I'm not a drama freak, I can really see through the script

Chapter 325, Love Sprouts in the Northwest Desert

Based on Mo Yan's understanding of Yu Hua.

What follows is absolutely tragic.

This is how traumatic literature is written—this is how it should be written.

Use pain to convey a message, use pain to resonate with pain, and give back to pain.
If Li Xuan were a novelist, he would have achieved extraordinary success by now.

So Mo Yan left—as someone who writes literature about the trauma of the past, he already knew what cruel things were going to happen next, so why should he stay here any longer?

Or, to put it another way, let's wait until the second half of the film is released to fully appreciate it.

Wait until the dish is 'complete' before tasting it.

As for Yu Hua, there was no way to refute it, because he knew that the script he was about to write would use the expressive style of "scar literature" to inflict pain on the audience during his happiest time.

But this pain can become a stepping stone for creators to reach the pinnacle.

That's how the script was written too.

"Sigh, I'm going to be the 'number one victim' of Li Xuan's work." Yu Hua murmured at this moment.

At this moment, Li Xuan was looking at 'Guiying'.

The events that follow are not without foreshadowing from earlier parts of the story.

That torrential rain was a death sentence for Guiying, who already had a disability and illness. She collapsed into the river while walking on the road.

It disappeared along with the river.
Guiying is dead, and the ray of light in Ma Laosi's heart
He was still reminiscing—"After the corn is harvested and sold in the fall, I'll buy you a big TV before the New Year! Then I'll take you to the city hospital and find a doctor to give you a proper check-up."

That one and only wedding photo was cropped into a black and white image.

The "double happiness" character on the wall was replaced with Guiying's portrait.

He pressed his wheat print onto Guiying's body, hoping to find her again down there.

On the earthen grave, they burned a television afterwards; it was the one he had promised.

Afterwards, he sold all the grain and was swindled out of a sum by a smooth-talking merchant.

The fourth brother paid off all his debts without saying a word, returned the two bags of potatoes he owed when he built the house, and released the donkey that had worked hard all its life. When it got dark, he wanted to return the eggs to his neighbor.

"These are the ten eggs that Guiying lent you before she passed away."

"What's the point of returning ten eggs? I'm not returning them."

Then the fourth brother remained silent, turned around and left quietly.

He peeled open an egg, one that he and Guiying had always been reluctant to eat.
Pesticides are too bitter.

Press the egg down.

And then, the suffering just continued—

Originally, the script was like this.

Originally, the script provided by the system and Li Xuan's experience were like this.

Life is like a song, like a lament.

Scars, pain, and the same things that sixth-generation directors are good at—it's about 'interpreting' pain in a very traditional way.

This is the result of Li Xuan's repeated imitation of the script of "Hidden in the Dust" after experiencing it in the system and reading it himself.

These painful experiences that leave scars in the hearts of the audience can become stepping stones to the pinnacle of the stage.

That's how it is, that's just how it is.

It should be so
Li Xuan also couldn't deny that this kind of filming, as long as the actors performed appropriately, could achieve the desired results—after all, this movie is quite good from all angles.

As long as we just follow the script provided by the system, everything will be fine.

however.

Li Xuan, however, was looking at the loess slope.

Ma Youtie and Guiying are munching on twisted dough sticks.

Hard, but slightly sweet. Twisted dough sticks.

Look at the wheat imprints pressed into Guiying's hand.

Roses may not grow in the Northwest, but love for you can.

In front of Guiying's portrait prop.

The woman next to Li Xuan, 'Guiying', was looking at this portrait.

"If I had known I would love you so much back then, I should have smiled more."

Even in Li Xuan's fantasy world, Guiying and Ma Youtie are 'separated by life and death' because the script dictates that they are.

It should be so.

Um.
This shouldn't be the case.

"The script changed a little? Hmm. That doesn't seem that surprising."

Literary consultant Yu Hua bore a kind of 'pain' on the set, knowing the fate of Ma Youtie and Guiying.

Even if the script is slightly changed, it makes no difference.

The difference is that in the script, Guiying faints and falls into the river in front of Ma Youtie when she is delivering his food.

It's just a difference between falling into a river and pulling out a corpse; otherwise, there's no difference at all.

They even fell into the river.

His body was never found.

That's cruel.

Compared to the original script.

Now you've become even more cruel.

At this moment, Yu Hua gave a thumbs up. I couldn't help but see the audience being moved to tears by the pain!

This can be seen as a kind of comfort for Yu Hua, a strong comfort, for experiencing pain in advance on this film set.

Thinking about this, Yu Hua felt that the mental anguish she had suffered was worthwhile.

I'm really looking forward to it! I'm curious to see how Li Xuan will use this script to torture the audience!
Yu Hua burst out laughing.
And then the plot unfolds.

That would be even more tragic.

He died but his body was never found.

It's still about returning eggs, still about paying off debts, still about receiving rejected eggs.

Back home, I wanted to use eggs to mask the bitterness of pesticide residue.
Then, the couple, as thin as wheat, disappeared into the dust and smoke, gradually vanishing into nothingness.

But, it's different.

What happened next was different.

"Your wife is back!"

The villagers shouted.

Just as You Tie was about to drink pesticide, he got up and went outside, only to see Gui Ying, who was soaking wet and looking utterly disheveled.

Guiying didn't speak, but simply raised her hand—on the back of her hand, there were small wheat flowers imprinted.

Guiying is not dead.

Downstream.

She was rescued by the villagers.
Ma Youtie was stunned, but still spoke calmly.

"It's cold outside."

"I boiled some eggs, took a shower, and ate them."

"Ah."

Ok.

The camera focused on the two entering the room, and then Ma Youtie and Guiying's hands touched slightly in the shot.

To retreat.

Then they tied their hands together.

It was wrapped in rough, large hands.

This time, don't let go.

Filming for "Hidden in the Dust" has wrapped.

"Is it okay to revise the script like this?"

This reversal left even Yu Hua, the literary consultant, quite astonished.

I still haven't realized it.

No, that's not how the script goes!
At this moment, he was once again somewhat shocked by Li Xuan's acting skills.

came back.

The person in front of me is not 'Ma Youtie', but 'Li Xuan', a rising star, a seventh-generation director, and a first-rate new generation of skilled actors.

A prodigy, a talented young man, is from a completely different world from the 'forgotten' Ma Youtie. They are entirely different from those who are marginalized and forgotten.

Even now, Yu Hua is still stunned by Li Xuan's top-notch script. Only now does she realize that it's not just about the script; Li Xuan's superb acting skills also brought out the strength of the script.

That 'natural' feeling.

It seems similar to when Ge You played Fugui back then—or even more profound in feeling.

Because only now did Yu Hua seem to remember that the director of this movie was Li Xuan, that young prodigy, and not someone else, Ma Youtie, who was just a character in this theater.

One.

'tragedy'

That's how it is.

but.
At this moment, Li Xuan faced the literary consultant Yu Hua and after a moment of silence said, "Mr. Yu Hua, you don't agree with me changing the script like this either, do you?"

During this time, although Yu Hua was shocked and surprised by Li Xuan's changes to the script, he did not offer any opinions until after filming was completed.

“You are the creator, so you naturally have your reasons and ideas,” Yu Hua paused and said, “Respecting you as the biggest original author and finding areas that can be filled in is what I, as the ‘advisor,’ need to do.”

Although, in your book "Hidden in the Dust," I'm more like a figurehead.
However, how many production teams would want to invite Yu Hua, a great writer, to lend his name to their works?

A work that is tested in the college entrance examination every year—just the author's name alone is known to everyone who has gone through high school—in a sense, his name is more useful than the names of most idols in China!

This is Yu Hua, one of China's top literary figures, though he always says he is just a popular novelist.

But it did not affect his status in the slightest.
It could be said that Yu Hua's appearance in "Hidden in the Dust" also served as a way of supporting Li Xuan.

We tried to find and fill in the gaps in his work, but we didn't actually find or fill in anything.

Li Xuan himself gave it his all.

I was just here to lend my name.

At this moment, Li Xuan expressed his sincere gratitude.

"Thank you, Teacher Yu Hua."

"It's alright."

"However, I still want to ask you something—if you want to achieve better results, using your original script is actually the best option."

If "Hidden in the Dust" had been filmed according to the original script, these things would have become scars, leaving deep wounds in the hearts of the audience. These scars would remain there for a long time, and they would become the driving force for the work's progress.
The 'upper limit' will be higher.

"Yes, I know."

At this point, Li Xuan paused and said, "But if we put it another way, this kind of filming won't leave any wounds in the hearts of the audience."

It will not leave a wound.
"Instead, it will leave behind a little warmth from the wheat blossoms. These wheat blossoms, carried by the autumn wind, will leave a warm stove in their hearts, keeping them warm."

Compared to the straightforward coldness and austerity of the original "Hidden in the Dust," Li Xuan added a lot of warmth and feeling to it, not only the protagonist's fate, but also the people around him. They were no longer purely indifferent, but were given warmth.

It gave the audience warmth.

This answer left Yu Hua stunned, leaving him completely speechless.

I never expected Li Xuan's answer would be like this.
The reason for abandoning the 'upper limit' is to let the audience feel not heartbreak, but a sense of warmth, even though that warmth will certainly fade faster than the wounds left by a knife.
But it brings laughter to the audience.

Instead of crying.

This is enough.

Yu Hua suddenly felt that he had 'lost' somewhere.

Throughout his life, the only person he could call his rival was his close friend Mo Yan. The two had their share of wins and losses, as well as the awards they won, the sales of their works, and their achievements.

Yu Hua is more widely known, while Mo Yan has won more awards for his artistic value; they even have to compare who won the Nobel Prize in Literature first.

With such a high level of achievement, he can no longer feel the urge to 'lose'.

After filming wrapped and he returned to Beiping, he made a special trip to see Mo Yan.

I answered one of his questions.

"He is Li Xuan, not my apprentice. He is simply and purely Li Xuan, someone with his own style and principles."

"A true artist"

After filming wrapped up, Li Xuan didn't immediately return to Beiping. Even though the crew had disbanded, he stayed there.

Liu Yifei also stayed here. Having restored her original makeup, she was no longer the same as before, but rather the same as before.

She has regained her stunning appearance and the most beautiful temperament, one that no one can match.

beautiful.

In the yellow sands of Northwest China.

This beauty.

Absolutely.

A beautiful rose.

What kind of man is standing before me?
Liu Yifei watched as someone changed the fate of a character, brought smiles to the audience, and even paid a price for it.

In the literature of trauma, Li Xuan rejected the element of trauma as an absolute element, and instead used love to drive the work and achieve the final result.

"Some people may think that my behavior is a bit foolish, but that's just how people are, and it can't be changed. And that's just how I am. Faced with a seemingly perfect script, I use my willfulness to create flaws in it."

“But I will still choose to do it, and I will still make this choice for the sake of Guiying and Ma Youtie’s fate.”

Li Xuan smiled at this moment.

Very carefree.
If this work doesn't win an award, so be it.

Anyway.

I'll just use other works to take them. Don't underestimate the excellent works I accumulated in my past lives!

The system also helps to present it!
At this moment, Liu Yifei kept looking at Li Xuan.

Even with Li Xuan's thick skin, he had some trouble with that direct gaze. Could he withstand it?
Absolutely, easily.

Li Xuan responded with an aggressive look.

Their eyes met under the moonlight on the yellow sandy land.

This time, Liu Yifei was a little shy.
Although she blushed, she didn't look away.

At this moment, Li Xuan jokingly laughed.

Why are you staring at me?

"Because you're good-looking."

At this moment, Liu Yifei grinned brightly.

Li Xuan wanted to say something more, but he also knew that sometimes, it was better not to say anything.

There's no need to speak. Some things, as long as you feel them sincerely, you'll feel even more, without needing to use words.

Just like that, quietly, under the moonlight, Liu Yifei nestled on Li Xuan's shoulder, a natural and tacit understanding.

Feeling the warmth of the night air, and the scent of gardenias.

At this moment, Liu Yifei leaned on Li Xuan's shoulder.

Guiying, it's so good to have met you, Fourth Brother.

I'm so glad I met Brother Li.

It's not because of his talent, his reputation, or anything about him; it's simply that Li Ge is Li Ge. He's not some elite member of the seventh generation of directors, nor is he one of the "Four Little Heavenly Kings."

The fact that he is Li Xuan is enough to put people at ease.

That's enough to make people...
attract.

The two slept snuggled together all night—nothing could happen.

Sleeping in each other's arms under the moonlight is indeed romantic, but it can also easily lead to catching a cold, although for me, this is not something that can affect me.

System, you are so powerful!
He transformed himself from a broken body into the strong and powerful body he has today.

Powerful and strong, so powerful!

Of course, Liu Yifei didn't have it so easy; she even smeared some snot onto Li Xuan's clothes.

So even goddesses get runny noses.

So girls need to poop too!

Of course, to avoid embarrassing Liu Yifei, Li Xuan pretended not to wake up and let her get up and leave first.

After she left.

Li Xuan saw the lollipop next to him.

When we first met, she ate cheap candy, and she's still secretly eating it now.

Six lollipops were arranged into a flower shape.

This is for you.

My little flower.