Chapter 172 Looking good is the most important thing

The National Outstanding Short and Novella Selection is considered to be one of the earliest literary awards in China. In terms of influence, it is not comparable to several literary awards named after literary giants in later generations, but it is still very influential in the literary circle.

Especially for those writers who are not yet famous, winning such an award will undoubtedly greatly increase their popularity and network of contacts.

On the other hand, for already famous writers such as Lin Weimin and Jiang Zilong, the bonus is very limited. At most, it is just an additional honor.

After the awards ceremony, Lin Weimin's life returned to calm.

On this day, Lin Weimin received a call from Ren Hao, saying that the filming of "Cliff" was finished and the crew was disbanded on the spot. Next, he would come to Yanjing to do the post-production of the TV series, which was expected to take two or three months.

They made an appointment to have dinner together when they were free, and the two hung up the phone.

Two days later, Lu Yao's "Life" was officially released for sale. Lin Weimin specially called Lu Yao to tell him the news.

Lu Yao was a little excited on the phone, "I want to buy 100 copies to give away!"

Lin Weimin heard these words a little familiar.

So Zhi nodded, "That's right. Okay, then it's settled. I'll notify Zhijiang to use the script for "The Intouchables", and I'll ask them to send you the manuscript fee later."

After leaving the arts industry, Lin Weimin met Han Zhuangzhuang who was hanging out with Liang Guanhua.

Yao Shuzhi looked at Zheng Guo, who was still busy with the dishes in the bowl, "No matter what, it will have to be next year, right?"

Lin Weimin's two-wheeled motorcycle can only be used for picking up passengers... and transporting relatives.

Han Zhuangzhuang held the script in his arms, "How can I not want it!"

"Yang Bailao and Huang Shiren" belongs to the type of newly compiled stories.

He searched for those works in his memory. They were too far away from the present and must conform to the current social environment and living conditions.

In the late Qing Dynasty, a number of restaurants with built-in stages and large-scale banquets appeared in Yanjing. They were named after halls. Those who came to eat in the hall were not ordinary nobles, and those who could come to hold banquets in the hall were not ordinary people.

The roles of the two leading actors are equally matched, but the personal characteristics of the actors are not overemphasized. It is also a play within a play, so it is a perfect work for Han Zhuangzhuang and Liang Guanhua to practice.

Weddings in the 1980s were relatively simple, but Qu Xiaowei's family was in good condition. Unlike in this era, which generally held weddings at home, the Qu family held the wedding and banquet at Huifeng Hall.

Lin Weimin said perfunctorily: "I haven't met the right one yet."

Lin Weimin looked at his back and felt that this thief had been a little carried away recently.

"Your second sister is not bad either, okay?"

Qu Xiaowei's family holds weddings and wedding banquets here. Not to mention anything else, the faces of the bride Liu Haiyan and her family are all bright.

"Ah, yes." Lin Weimin was a little surprised.

At this time, Lin Weimin had left. Liu Haiyan smiled bitterly at Qu Xiaowei, "My mother hasn't given up yet."

Liu Haiyan's mother said again: "It's really hard to find a friend like you even with a lantern!"

Taking advantage of his free time in the afternoon, Han Zhuangzhuang found Liang Guanhua and took out the script.

Qu Xiaowei laughed and said: "It's normal. Weimin is now the meat of Tang Monk in "Journey to the West". What woman wouldn't be greedy after seeing it?"

The two were talking when Liu Haiyan, who had just seen off the guests, entered the room. She was dressed as a bride. When she saw her mother pulling Lin Weimin to talk, the conversation between her mother and her second aunt last night immediately echoed.

Interrupted by her daughter, Liu Haiyan's mother glared at her covertly and sent Lin Weimin out of the house with a smile.

Hey, aren't these Yoko's original words?

"Don't be busy spending money yet. I deducted the royalties from the manuscript, which is still 1,300 yuan. You still owe me 700 yuan!"

So I approached Lin Weimin and said that Zhijiang Repertory Theater hoped to get authorization to perform "The Intouchables".

Lu Yao's tone showed that he regarded money as dirt.

Unexpectedly, Han Zhuangzhuang started to make new requests, "Uncle, I think our script is best designed to have two protagonists. You can write that Guanhua and I are long-lost brothers..."

Why does this kid only hang out with men all day long?

"Uncle, would you like to invite Guanhua to your house for dinner tonight?"

"That's right, you don't know that my old uncle has a nickname called 'Quick Gunner'?" Han Zhuangzhuang said proudly.

After Lin Weimin left, Liu Haiyan's mother scolded: "You just got married and you forgot about your family?"

Liu Haiyan's mother had already heard from her daughter about Lin Weimin's identity. He was a great writer and an editor of the Chinese Literature Society. He rode a motorcycle when he went out, and even the courtyard they now live in belonged to him.

"Auntie, you're so grateful." Lin Weimin said politely.

"Why are you borrowing the house?"

"Teacher Lin so fast?"

"Mom, you should rest early and stop talking. I have to go back to work in the afternoon to serve the people."

Arriving at Renyi in the morning, Han Zhuangzhuang is only rehearsing for one role in "Farewell My Concubine". He spends very little time rehearsing on the stage every day. Most of the time, young directors in the theater lead young actors like them to rehearse.

Those old plays hone their stage experience and acting skills.

Sketch was originally a project set up by performing arts units to examine the learning progress of students.

"Auntie, you are too polite. Xiaowei and Haiyan and I are all friends, and this is what we should do. Auntie, if there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

Liu Haiyan's mother was scolded a few times by her daughter, scolding her for forgetting her mother when she had her husband's family. Liu Haiyan comforted her mother with a few words and left the house.

On the day of the wedding, Qu Xiaowei's family found a Lada to use as their wedding car. For this time in 1982, it was unusually high-end.

Those skits he performed, you feel like if someone else had performed them, the audience wouldn't have noticed.

After the wedding, Lin Weimin helped Qu Xiaowei send his relatives back to the courtyard next to the Forbidden City.

While eating, Han Zhuangzhuang said: "Uncle, please help me write a script when you have time."

Qu Xiaowei hugged Liu Haiyan, who was still thinking, with a malicious smile on his face.

"Okay. By the way, we still need the role of 'director'."

Unable to resist Han Zhuangzhuang's request, Lin Weimin reluctantly agreed.

Lin Weimin observed the expressions of the two men. This was probably called the difference in offensive and defensive momentum.

"Don't think about that old bachelor. It doesn't matter what he likes. The most important thing is what I like."

Liu Haiyan rolled her eyes at him charmingly.

Qu Xiaowei left gracefully.

"roll!"

It took one night to prepare the script for Han Zhuangzhuang, and early the next morning, Lin Weimin threw the script in his nephew's face.

Just give me some color and open a dyeing workshop, which is Han Zhuangzhuang.

Han Zhuangzhuang patted his chest, "No problem!"

Liu Haiyan wondered: "Hey, do you think he really doesn't know how to serve the people?"

The original well-known model opera was changed into a sketch. Due to the changes of the times, the positions of Huang Shiren and Yang Bailao were reversed, and conflicts arose.

"Don't download this book. I'll print it next time and you can return it."

After all, he was Lin Weimin's good friend. Qu Xiaowei got to the point right away.

Han Zhuangzhuang took the script with suspicious eyes and said, "Uncle, you have finished it in just one night. Don't fool your nephew!"

Looking good is the most important thing.

There are too many sketches that Lin Weimin has watched, and any one of them is a masterpiece.

Throughout the performance season, the play became more and more popular, its influence became greater and greater, and its reputation spread beyond Yanjing.

After helping him for a long time, Lin Weimin was finally able to sit down and eat during the wedding banquet. Huifengtang's specialty is traditional Shandong cuisine combined with Jiaodong seafood, but Lin Weimin stared at the "nine-turn large intestine" on the table.

It's not easy to eat such a decent "large intestine".

However, Huifengtang is the only one that can persist until now.

"What else can I like? Like a fairy daughter." Qu Xiaowei concluded.

At first it was Zheng Guo who was interested in Yao Shuzhi, but he had to help him to get her. Now after he gets the chance, Zheng Guo is no longer anxious, and is more anxious than Yao Shuzhi.

So Zhi said worriedly.

These dining halls witnessed various festive events in the upper class society in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China.

"Okay, that's settled."

At the first CCTV Spring Festival Gala in 1983, Yan Shunkai performed "Ah Q's Monologue", using the performance form of "sketch" for the first time. With the strong influence of the first Spring Festival Gala, sketches also became popular among ordinary people.

A popular performance form.

Lin Weimin shook his head helplessly. He came to the study. Since he agreed to Han Zhuangzhuang, it was not a big deal to satisfy his wish.

"Okay, you cook."

Han Zhuangzhuang and Liang Guanhua, one is an actor who cannot act, and the other is a student in a training class. Lin Weimin does not intend to write any serious works for you, just a sketch will be enough.

Qu Xiaowei found Lin Weimin that afternoon.

This was the first time Liang Guanhua heard about it, and he couldn't help but marvel at how efficient Teacher Lin was.
To be continued...