Chapter 56

night.

When it was time to eat, Hao Yun found a small restaurant near the company and arranged a table of appetizers.

Now that the company's financial situation is well-off, he didn't try to be frugal. He arranged fish-flavored pork shreds, tomato scrambled eggs, pork rib stew and so on, and ordered a case of beer.

The only pity is that there are fewer people and it is not very lively.

There were only three people at Tianyuan Films, the director, screenwriter and a secretary, and Yunmeng Entertainment had Hao Yun come by himself, because it was inconvenient to discuss the script, and he didn't even bring his crouching dragon and phoenix chick.

The screenwriter sitting next to the field was named Wang Xingkai, and he sounded like a book writer.

It's just that the rough appearance is not at all bookish, but it looks like a butcher in a vegetable market.

Standing up with a glass in hand, he handed Hao Yun the wine.

"Mr. Hao... or Brother Yunshen, when I was still in Yanjing, I often heard people in the circle say that your words are like poems, with impeccable beauty in form and meaning. This cup I respect you, respect your literary talent!"

"You're being polite, you're being polite... You don't have to, Mr. Hao, just call me Hao Yun from now on."

"Brother Yun! This name sounds good."

Tian Ye's eyes lit up, and he nodded and smiled.

"I think it's okay! Just call me Brother Yun!"

In terms of age, Hao Yun was at least ten years older than them, but if it seemed impolite to call him Xiaoyun, he simply called him Brother Yun.

This not only dilutes the age gap, but also does not appear to be divided.

Hao Yun didn't refuse either, and silently toasted everyone, as a tacit consent to the title.

"Brother Tian, ​​I also offer a toast. I wish our movie a smooth launch and a successful conclusion!"

"Haha, I will lend you a good word! But you have done two things with this glass of wine, which is not very authentic. I have to drink with you again!"

"It's easy to say!" Hao Yun smiled and clinked glasses with Director Tian, ​​and finished it first, "Enough drinking, let's all start eating, let's not be polite."

In Hao Yun's impression, he had participated in this kind of entertainment many times in his previous life, so he was quite handy when dealing with it.

What's more interesting is that whether it's this life or the previous life, his alcohol capacity is surprisingly good, even if he doesn't like drinking very much.

After several bottles in succession, it was like drinking water, but I didn't feel anything at all.

After drinking a few bottles of wine, the originally somewhat restrained atmosphere was also opened up by the smell of wine and chatterbox.

"Hey! I really didn't expect that at your age, you can write such spiritual songs! When I was a freshman, let alone writing songs, I couldn't even sing well."

Tian Ye laughed and said.

"Haha, with your broken voice, let alone more than ten years ago, you may not be able to sing anything even if you sing it now."

Li Xiaohui, the secretary sitting next to him, also laughed and teased, "Others ask for money to sing, but my old king sings for death!"

"Hahaha!"

Hearing the laughter of several people, Hao Yun also smiled in his heart.

Sing to death?

Coincidentally, there was one in his bedroom.

Being ridiculed by Tian Ye and Secretary Li, Screenwriter Wang didn't take it seriously, but laughed at himself.

"Hey, what can we do? Those of us who can't sing well can only buy words and earn some money to make ends meet."

"I'm no worse at writing than you. I think that firework-cold words really hit my heart!" Tian Ye laughed, then looked at Hao Yun, "Brother Yun, I forgot to ask You have read the script, how do you feel?"

When he said this, Tian Ye actually wanted to show off.

Although the script was not perfect in his opinion, it was already very close to the world in his heart.

Although it was a subjective feeling, he felt that Hao Yun's thoughts should be the same as his own.

However, what he didn't expect was that when he talked about the script, Hao Yun, who was holding the cup, frowned slightly, as if something was not simple.

"Brother Tian, ​​do you want to hear me tell the truth or lie?"

Tian Ye was slightly taken aback, then looked at Wang Xingkai, smiled and threw the topic to him.

"it's up to you!"

Wang Xingkai smiled and waved his hand.

"It's good to be honest, we accept criticism! Anyway, this thing is just a first draft, and there will be changes later."

"Then let me tell the truth," Hao Yun coughed lightly, and said with a straightened expression on his face, "I'm afraid there are a lot of things that need to be changed in this script...just talking about the outline, I don't think it's good enough. "

There was a moment of silence in the house.

Hearing the latter sentence, Tian Ye opened his mouth, with an incredulous expression on his face.

The same was true for Secretary Li who was sitting next to him. Obviously, he did not expect Hao Yun to give such an evaluation.

On the other hand, the screenwriter Wang Xingkai, the expression on his face became even more excited, and his whole face was swollen into a liver color.

He knows best how much painstaking effort it took to write the script.

But now someone actually told him that the outline part is not good enough?

It’s fine if it’s someone else, no matter how well written an article is, there will be people who don’t like it, and a writer can’t serve everyone.

But this person is the composer who composed the lyrics and music of Firework Yi Leng. Who else can understand the emotions contained in that song better than him?

"Brother Yun, I have to say a few words to you," Tian Ye coughed lightly, and smoothed things over, "The way we speak can be more tactful..."

Looking at the wink Tian Ye gave him, although Hao Yun knew his kindness in his heart, he still felt a little helpless.

Didn't you ask me for my opinion?

Then I'll be honest.

"It's okay. You have the most say in this song. Your opinion is very important. Besides, I said it too. I accept criticism." Wang Xingkai shook his head, raised his cup and stood up, "Brother Yun, I respect this cup." you!"

After finishing speaking, he clinked glasses with Hao Yun who also stood up, and then quickly drank the wine in the glass.

Looking at Wang Xingkai who was clearly angry, Tian Ye tried to comfort him.

"Old Wang, don't take it to heart. Brother Yun is just offering advice. You have been doing writing work for so many years, and I still scold you less?"

"I didn't take it to heart, but there is one thing I want to ask!"

With the smell of alcohol in his eyes, Wang Xingkai reluctantly sat back on the chair, stared straight at Hao Yun, and said with some dissatisfaction, "I just want to know, you said there is a problem with my outline, what is the problem? where?"

Looking at the serious Wang Xingkai, Tian Ye shook his head dumbfounded.

While he was thinking about how to smooth things over, Hao Yun who was sitting across from the wine table spoke slowly.

"Brother Wang, first of all, I have to say that I didn't intend to offend you."

Wang Xingkai nodded vigorously.

"I know! I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask for advice!"

Hao Yun: "First of all, in terms of the background of the story, I think you don't have to set it as the Wei State in the period when the heroes were separated, and then apply the usual routines of those classical martial arts movies. I just suggest...why don't you just make it empty What about a world?"

"Stupid?" Wang Xingkai was stunned for a moment, "How can it be so easy... This is not writing a fairy tale. We must consider the audience's viewing experience, and the most important sense of substitution!"

Regarding this statement, Director Tian also nodded, looked at Hao Yun and said sincerely.

"The overhead world view is a difficult point, especially for the movie we are going to make."

However--

Hao Yun has his own ideas.

"I don't think the superficial world view will necessarily affect the sense of substituting the film. As long as it can be justified logically, I even think that the superficial world view can create a unique movie-watching experience, so that the audience does not have to be entangled in the historical background of the story, but Focus on the story itself."

"I can probably guess that this script is probably based on the emotional line, and I want to shoot that kind of love that spans time...or a similar feeling. However, just speaking of my own feelings after reading the script, the most deadly One point is that the elements are too complicated, which dilutes the existence of the main line itself."

After hearing these words, a look of deep thought appeared on Tian Ye's face.

This sentence is said to his heart.

The films he has made over the years do seem to have problems in this regard.

I want to shoot everything, I want to shoot the best of everything, but in the end, because there are too many elements integrated, I can't shoot anything well.

"Then what do you think... How should the script be changed?"

Seeing the earnest expression on Tian Ye's face asking for advice, Hao Yun's eyes showed a hint of approval.

good.

Although the potential is only 1, it is surprisingly persuasive.

After all, it's much better than the bastard in his dormitory who pouts like a donkey.

"The reform is very simple, delete the unnecessary things, and the important things will naturally stand out."

Hearing this ambiguous statement, a wry smile appeared on the face of Secretary Li who had been sitting beside him without speaking.

The screenwriter Wang Xingkai's reaction was even more direct, and he couldn't help but say something.

"It's so easy to say, change the outline... I'll see if you change it."

Hearing this, Hao Yun raised his eyebrows.

Hey?

Let me change it?

Okay!

Not talking nonsense, Hao Yun filled his own cup, stood up and drank it in one gulp.

After brewing emotions for about three to five seconds, he recalled the minutiae memories he had learned from the memory fragments, and opened his mouth to speak with the inspiration he got from a certain notebook.

"During the Southern Dynasties, there were many lords competing for the throne, and there were endless wars year after year. However, the Luoyang of Emperor Wen of the Song Dynasty had ten miles of willows and ten thousand ancient temples. The prosperous age was picturesque and prosperous..."

Although in his memory, there is no detailed content about the original work of "Luoyang Jialan Temple", but when he unlocked the song "Fireworks Easy to Cold" from memory fragments, the background story of this song and related memories , is also unlocked together.

It might be difficult to ask him to write a script from beginning to end, but if it's just an outline...

It was really no difficulty for him.

Responding to the three pairs of shocked eyes, Hao Yun continued in a recited tone.

"In this picturesque Luoyang, a general met a folk woman. The two fell in love at first sight and made a private decision for life."

"However, the good times didn't last long. The Northern Wei Dynasty's war broke out suddenly, and the army went south, smashing Rouran, forcibly crossing the Yellow River, and pointing the sword at Luoyang. On the other hand, the Song Dynasty was repeatedly defeated, and the front line had no generals to defend against the enemy."

"On the one hand, the righteousness of the family and the country, on the other hand, the love of children, the general held the woman's hand, promised to return to her, and then got on the horse. But no one thought that this farewell was actually a farewell to life and death. .”

"Military disasters have continued for years, and Luoyang, which is extremely prosperous, has long since collapsed, and the willows in the ten miles have been burned to nothing but ashes."

"The woman waited so hard, she shaved her hair and became a nun, and she died next to the ancient Buddha with the blue lamp."

"After many years, the general came back after many hardships and found the ancient Jialan Temple, but the sweetheart was no longer there. The old monk who knocked on the wooden fish told him that there was someone who had been waiting for him."

"The heavy rain was pouring down, and the reed pipes were playing outside the city. The general looked around and saw that the old city was already dilapidated, and the mountains and rivers trampled on him. He cut his hair and became a monk. He escaped into the Buddhist gate and spent the rest of his life with the ancient Buddha with blue lamps, listening to the eternal sound of rain." .”

When Hao Yun finished reading the last word, there was no sound in the formerly lively box.

Whether it was director Tian, ​​screenwriter Wang, or Secretary Li, who had no ink in his stomach, they all froze there.

This is made up now?

And just for a minute or two?

Wang Xingkai swallowed, unable to describe the shock in his heart with words, let alone restrain the inspiration that gushed out like a fountain.

Almost as soon as he finished listening to the dictated outline, a new script had already formed in his mind. In comparison, the one he wrote before was simply scum!

This feeling is the first time...

It just exploded!

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