Chapter 65: Unthinkable
Sun Shuxia couldn't have imagined that the word script would be associated with Duan Xu. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
If it weren't for Duan Xu's previous "Ma Shuo" that Dinghai No. 3 Middle School took the initiative to invite him, Sun Shuxia couldn't even imagine that her baby son actually had a level beyond ordinary people in the subject of Chinese.
But even so, the news that Duan Xu wrote a script suddenly caught Sun Shuxia off guard.
It's like someone close to you has always been a good boy who keeps to himself, and suddenly one day, this person says that he is the prince left behind by the king, and the first reaction of anyone is probably not to believe this fact.
Sun Shuxia was the same, so the moment Duan Xu finished saying that, she was stunned, and she didn't speak for a long time, and her mind kept echoing what Duan Xu had just said.
"Mom......" Duan Xu looked at Sun Shuxia and smiled helplessly.
He didn't expect Sun Shuxia to react like this, but after thinking about it, he could understand that no one from the Sun family, the Liu family, even Duan Xu's parents, was engaged in culture.
As a result, now suddenly Duan Xu said that he had written a script and became a screenwriter, and anyone would be shocked.
"Xiao Xu, you, you're not joking, are you?" After a while, Sun Shuxia finally came to her senses, looked at Duan Xu in disbelief and asked.
It's not that she doesn't believe Duan Xu, she just thinks that this thing is really a bit unbelievable.
"Hahaha, hahaha......" At this time, Liu Shiyu, who was looking down at the script on the side, suddenly slapped the table and laughed, completely unable to control her emotions.
"Too, it's so funny!" Liu Shiyu stood up with the table and glared at Duan Xu: "Brother, how did you come up with such a fun story." β
She really likes this story called "Crazy Stone", which is very interesting and the lines are also very funny.
Duan Xu shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand to take the script and handed it to Sun Shuxia: "Mom, don't pay attention to her." β
Stretched out her hand and slapped her daughter's head hard, Sun Shuxia glared at her: "Dead girl, you don't look like a girl at all, see who dares to ask you in the future." β
Liu Shiyu stuck out her tongue and simply hid behind Duan Xu.
Sun Shuxia didn't read the script, but looked at Duan Xu: "Xiao Xu, you tell your mother the truth, why did you write this?"
Duan Xu thought about it for a while, and told Sun Shuxia about accidentally saving Ma Xiaogang and Geng Yong when he was in the nightclub of Sleepless City, and then said: "When I was doing a group performance two days ago, I accidentally met the director, and he invited me to a meal. During the meal, I told the story, and he liked it, meaning that if I could write a script, he would be willing to pay for it. β
"How much?" At this time, Liu Shiyu came out, and heard that someone was willing to spend money to buy her brother's script, and the little girl's heart was now full of pride and endless curiosity.
Duan Xu smiled bitterly: "If the script can pass the test, fifty thousand!"
As he spoke, he said slowly with one of his hands.
"How much?" Sun Shuxia said in a lost voice.
The helpless Duan Xu had no choice but to repeat it, and said again to Sun Shuxia and Liu Shiyu, who were also wide-eyed and couldn't believe it: "The other party means that if my script satisfies them, he is willing to give me a reward of 50,000 yuan." β
After a pause, he was afraid that his mother and sister would be too shocked, and whispered: "Of course, the premise is that the script is satisfactory, if they are not satisfied with the script, it is estimated that they will give a few thousand yuan, which can be regarded as buying my story." β
You can't talk too much, and if something goes wrong, the more hope you have, the greater the disappointment.
Duan Xu knew this very well, so if he wasn't completely sure, he would generally not say it to death.
Sun Shuxia nodded, and when she raised her head to look at Duan Xu, her eyes were already red: "Okay, good, really good, our son has finally become a talent." β
For her, there is no difference between Duan Xu's earning of 5,000 yuan and earning 50,000 yuan, and the most important thing is that Duan Xu has finally grown up, and he can be regarded as living up to his promise to his friends.
"Mom, I think my brother's script will definitely sell. Liu Shiyu poked her head out from behind Duan Xu at this time, blinked her eyes and said.
Sun Shuxia was stunned: "Why?"
She doesn't know where her daughter got so much confidence, it's making a movie, although she doesn't understand the twists and turns in it, but Sun Shuxia thinks that Duan Xu is just a high school student, if you want to think of an idea, it's possible to write a complete script, isn't that what a writer should do.
"Because it's funny. Liu Shiyu said innocently that in her eyes, there are only two kinds of movies, funny and not funny.
The script written by Duan Xu can make him laugh, and if it is made into a movie, he will definitely be happier.
Sun Shuxia didn't speak for a long time, and it was obvious that her daughter's words made her a little incomprehensible.
But Duan Xu understood what Liu Shiyu meant, smiled lightly, and rubbed Liu Shiyu's head: "That's right, what our Xiaoyu said is right." β
Liu Shiyu's words, although they seem a little naΓ―ve, actually reveal the true meaning of the movie.
The so-called good movies or bad movies are meant to be watched by people in the final analysis.
To put it bluntly, if a film and television work can't even impress the audience, what is the meaning of its existence?
Some people often say that the audience's appreciation level is not high, saying that their works are high and low beyond the times, Duan Xu really wants to take the script on the face of that kind of person and ask them if they still have a bottom line.
inexplicably made a lot of movies that even ordinary people can't understand, licking his face and asking the audience to pay for bad movies that don't know what they're talking about, and not allowing the audience to have any opinions, is it possible that such a director or screenwriter thinks that the audience in the four seas is his father, and the earth should revolve around them?
Duan Xu has always felt that whether it is a movie or a TV series, in the final analysis, the purpose is to entertain the public, as for what cultural export and other things, you can do it, but develop to foreign countries, rather than relying on making so-called educational films to fool the people of your country.
Movies are movies, and it is true that artists have national boundaries, but artists cannot have no bottom line.
Sun Shuxia obviously couldn't understand Duan Xu's thoughts, let alone what her daughter's words meant, but this did not prevent her from trusting her precious son from the bottom of her heart.
"Okay, since you've promised everyone, then you've written the script. Sun Shuxia looked at Duan Xu and said softly: "I see that your script is almost finished, you can think about the plot again." β
Duan Xu nodded: "Well, it's basically almost, it's just a matter of proofreading some typos." β
Typos?
Sun Shuxia laughed and pointed to Liu Shiyu on the side: "This is easy to do, let this girl proofread it for you." β
Yes?
Liu Shiyu, who was originally standing there watching the excitement, was dumbfounded.