On a noisy night in the university town, He Tianran was walking in the long and bustling corridor in the boys' dormitory building holding the bedding and sheets he had just received from the dormitory aunt.
In his ears, from the dormitories with extremely poor soundproofing on both sides, there would occasionally be crackling gunshots, double kill alerts, wanton yelling and excited howls. Of course, there were also some indispensable elements mixed in. , but an indescribably beautiful sound...
Walking to the door of the dormitory with 3408 written on it, He Tianran took out the key he received. Unexpectedly, the door of the dormitory suddenly opened. Cai Jueming had no arms, flip-flops on his feet, and a Xuanhemen in his mouth. , was about to go out to throw out the garbage.
When he saw He Tianran, he was very excited, "Hey, Director He, are you here? Hu Xiucai and I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
This guy can talk freely with a cigarette in his mouth. It seems that he smokes frequently. During military training, the control is strict. The instructors do not dare to let the students see them smoking in private, let alone bring them with them. The bastard wanted to relieve his addiction together, and he was as sneaky as a thief. Cai Jueming must have been holding it in for a long time, and the smell of cigarette smoke filled the room as soon as he opened the door.
"Hey, are you smoking bacon in your house?"
He Tianran walked in and looked around. There were four bed frames in a dormitory, a common style with a bed and a table. Since there were only three people in the room, the remaining bed was filled with sundries and luggage. .
"What is 'your house'? It should be called 'our house' now! Director He, are you done dating your little Zhou Huimin?"
Hu Yue poked his head out from his bed, which was hung with a mosquito net, and said with a smile.
He Tianran threw the quilt onto an empty bedside, "Little Zhou Huimin?"
"That's right, don't you think so? Director He, your girlfriend looks a lot like Zhou Huimin. You have really good eyesight! I couldn't help but rewatch a few episodes of "The Big Era" after I came back. Look!"
Hu Yue took out his mobile phone as he spoke, and He Tianran stood under the bed and took a look at the plot being played.
"Ah, when you say that, it sounds a bit like, come on, get out of bed and help me put on the mattress."
Hu Yue was naked and wearing only a pair of boxers and got out of bed. He Tianran quickly stuffed the quilt with cotton wool. The two of them each grabbed a corner of the quilt and shook it off neatly.
"But Director He, you must not be like the protagonist in the play who treads two boats. In the end, a lover's family is ruined, a wife is killed, and only the career is left."
Hu Yue kept talking, as if he was still immersed in the atmosphere of the plot.
He Tianran stopped his hand and looked at Hu Yue blankly. Hu Yue thought that his remarks just offended him, so he quickly explained: "Ahem, what about Director He, I just have a strong sense of empathy after watching the drama, and I like to be blind. Bi Hu Lie Lie, don’t take it to heart.”
At this time, Cai Jueming, who had gone out to take out the trash, came back. He looked at the two of them and stopped.
"What's going on?"
He Tianran came back to his senses and smiled at Hu Yue and Cai Jueming: "It's nothing, Hu Xiucai, you are such a damn screenwriter."
The three of them looked at each other and smiled. He Tianran was putting away his luggage and occasionally looked up at the two men as they hung up the mosquito net. The boy rubbed his hands hesitantly, then scratched his face and asked casually:
"Hu Yue, tell me, if Fang Zhanbo in "The Great Era" knew his fate early on, would the endings of the two lovers around him be different?"
Hu Yue pushed up his glasses, jumped down, sat on his chair, and replied:
"There is no such hypothesis."
"Why?"
"Because the screenwriter is destined to write a tragedy." Hu Yue became more and more excited as he talked. "The occurrence of a tragedy often requires countless details to support it, and it is impossible for the people in the play, or the authorities, to know all of these details. , if he can really achieve omniscience, it means that he has to make choices, and these choices are themselves part of the tragedy. This is not a screenwriter's skill, because the rules of the human world are inherently like this, so I just said there is no such thing as your hypothesis.”
"So when you writers wrote some bullshit scripts, didn't you ever think about following the rules of the world? Did you just make them up?" Cai Juming also jumped out of bed and complained.
"It makes money, it's not shabby."
Hu Yue was shameless and hit the nail on the head:
"If shitting can make money, I will definitely choose to hold my nose and shit. Moreover, the current audience likes stories that everyone is happy with. Even if it is false or contrary to common sense, there will be a market for it. This is the difference between capital and the majority. The unanimous choice of consumers. Do you think those scolded screenwriters don’t know that their writing is bad? They know it too well. Can they scold the audience? No, because others are the bread and butter of their parents, and scolding them is unfilial, and they have no I think you can make so much money by spitting shit, so when the audience scolds them, do you know what they are thinking? They want to eat two more bites while it is hot."
He Tianran sighed slightly: "From another aspect, this is also a tragedy."
"Right." Hu Yue winked at Cai Jueming, "Cai She, let me test you. Do you know why Director He said that making money is also a tragedy?"
"Because it's true." Cai Jueming lit a cigarette, took a long puff, and exhaled a puff of smoke.
"So, you see, whenever the word 'truth' is mentioned now, it will make people sigh. So let's go back to Director He's question..."
"Huh?" He Tianran raised his eyebrows.
"No, no, uh, I mean, going back to that drama, the male protagonist wants to hug everyone and enjoy the blessings of everyone. There is no problem if the audience likes it, but from a professional point of view, the screenwriter definitely won't So written, because this kind of plot goes against the tone set at the beginning of the play, distorts the wishes of the characters, and will lead to distortion of the entire story.”
After hearing this, He Tianran laughed and said: "I can only imagine what kind of criticism you will receive from the current netizens who are criticizing you for your words. They will say, 'If you insist on truth in an illusory world, does this person have a bubble in his head?'"
Hu Yue shrugged indifferently, "That's why I choose to shit, and if the money is enough, I will even stand on their side and scold myself together, what professionalism, what rules of the world, I just want to be happy, Even if Jesus comes, he can’t control it.”
The three of them laughed together. Cai Jueming handed He Tianran and Hu Yue a cigarette and said:
"This topic is quite interesting, isn't it? If this kind of plot happened in reality, this kind of male protagonist would definitely be poked in the spine and scolded that he has a problem with his outlook on life, and no matter how much the two female protagonists love him , no matter how many twists and turns the three of them go through, they will definitely be slandered. However, in fictional works, this has become a popular scene. If they are not together, they will still be scolded. This is really interesting. And contradictory.”
Cai Jueming lit the lighter, and He Tianran skillfully held the cigarette in his mouth, extended his hand to politely protect the flame, took a deep breath, and concluded:
"The basis for the birth of a good work must be a balance between reality and fiction. This is true whether it is a movie, animation, or game. But creation is not that easy. Often If the two can do one thing well, it will be considered a success.”
He Tianran didn't expect that a subconscious question could lead to a discussion on the level of artistic creation with his two roommates. This kind of situation never happened in high school, and he really liked the atmosphere of this kind of discussion, and he felt happy for a moment. , be happy and forget your worries.
After they finished talking about movies and TV series, they started talking about animation and games. Hu Yue liked the dark and cruel energy in Xuan Urobuchi's script, while Cai Jueming praised Kon's use of lenses in "Paprika". Bull beep.
Hu Yue said that "The Last of Us" is the eternal god. When Cai Jueming disagreed, he took out "Red Dead Redemption 2" for comparison, and swore that just with the word "2" in the name, he had already won half the battle. , Hu Xiucai was stunned speechless. Seeing this, He Tianran silently said "P5 is the best in the world" and joined the battle group.
In this way, Cai Jueming's pack of cigarettes was exhausted before the lights were turned off in the dormitory. He saw He Tianran and Hu Yue puffing away their smoke and chatting happily, and said with a smile:
"I didn't realize during the previous military training that Director He is still a chain smoker."
"Um?"
It was only then that He Tianran was suddenly startled. He looked at the half-burned cigarette in his hand and the cigarette butts on the ground, his eyes unfocused.
I will start working on the set in two days, and it will take about half a year from start to finish. The recent slow update is also because I have to be responsible for some preparatory work. Now that it is turned on, the update will probably be even slower... OTZ, but don't worry, everyone , it will definitely be updated.
(End of chapter)
