Renyi, so the door to the office, is open.

This morning, he wanted to re-read Jiang Xun's "Fanghua", but the office was full of people, just like a vegetable market.

He is a good gentleman, generous, kind-hearted, soft-hearted, and humane, he can't wipe his face, what is the house, the evaluation of the title, all the miscellaneous looking for him, half a morning without a sip of water.

"Xunzi ......"

When Jiang Xun came in, he saw a person fighting a lawsuit with Yu Yuan, who was performing abroad in the courtyard, and this one was vying to go, so Yu Yuan's heart softened, so he added this person's name and crossed out the other person.

But the crossed-out man came to him again and asked why he had crossed him out, and he had to correct it.

As a result, the person who was crossed out today came to him again, making him unpleasing and in a dilemma.

Looking at Yu Yuan's appearance, Jiang Xun was sad and funny,

"Xunzi, you're here, eat here at noon." So he finally got this person satisfied, and then he saw Jiang Xun, just like seeing a child, he subconsciously opened the drawer, wanting to find something delicious, "You came to find Xiaopu?" ”

The brothers are good, everyone knows the artist, Jiang Xun can't help but feel a little sad.

Since '84, his memory has begun to decline, and he has forgotten things, and in the past two years, the names of people in the theater and the names of places that he often walks have often "dropped the line", and this year, his mouth has been moving, and he can't control it.

"You asked me to come, didn't you say that you would invite me to eat dumplings stuffed with mutton at noon?" Jiang Xun sat in the corner of his desk with a grin, picking up a book and flipping through it.

"Come down, there are no rules." So he patted his head like Wang Lifa, "I remember, you said that I have this memory, I read the book, it is a good book, and it is really well written." ”

In a word, Jiang Xun almost broke the defense.

He looked at the notebook, which had comments written in pencil.

This is also the habit of the hospital, even if you give an opinion, you must write it with a pencil, so that you can erase it at any time.

He has a lot of respect for other people's labor, and he has to read it twice in advance to give advice to other people's scripts, and he thinks that people have worked hard and spent a long time to write a script for you to read, and it is not enough for you to give advice to others after reading it once.

"I don't have any opinion on this book, I feel very mature," so he smiled, "Okay, we have a screenwriter again, no, I know you love to eat mutton-stuffed dumplings, let's drink some at noon." ”

Hey –

Jiang Xun put his elbows on the table with a hippie smile, supported his chin, and leaned forward without skin and face, which made him sit back with a smile, "Go, if you have something to say, don't make some tricks." ”

"I mean, Uncle Yu, I won the Plum Blossom Award, you don't invite me to eat dumplings, this is a book, you want to invite me to eat dumplings, and you want to invite me to drink, why is this?"

So he laughed, and he reached out and flicked it on Jiang Xun's brain.

"Xunzi, you say, why don't writers and poets say that they are language artists? Why do actors feel that the title of an actor is not enjoyable, and they have to add performing artists, first-class actors, and second-class actors...... What is the winner of what award? ”

Well?

"Aren't they all actors who win awards or not? Is an award that important? So he looked at Jiang Xun like this.

Outside the window, sporadic raindrops drifted in, burrowed into the window, and moistened a gentleman's orchid on the windowsill.

Jiang Xun is silent, yes, no matter when, I am an actor.

"But after all, I'm young, not like you old comrades, you eat more salt than we eat, you see, Teacher Su Min gave me a watch, don't you have to express it?"

"I don't have mountains of gold and silver like Su Min, so what do you want?" So he showed Wang Lifa's helpless expression, as if Song Enzi and Wu Xiangzi were blackmailing him in front of him.

"Ah, that'...... The shopkeeper Wang doesn't want us to see it, and the shopkeeper will definitely find a way for us! We have to save face for the king's shopkeeper! Right? The king's shopkeeper! Jiang Xun smiled and said the lines in the teahouse.

"I have a not-so-clever idea: just have a monthly subscription, the first day of every month, according to the solar calendar, you put that ...... That meaning is delivered, you save trouble, and I save trouble! ”

Jiang Xun had an expression of Song Enzi on his face, which made him laugh. He also followed the line, "How much does that mean?" ”

"Years of friendship, you look at it! You're smart, can you still make that bit of an embarrassment? Jiang Xun said with a smile.

So he laughed.

He liked this young man too much.

Among the actors he knew, the one he admired the most was Li Baotian, the other was Jiang Wen, and now he has added a Jiang Xun.

This kid is willing to endure hardships, has a strong understanding, and has a good personality, not as restrained as others, and is smart with a little cunning, and now he can write a book, and the first book is so well written.

"Xunzi, don't lose your money...... so Zhi smiled and pointed at Jiang Xun.

"No way, I'm having a hard time...... I've tried my best to survive. Jiang Xun likes the teahouse too much, and the lines come as soon as he opens his mouth, "I have to live, what secrets and insights of yours are not allowed to pass on to you?" ”

That's what I want.

So Zhi smiled, he stood up, in '87, he wrote a book "So on Performing Arts", and now he is writing "On the Beijing Renyi School of Drama".

Yes, Renyi's performance is in a class of its own!

"You...... It's also ......" Jiang Xun held the manuscript in his hand, the handwritten manuscript, this has not been paid yet, I am afraid that I am the first to read it.

"Give me more advice," he waved his hand pretending to be impatient, "If you come, ask me for something, and you will go back after eating the dumplings, and stay away ......from me."

"Let's go, let's just slip away...... Jiang Xun said and pretended to walk out the door, just as he met a group of people coming in with lunch boxes.

"Director Gu, Brother Pu, Brother Long Yun......"

At this time, there were more than a dozen screenwriters in Beiping Renyi, known as the "Little Writers Association", Li Longyun, He Jiping, Guo Shixing, Wang Zifu, Gu Wei, Lin Zhaohua, Ren Ming, Pu Cunxin......

Batches of young playwrights, directors and actors have bloomed their talents on the stage and become the backbone of Beiping people's arts.

Yu Yuan was in charge of the creative team at the beginning of Renyi, and all the people in the creative group of Renyi liked him very much.

Usually the screenwriters' lives are very free, and Yuyuan will organize six or seven screenwriters to chat and eat together every week.

The screenwriter also went to him to eat from the cafeteria at noon, he provided wine, soaked wolfberries and the like, and everyone ate, drink, and chatted together at noon every day, but in fact, they were all talking about books, which was equivalent to a working meal.

"You all come and see, let's see, we have another writer......"

Oh, Pu Cunxi knows, Jiang Xun and the others are preparing to participate in the World University Student Drama Festival, and the book is created, and a copy is also given to Teacher Su Min, but he hasn't had time to turn it over.

"Look, I'm going to make dumplings...... Jiang Xun saw this vacancy, ran to the cafeteria, made three mutton dumplings, and took a few heads of garlic.

"Just look at the beginning, it's a good book!" Before he reached the door, Lin Zhaohua's voice came from inside.