Entertainment Era: My Good Sister Is All Over the World

Chapter 83 Writing a Letter (Please Subscribe)

"Great song, it's really nice!"

"What song is this? I've never heard it before!"

"The lyrics are so well written; a happy life depends on us, the new generation of the 1980s!"

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As soon as Chen Fangyuan started singing, she attracted a lot of passersby who came over to watch and showered the girl with praise.

"No, no, it's just that the lyrics and melody are good." Chen Fangyuan really didn't deserve it and waved his hands repeatedly.

Gu Jianbin really loved this song and said to Huang Wenbin, "Comrade Huang, can you sell me this song? I really love it. If we find a suitable person to sing it, it will definitely become a hit all over the country."

"Of course," Huang Wenbin nodded with a smile. "If Teacher Gu likes it, then I'll give it to you as a gift. However, I happen to be a little busy and might need your help."

Gu Jianfen was stunned for a moment. Although a song can only sell for thirty or forty yuan at most now, it was a considerable income for people back then.

"That's several tens of yuan, you don't want it?" Liu Xiaoli said with some surprise.

Huang Wenbin smiled faintly: "I earn a decent income from writing and screenwriting. I'd also like to make friends with Teacher Gu and the others."

"Being a writer is great," Chen Fangyuan murmured. "Maybe I should write novels too."

Li Shuangjiang laughed and scolded, "Are you sure you can do it? How many words do you even know?"

"Teacher Li, I am a college student, you know," Chen Fangyuan said somewhat indignantly.

Li Shuangjiang nodded: "I know, he's an erhu major, after all. Hands that are used to playing the erhu can write novels."

"You look down on me!" Chen Fangyuan exclaimed, "I really have no choice but to write this novel."

Huang Wenbin sized up Chen Fangyuan. This girl was actually quite avant-garde in her thinking. She was free-spirited by nature and disliked being restrained. Moreover, she had a strong personality and was disdainful of all kinds of so-called rules.

This is also one of the reasons why both of her marriages broke down quickly in a short period of time, because she found that after marriage, many people forced her to accept the idea that women must carry on the family line and be good wives and mothers.

She once told Wang Gang directly that she was not interested in having children and would not change herself because of anyone's coercion.

So in the end, she was all alone, carefree and unrestrained, singing whenever she wanted, beautiful on her own.

"I don't know what kind of help you want me to do?" Gu Jianbin ignored the two men's argument and looked at Huang Wenbin.

Huang Wenbin didn't beat around the bush and said directly, "Beijing Film Studio recently completed a film, but it still needs a score. I know very little about music. So I hope Professor Gu can recommend one or two experts in the industry."

"Film score, huh?" Gu Jianbin pondered for two seconds. "What genre is it? Are there any specific requirements?"

Huang Wenbin briefly described the story of "Let the Bullets Fly" and also mentioned his requirements, which were similar to those of "The Sun Also Rises".

"I can't do this kind of project." Gu Jianfen shook her head with a hint of regret. She had originally thought that if it wasn't too difficult, she would have done it herself, but now she gave up after hearing about the project and requirements.

Huang Wenbin sincerely said, "So I hope Teacher Gu can recommend one or two suitable people. Consider this song as an advance thank you."

"That's too expensive." Gu Jianbin shook his head repeatedly: "Finding someone for you was just a casual question. You still have to pay for the song award; that can't be less."

Huang Wenbin didn't insist any further, saying, "Then let's give Teacher Gu half the market price."

"You're making me owe you a favor," Gu Jianbin said with a smile. "Alright, that's settled then. I'll go and inquire about the person for you; we should have a reply within a day or two."

Huang Wenbin was very pleased: "Once you get the news, just call the Beijing Film Studio's reception office. I'll write down the number for you!"

As he spoke, he picked up a pen and wrote his name and the address of the Beijing Film Studio's reception office in Gu Jianbin's notebook.

The group chatted for a while longer before dispersing.

As she left, Liu Xiaoli glanced at Huang Wenbin a couple more times, lost in thought.

Huang Wenbin didn't notice and just pedaled his bicycle furiously back to the Beijing Film Studio.

It was getting late, so he returned to his room at the guesthouse.

Xu Xiaoming, who lives next door, went back to Hong Kong yesterday. He has to handle the broadcast of "The Legend of Huo Yuanjia" and will not be back for a few days.

Wu Tianming also returned to Xi'an first. He set up the photography studio there and also made good connections with the relevant departments so that it would be convenient to start filming directly when he arrived.

Huang Wenbin didn't have much to do, since he was the planner and screenwriter, mainly responsible for the overall direction and the script.

After returning to his room, he first turned on the heater and then the lights.

Electricity was still quite scarce these days, and many large courtyards in Yanjing only had 15-watt light bulbs, which gave off a dim, yellowish light.

Sometimes the power goes out from time to time.

Huang Wenbin took a ceramic tea mug, filled it with hot water, and placed it on the table.

After a while, it warmed up, so I took off my cotton-padded coat and trousers, took out paper and pen, and started to get into the zone.

The first thing I did was write a letter home.

His mother in this life had never attended school and was illiterate, but she had a very gentle personality, never lost her temper, and always worked hard without complaint. He was truly grateful to this mother because it was she who insisted that he go to school.

His father was originally illiterate, but after serving in the army for a few years and attending nighttime literacy classes, he surprisingly developed quite good handwriting. The family was extremely poor, and it was only through his handwriting that he was able to marry a woman. Unfortunately, it was he who consistently prevented Huang Wenbin from attending school. Perhaps he had witnessed too many educated people being persecuted and suffering tragic ends, leaving him with a deep-seated fear. Even though that period has passed, he still feels lingering unease, afraid that those people might return.

His younger sister, Huang Wenxin, is currently in the second year of junior high school. She is gentle and shy, and very sensible, but she has also inherited her father's stubbornness. The father and daughter have argued quite a bit.

Having learned from his previous experience, Huang Wenbin now writes separate letters to each of them each time.

The letters I wrote to my father were mostly about everyday things, and I'd also mention some of the things he was doing in Yanjing, to give him a heads-up in case he got too excited and something went wrong.

He wrote another letter to his younger sister, nothing more than words of encouragement for her studies, and slipped a few dollars into the letter for her to hide and spend slowly.

After you finish writing these two letters, put them in the envelope.

Huang Wenbin started writing to Chung Chu-hung again; in fact, he had already asked Xu Xiaoming to deliver some messages to her beforehand.

But bringing it along is not as touching as writing it out.

In this day and age, writing letters is the most romantic way to communicate.

You can freely show off your talents without worrying about outsiders finding out.

He certainly liked Cherie Chung, but as for whether or not they should get married, he felt they should let nature take its course.

Having arrived in this era, he was prepared to be a scumbag.

Not the kind of relationship where you start something and then abandon it, but rather, "you've come at just the right time." Of course, this requires a lot of skill.

Otherwise, by 1983 he would have been considered a hooligan and executed.

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