1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 155 Another Trouble
The effect of being unable to let go is: you want to watch it again after watching it.

It's just like "Titanic". You cry so hard after watching it, but you still have to watch it a few more times.

The ticket office outside was crowded again, with a group of people blocking the way. Many of them were audience members who had just walked out. They hadn't even wiped away their tears yet, but they were already buying tickets for the next show.

"You have to say, this movie is really well made!" Kong Jiesheng exclaimed.

"Shall we watch it again?"

"I want to watch it again, too." Wang Xiaoying chirped, "Watching it once is not enough."

"Can you buy tickets?" Wang Anyi pointed to the ticket office.

It's even more exaggerated now, with people crowding together like zombies. Even if you turn into a mosquito, you probably can't get in.

"Jiang Xian, you wrote the script for the movie, why don't you get us some tickets?" Kong Jiesheng looked at someone.

"I?"

Jiang Xian rolled his eyes and said, "Don't worry about me. Where can I get tickets for you? The director didn't even give me any."

"Ugh."

Everyone sighed.

It’s so sad. It’s so sad!
I definitely want to watch this movie a second time.

They strolled around and happily discussed the plot of the movie, discussing the details in it. If they encountered any disagreement, they could directly ask the screenwriter Jiang Xian.

Jiang Xian was in a good mood and told them some behind-the-scenes stories about the film's literary script.

The film scripts from the 70s and 80s were different from those of later generations. They were written as genuine literary works, with great care in the choice of words and sentences. After they were written, they were like novels and were first published in magazines for movie lovers to watch.

Later, the script only served the purpose of the movie. Firstly, the script could not be spread outside at will. Secondly, the script was just a collection of lines, which directly advanced the plot.

"Do you know how particular the literary script of the movie "Border Town" is? There is a line describing the scenery: 'Saxifrage swaying in the wind'. Mr. Shen Congwen said it was totally wrong. Saxifrage grows on the rock wall and it is impossible for it to sway. So he changed it specifically."

"There is another scene where the yellow dog licked Cuicui's face to comfort her. Mr. Shen Congwen said that this is something only foreign dogs would do. Chinese dogs would never do such a thing, and the Chinese would never allow it to do so. It has been deleted."

Jiang Xian kept talking.

The friends were stunned when they heard this.

What else is there to say?
The script has been polished to such an extent, no wonder it turned out so well!

"We must come out and watch it again next week!" Kong Jiesheng couldn't help but look forward to it.

"You have to be able to buy a ticket."

"It's still impossible to get a ticket in a week?" Kong Jiesheng frowned.

“Make way, make way!”

A group of people were talking when a young man, in a hurry, took two steps at a time, put something in his bag, got on his bicycle, and rode away.

"What are you in such a hurry for?" Chen Shixu wondered.

Jiang Xian thought about it and said, "He must be a runner, delivering the copies."

Nowadays, a copy of a film is shared by several adjacent cinemas and is delivered in the order of the screening time. The person who delivers the copy is called a film runner.

If you come across a hit movie, you will be extremely busy.

Moreover, one copy weighs 10 kilograms, and a movie has 5 to 9 copies. One copy is 20 minutes long. For example, Border Town is 90 minutes long, which means there are 5 copies. A movie weighs almost 50 kilograms. Delivering copies is like a triathlon.

I walked around Xidan for a while, but no one was shopping and I had no desire to spend, so I took bus No. 18 back home.

On the bus, I could hear people talking about "Border Town".

"I like that little Cuicui so much."

“I like that dog, too.”

"That dog can swim."

"I can't get enough of this movie. It's so well made."

"Of course I am. I cried so hard that I broke down."

After listening to the story of "Border Town" all the way, a group of people returned from the prosperous Xidan to the dilapidated Zuojiazhuang. The difference was so big that it seemed like they had changed their city.

As soon as Wang Xiaoying returned to the dormitory, he couldn't help but share it with Tie Ning and Zhang Keng Keng, "That movie was really good. It's a pity that you didn't go. Let's go together next week." Tie Ning was immediately curious, "What movie was it?"

"border town."

"Is it really that beautiful?"

"It's great! I still can't get enough of it. The story is so touching. Xiao Cuicui is so good, I can't describe how good she is!"

Zhang Kengkeng couldn't help laughing, "Xiaoying, you are also a writer, how can you say this?"

Wang Xiaoying blushed, "I like it very much."

"An Yi, tell me."

Wang Anyi pondered for a few seconds, "Well, I think it shows a unique artistic charm in many aspects. The details and atmosphere of rural life in Xiangxi are also very good. The story scenes are very touching, just like the natural and simple life in a real remote town."

On the other side, Kong Jiesheng was also promoting in the dormitory like a loudspeaker.

"Comrade Dashan, Comrade Zilong, you really should go and see it. The movie is so beautiful."

"Really?" Jia Dashan was surprised.

"Let's go and see it together next week."

"Haha, I won't go." Jiang Zilong declined politely: "I wrote a manuscript these days and am revising it. I am preparing to publish it soon."

“???” Kong Jiesheng was confused.

When did you write this? I didn't notice it at all!

"Comrade Zilong, are you going to be the first student to publish a manuscript?"

Jiang Zilong smiled and said, "As a secretary, I have to set a good example for everyone."

"No one is definitely faster than you. It's only been a week." Kong Jiesheng exclaimed.

Jiang Xian sat sideways on the chair, holding a handful of melon seeds in his hand, crunching them without saying a word.

The next day.

Wang Meng's class.

As soon as she came in, Wang Meng announced in advance, "I will assign an assignment to all of you in this class."

The students complained bitterly, but they also pricked up their ears to listen to Wang Meng's arrangements.

"Teacher Wang, what's the homework?"

Wang Meng kept it to herself for now and kept it a secret.

"I have published many articles in the past two years, including "Buli", "Eyes of the Night", "Kite Ribbon", "Butterfly", "Voice of Spring" and "Dream of the Sea". Have you read them all?"

Jiang Zilon was the first to realize it.

“Stream of consciousness literature?”

Wang Meng smiled and said, "Comrade Zilong guessed it. The homework I assigned is a stream-of-consciousness piece of literature. After this class, everyone must hand it in to me."

The students immediately started whispering to each other.

“What is stream of consciousness literature?”

“I haven’t heard of this concept.”

"It seems to have come from the West."

Jiang Xian still sat in his seat with a calm expression, picked up the cup and drank a sip of water quietly.

Stream of consciousness literature?
Hiss.

There was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

If it is really that novel.

That's so stream-of-consciousness.

A representative work of Chinese stream-of-consciousness literature!

(End of this chapter)