"Because my dad beat me..."
The member of the drama club who played Zheng Qianli stood up quickly and said to the people around him: "Violence in the family is so tragic."
The actor who played Qi Leshan suddenly laughed maniacally, and the narrator appeared and read out a line.
Qi Leshan then continued: "I saw my father beating my horse every day."
"Wait, who to hit?"
"Hit my horse."
"Just because I hit your horse?"
"Who else are you going to beat?" Qi Leshan said in great sorrow: "I call him dad, but he beats my horse. Is this right?"
"Pfft." Jiang Yulou couldn't hold back and laughed.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and covered his mouth.
Judging from this section, the rehearsal effect was good. Even if amateur drama actors have shortcomings of one kind or another, their seriousness is still worth encouraging.
After rehearsing this scene, Yingda came over.
"Hey, Teacher Jiang is here. It's a bit disappointing to welcome him from afar."
"Okay, what kind of teacher is not a teacher? Don't do this?" Jiang Yulou looked around and whispered: "Yingda, how is the rehearsal progress of the drama club recently?"
"Yulou, why do you care about this?" Yingda was a little confused. After all, Jiang Yulou had never cared about the drama club's rehearsals since he gave them the notebook.
Jiang Yulou said helplessly: "Hey, this is not what Teacher Sun said once, and Director Ji found out about it. Director Ji is very concerned about this matter, and there is no other way. As a script creator, I can only follow the busy schedule. ”
"What, Director Ji also knows?" Yingda asked in surprise.
The most important thing is that Director Ji takes it seriously. If Director Ji takes it seriously, then the school will definitely pay attention to it.
Their small drama club actually attracted the attention of the school's senior officials. This...
Thinking of this, Yingda felt a little numb.
"Yes, if you have any difficulties, you can just mention it." Jiang Yulou kindly reminded: "After passing this village, there is no such store."
"I understand. In fact, we are almost rehearsing now. The members of our drama club are working hard, but there are still some shortcomings in terms of makeup, props and scenery."
Yingda took the opportunity to put forward a bunch of requests. Regardless of whether he could achieve it in the end, he should put forward what he wanted first.
"Okay, I've written down everything you said. Just try your best and reflect it to the top. Maybe what you want can be prepared for you faster."
When leaving the drama club, Jiang Yulou's expression was much more relaxed than when he came.
It seems that the teachers are completely over-concerned. Even without him, the drama club is rehearsing well. If Yingda could get everything he wanted, he might have been able to perform it in public.
Of course, he also knew that this was an ideal situation, but he had put a lot of pressure on Yingda this time. Even if Yingda couldn't get anything right, I guess it was a kind of supervision for him.
The next day, Jiang Yulou told Director Ji and Teacher Sun about Yingda's request.
It was not their turn to be responsible for this matter, but they were so enthusiastic. The two also agreed to help coordinate, and they wanted to come to the performance two minutes faster.
Time flies and the weekend is here again in a blink of an eye.
Jiang Yulou had promised Wang Shuo before that he would help him read the manuscript. The most important thing for him in life is to keep his word, so he went to Wang Shuo's house after class on Saturday.
Wang Shuo was also an honest man. He immediately bought wine and snacks and entertained Jiang Yulou at the house where he currently lives in Yanjing.
Neither of them is the kind of person who likes to hide things, so they said what they had to say on the spot.
After Wang Shuo drank two glasses of wine, he began to pour bitter water on Jiang Yulou.
Didn't I mention it before? Wang Shuo has been working in a pharmaceutical company in Yanjing since he retired from the army. It's said to be a pharmaceutical company, and his job title sounds nice, pharmaceutical sales. But in fact, his job is not very respectable. In his words, all he does is selling sugar water.
Wang Shuo drank another glass of wine. He was already a little drunk at this time, so he started to curse: "It's just glucose, and I'm almost praised by those grandsons. It seems that I drank this thing. What's wrong with it?" It can all be cured."
"Hey, I can't tell you have a cynical side." Jiang Yulou smiled.
"It's not that I'm cynical, I just don't want to join in the trouble with those grandsons." Wang Shuo picked up a peanut and ate it, then said, "I don't want to do this job anymore. But there's no point in looking for another job, so I just want to I wonder if I can follow the path of being a writer."
As he said that, he glanced at Jiang Yulou enviously.
The reason why he had the idea of becoming a writer was thanks to the person in front of him.
Jiang Yulou was not very young, but he relied on his writing to buy a courtyard house worth tens of thousands of yuan in Yanjing, and he finally settled down.
But what about him?
After being discharged from the army, I still accomplished nothing. Although my current shabby job only paid a hundred dollars a month, it was just a drop in the bucket compared to the income of a writer.
And after all, he is someone who has published novels, so he is much more confident than the average person.
"In our country now, being a writer is indeed a good path. But this road is not easy to follow. It is easy to make a living, but it is not easy to be a writer that the people like."
Wang Shuo was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Jiang Yulou to say that.
But after thinking for a moment, he said: "I don't have much ambition. What you said about being a writer that people like is far from me. I just want to make some money by writing, so give me the courage to resign. That’s all.”
"That's easy." Jiang Yulou nodded and said, "But how did you come to find me?"
Wang Shuo stuck his tongue out and said, "Because you are famous."
Who said Wang Shuo was arrogant? He was obviously very honest. Jiang Yulou thought to himself.
Wang Shuo took advantage of the wine and continued: "I read the two novels you wrote before "The Conspiracy", and they seemed to be quite average. Well, they are relatively unsophisticated, but this "The Conspiracy" is still eye-catching."
When it comes to "The Conspiracy", he has a bright expression on his face. After all, Jiang Yulou was able to write this book thanks to the fact that he provided a lot of material.
Jiang Yulou joked: "Thanks to Master Shuo."
"Why is Shuoye not Shuoye?" Wang Shuo put his arm around Jiang Yulou's shoulders and said, "We are brothers. I already call you Yulou, but you can't call me Shuozi?"
After joking for a while, Wang Shuo said: "I just feel that the current domestic literary world is so boring. They write about all kinds of things, scars, reforms, boring, boring, not as interesting as your spy suspense."
"Then I have to thank you for your compliment." Jiang Yulou said with cupped hands.
"Well, now there is a problem before me. I don't want to write about outdated themes, nor do I want to write about spy suspense, so I would like to ask you to give me some direction."
