Hearing Yu Dongqing's words, the three of them looked at Yu Dongqing in unison.

"When I write the script, let you take a look at it first, let's fish first today, the fish is hooked!"

Yu Dongqing hurriedly lifted the rod.

Today, Yanjing has another nasty sandstorm.

In the morning, although the sun was still bright and dazzling, it was impossible to see far away. The wind has not yet arrived, and the haze has besieged the city.

Yu Dongqing sat in the study, looking at the gray sky outside, and the swing in the yard was also covered with fine sand.

This reminded him of the yellow sand in the original time-space movie "East Evil and West Poison".

The script he wants to write today is Wong Kar-wai's "East Evil and West Poison".

Another pinnacle of Chinese martial arts films.

In fact, there are many excellent martial arts movies in that time and space, such as "New Dragon Gate Inn", "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" and "Hero".

However, Wong Kar-wai's "East Evil and West Poison" once again subverted people's perception of martial arts movies.

If you want to play, play fresh.

But Wong Kar-wai's movie is not easy to make, and the lines of this script alone make Yu Dongqing a little crazy.

Fortunately, this movie Yu Dongqing is the same as the original time and space and the "Journey to the West", I don't know how many times I have watched it, and some classic lines are familiar to me.

Even, he also read the full script of this movie on Douban.

Of course, there are some places that I still can't remember.

It doesn't matter, you can make it up yourself.

And, don't rush to take your time.

Yu Dongqing took a sip of hot tea, opened his laptop, and wrote down his first line.

"Many years later, I was nicknamed West Poison."

The days went by like this, every day Yu Dongqing had to come to the study to write the script, but after a month, now in late May, his script is still not finished, and it seems that it is far away.

"Husband, what did you write?" Mingmei hugged her son, came to Yu Dongqing's study, and asked curiously.

Since giving birth to Lele, almost all of her thoughts have been on her son, as well as Yu Tongtong, who lives in the school, who cares about videos or phone calls every once in a while, and ignores Yu Dongqing's creation.

But I didn't expect Yu Dongqing to finish writing a month. Writing a script in the sky is very fast, and it will be completed in half a month at most.

"Martial arts movies, take a look." After Yu Dongqing finished speaking, he stood up and hugged his son in Mingmei's arms, and Mingmei sat on the chair and looked carefully.

Yu Dongqing held his son in the yard and watched the little flower cat catch grasshoppers in the flowers, and saw that his son was a little sleepy, so he told the nanny to take his son to the bedroom for a nap.

I swiped my phone in the living room for a while, only to see Mingmei walk in, looking a little confused.

"Husband, what you wrote is a martial arts script?"

"Why, not like?" Yu Dongqing asked rhetorically.

"Yes, the protagonist's name is East Evil, West Poison, these nicknames hum the rivers and lakes, but I think but I think it's a literary film dressed in martial arts skin!"

Sure enough, I did what the director did, and I saw the essence of the problem at a glance.

That's right.

Wong Kar-wai's "East Evil and West Poison" is actually a literary film, and it is a stream-of-consciousness literary film.

uses the names of several characters in the biography of Jin Yong's Condor Heroes, but the storyline has nothing to do with the original book, and the script is written to pay tribute to Gu Long.

It's okay, so you don't have to write "Shooting the Condor" as a foundation.

Millions of words is terrifying.

"So, how does it feel? Can I shoot it? Yu Dongqing asked again.

"Anyway, I don't dare to shoot." Mingmei smiled: "Perhaps, only a genius like you, husband, dares to write, dare to shoot, right?" ”

"Thank you daughter-in-law for the compliment."

"However, husband, you have to be prepared in your heart, just shoot this script, I dare to say that there are many people who applaud, but even more people who scold."

"I know that."

Yu Dongqing smiled slightly.

Time flickered by to mid-June, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and Yu Dongqing's script was finally completed.

Call it a day

Yu Dongqing carefully read the draft twice, revised the plot details and some typos, and then became satisfied.

Looking at the dense Chinese characters on the screen, I stretched.

It's a lot of work.

No wonder Wong Kar-wai can shoot a film for three years.

Oh, this guy didn't have a script to shoot and write.

Send it to your three buddies first.

Yu Dongqing posted the document in several of their WeChat groups.

"Dude, take a look, how's it going?"

Then he turned off the computer and walked out of the study, the sun was dazzling outside.

Mingmei went back to her parents' house with her son, and the little nanny probably went to the street to buy vegetables, and Yu Dongqing was quiet at home.

Sitting on the chair under the eaves of the main room, Yu Dongqing squinted his eyes and fell asleep for a while, and when his eyes opened, the sun was already setting west.

"Brother Yu, Sister Mingmei won't come back in the evening, what do you want to eat?"

The nanny is a Sichuan girl, a mouthful of Trump.

"Mixed sauce noodles."

Yu Dongqing does not have high requirements for eating.

The little nanny went to the kitchen to cook, and Yu Dongqing took out her mobile phone only to see that several buddies in the WeChat group had already replied.

"I don't understand."

"Seconded."

"The box office is not expected to be very good."

Yu Dongqing smiled and didn't say anything, but sent it to Li Wan.

Li Wan replied that night, and made a direct call.

"Holly, do you really want to shoot this script?"

"Of course, or it would have cost me more than two months of hard work?"

"I'm not optimistic."

"Huh. Should you be a producer? ”

On the other end of the phone, Li Wan was silent.

"Yes, but my studio won't invest this time."

"Okay, let's find a time to talk." Yu Dongqing is very relaxed.

"You pick the time."

"Tomorrow, two o'clock in the afternoon, Minghui Teahouse."

“OK!”

It rained the next day.

Yu Dongqing sat in the tea room, looking at the green bamboo outside, listening to the sound of the temple bell knocking outside, drinking tea, Zen was shining.

Sitting opposite was Li Wan.

"Holly, why do you have to run so far to drink tea? Don't you have a tea room yourself? Li Wan was a little puzzled.

"This place is far away from the city, quaint and quiet, isn't it more poetic to drink tea?" Yu Dongqing replied with a smile.

"Holly, I think you're getting more and more literary, but for a director, it's not a good thing to be too literary." Li Wan said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"I know." Yu Dongqing smiled: "I'll tell you the truth, it's just because my fat son is too naughty and likes to crawl around in my tea room, and I can't drink tea." ”

Li Wan laughed when he heard this.

"Hehe, it's really yours, let's talk about your script." Li Wan's face turned pale: "To be honest, this is not a martial arts film, but a serious literary film." ”

"Mingmei said the same thing, but I like this script very much."

"Hey, you still don't admit that you are becoming more and more literary and artistic, okay, I said about the script, let's talk about the actors now, find a good actor and set a salary, so that I can make a budget."

"I've basically chosen a few main actors." Yu Dongqing said.

"Oh? You talk about it. ”

"Here, look at this."

Yu Dongqing took out a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and handed it to the other party.

Thanks to the reward of the two wolves of Xicheng Snow, thank you for the light wind freedom dream, the book friend 201701192150191, and the monthly ticket of the Great Xia Empire

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