"Yulou, I was wrong, please calm down."
Wei Guoping was like a little daughter-in-law who made a mistake, feeling guilty and ashamed.
It was fine, so why should he talk too much and make trouble for Yulou?
"I'm going to apologize to them. If I admit my cowardice, they won't have trouble with me." Wei Guoping shrugged, still unable to save face.
Jiang Yulou sighed: "Hey, Old Wei, this is no longer your business. If I don't follow this scene, people will think that I am glamorous on the outside but empty in the belly?"
Immediately, he gave you a look that looked at your good deeds, which made Wei Guoping blush with embarrassment.
"Yulou, this drama is different from the novel. Do you have experience with it?"
Jiang Yulou said very simply: "No."
"That's it. It's not easy to write a play, especially if you want to get the approval of the people in the drama club. It's even more difficult. Alas, it's time to stop." Wei Guoping muttered a lot, and his whole body was filled with excitement. Desperate.
Jiang Yulou rolled his eyes at him, "Looking at your potential, I'm not afraid of being embarrassed by others. What are you afraid of?"
"How can this be the same? Otherwise, I have to admit my mistake alone."
Wei Guoping thought that because of his own reasons, Yulou's reputation had been damaged, which was more uncomfortable than killing him.
Jiang Yulou said confidently: "Don't go, listen to me, I can think of a way."
"What can be done?"
"Of course I asked the teacher for advice."
Jiang Yulou doesn't know how to write plays, but there are so many teachers in the school, don't any of them understand it? Even if no one understands it, just introduce someone who understands drama.
Yanjing is so big, there are many things inside that you can't see when you look up or when you look down.
Wei Guoping shouted at his back: "Then I'll be waiting for your good news!"
After leaving the dormitory door, Jiang Yulou sighed, his life was miserable. I just came back from outside, and I haven't taken a breath yet. I have to run back and forth about my friends' things again.
Especially when it comes to writing drama scripts, he really has no confidence and has never been involved in it.
Even if you find a teacher to guide you, it doesn’t necessarily take much time.
But since he agreed, he wasn't going to cheat, so he had the right to give it a try and wait until it didn't work.
At worst, when the time comes to practice in seclusion, the sounds outside will no longer exist.
After thinking about it, he walked towards the teacher's building.
He is the most familiar with Teacher Yuan, so if he wants to solve his problem, he naturally has to ask his acquaintances.
When Jiang Yulou went there, Teacher Yuan was writing lesson plans.
As soon as he passed by, Teacher Yuan stopped what he was doing. Teacher Yuan likes this student from the bottom of his heart.
He is not only smart, but also has a good personality, and his confident and high-spirited temperament is very rare among the students he has taught for so many years.
Teacher Yuan asked gently: "Is there anything wrong with Yulou calling the teacher so late?"
"Teacher Yuan has a sharp eye. I really have something to trouble you." Jiang Yulou said with a simple smile.
Teacher Yuan pointed at him and scolded with a smile: "I knew that if you had nothing to do, you would never come to see the teacher."
"If you say so, I will have to come here more often." Jiang Yulou said flatteringly.
As they talked, the teacher-student relationship between the two became a little closer.
Teacher Yuan smiled and shook his head, "De Xing, tell me what it is and see if I, an old man, can help."
"That's what happened..." Jiang Yulou told the story exactly.
Teacher Yuan touched his beard and frowned: "I haven't studied drama before."
"That's it." Jiang Yulou was a little disappointed.
Teacher Yuan took a moment and then said: "But there is a teacher in the school who studies drama."
"Okay, Teacher Yuan, you are teasing me." Jiang Yulou said helplessly.
Teacher Yuan looked like you could do anything to me, but Jiang Yulou really had no choice.
After teasing him for a while, Teacher Yuan finally told him the name.
The teacher’s surname was Sun, Sun Qingsheng, who graduated from the Chinese Department of Yanda. Later, he worked as a teacher in another school and studied drama. In particular, he had a deep friendship with Cao Yu, the founder of the domestic drama industry.
When Teacher Yuan led Jiang Yulou to see Teacher Sun, the other party was also very happy.
He had heard of Jiang Yulou's name. He was a relatively famous young poet who was good at writing love poems. He can also write novels, and the "Yellow Earth" that has been in the limelight recently is his work.
It is rare for such a versatile young man to be interested in dialogue drama, so he is naturally willing to provide guidance to this student.
Teacher Sun asked: "It's good to want to write a play, but have you ever written any stories?"
"No, it was just a temporary idea." Jiang Yulou said with a guilty conscience.
Teacher Sun frowned slightly: "This is troublesome. If there is no story, I can't give you guidance out of thin air. You know, dramas also rely on stories, and they must not be short. Just write something and it will become a drama. "
"Teacher Sun, are dramas, dance dramas, and operas the same?" Jiang Yulou asked.
Teacher Sun explained patiently: “Drama is a form of drama that mainly uses dialogue. It is different from traditional stage plays and operas. The main narrative method of drama is unaccompanied dialogue or monologue by actors on stage, but a small amount of music, Singing, etc.”
"Our famous domestic dramas include "Qu Yuan" by Mr. Guo, "Teahouse" by Mr. Lao She, "Thunderstorm" by Mr. Cao, "Danxin Pu" by Mr. Su, etc. As for foreign ones, they include "Hamlet" and "Romeo and Juliet" "La Traviata" etc."
Teacher Sun was a little tired after talking so much in one breath, so he took a sip of water and gave Jiang Yulou some time to react.
Jiang Yulou thought for a moment and nodded slowly. He had an impression of most of what Teacher Sun said, but that was all. As for the difference between drama, dance drama and opera, he knew nothing about it.
Fortunately, I asked Teacher Sun for advice, otherwise he would have made a joke if he just kept writing.
"Teacher Sun, I understand."
Teacher Sun asked with great interest: "What are you talking about?"
"Excellent dramas are classics that have been honed in every possible way. If it is just for fun, it is better not to play a drama." Jiang Yulou said solemnly.
Teacher Sun glanced approvingly, and then said: "Yes or no."
"Um?"
"If drama wants to develop, it cannot do without the participation of the public. If only classic scripts can be performed, then the threshold for drama is too high, and sooner or later it will be eliminated by the public." Teacher Sun stared at Jiang Yulou and said: "As long as it is If it is created with care, meets the creative requirements of a drama, can be performed by drama actors, and is liked by the masses, then it is a good drama."
Teacher Sun's words were like enlightenment. Many things that I had not yet understood are now understood. At the same time, he was also in awe of Teacher Sun. It was a blessing to have someone like Teacher Sun in the drama industry.
"Teacher Sun, I have a story in my mind, and I would like to ask you to help me with it."
