Su Bai took "People's Film", couldn't wait to turn to Xu Wangqiu's article, and read it seriously. Xu Wangqiu and Su Zhensheng continued to talk about movies, they first talked about the problem of "The River Flows" and the current situation of Chinese films, but soon talked about film creation. But when it comes to creation, when it comes to movie scripts, Su Zhensheng can't help sighing.

Su Zhensheng began to change careers as a director before the movement, and made three films. During the decade of the movement, he did not have the opportunity to make films. Now that the exercise is over, he can make movies again, but he knows that he is old and not in good health, and he can't make a few movies, so he especially hopes to make one or two high-quality movies before he retires.

It's just that the film scripts in the factory are difficult to satisfy Su Zhensheng, because many of these scripts were written during the movement, emphasizing the three highlights, the content is false and artificial, and there is no life spirit, and even many scripts are just changing positions for the scripts that have been approved/capitalized/factional. For example, this is the case with "October Storm" filmed by Xiuying Studio last year. The film was ready to be made before the end of the movement, and after the sudden change in the political situation, the creators quickly changed the script, the material was still the original material, and the story was still the original story, but the "struggle with the people/capital/faction" was changed to the struggle against the "Gang of Four", and the original positive characters were changed to negative characters. After such a disguise, "October Storm" grabbed the jackpot and became the first film in China to expose and criticize the Gang of Four.

In essence, these movie scripts are not much different from model plays, as an old man in the film industry of the magic capital, Su Zhensheng has inherited the tradition of left-wing film realism in his bones, and he can't look down on these false and contrived scripts;

Xu Wangqiu has a suitable script in his hand, but for some reason, he can't take it out for the time being, thinking to himself what's going on with "People's Literature", how long has my script been sent, why hasn't there been any news? My master and his old man are almost crazy when they think about the script!

At this moment, Su Bai finished reading Xu Wangqiu's article. She stared at Xu Wangqiu with those big and round eyes, and praised from the bottom of her heart: "Wangqiu, your article is really well written. When I watched "The River Flows", I thought the movie was average, some problems were seen, and some were not, but after reading your article, I understood everything. ”

Zhang Ran pretended to be proud: "Don't worship me, I'm just a legend." ”

Su Bai crossed his waist and glared at Xu Wangqiu with big eyes: "Who worships you, is this your attitude of talking to senior sister?"

Two days later, in the afternoon, Xu Wangqiu came back from borrowing books from the Rongcheng Library. When passing by the communication room, he asked the master of the communication room if he had any letters of his own.

There are a lot of children in the factory, and the uncle can't tell who is who, but he is very impressed by Xu Wangqiu, because Xu Wangqiu received a remittance slip more than two months ago, which was the manuscript fee sent by the magazine. In this day and age, being a writer is a very respectable profession, and anyone who can publish an article or two in a newspaper or magazine can definitely become a star-like figure. Xu Wangqiu was able to publish articles and received a large amount of manuscript fees, so the uncle was naturally impressed by Xu Wangqiu.

When the uncle saw Xu Wangqiu asking himself, he suddenly became excited, and said in a loud voice: "There is a letter, and there is a remittance slip!" Saying that, the uncle handed Xu Wangqiu a crumpled notebook and a pen: "Sign it." ”

Xu Wangqiu smiled when he heard the letter and remittance slip, and knew that his script had been published. The script can be written in more than 60,000 words, but Xu Wangqiu injected a little water, and there are more than 70,000 words. "People's Literature" is 7 yuan for 1,000 words, which is almost 500 yuan. He was full of ambition to sign his name with a ballpoint pen, and returned the notebook and pen to the uncle.

After carefully confirming through his reading glasses, the uncle smiled and handed over the letter and remittance slip to Xu Wangqiu.

Xu Wangqiu fixed his eyes and saw that the mailing address on the envelope was the People's Literature Magazine, and the vermilion seal on the remittance slip was also impressively printed with the words "People's Literature Magazine". Looking at the amount on the remittance slip, Xu Wangqiu's smile became even brighter, 513.27 yuan.

When his parents came back from work, Xu Wangqiu took out the remittance slip and patted it in front of his mother Xie Chunhong, asking her to accompany her to the factory office tomorrow to open a letter of introduction. At present, there is no ID card in China, and you must go to the unit to open a letter of introduction to receive the remittance form.

Xie Chunhong saw the amount on the remittance slip, and the whole person was stunned, and he was so excited that he burst into tears: "My son has become a writer! My son has come out of nowhere!" Xu Wangbei pulled Xu Wangqiu's sleeve and shouted: "Second brother, you are so powerful!" Xu Wangchuan patted Xu Wangqiu's shoulder: "Second brother, you are really good!" Father Xu Zhiwen didn't say anything, but the pride on his face couldn't be hidden.

After dinner, Xie Chunhong took Xu Wangqiu's remittance slip to the courtyard to show off: "My family Wangqiu has become a writer, and this is the manuscript fee sent to him by "People's Literature". "The aunts in the courtyard gathered when they heard the sound and wanted to see what was going on. Aunt Zhang, who was on the opposite floor, snatched the remittance slip from Xie Chunhong's hand and looked at it again, envious, and said with emotion: "Obediently, 513 yuan!

After showing off enough, Xie Chunhong took the remittance slip and went home proudly. She described the situation to Xu Zhuwen vividly, and told Xu Wangqiu: "There are several Zhang Luo who want to introduce you to someone." But I refused, I told them that our family Wangqiu was only 16 years old, and it was too early to talk to someone, and he still had to go to Peking to go to college. ”

The next morning, Xu Wangqiu dragged his mother and little sister to the factory office to open a letter of introduction. The staff in the factory office was startled when they took the remittance slip from Xu Wangqiu's hand, and couldn't help praising Xu Wangqiu at Xie Chunhong: "Lao Xu's son is out of interest!"

After coming out of the factory office, Xie Chunhongchun went to work with a spring breeze, and Xu Wangqiu took Xu Wangbei to the post office to collect the manuscript fee.

The staff who received Xu Wangqiu was a young man of twenty-five or sixteen years old, and after receiving the remittance slip from Xu Wangqiu's hand, he felt as if he had been hit by a sunflower point, and he was stunned when he looked at the vermilion seal of the "People's Literature Magazine" on the remittance slip.

Xu Wangqiu was stunned when he saw the man staring at the remittance slip, and asked, "What's wrong, is there any problem?"

The man came back to his senses and smiled at Xu Wangqiu: "No, no, I see that the remittance slip was sent to you by the People's Literature Magazine, have you published a novel on it?"

Xu Wangqiu corrected with a smile: "It's not a novel, it's a script." ”

As a loyal reader of "People's Literature", the man knows that "People's Literature" mainly publishes novels and rarely publishes scripts. I have only released the script once in the past six months, which is the latest issue of "Mom Loves Me Again". "People's Literature" just arrived the day before yesterday, and it was the story of Rongcheng, so he remembered the author's name He Huo, thinking that He Huo was a writer in Rongcheng, and it would be good if he had the opportunity to meet him.

The man didn't expect to see the person suspected of Hehuo so soon, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "You're Hehuo, right?"

Xu Wangqiu was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled: "I'm Hehuo, let you laugh." ”

The man grabbed Xu Wangqiu's hand and shook it vigorously, and said excitedly: "You are really Hehuo, your "Mom Loves Me Again" is too moving. I had never read such a moving story, and the female comrades in our unit had swollen eyes from crying. ”

When the female staff next to her heard that Xu Wangqiu was He Huo, the author of "Mom Loves Me Again", she immediately ran over and danced to express her feelings: "Comrade He Huo, I didn't expect you to be so young, I thought you were middle-aged." Your "Mommy Loves Me Again" is so touching. My eyes are really swollen from crying. ”

Xu Wangbei felt strange in her heart, the second brother was obviously called Xu Wangqiu, why did he call him Comrade He Huo? How ugly is the partnership, but still Wangqiu is good! She pulled Xu Wangqiu's sleeve and asked, "Second brother, why do they call you a partnership?"

"A He, a fire, is autumn, Hehuo is the pen name of the second brother. Xu Wangqiu touched Xu Wangbei's head and smiled at the two staff members who were dancing excitedly, "I'm very happy to hear you say this, it's the greatest honor for the creator to be able to move readers, but can you please help me get the money out." ”

The man said "I'm sorry", quickly handled the remittance, and handed Xu Wangqiu a handful of "great unity".

Xu Wangqiu counted it, 513.27 yuan was right, took out two of them to Xu Wangbei, and said in a low voice: "Wangbei, you take these twenty yuan." In September, the second brother went to school in Beiping, and he couldn't care about you, so he kept the money for you to use, and bought it himself if he wanted anything. ”

Xu Wangbei was a sensible little girl, and stuffed the money into Xu Wangqiu's hand: "Second brother, I don't want it." You go to Peking to study, you have more money to use, keep it for yourself!"

Xu Wangqiu patted Xu Wangbei's head, took her hand, stuffed the money into his hand, and said softly: "Listen to the words of the second brother, take the money well." This amount of money is nothing, or it won't be long before the second brother will have more money. The second brother originally wanted to take you to the People's Mall and buy you skirts and shoes, but unfortunately there are no cloth tickets and industrial coupons, so I will take you there when I get the tickets. ”

Xu Wangbei put the money in his pocket, covered it tightly with his hands, and smiled like a flower: "Thank you, second brother!"

Xu Wangqiu smiled: "Put the money away when you go home, take it out when you use it, don't lose it." ”

Xu Wangqiu put away the money and was about to leave, when the man suddenly said: "That, Comrade He Huo, I am also writing novels, and I have written several articles, I don't know if I can please help me read it." ”

From the late 70s to the early 90s, literature was a fashion trend especially sought after by young people, and the treatment of poets and writers can be said to be inferior to that of traffic stars forty years later, with a bunch of screaming fans everywhere they went.

In addition, there is no need to affix stamps to the magazine, only a corner of the envelope is cut off, and the postage is paid by the magazine; the literary youth are very happy to submit their articles.

For literary youth, "People's Literature" is undoubtedly a temple in their hearts. The writers who can publish articles in "People's Literature" are undoubtedly extremely good writers. It is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to meet such a writer, so it is natural to ask for advice.

Xu Wangqiu saw that the man's face was full of expectation, and he couldn't bear to refuse: "My level is limited, and I can't see good or bad." But if you don't dislike my low level, I can help you take a look. Did you bring your novel?"

"I didn't bring it with me, I was at home. The man said impatiently, "My house is not far from here, I'll go back and get it right away." ”

Xu Wangqiu still has something to do, and he doesn't want to wait longer: "We still have something." I'm going to send the manuscript every two days, and I'll help you read it when the time comes. ”

When the man saw Xu Wangqiu say this, he couldn't keep it anymore, and watched Xu Wangqiu leave with his sister with regret on his face.

came out of the post and telecommunications bureau, Xu Wangqiu asked Xu Wangbei to go home, and went straight to Xiuying Studio. Xu Wangqiu said to Xu Wangbei that it would not be long before he would have more money, not to coax Xu Wangbei, but to be really sure; Su Zhensheng was having a headache with the script; his script was exactly the type he wanted; as long as the master was interested, the factory would definitely agree to shoot this drama, and the 1,500 yuan would be in hand.