister-in-law Xiaobai, not seeing each other for a year or two, and they insisted on reuniting in the capital after eight years."

Zhou Xiaobai smiled and said: "Revolutionary love, persistence is normal; it's finally a positive result."

"Consciousness is high." Wang Yan complimented with a thumb up...

After eating, everyone dispersed. There was no sadness, no farewell, just scattered at the entrance of the Old Moscow.

Life returned to normal; going to work, getting off work, and in his spare time, he wandered around the capital with his camera, taking pictures.

What was different was that Zhou Xiaobai's belly was getting bigger day by day.

Zhou Xiaobai certainly wanted to give birth to Wang Yan's child, wanting to open branches and leaves for the Wang family; this was Zhou Xiaobai urging Wang Yan, so there was a result.

On the other hand, the long novel written by Wang Yan, "Lin County Chronicle", was finally finished before the New Year. The whole book had 560,000 words, telling the story of the people of Lin County fighting heaven and earth...

In short, it could be called a masterpiece.

As early as after writing 100,000 words, he submitted the manuscript to People's Literature, and it was already serialized in the journal. By the time he finished, it just happened to catch up with the last issue before the New Year; the novel was serialized in half a year, and it was scheduled to be published as a book by People's Literature in 1978.

Wang Yan's literary level was naturally sufficient; he wrote about Lin County, from customs to local situation, from superior policies to local difficulties, and also mixed with a lot of Lin County history; the content was quite rich.

Wang Yan's report itself was about Lin County, and this time he wrote a more detailed novel, which itself had a lot of heat and was very attractive. Coupled with Wang Yan's good writing, it was even more popular; the sales of People's Literature journal were higher every month for half a year, and publishing a physical book was fundamentally not worried about selling.

At the same time, Wang Yan also harvested a generous manuscript fee.

At this time, the manuscript fee was just restored, 2-7 yuan per thousand words for copyright, and less than a thousand words were calculated as a thousand words, and there was no print run manuscript fee, which would not be implemented until the 1980s. Aiming at Wang Yan's ranking, naturally, he was given the top manuscript fee of 7 yuan.

Even so, the manuscript fee for this "Lin County Chronicle" was 4,000 yuan, which was a huge sum in this era. After contacting, he bought a two-entry courtyard in Houhai. This was a courtyard without mixed living, which was more worry-free.

Buying the courtyard was very smooth, without much fuss. After all, he didn't divide the house, but worked hard to write a big book to earn the manuscript fee, solving the problem himself; no matter where this matter was said, he had no problem.

It's just that after the house was bought, he was also a bit stretched for money and had no extra money for repairs.

After all, such a big courtyard, the bricks on the ground, the paint on the walls, the doors and windows of the house, the structure inside, the tiles on the roof, all of these had to be tidied up.

If you really want to move in, it won't work without a period of time. At least solve one room to live in first, and then repair it while living.

It's just that it was the middle of winter, so it wasn't suitable for construction, and the money in Wang Yan's hand wasn't enough, so he had to wait until after the New Year, when spring flowers bloomed, to study it.

When the time came, Wang Yan planned to repair it himself; anyway, he was idle, doing some work himself, slowly tidying up a big courtyard, which could be considered a kind of enjoyment.

At the same time, with the completion of the book, he also roughly made this script. Of course, it was impossible to be comprehensive; there must be highlights and omissions, and it was the spirit that was expressed, the ideas that were highlighted, and the thoughts that were praised.

However, this wasn't fixed; it still had to be constantly adjusted during filming later. This was creative work; it couldn't proceed exactly according to the preset.

After finishing "Lin County Chronicle", Wang Yan wrote martial arts novels, telling stories of martial arts masters such as Wang Wu, Li San, Huo Yuanjia, Huang Feihong, etc. On one hand, it talked about the rivers and lakes at that time, and on the other hand, it talked about the corruption of the Qing Dynasty, as well as the revolution of these martial arts masters, which was very in line with the theme.

Wang Yan submitted these stories to "Story Club", which was also a professional match. They were all long, some 100,000 words, some 200,000 words, either fabricated or organized, compiling a bunch of true and false stories.

The circulation of "Story Club" was very large, with over a million copies per issue, covering tens of millions of people, and was one of the periodicals with the largest circulation at this time.

The popular novels written by Wang Yan were not suitable for literary journals like "People's Literature" and "Harvest"; "Story Club" was a very good distribution platform. At the same time, considering the fun, he drew comic illustrations himself when writing some battle scenes, one move and one style, drawn very beautifully, and fought very wonderfully.

The manuscript fee here was naturally top-notch, and Wang Yan really earned a lot of money; people were very impressed by Wang Yan's high output. Basically, he reached the speed of writing 10,000 words a day.

By September 1978, when the first batch of students entered school after the college entrance examination was resumed, Wang Yan, who had been writing revolutionary martial arts novels for half a year, became a ten-thousand-yuan household again.

Such novels about fighting and killing were most loved by men, especially with various emotions inside, and also with very deep ideological spirit, looking very satisfying, and thinking about it after calming down made people have endless aftertaste.

Many film studio directors contacted Wang Yan, expressing that they wanted to shoot the stories written by Wang Yan, but they were all rejected by Wang Yan; he had to shoot it himself anyway...

However, Wang Yan didn't rush to try. Facing the freshmen of the photography department, he smiled and said: "Compared to you, I'm not much better; I'm also a newcomer in this matter of movies. I don't dare to rashly take money and occupy the quota to shoot movies; that's inappropriate.

So I plan to continue to learn from the teachers, first polish the script, choose actors, do preparatory work, and wait until next year to set up the project for filming. As a member of our academy, I certainly have to use people from our own academy as much as possible.

You are studying photography, study professional knowledge well, and next year I will let you all follow me to make movies, and we will teach through actual combat. Those who study well will have more opportunities, and those who are poor will naturally have fewer. So, let's work hard together and progress together."

"Wang Laoshi!" A student who looked like a terracotta warrior raised his hand.

"Yimou, you speak." Wang Yan raised his head with a smile.

Zhang Yimou asked: "What movie do you plan to make for your first movie? "Lin County Chronicle"?"

""Lin County Chronicle" is too big, involving too many aspects, and I haven't mastered it well yet. Let's shoot "Dadao Wang Wu" first to see; anyway, accumulate experience first, and don't waste the good story of Lin County."

"Right, Wang Laoshi considers it carefully; "Lin County Chronicle" really has to be slowed down, can't be in a hurry." A student who looked a bit like Zhang Yimou spoke up to echo; this was Gu Changwei.

To say that the 78th class had quite a bit to say; the directing department had poets, Tian Zhuangzhuang, Li Shaohong, Hu Mei, the photography department had Zhang Yimou, Gu Changwei, Zhang Li, etc., and the acting department had Zhang Tielin, Zhang Fengyi, Xie Yuan, etc. Just these few people all got to eat, and they all ate quite well; they were all famous people.

Wang Yan waved his hand with a smile: "Alright, let's have class; professional skills must be hard, and ideological consciousness must be even harder. We, as literary and art workers..."

The college entrance examination was resumed, and there were more students in the school, but it didn't affect Wang Yan's comfortable days. He still gave lectures to students like that, but he didn't go out to take pictures much, and the speed of writing books also slowed down significantly.

Because Zhou Xiaobai gave birth, it was a boy, and Wang Yan had to take care of his wife and children. He didn't have family here, and Zhou Xiaobai's parents were both in position, and no one had the time to help them take care of the children, so they could only manage it themselves.

Of course, mainly Zhou Xiaobai was taking care of the children; she suspended her salary and kept her position, planning to go back to work after the child was weaned. After that, it would be handed over to Wang Yan to take care of.

He wasn't in a hurry here, but the students of the Film Academy were all very active and also very anxious for Wang Yan.

After all, he was going to make a movie, and he was kind to people, had a big reputation, and wasn't much older than them, so naturally, they all got close to him, wanting to participate in it.

Of course, there was no lack of people who had complaints; after all, Wang Yan had never done this before, and wasn't much better than the students, but he could lead the filming of movies as soon as he came up, with indicators if he wanted indicators, and manpower if he wanted manpower.

This was very normal, and Wang Yan could understand it very well. But in fact, he was already very low-key; after all, when he first came, the leader had already asked him to shoot. The leader was definitely not being polite; if he wanted to shoot, he would really let him shoot.

The project establishment was very smooth; he took the teachers and students in the school and shot directly; after all, it was called the Film Academy, so everything was professional, and every profession could find people. At the same time, the school itself had shooting indicators, as well as supporting funds, and after coordinating the venue problem, it could be shot directly.

These things were still quite interesting, and it was Wang Yan's first time doing it, and he was really quite passionate.

Refining the script, doing storyboard design, interviewing actors, finding venues, all kinds of messy things, plus having to take care of the children, made his life very fulfilling.

It wasn't until the summer of 1979 that he finally started filming his first movie. The one holding the camera was the photography students like Zhang Yimou, and the teacher was guiding on the side, seeing if the focus was right, if the picture was reasonable, if the lighting was enough, etc.

Of course, it was mainly Wang Yan who had the final say; whatever he said was what it was, and no one would be stupid enough to fight for power and find trouble in the crew with him.

As for whether these people had the idea of watching a joke, that was unknown...

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