After being stopped, Zhou Yan looked at the person who stopped him in surprise.

This man is in his thirties, not tall, a little thin, a little dark, wearing a gray tunic, and he looks quite energetic.

The most striking thing about the man was the three pens pinned to his right breast pocket.

People often pin pens to their clothes pockets, but it's the first time I've seen Zhou Yan with three pens at a time.

Zhou Yan didn't bother with the title of "teacher", just nodded, "Well, I'm Zhou Yan, may I ask who you are?" ”

Hua Yang smiled and stretched out his hand in front of Zhou Yan, "Hello, I'm Hua Yang." ”

Zhou Yan didn't expect that the editor of "Yanjing Literature" came to him, and he shook hands with Hua Yang, "Hello, Editor Hua." ”

At this time, as soon as the students dispersed and they were all coming out of the door, Zhou Yan led Hua Yang out.

When he arrived at a place where there were few people, Zhou Yan asked, "Editor Hua, how did you find here?" ”

"I found your dorm first, then your roommate brought me in, and then he left."

Zhou Yan nodded, and then smiled, "Why do you have time to come over today?" ”

"It's not very busy in the club today, and I think it's not far from you, so I'll come over and have a look."

In fact, Hua Yang has been waiting for Zhou Yan to go to the club to find him, because he had invited Zhou Yan in the letter before.

It's just that Zhou Yan saw that he didn't need to change the draft, and he felt that there was no need to go, and he had a lot of things to do recently, so he didn't go.

Zhou Yan talked about the scene, "It should be that I went to visit you in your society, but there have been a lot of things at school recently, and I haven't been able to spare time." ”

"I can understand that in the first month or two of school, teachers are the busiest, but I didn't expect you to become a teacher at such a young age."

Zhou Yan said with a smile, "Editor Hua, you misunderstood, I'm still a student, but our teacher has something to do temporarily, so I helped him talk about it for a while." ”

It's okay if this is not explained, but Hua Yang was even more surprised when he explained it.

What kind of student has nothing to do to run to the podium to help the teacher substitute for the teacher?

And Hua Yang listened to it outside for a while just now, Zhou Yan's "typhoon" was very positive, like a very experienced teacher, so he didn't think much about it just now, and directly judged that Zhou Yan was a teacher.

For a while, Zhou Yan's impression in Hua Yang's heart kept changing back and forth, making Hua Yang feel that even if Zhou Yan was standing in front of him, he was a little not three-dimensional.

The two chatted while walking, and later Hua Yang chatted with Zhou Yan about business.

"What's new lately?"

Zhou Yan smiled, it turned out that Hua Yang came over to ask for a draft.

However, he has not written a novel lately.

The reason why he submitted so many manuscripts last summer was because he didn't have anything to do in the crew at that time, so he wanted to write something to earn manuscript fees.

But later he found that the manuscript was not as easy as he imagined, and the manuscript fee was small and the delivery was slow, which was difficult to meet his needs to make money.

However, the soundtrack made him earn some money, and he became interested in movies, so the focus shifted to movies and soundtracks, and he put down the matter of writing novels.

Some of the novels that were submitted before were returned and still placed in his drawer, and some of them were not returned for a long time.

Since Hua Yang came, Zhou Yan didn't want him to lose empty-handed, so he nodded and said, "There is one." ”

"Really? Is the manuscript out? Have you considered voting for our "Yenching Literature"? Hua Yang asked impatiently.

"The manuscript is in my dormitory, or you can take it and read it, and if you can, I'll give it to you."

Hearing that the manuscript was in the dormitory, Hua Yang was so anxious that he almost grabbed Zhou Yan's arm, "Then let's go get the manuscript now." ”

Seeing that he was in such a hurry, Zhou Yan smiled and said, "I'll take you there now." ”

……

When he arrived at the dormitory, Zhou Yan rummaged through the drawer.

Hua Yang saw the pile of manuscript paper in the drawer and couldn't help asking, "Are these all your works?" ”

"A lot of them are scrapped."

Zhou Yan said casually, and then finally found a stack of manuscripts from inside.

Hua Yang looked inside the drawer again, he didn't believe that it contained waste manuscripts, those manuscripts were neatly stacked, and the words on them were also very neat, and even some manuscripts were in the envelope.

Besides, who would mix a good manuscript with a scrap manuscript?

Zhou Yan handed the stack of manuscripts he pulled out to Hua Yang, "A short story written some time ago. ”

After getting the manuscript, Hua Yang took out a glasses case from his pocket, and took out the glasses from the inside and put them on.

Zhou Yan saw that he was going to read the manuscript on the spot, so he dragged a chair to him from the side.

Hua Yang was not polite, sat down directly, and then took the manuscript and read it.

This novel is not long, a total of eighteen pages of manuscript paper, based on 300 words per page, which is about 6,000 words.

The speed at which an editor can read a manuscript depends on how neatly the author writes it.

Zhou Yan's calligraphy is not on the same footing, but it is very neat and clear at a glance.

For an editor like Hua Yang, who reviews manuscripts every day, it doesn't take more than a few minutes to read such a neatly written 6,000-word manuscript.

This novel is called "The Knife in the Clear Water", and it mainly revolves around the beliefs of the local people.

In a family, the old man died of his wife.

In the belief of the local people, once a person dies, he has the identity of a sinner, so the living must perform some rituals to rescue the dead.

In the rescue ceremony, offering a red date is the same as slaughtering a camel, but people in the world believe that the more valuable the offering, the better the effectiveness of the rescue.

The old man's idea was to light a stick of incense and bake two pieces of bread, but the son insisted on killing the cow in the family, because the son believed that his mother was not alive when she was alive, and that she should not be looked down upon when she died.

This novel deliberately downplays the plot and deliberately strengthens the detailed description, and the direction of the story is more pulled by the inner conflicts of the characters.

The novel keeps talking about killing the cow, but in the end it doesn't focus on killing the cow, and on the day of the killing, the old man leaves the house and comes back at sunset, when the old man only sees a huge cow head in the yard.

Hua Yang will carefully fold and smooth the manuscript, and try to make his movements as small as possible.

Zhou Yan saw Hua Yang's movements and knew that Hua Yang had been conquered by this novel.

In fact, when he took out this novel, Zhou Yan was very confident, it is also the winning work of the Lu Xun Literature Award, "The Knife in the Clear Water" has a special taste compared to other novels.

After the manuscript was flattened, Hua Yang let out a long sigh, this is a very good novel, there are still many details in it, and there are still many omissions in just a few minutes, which need to be studied slowly. When he read this novel, he was even more surprised than when he first saw "The Death of the Mayor of the Town".

But now there is no time to study carefully, he stood up directly, and said to Zhou Yan with a smile, "Then I'll take the manuscript back." ”

"Yes, but will you leave now?" Zhou Yan stood up.

"Well, I'll go back now." Hua Yang was eager to show the manuscript to the leader of their fiction group.

Zhou Yan politely said, "It's almost time for dinner, why don't you stay and have a meal before leaving." ”

"Nope." Hua Yang smiled and waved his hand, "Next time you go to our club, I will invite you to dinner." ”

"Then I'll send you."

……

As soon as Hua Yang came out of Zhou Yan's dormitory, he rode towards their unit.

When he arrived at the club, he rushed upstairs in one breath and slapped the manuscript on the table of Zhong Xinghua, the leader of the novel group, "Old Zhong, you, look at this." ”

Zhong Xinghua looked up at Hua Yang, who was panting, "What's it?" So in a hurry. ”

Hua Yang breathed a sigh of relief again and said, "The manuscript I just received." ”

"Who's?" Zhong Xinghua picked up the manuscript and raised his eyebrows, "This word seems to be the same person as "The Death of the Town Mayor"? ”

"Yes, it's a person. He's at the Central Conservatory of Music, and I just went to see him. Hua Yang smiled, Team Leader Zhong's ability to recognize handwriting and memory really made him admire.

Knowing that it was the author's new work of "The Death of the Town Mayor", Zhong Xinghua became a little interested, he unfolded the manuscript, and then read it carefully, Hua Yang stood next to him and waited for him.

A few minutes later, Zhong Xinghua stroked his palms and smiled, "Hua Yang, you have found a treasure." ”

……

After Zhou Yan sent Hua Yang away, he returned to the dormitory, and during this time, the filming of "Heaven's Reply" entered the second half, and he was also revising the soundtrack passages he wrote before.

The short passages I wrote earlier were all solo piano pieces, and he had recently added some other instruments to these pieces, and now he has sorted them out into three sections.

In the afternoon, he took the tape and went to Yanjing Studios to find Wang Junzheng.

When Zhou Yan saw Wang Junzheng, Wang Junzheng was scratching his ears and cheeks in front of a piece of paper.

He looked at the contents of the paper closely, it was a half-drawn storyboard, and a child was flying a kite, and some lines were drawn on it, which should indicate that it was raining.

"Sister Wang, what's the trouble here?"

Hearing Zhou Yan's voice, Wang Junzheng raised his head, "Zhou Yan, you're here." ”

"Well, you were so attentive that you didn't even notice me coming, this is the part where Chenchen flew a kite at the end?"

Wang Junzheng nodded, "Yes." ”

"This is the rain line?"

"Yes, well, it's not because of you."

"What's wrong with me?" Zhou Yan wondered.

"Well, because after listening to "Kite", I always have the image of flying a kite in the rain. Now I'm thinking about whether to change it and shoot this shot on a rainy day. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Junzheng sighed, "But if you shoot it in the rain, it will be very dangerous if it thunders." ”

"It's dangerous."

Although as long as there is no thunder, there is no problem, but safety is no small matter, and no one wants to take risks.

"In fact, it is also possible to use editing techniques to achieve this, first shoot the picture of the morning line in the Forbidden City, and then use the water spray truck to shoot the picture of the kite in the sky in other places, but this will have to abandon the long shot, and I am thinking about how to arrange the shot."

If the funds are sufficient, Zhou Yan will suggest that Wang Junzheng shoot both sets of shots, but obviously this proposal is unrealistic, usually shooting, Wang Junzheng keeps letting the actors rehearse and move over and over again, until the rehearsal effect is not a problem at all, and he is reluctant to waste a second of film.

Besides, if it is replaced by a rainy day, the cost is not just film, one scene becomes two scenes, and it takes money to arrange a water spray truck.

At this time, only Wang Junzheng can make his own decisions, and Zhou Yan is not good at giving advice.

"By the way, what are you doing here?" Wang Junzheng asked.

Zhou Yan handed her the tape, "Some of the passages I wrote before have been changed according to the scene, and I have also enriched them with other musical instruments, and I will bring them to you for listening." ”

"Okay, I'll hear it, where?"

"B-side."

Wang Jun was taking the tape to the tape recorder and putting the tape inside.

A total of three pieces were recorded on the B side, and the overall melody is not much different from before, only some details have been adjusted, but after adding instruments, it has become much richer.

Each paragraph lasted twenty or thirty seconds, and it took less than two minutes to listen to it.

Wang Junzheng smiled and nodded, "It's really much better than before, it seems that there are drums in the second paragraph." ”

Zhou Yan laughed, "That's not a drum." ”

"Aren't they drums? I sound like a drum. ”

"That's the sound of me kicking the bucket."

A total of three instruments are used in this section, piano, cello and waist drum, the cello is the main instrument, the piano is supplemented, and the waist drum is only used as an embellishment.

The cello was still looking for Yu Ran, but the waist drum was not easy to find, so Zhou Yan thought of a way to find a bucket in the dormitory, and played the piano while kicking the barrel.

What Zhou Yan thought was to make do with a bucket first, and then record it with real drums when the movie was officially matched.

Hearing Zhou Yan say that the drum sound inside was kicked out with a bucket, Wang Junzheng also found it interesting, "You really don't take the usual path, is there any more on this A-side?" ”

Zhou Yan shook his head, "The tape is the previous one, the A side has not moved, or "Kite" and a few other small segments. ”

I heard that there was "Kite" on side A, Wang Junzheng turned over the tape and listened to "Kite" again.

After one time, she didn't seem to be able to enjoy it, so she let it go again.

After the second pass, Wang Junzheng was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "I have decided, it must be changed to a rainy day." ”