Chapter 70 Human Art

That night, Lin Weimin came to Muxidi after a long absence.

Mr. Wan asked him with a smile, "But I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you forgotten me, a bad old man?"

"No way! It's mainly because I'm too busy during this period."

Next, Lin Weimin briefly described his experience after graduating from the Institute of Literature to Mr. Wan.

Hearing that there was no one left in Lin Weimin's hometown and even the old house was sold, Mr. Wan couldn't help but sigh and said to Lin Weimin: "Come and sit at home more often when you have nothing to do."

"Thank you teacher!"

This time Lin Weimin took out the script of "The Intouchables" without Mr. Wan's initiative.

"Is this...finished?" Mr. Wan had some surprise on his face.

"Well, I've finished writing it, and I brought it here today for you to help me read."

Mr. Wan stroked the script and joked: "Xiao Zhang told me before that you write things quickly and well. It was the same with "Cliff" last time."

Not only that, Yu Zhi, who is now over 50 years old, is still the first vice-president of the People's Arts and has a lot of national and Yanjing city titles.

Opening the door, you will find a small room decorated in a solid wood style that is very common in this era. The wooden floor shows its age at first glance.

This was Lin Weimin's first time walking behind the People's Art Theater. He had watched plays in the theater many times before.

"What you said makes sense."

"Teacher Yu, do you mean that my script has been decided by human art?"

Su Zhi laughed, got up and walked over from behind the desk to shake Lin Weimin's hand, "Hello, Comrade Lin Weimin, I am Su Zhi."

"The script is a good one. It shows that you have put your heart into it. I will get it to Renyi first so that everyone can discuss it and see if there are any other problems. If it is finalized, I will tell you."

After a few simple explanations, Lin Weimin understood the whole story.

"I was the one who made the call. A few days ago, Mr. Jiabao gave me a notebook and asked me to organize people to discuss it first. Yesterday, when the discussion came to fruition, I went to see Mr. Jiabao and he gave me your contact information."

Mr. Wan pointed to the script and said: "Good lines are not only thought up by the screenwriter, but also need to be polished by good actors on stage."

"What do you mean?"

Lin Weimin immediately thought of Chen Xiaoer's face in his mind, but he hesitated in his heart. If this changed Chen Xiaoer's life trajectory, it would not be good.

So I frowned slightly after listening to it. Isn't this process a bit too simple and smooth?

Lin Weimin asked with some anxiety: "Teacher, what do you think?"

So for a moment, I didn't know what to say. If the screenwriters in my theater could be as efficient as Lin Weimin, Renyi wouldn't have to worry about the scripts now.

"There is no problem with the structure, the plot is smooth, and the characters are full, but the lines are not refined enough."

Lin Weimin unexpectedly shouted: "Shopkeeper Wang!"

If Mr. Wan represents the highest rank of Chinese playwrights, then So represents the highest rank of Chinese drama actors.

Madman Cheng in "Longxugou", Young Master Yu Yongze in "Song of Youth", Guifu in "Qiu Jin"...

Mr. Wan stared at Lin Weimin for a few seconds, and then the expression on his face slowly relaxed and turned into a kind smile.

So he said: "The hospital has this intention now, but it will depend on the results of the final rehearsal. I came to you today mainly because I want to understand some of the process of script creation with you."

Lin Zhaohua led Lin Weimin to the dean's office and left. Lin Weimin knocked on the door and heard a male voice with a strong Beijing accent, "Please come in!"

The building of Renyi is in the Soviet-Russian style. On the side of the first floor are the dressing room and the scenery making workshop, and on the second floor at the back is the administrative office of the hospital.

The young man who led him was named Lin Zhaohua. Lin Weimin chatted with him and learned that he graduated from the Performance Department of the Central Drama Students and is now an actor in Renyi.

"It smells weird." Lin Weimin sniffed and said.

"Then do you have any requirements for the rehearsal of the script?"

"OK."

He really put his heart into the script of "The Intouchables", at least more carefully than the previous novels. The reason is, firstly, because it is the request of the teacher, Mr. Wan, and secondly, because the script is likely to be rehearsed in the People's Art Theater

, he had to pay attention.

Lin Zhaohua said with a smile: "Some of the young actors in our theater have their dens crowded on the top floor. It is inevitable that everyone will have a smell when cooking at night."

Lin Weimin gave him a shy smile and said: "You may not know that I have no other advantages, except that I can write things quickly. At that time, the teacher asked me to write this story into a script. I happened to not have a job at the time, so I

Write it down."

There are doors at equal distances on both sides of the corridor. The lights in the corridor are very dim, and there is a slight toilet smell in the air. Lin Weimin also smells the aroma of cooking, which should be coming from the floor above.

He smiled and said: "Okay, young people are still motivated."

Lin Weimin felt calm after hearing this. He smiled and said: "I am just a primary school student in terms of scripts. I need you to correct me more."

"You know how to be nice and obedient."

Lin Weimin realized his gaffe and said, "Hello, Teacher Yu."

"Hey, this is one of my few advantages." Lin Weimin said boldly.

The study was quiet, except for the sound of Mr. Wan occasionally mentioning the sip of his teacup. Lin Weimin rarely sat there in a well-behaved manner.

"Sit down and chat." So Zhi pulled Lin Weimin to sit on the sofa.

So Zhi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "We in the arts have no precedent for this."

Lin Weimin did not hesitate and described the script creation process to Yu Zhi.

When talking about Su Zhi, people will definitely remember Wang Lifa in "Tea House", but in fact he has been engaged in drama performances since before liberation, and he has performed more than one "Wang Lifa" classic role in his life.

Mr. Wan did not make Lin Weimin wait long. A week later, Lin Weimin received a call from Renyi in the editorial department, asking him to go to Renyi after work.

"For example, as an actor, if you are a screenwriter, you must have an outline of the characters in the script. Our theater will give priority to your ideas when choosing roles."

If a play wants to appear on the stage, having a script is just the beginning.

After a long while, Mr. Wan finally put down the script and looked up at Lin Weimin.

Mr. Wan pointed at him with a smile and then read the script.

"Isn't it okay if you're not a popular actor?"

Waiter, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s really that Dean Yu doesn’t agree!

Then he saw Lin Weimin hesitate, thinking that he was rejected by him and was not satisfied.

"How about this. Our theater will first select the characters based on the character settings of the script. I'll ask you to come over and take a look at it later. If you feel that anyone is not suitable, we will make adjustments."

Lin Weimin nodded in agreement with Yu Zhi's idea.
Chapter completed!