Literary Master 1978

During a play, the actors are the most shining presence on the stage. After the curtain falls, the screenwriter is the most shining one.

If film is the art of the director, then the play is undoubtedly the art of the screenwriter.

Lin Chaoyang stood in the center of the stage, surrounded by a group of people, and the audience was applauding and cheering like a tsunami. This feeling was intoxicating.

If it wasn't for nothing, everything would be perfect. Suddenly, a little thought came to his mind, and then he spit on his own low taste.

In such a grand occasion, why do you always think about money?

Vulgar, too vulgar!

Tao Yushu stood beside him, tilted his head and looked up at him, as if looking up at a mountain, his eyes were intoxicated.

The people on the stage forgot how long it took to bow. Anyway, everyone bowed again and again, bowed again and again, and the applause never stopped.

Until everyone returned to the backstage, someone looked at his watch and exclaimed: "It's already half past nine!"

It was just after nine o'clock when the performance of "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" ended. Unknowingly, they took half an hour to take a curtain call, which was terrifying.

Taking a half-hour to take a curtain call was a bit exaggerated, but most of the audience today were students, and it was understandable that they couldn't control their emotions.

It was half an hour since the end of the performance. Everyone's initial excitement had gradually passed, and physical fatigue swept over, but the emotions were still high.

Especially seeing several school leaders standing backstage waiting for them, which made everyone feel proud.

"Comrade Chaoyang, thank you for creating such an excellent drama for our Yanshi University!"

Jia Zhen shook Lin Chaoyang's hand with a smile on his face and a friendly attitude.

Just now, he was sitting in the audience and witnessed the style of "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" with his own eyes. He was impressed by the brilliance of the drama and admired Lin Chaoyang who wrote the script. He looked at Lin Chaoyang with appreciation and admiration in his eyes.

"You're too kind," Lin Chaoyang said politely.

Jia Zhen shook his head, "No. When the show was over just now, I heard some students talking about how this play was not inferior to the level of the People's Art Theatre, and I fully agree with that. We, Yanshi University and the students of Yanshi University, are honored to witness the birth of such an outstanding work."

Jia Zhen's high evaluation of Lin Chaoyang and "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" made the students behind Lin Chaoyang happy beyond words. Now they share the honor and disgrace with Lin Chaoyang and "The World's No. 1 Restaurant".

In their view, Jia Zhen's praise for the former two is also a compliment to them.

It is a happy thing that a student play attracts school leaders to the backstage to express their condolences, not to mention that it has received such high praise.

This kind of praise is different from the enthusiastic response at the curtain call, because it carries the official affirmation, which makes everyone feel a sense of accomplishment in participating in a great cause.

The laughter in the backstage of Yanshi University Auditorium continued, and the students in the auditorium also left with excitement.

They walked together in twos and threes, each with a surge of emotion and blood boiling. Some people commented loudly on the plot, some recited the lines in the play wildly, and some excitedly gestured with their classmates.

Many people also talked about Li Luyang's kneeling in the audience at the curtain call.

In the eyes of the students, his actions did not have any self-deprecation or flattery, but instead revealed a sense of piety.

In fact, Li Luyang's actions were also the embodiment of the psychological activities of these students?

Just now, they witnessed the birth of a stunning work, recalling every character and every line on the stage. Those wonderful moments made them still carry the aftertaste of excitement until now.

After watching "The World's No. 1 Restaurant", many people had an impulse to worship Lin Chaoyang, the screenwriter.

This night will surely become an unforgettable experience for many Yanshi University students.

"You must look up to yourself first, then others will not look down on you. Hey! What a great thing to say!"

Zhang Yaozhong and Chen Jiangong walked among a group of students, reciting Lu Mengshi's lines on the stage. The more they read, the more they found it chewy, and they couldn't help but swear.

He looked at Chen Jiangong again. Chen Jiangong had not said much since watching the drama.

"Jiangong, why don't you say anything? This time we also watched "The World's No. 1 Restaurant". What do you think?"

Chen Jiangong's voice was a bit lazy, and his tone was negative: "I don't want to say, I don't want to comment."

"Why..." Zhang Yaozhong was about to ask, but suddenly shut up.

Whether it was "Beautiful Love" written by Li Chun before, or "Conscience" written by Chen Jiangong, although it caused a lot of repercussions among the student community and affected many universities in Yenching, in the final analysis, these were all students' games.

Compared with excellent dramas with real artistic vitality, there is an insurmountable gap.

In fact, everyone is very clear about this.

But sometimes, even if you know it in your heart, seeing the gap with your own eyes often makes you feel more desperate.

Obviously, Chen Jiangong is facing this kind of despair at this moment.

"Actually, I think there is still a big gap between "The World's No. 1 Restaurant" and "Tea House". Especially these actors, I'm serious, they are far behind Li Tong, Liu Zhida and others, not to mention the old artists of the People's Art Theater."

Zhang Yaozhong saw that Chen Jiangong looked depressed, so he wanted to say a few words to comfort him.

But as he was talking, he saw that Chen Jiangong looked at him with a strange look in his eyes, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Chen Jiangong's voice finally brought some emotion, "You can say less, are you as comforting as you?"

"Then how can I be comforted? We also have to face the gap. You can't let me tell lies with my eyes open, right?"

The two of them talked and walked to the place where the bicycles were parked. This bicycle was bought by Chen Jiangong at the beginning of the year with royalties. With it, it became more convenient for Chen Jiangong to move around major universities in Yanjing.

Chen Jiangong got into the car, and Zhang Yaozhong sat in the back seat, holding his waist. After waiting for a long time, Chen Jiangong didn't move, and he frowned in thought.

"Let's go?"

Zhang Yaozhong urged, but Chen Jiangong still didn't respond. Zhang Yaozhong got impatient and got off the car and wanted to switch to him, but then Chen Jiangong seemed to have made a decision.

I saw him put away his legs, kicked off his feet, and the bicycle rushed out.

"Hey, hey, I haven't gotten in the car yet!" Zhang Yaozhong shouted from behind.

Only then did Chen Jiangong realize that Zhang Yaozhong hadn't gotten in the car, so he stopped quickly and said, "Why are you getting out of the car? Hurry up!"

He was distracted just now, and now his tone was irritable, prompting Zhang Yaozhong to ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing."

Chen Jiangong replied to him, pedaling his bicycle very fast, he left the gate of Yan Normal University and headed south.

"Hey, this is the wrong direction!" Zhang Yaozhong reminded.

Yan Normal University is located near the Northwest Third Ring Road in later generations, and Yan University is on the Northwest Fourth Ring Road. Returning to Yan University should be in a more northwest direction.

"I'm going to find someone."

"Who are you looking for in the middle of the night? They are not sleeping?" Zhang Yaozhong asked in confusion.

"Just leave it alone. I disturbed his dream, and he has to thank me!"

The bicycle went all the way south, passed Xinjiekou, then Xisi, turned onto Chang'an Street and then headed east, passing through half of Yanjing City, until it stopped at an alley near Dengshikou in Dongcheng.

Zhang Yaozhong was not from Yanjing, so he was already confused at this moment.

They walked half of Yanjing City in the dark. If it weren't for the flashlight that illuminated the road, neither of them would have fallen down so many times.

At this moment, the car finally stopped, and Chen Jiangong took him to the gate of a courtyard house in the alley.

No. 56 Shijia Hutong is a large house with three entrances, with a courtyard spanning from east to west. In the 1950s, when the Yanjing People's Art Institute was first established, this was the headquarters of the institute.

Later, Renyi built a new hospital and theater, and this became a relatively centralized family home for Renyi employees. There is a building in the front yard of the courtyard, which was designed and built with the help of Soviet experts at that time. It is also a family building.

Jiao Juyin, Shu Xiuwen, Zhu Lin, Su Zhi...

No. 56, Shijia Hutong, hosts half of Chinese drama.

And Chen Jiangong braved the cold wind in the middle of the night to come here, looking for one of the pillars of human art - Lan Tianye.

It was almost eleven o'clock at night, the yard was pitch dark, and every household was asleep.

Chen Jiangong and Zhang Yaozhong knocked on the door of the north room of Dongkua Yard, and human voices sounded in the room.

"Who?"

"Old Lan, I'm practicing martial arts."

"Why is it here at this time? Wait."

The lights in the house came on, and there was a rustling sound of clothes being put on. After almost two minutes, the door opened.

After riding in the cold wind for almost an hour, Chen Jiangong and Zhang Yaozhong were now blushing from the cold. When Lan Tianye saw this, he had no time to complain, so he let them into the house first and poured some hot water for them.

After the two of them recovered, Lan Tianye asked, "What happened? You came here in the middle of the night."

"If it's not a big deal, can I come see you in the middle of the night?"

Chen Jiangong pretended to be here but didn't say why he came. Lan Tianye said impatiently: "If you have anything to say, just say it. I'm an old man and I can't stay up all night with you."

"Do you still remember the drama I did some time ago?" Chen Jiangong asked.

"It's only been a few days. I'm old, not stupid." Lan Tianye teased Chen Jiangong, "What's wrong? What's wrong with the play? Isn't the response pretty good?"

Chen Jiangong nodded, "The response has been good, but that's not what I want to say. It's because the drama craze started in our school and also led to several surrounding schools, Shuimu, Renmin University, Yan Normal University... Now everyone is doing student dramas , a while ago Yan Normal University wanted to imitate our drama, and invited Lin Chaoyang to write a script for them..."

"Lin Chaoyang? Is it Xu Lingjun?"

When he was at Yanda University, Chen Jiangong introduced Lin Chaoyang to Lan Tianye.

"Yes, that's him."

"What happened to him?"

"He wrote a play for Yan Normal University!"

The two of them repeated a few sentences like tongue twisters before Lan Tianye realized that the main point Chen Jiangong wanted to say was "this drama".

"What's so special about this play?"

Lan Tianye's first reaction was that the play written by Lin Chaoyang had violated some political taboo. After all, it was certainly no small matter for Chen Jiangong to come to Shijia Hutong in the middle of the night.

"No." Chen Jiangong shook his head and looked at Lan Tianye with a serious expression, "It's because the script was written so well!"

Lan Tianye was confused, what does it mean? Is the novel so well written? You came here in the middle of the night to disturb my dreams, just to say this to me?

He had an expression of "You kid is entertaining me" etched on his face. He was about to vent his resentment for being spared Qingmeng, but he heard Chen Jiangong say:

"Not inferior to "Tea House"!"

Lan Tianye was blocked when his words reached his mouth, and he looked at Chen Jiangong blankly, "What are you talking nonsense about?"

At this time, Zhang Yaozhong hurriedly interjected: "No nonsense. Comrade Lao Lan, that play really has the flavor of "Tea House". You don't know, tonight's premiere of Yan Normal University, the auditorium exploded, and the curtain call was The applause didn’t stop for half an hour, and the students went crazy!”

Curtain applause for half an hour?

Lan Tianye looked at Zhang Yaozhong in surprise, and then rationally analyzed how much exaggeration there was in these words.

Let alone ordinary amateur performances, even on a top stage like Renyi, it is unheard of for the curtain call to last for half an hour.

They performed well at the Capital Theater, and received an amazing ten minutes of applause.

After clapping for half an hour, those two hands must not clap into bear paws?

This sounds like nonsense.

Seeing Lan Tianye's doubtful expression, Chen Jiangong corroborated Zhang Yaozhong's words.

"Old Lan, don't believe it. You may think this is a bit exaggerated for your professional performance, but you have to know that the audience for today's performance are all us college students. Everyone is full of great enthusiasm for good works, not to mention This is a drama created by our student body.”

Listening to Chen Jiangong's words, Lan Tianye's doubts were relieved a bit, but he still couldn't believe it.

"How good does this drama have to be for you to praise it so much?"

Chen Jiangong said anxiously: "Why don't you understand yet? It's not about how good the acting is, but how good the script is."

Lan Tianye responded: "I understand, I understand."

He is a talented actor and has never acted poorly. This is like building a house on a mountain, but the altitude is higher than a house you build on the ground.

One of the important reasons why "The First Floor in the World" has gained such crazy popularity among students like Chen Jiangong is the strong contrast between the excellence of the script and the immature performance.

Even though everyone is aware of the poor acting skills of the actors on stage, they are still willing to immerse themselves in the play and the dream created by the screenwriter.

Isn't this enough proof of the excellence of the script?

However, as the saying goes, seeing is worth hearing a hundred times.

No matter how good Lan Tianye heard Chen Jiangong and Zhang Yaozhong praise him, he had no specific concept in his mind and couldn't pay much attention to it at all.

"Then you are here..."

Chen Jiangong said: "Have you forgotten that when I was drinking with you guys, didn't you always complain about the lack of good scripts in today's arts and crafts? I can guarantee you that you will definitely like "The First Floor in the World". This script is too good." It’s suitable for your art, and I strongly recommend this script to your art.”

After the death of Mr. Lao She and the dryness of creative inspiration of Mr. Cao Yu, Renyi has faced a shortage of scripts in recent years.

Therefore, the deputy dean, who was an actor, had to personally serve as the leader of the creative team and personally plan and write the script with the screenwriters.

But Renyi's screenwriting talents have fallen into a situation where there is no work. How can a good script be produced so quickly?

Therefore, in the past two or three years, Renyi has been plagued by a shortage of scripts.

This situation lasted until the 1980s, when Zhiwei People's Art hired a group of young screenwriters in their prime to improve. At that time, Yanjing People's Art's outstanding crews produced one film after another, which could be called a renaissance.

Chen Jiangong's tone was sincere, and Lan Tianye felt the sincerity in his heart, and said seriously: "I understand. Will "The First Floor in the World" still be performed tomorrow?"

this……

Chen Jiangong hesitated for a moment, "It should be performed. In two days, there will be the January 29th Art Performance. They will participate in the performance. They should perform in the past few days. Polish the stage more."

Lan Tianye nodded, "Okay, I'll go take a look with you tomorrow."

After receiving Lan Tianye's reply, Chen Jiangong was about to leave, but Lan Tianye quickly stopped him.

"It's already midnight and it's freezing cold. Where can we go? Just stay at our house for one night."