Rebirth of the era of struggle

The students of the Department of Opera and Literature whispered, they all knew that Lu Yang was not in their class, and they were not here for the last class, so how could they possibly answer.

Seeing the group of students gloating and secretly laughing, Lu Yang stood up, thinking to himself, today I will show you the gap between the academic school and the practical school.

"Student, don't be nervous, just say what you know." Yi Yong reminded, seeing that Lu Yang didn't speak for a long time, he didn't have much hope.

Lu Yang nodded and said: "Mr. Yi, then I will start to attract others. Needless to say, Guan Hanqing is a great artist in the Yuan Dynasty of our country. He has created more than 60 plays, including dramas, tragedies and comedies. People are most impressed by Dou E's Injustice, Saving Fengchen, Wangjiang Pavilion, Single-knife Club, etc., all of which are well-known and have been passed down for thousands of years."

"When it comes to artistic features, I have four points of view."

"Oh."

Hearing Lu Yang's words, Yi Yong's eyes brightened a bit: "Tell me and take a look."

"First."

Lu Yang paused for a moment, and then continued: "He has a strong creativity in miscellaneous living. Whether it is the selection of materials or the shaping of characters, he pays attention to the stage effect and shows a clear sense of society."

Yi Yong nodded, this answer is okay.

The students who were whispering also fell silent, and looked at Lu Yang secretly. Unexpectedly, the student from the foreign department answered, and it seemed that the answer was not bad.

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"Secondly, most of Guan Hanqing's dramas are based on the common people, standing on the standpoint of ordinary people, and raising many serious social problems."

"Third, in terms of structure, he is good at arranging plots, stimulating conflicts and making the stage full of action."

"Fourth, all kinds of characters are active in his works, from ladies to prostitutes, heroes and warriors to ordinary people, each character is very distinct. He sympathizes with the weak, praises good morals, exposes the darkness of society, and prays Peace and prosperity."

Lu Yang finished speaking.

There was applause all around.

These drama and literature majors also had to admit that Lu Yang answered this question very well.

After the applause ended, Yi Yong nodded and said in admiration, "It's pretty good to have such an opinion. What's your name?"

"Teacher, my name is Lu Yang."

Lu Yang answered honestly.

Lu Yang still respects this old gentleman who introduced him into the industry.

"Student Lu Yang, please sit down."

Yi Yong waved the book in his hand, apparently calmly, but actually wrote down the name. After Lu Yang sat down, he said: "Student Lu Yang's answer was very good just now. Summarizing everything, now let's talk about the content of this lesson..."

This class, Lu Yang listened very carefully.

For a wild person like Lu Yang, what he lacks the most is professional training.

In his previous life, after Lu Yang realized his own shortcomings, he dragged Yi Yong's relationship to go to China Opera to study for half a year. During that time, he gained a lot, and he was completely reborn.

The five 10-minute class is over.

After school.

The other students left the classroom quickly one by one, but Lu Yang was not in a hurry. He waited until most of the students had left before he walked to the podium and looked at Yi Yong who was packing up.

"Student, I haven't seen you before. You are not from the Department of Drama and Literature." Looking up to see Lu Yang, Yi Yong smiled and spoke like a spring breeze.

"Mr. Yi, I'm not from the Department of Drama and Literature, not even a student of acting." Lu Yang didn't hide anything.

A trace of surprise flashed in Yi Yong's eyes, he thought that Lu Yang was a student of other majors, not a student of acting, why did he come here to attend lectures?

Seeing his surprise, Lu Yang said: "Although I am not a drama major, I still have some understanding of drama. This time I came to the theater to see you, teacher."

"Look at me?"

Yi Yong was very surprised, this was something he did not expect.

"Yeah, I watched a lot of videos of your lectures, Mr. Yi, on the Internet. Your videos have inspired me a lot. This time I came to the Shanghai stock market to listen to your lecture at a close distance."

This is the reason Lu Yang thought up in the taxi.

As a lecturer on the show.

It is normal for Yi Yong's lecture videos to spread, not to mention that he has given many public lectures, and even went to film and television companies to give lectures to new screenwriters.

This reason is seamless.

At first he thought that Lu Yang was a student of the show, but unexpectedly he was his fan. Yi Yong said with a smile, "Come on, let's go to the office to have a chat. I'm very interested in you."

The school was over, and there was no one in the office, so Yi Yong warmly invited Lu Yang to sit down.

"Little Lu, where are you from?"

"My home is in Hedong, and I am currently a freshman in Greentown."

Lu Yang replied.

"You're only a freshman, shouldn't you be in class now? Why did you come to the Shanghai Stock Exchange and come to see me, an old man?"

Lu Yang talked about writing novels by himself and coming to the Shanghai stock market to sign comic copyrights.

After hearing Lu Yang finish speaking.

Yi Yong was amazed.

He tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and couldn't help but said, "I can't believe that you are so talented at such a young age, and you even started a company in college."

Lu Yang said modestly: "It's all about small troubles, and you can't get on the stage."

"You can't say that." Yi Yong shook his head, "The acting is not bad, I have brought so many students over the years, and I have never seen any one who has such an idea as you. You reported the wrong school. How good it is to study drama. .”

"I thought, grades don't allow it."

Lu Yang said jokingly.

It's not a question of grades either, although the show is very famous, but if he passed the school exam, Lu Yang's college entrance exam grades should be similar.

But the show is the show after all.

His reputation is not comparable to that of his school.

Not entangled in this issue, Yi Yong pointed out: "You have a good idea. The domestic comic industry is relatively loose, and there are no well-known companies. This is a wasteland. If it is done well, it should have some effect."

"However, if you want to make a good manga, the knowledge of the screenwriter is indispensable. Even if you are a boss, you must have good eyesight, otherwise you will not know if you are cheated by the people below."

Lu Yang nodded, and followed his words: "I have been teaching myself screenwriting."

Yi Yong was not surprised, and said calmly: "Your answers in class show that you are more hardworking. I recommend you to read a few books. After reading them, you should gain a lot."

"Thank you, teacher."

In the screenwriting circle, teacher is a commonly used title, like calling friends buddies, but Lu Yang's words "teacher" mean it sincerely.

Yi Yong took out a blank sheet of paper from the printer next to his desk, picked up a pen and wrote a series of book titles on it.

There are foreign ones, domestic ones, ancient ones and modern ones.

Lu Yang has read most of these books, and Yi Yong also recommended them to him in his previous life.

After finishing writing, push the white paper to Lu Yang's side.

Lu Yang looked at it, folded it, and put it away carefully.

Yi Yong said again: "I'll test you again, if your answer satisfies me, I can pass you some things that are not in the book."

Lu Yang was overjoyed.

Nodding quickly.

What is not in the book, isn't that Yi Yong's screenwriting experience all his life?

Lu Yang is well aware of Yi Yong's level, and it is absolutely extraordinary to be a professor in Shanghai Opera. Moreover, he did not take shortcuts at all, and stepped up step by step.

Even now, the other party is a famous screenwriter, more than enough to be his teacher.

Although Yi Yong had taught him a lot, but at that time he was old and his understanding was average, and he was not at the point where Yi Yong could see Lie Xinxi, so even if Lu Yang learned so many precious things from him Experience, in fact, is just some superficial.

Now that he has this opportunity, how could he miss it? Even ten years later, the doctoral students that Yi Yong personally leads may not have this kind of treatment.

Seeing Lu Yang's joyful expression, Yi Yong's expression turned serious. After searching on the desk, he put a stack of bound scripts beside Lu Yang.

"I'll give you 10 minutes, take a look, and then share your thoughts."

Exam questions are free.

But it's actually the hardest.

There is no limit, in fact, it is the biggest limit. Lu Yang picked up the script, opened it and looked at it, and soon a confident expression appeared on his face.

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Yi Yong asked Lu Yang to read a TV drama script.

name is.

"It's too late to say I love you"

This movie has already been released this year, and it is also one of Yi Yong's works.

Lu Yang didn't go to watch this drama, but he still knows it very well. The reason why he is confident is that Yi Yong used this script to talk about it when he was training Lu Yang and the others in his previous life.

He still remembers that class.

Although he was very confident, Lu Yang still read the script honestly, 10 minutes was too short, Lu Yang could only watch the first few episodes, mainly the outline and character setting.

Time is up.

Yi Yong looked at his watch and said, "Tell me about it."

Lu Yang put the script back on the table and said calmly: "This TV series is adapted from the novel of the same name by Bandit Wo Si Cun. to being forced to separate love stories."

"The biggest highlight lies in the love-hate entanglement between the hero and heroine, the rise and fall of the two families, and the love and hatred between the two generations."

"After watching so much, my greatest insight is how to write love in film and television dramas. To write love, write hate first. To write love, write hatred first. All pure and flawless love is impossible. Love requires conflict, entanglement, parting, reunion, and regret.”

Hearing Lu Yang's answer, Yi Yong's eyes brightened, and he couldn't restrain his admiration for Lu Yang anymore. He took a deep breath and said, "If you want to write about love, first write about hate; if you want to write about love, first write about hatred." ...you summed it up very well.

"Then teacher, did I pass the exam?" Lu Yang asked with a smile.

Yi Yong put away the script and put it back to the original place, "It's over, since you call me teacher, I won't hide it anymore, you really have a talent for writing, and I don't feel bad about accepting you as my student. "

After finishing speaking, he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket, unlocked the cabinet under the desk, and took out a diary with a brown cover. The diary was thick and several centimeters long.

He said: "You don't need me to teach you the basic knowledge. You have some foundation and talent. Follow the book list I gave me, and you can finish it soon. These are the main ones. Take it back and learn it carefully." , If there is anything you don’t understand, just call me.”

Knowing that Lu Yang was not in the Shanghai stock market, and naturally it was impossible to communicate face to face, Yi Yong told Lu Yang his private phone number.

Taking out his mobile phone, Lu Yang wrote down the phone number.

The two chatted happily.

Gradually forget the time.

It was getting dark outside, and at this moment, a woman pushed the door and entered.

"Dad, it's so late, are you still busy?"

The woman's voice is as crisp as a lark.

Yi Yong pointed to Lu Yang and said, "Qing Luo, let me introduce you. This is Lu Yang. He came from Greentown. He is my new student."

After speaking, he introduced the woman and said, "This is my daughter Qing Luo."

"Hello, Sister."

Lu Yang got up, his eyes stopped on the woman, a little makeup was applied on her fair and pretty face, even a thick sweater couldn't hide her pretty figure, Yi Qingluo...

At this time, she was already so beautiful.

Yi Qingluo looked at Lu Yang in surprise, why does this boy seem to know him?

Seeing the notebook in Lu Yang's hand.

Yi Qingluo's eyelids twitched slightly, it was his father's treasure, unexpectedly it was given to him.

Guessing in his heart, the expression on Yi Qingluo's face remained unchanged, he nodded politely, and said, "Hi, junior brother, my name is Yi Qingluo."

"My name is Lu Yang."

The same words, but seven years earlier.