Chapter 51 050. Then come with me
"The story, in fact, must be a good story... and I think the director must have had a prototype when shooting it. But I can't accept the shooting method... It's too rough, but I can understand it. The whole film feels like this to me. The director has no money, very poor...If he had money, he should be able to shoot better. But I really can't accept the shooting method...He is very strange, but I must say, this story...The filming is very good."
Helping Yu Zhen to carry the dumplings into the kitchen, Xu Xin said.
Ke said while shaking his head:
"But I still can't accept this kind of movie with too many fixed shots... He seems to be just filming the story as it is, telling the audience about it, instead of showing different psychological activities of characters in different scenes from various angles..."
He babbled a lot.
And Yu Zhen said she was relieved... very relieved.
Since the first class of her freshman year, she has been asking students not to interpret movies from the perspective of film critics, audiences, or any strange ones, but to think from the perspective of a director.
But in fact, this kind of angle requires a little bit of tempering, accumulation of experience, and enough experience or talent of a director to achieve it.
But the student in front of me seems to be born with this intuition.
From the moment when the pot of water was put on the shelf, until now the pot was making noises, all his comments on the movie were from the director's point of view.
How to shoot the shot looks tense, and how to arrange the plot will be more clever.
Whether it’s the scene, the shooting angle, the composition of the picture or the micro-expressions of the actors...he has listed many deficiencies in the film "Blind Well". And some places coincide with myself.
Besides being gratified...she is more of a kind of dumbfounding.
I asked you to watch movies for inspiration... Who asked you to hand in my film review homework?
So she asked:
"So have you found your inspiration?"
"..."
In an instant, the eloquent Xu Sanjin became mute.
Abaaaba...
I can’t even blow a fart.
"Looks like not."
Yu Zhen shook her head, held her mobile phone and said:
"Your master should be back soon. I'll call and ask where you are... You should think about it carefully, and then we'll chat while eating dumplings when you come back later, how about it?"
"…good."
Xu Xin, who has returned to the state of autistic child, lost all his enthusiasm for "The Blind Well" and entered the sage mode.
…
It was around 6 o'clock when Wang Wenyu brought his daughter Wang Xin home.
After seeing Xu Xin, he was not surprised, but rather enthusiastic.
Because he has a good impression of this young man, and he is also one of the few children whose daughter-in-law praises him as "talented".
Wang Xin did the same, calling Brother Xu one by one.
But that's not the point.
The point is that Wang Wenyu was exhausted after a week of business trip, but when he got home, he saw dumplings stuffed with beef and scallions made by his lover, and the two bottles of Moutai on the table.
This is the heart and soul.
Hearing from his lover that it was from Xu Xin, Wang Wenyu took out the cup from the wine cabinet while being polite...
Drinking a cup of Moutai with a strong sauce fragrance with a tired body, and then taking a bath after putting your daughter to sleep and being intimate with your lover, the happy life of a middle-aged person is nothing more than this.
So, before the first plate of dumplings was served, Wang Wenyu was already busy pouring wine.
As a result, Xu Xin waved his hand:
"Master, it's okay, I can't drink, I'm driving."
"Hey~"
Wang Wenyu waved his hand:
"Put the car here, it won't be a problem to drive tomorrow, it's the weekend anyway."
"No no no..."
Xu Xin still shook his head:
"I still have something to do with you. After drinking, we can't talk about business."
"…Um?"
Now, Wang Wenyu is really puzzled:
"What's up?"
"Xu Xin has a story in his mind, and he wants to get a script, but he has no direction. No, he came to me with wine today, just to solve this matter...Xinxin, come to eat."
When the dumplings came out of the pot, Yu Zhen, who was carrying two plates, came out of the kitchen and helped Xu Xin explain.
Wang Wenyu nodded first:
"Oh~~~"
Seeing that this "student" of himself is really something, he didn't force it, but poured a glass of wine for himself and his lover, and pointed to the chair:
"Then let's chat while eating, without delay."
As he spoke, Wang Wenyu brought Xu Xin a box of Huiyuan Juice.
"Hey, okay."
Received it with polite hands, opened the seal and poured it for herself, and Yu Zhen also untied the apron:
"Cook four dishes first, let's eat first. Dumplings have to be cooked while eating... mashed garlic?"
"Yes. I can do it myself~"
According to his own habits, he made a dipping sauce. As the head of the house, Wang Wenyu took the lead in holding the cup:
"I'll talk about other things in a while, come here... welcome to our house, Xu Xin. Let's touch one first."
"Thank you, Master."
Two glasses of fruit juice and two glasses of white wine came together.
A sip of pure Moutai, a sip of authentic beef dumplings.
It can be seen that Wang Wenyu ate very happily.
After eating two dumplings and a few mouthfuls of cold dishes, he picked up the cup again and asked Xu Xin:
"Where are you stuck?"
Xu Xin, who had just clinked a glass with Teacher Yu, quickly put down the glass, and then...
A distressed expression appeared on his face:
"I have a story in my head, but I can't find the entry point. I found a few entry points, but after thinking about it... I feel very mediocre. It's very uncomfortable."
"Is the entry point..."
Another dumpling was caught, and after swallowing it, Wang Wenyu said:
"Tell me where your inspiration is first."
"Inspiration is something my dad told me."
"good…"
With this glass of juice, he recounted how his father's Faxiao was killed and how he got in, and then said:
"After I heard this story, I wanted to write something... about my hometown. Master, you know that my family is not from northern Shaanxi. I am familiar with writing these things... and after I had a few ideas, they were all in my head I have simulated it in... I feel that the taste is not right, it is very mediocre. It is just... mediocre, and it feels very routine. It is nothing more than a story of justice being done in the end..."
"Routines are actually equivalent to the framework of the story. It doesn't have to be so exclusive. It's more like the main line that you already know clearly. What the screenwriter has to do is to refine the details in the main line through different techniques. The upper limit may not be high. But the lower limit is actually quite stable. So, for new writers, it doesn’t have to be unconventional, thinking: ah, I want to overthrow the routine, I want to create my own personal style.… These are meaningless, although we I have to admit that this world has the kind of geniuses who become famous with one book, but more authors actually rely on a little bit of perfect understanding of the world and more mature ideas to create a good work..."
In all honesty, Wang Wenyu's words are quite pertinent.
But Xu Xin still shook his head:
"The main reason is that I can't pass my own level..."
He won't say something like "I inherited my mother's behest".
It’s unnecessary, it’s too sensational, and it’s too hypocritical.
And it's his own standard, not someone else's.
For this kind of thing, just weigh in your heart "Will my mother worry if I do this kind of thing", or "Is it necessary" and so on.
Wang Wenyu is no stranger to Xu Xin's situation.
To put it bluntly, this is a very intuitive and very intuitive... It can even be said to be a "standard" mentality for newcomers.
He has seen many new writers submit with the attitude of "ah, my book must hit everyone", "the artistry is absolutely unprecedented", or "it is your honor to read this book of mine"...
The longer you work, the more you see.
And it is precisely because he has seen and talked a lot that he understands that if the child's mentality does not hit a wall, he will not learn to grow, and it will be difficult to change...
From this point of view, Wang Wenyu actually misunderstood Xu Xin.
Because what Xu Xin said about his own standard is not to compare with others, but purely because he does not accept it.
He didn't have a mentality of comparison, he just felt that compared with what he saw, heard, and experienced... the few entry points he found were a bit weak.
However, although the lips of the donkey are not right with the mouth of the horse.
But it is true, Xu Xin listened carefully, and Wang Wenyu did not fool Xu Xin.
From an editorial perspective, I gave him a lot of suggestions.
For example, first fragment the story, write out the paragraphs you want to express, and then connect them by connecting lines, first summarize and build the story.
Or find a similar type of story for reference... Note that it is a reference, not a plagiarism.
What you said is really serious.
Of course, I also ate dumplings.
And Xu Xin discovered that...Mr. Yu and his wife...can drink quite well.
It is equal to when the teacher started cooking dumplings again, the couple had already had two drinks for one person.
And when Xu Xin and Shigong were chatting about the bright spots he wanted to show in this story over cold dishes, Yu Zhen's phone rang suddenly.
No one took it seriously until Yu Zhen came out and saw the caller on the table... suddenly froze...
He took the mobile phone and walked to the kitchen:
"Hey, Director Ma..."
Seeing that the teacher had a phone call, Xu Xin lowered his voice.
As soon as the voice was suppressed, Yu Zhen suddenly heard:
"What?...now!?"
His voice was full of surprise.
Xu Xin stopped talking, thinking not to disturb Teacher Yu.
Wang Wenyu also looked at the kitchen wonderingly.
Then the two heard Yu Zhen say:
"This...Wenyu just came back from a business trip, and we both drank some wine. This tastes like wine..."
Then there was a pause:
"Okay, I understand, then I'll go over here. ... Mmm, see you later."
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Including Wang Xin, the three people at the table looked at Yu Zhen suspiciously.
Wang Wenyu asked directly:
"What's wrong? Who is looking for you? Going out?"
Yu Zhen nodded:
"Director Ma asked me to come over. Director Zhang originally said he would come back next Monday, but suddenly he moved ahead of schedule. He just got off the plane and called the people in the team to meet him."
Xu Xin didn't know what the two were talking about, but after Wang Wenyu heard it, he subconsciously said:
"Then I'll see you off..."
"No, I'll drive myself...uh..."
Suddenly, the couple were a little dumbfounded.
Then, after Yu Zhen realized it, she said another sentence:
"Then I'll take a taxi..."
"Don't, Mr. Yu, it's fine if I give you a ride. I didn't drink."
Xu Xin took out the Audi key from his pocket:
"It's freezing cold, how can I let you take a taxi."
"Well…"
When Yu Zhen heard it, she looked up and down mindlessly at Xu Xin, and suddenly nodded...
"Alright, then...you can go with me."
No way, who makes this student pleasing to the eye.
is a good seedling, when it is time to promote, he must be promoted.
Isn't this also the teacher's responsibility.
But Xu Xin didn't think too much, after hearing this, he suddenly turned his head...
"Xinxin, do you still eat your dumplings?"
Wang Xin, who didn't know why, shook her head, and watched Brother Xu pick up the plate for a while...
After stuffing seven or eight dumplings into her mouth together, she made fun of her.
muttered:
"Brother will eat for you... Teacher Yu, let's go?"
"...you child."
Yu Zhen smiled and shook her head:
"Let's go."
(end of this chapter)