He Tianran was quite surprised when he heard the news.
If this happened to an artistic young man like Li Wang, he would think there was nothing wrong with it at all.
But in He Tianran's impression, Hu Yue is a very secular person. He can completely distinguish when to concentrate on creation and when to make money, and these are his original words. Although he I won't remember it, but it won't happen...
Could it be that you have been really stressed recently?
"You are not a scholar, but you are writing a tragedy about the Dragon King's son-in-law?" He Tianran asked strangely.
Hu Yue scratched his face and said, "Then... then there needs to be some different work done at the upper and lower levels. It can't all be like an assembly line. Even if I kill myself, I will never admit that this is my 'work'. It's a shame." It’s not a machine, so writing for a long time can get a little boring.”
Cai Jueming said angrily: "I think you just made money and wanted to withdraw. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have rewarded you as a leader. RNM will refund the money!!"
Hu Yue shrank his head and muttered: "If you go with the platform, I will get as much as you want..."
He Tianran had not read the content of Hu Yue's cool article, but at this point, he also figured it out. Hu Yue was tired of writing and had almost made enough money. Anyway, if he continued writing, it would be over. It’s better to mess around and write what you want to write...
However, readers are obviously not happy with this.
He Tianran didn't start from the plot to advise him on how to write it. After all, what they hate most is being a teacher.
Literati look down upon each other, and this has been the case throughout the ages.
What's more, to take a step back, everyone has made enough money, and everyone else understands the truth. I just don't want to kneel down, so I still have to listen to you beeping and beeping. Is there anything wrong with it?
He Tianran took a puff of cigarette and said: "Xiucai, I didn't read it, so I can't say anything. So the current situation is, have you been offended by your readers or what? Do you still want to continue writing?" "
"Write, why don't you write? There is a beginning and an end... However, being criticized like this all the time makes me not want to write anymore. Director He, you understand how I feel, that's the kind... these readers are not worthy of my efforts. Go ahead and deal with their feelings, you know what you don’t know! I write cool articles about God of War, and they scold me for being brainless, so I should write something in-depth with my heart, and they scold me for giving them shit. Isn’t this a lunatic? Then I still Why don’t I write what I want to write? Anyway, I’ve made enough money. Let’s change my waistcoat. Who knows who?”
Hu Yue spoke plausibly, and Cai Jueming scolded:
"I think you just deserve to be beaten! What are you doing? You just cheated money and ran away. You cheated the feelings of our readers, do you know that?!"
"What's the matter of being emotional or not? I see that you often scold me, saying that the characters in my works are all paper figures, and I don't see you putting any emotion into them!"
"Hey, I have to kill you bitch today..."
"Okay, okay, what are you arguing about? Speak slowly, there is nothing to argue about..."
Seeing the quarrel between the two intensifying, He Tianran quickly sought justice. He thought for a while and said slowly:
"You know, scholar, no matter how outrageous the plot in You is, how bloody, or how poor the writing is, in the process of reading, people's experience and desire, as well as imagination and understanding, will break the boundaries of dimensions and make people A person feels his own destiny from the world composed of words and from the experiences of the characters, just like seeing his own image in different mirrors.
Like classics, they are more about exporting a kind of values or life insights, or a grand sense of destiny, or a small and uneven human nature. This is inherently different from people, so readers can try their best to do so. Treat them with an objective perspective.
What the Internet mainly sells is an emotion and an experience. Even if it is fast food literature, the amount of text can easily reach hundreds of thousands or even millions, making it difficult for people not to be involved in it. Therefore, readers have no idea about the fate of the characters. Changes are very sensitive and fragile.
If you let the characters experience tragedy, to put it bluntly, you are letting the readers experience tragedy as well. Yes, writing this way will make the story full of tension, but ask yourself, when you started writing this book, did you want to write a tragedy? Or did your forehead heat up in the middle, and you did it deliberately in order to be profound and profound? "
"I really didn't think about it at first, but I have my own..."
He Tianran interrupted: "You don't need me to say this. I completely understand that the characteristic of Internet articles is that they focus on the head and not the bottom. The beginning has been polished a dozen times, but as for how to finish, I don't even think about it, let alone the beginning. The tragedy and joy of the plot change in the middle of the design. If you want to show off your skills, you can do it. As long as you finish it completely, no matter what the final score is or how readers evaluate it, I respect you for this - "
He Tianran gave a thumbs up.
After hearing Hu Yue's words, his lips moved, but he stopped talking and fell into deep thought.
Cai Jueming gave He Tianran another cigarette and complained, "You must have never thought about it." The latter glared at him and told him to shut up for the time being.
After a few minutes, Hu Yue asked seriously: "Well, Director He, what do you think of writing a tragedy?"
This question reminded He Tianran of the first conversation between the three of them in the dormitory. At that time, he had not yet used the beads to travel...
The "Theory of Tragedy" published by Hu Yue at that time is still fresh in my mind. He said that it is impossible for those involved in a tragedy to understand the overall situation, because once they know their situation, they have to make choices, and this process of choices, This is the beginning of tragedy.
This is his opinion, but it is not complete enough for He Tianran who is currently in this situation...
"Comedy is unknown, but tragedy...does not tolerate accidents."
He Tianran said a summary first slowly.
Cai Jueming wondered: "Why can't tragedies be accidents? In those TV shows nowadays, you get hit by a car as soon as you go out, or you get a terminal illness before everyone is happy. Which one of them is not an accident?" I won’t even lay the groundwork.”
He Tianran raised his head, thought for a while, and said slowly:
"Because most people do it the other way around, like Hu Xiucai, who wrote a really cool article but got carried away halfway through writing and insisted on writing a tragedy. In this case, he can only rely on some straightforward turns to lay out the plot. I don't blame the readers. Want to scold him.
However, in the works of creators who have an insight into the world, tragedy is often doomed and there are clues to follow.
A person goes out to eat hot pot and sing songs, and is robbed by bandits halfway. This is called comedy.
Tragedy is to replace the unknown with the known. He has been reincarnated for several lives, no longer singing or eating hot pot, but no matter what, he will be hijacked and end up being bombed to death. This is called tragedy.
What's more, some works will tell you at the beginning: "This person was eating hot pot and singing for the thirteenth time, when the familiar sound of gunfire rang in his ears..."
Hu Yue argued: "I understand what you said, Director He. Isn't it just to refine the ending of the story and use interesting points to attract people? But there is no way to write the predetermined ending in advance. Isn't there no suspense?"
He Tianran smiled calmly and said:
"So, tragedy lies in silence, it is doomed.
If you look at the protagonist's twists and turns along the way, it is full of stubborn, childish and doomed tragedy. He has been struggling for a long time, whether he should die or not, and how long he has been pursuing the person he liked back then, but in the end he still can't be together.
You can open "One Hundred Years of Solitude" or Yu Hua's "No Escape". In the first few paragraphs, write clearly that once tragedy is destined, even if it is just a silhouette of tragedy, then the readers will be meat on your chopping board. The more the characters scream and struggle, the more heart-wrenching the readers will be.
At that time, the author's pen became the knife of fate. No character could escape their due fate, even if they were vividly written on paper!
Don’t you want to know how to write tragedy? Don't you want some depth?
Come on, just write it.
This is called tragedy. "
In the small boys' dormitory, even the breathing became quiet for a moment...
In the end, He Tianran took the initiative to laugh and joked: "Of course, I am not talking about life. Your life must be full of variables. There is no destined tragedy. Look, I scare you."
Cai Jueming shuddered and said: "Oh, that's right, Director He, you were so scary just now. You actually have such a dark side in your heart! I can tell, you are suitable for that kind of role." Normally he is harmless to humans and animals, but in fact he is a strategizing villain. No wonder he is learning to direct now!"
"Hey, no personal attacks!"
He Tianran joked. On the other end, Hu Yue kept saying "be taught, be taught" and couldn't help but curiously asked:
"So Director He, if you were to write an autobiography about your life, how would you start?"
"With Director He's family background and emotional experience, this is a really exciting article!"
Without thinking, Cai Jueming came to a logical conclusion first.
"What's the use of having a good family background? If you don't understand life, aren't you still blind and easy to set up..."
He Tianran stood up, took off his clothes and climbed into bed. The other two finished smoking and got ready to go to bed.
Hu Yue covered himself with quilt and asked again: "Director He, you haven't said anything yet, how do you want to write it?"
He Tianran was lying on the bed with many thoughts. He whispered: "Before I answer, I want to ask you two first, how do you want to write?"
On the other end, Cai Jueming replied seriously:
"Cai Jueming, male, was born in the imperial city and grew up under the red flag. His grandfather paid tribute to his grandson and received four or three coins. There is a proverb that says: He is the smartest in nature, and his actions are high-spirited and close to noble people. Your life is destined to be rich and prosperous, and you don’t have to work hard to be prosperous!"
"Hahahaha, Cai Jueming, you are such a genius! Last time you told me that you were a rich man with five taels and three dollars, why did you change it to four taels? It was Director He who did this on purpose. That's right, you're so close to a noble person, it makes me laugh to death!" Hu Yue exposed it mercilessly.
Cai Jueming responded harshly: "This life is not over yet. I know the bone-weighing song by heart. You can write it down depending on how I live. What about you, scholar?"
"Me? I will write it the way Director He just said... When Hu Wenju won the Oscar for Best Original Screenplay at the age of 45, he stood on the podium. Under the bright stars, he looked at the two best friends for many years in the audience. Friends, everything you see is the shadow of the three of them when they were young..."
"Gan, okay, okay, at least bring Director He and me with you. By the way, who is this Hu Wenju?"
"My surname is Hu and my name is Yue. My courtesy name is Wenju, so I am Hu Wenju! Be careful!"
"It's very particular! It's very particular!"
"What the fuck, hahaha..."
The three of them couldn't stop laughing.
Hu Yue said: "Director He, it's your turn. How do you want to write it?"
He Tianran put his hands behind his head, thought for a while, and said calmly: "Let me start with my mantra, it is another day of world peace..."
Cai Jueming asked: "Then what?"
"Then...then maybe write about people like me who will not succeed even if they are reborn..."
The two of them were confused.
"What's the matter, Director He, have you ever experienced rebirth? Even if it's true, it doesn't feel right to mention this all of a sudden. You've already been admitted to the film school, and you're famous as a band. You have three hands on love, career, and studies, and three hands on hard work. , why can’t it be considered a success? This is such a success!”
"What do you know? This is called suppressing first and then rising. What Director He wants to express is that you can live a great life without having to be reborn. But Director He, if you put this opening at the beginning of an online article, you will definitely be stunned! I thought you were going to teach us a lesson using the techniques you just mentioned!”
He Tianran laughed, "Really? Hahaha, right..."
Hu Yue said with emotion: "But when it comes to rebirth, it seems that everyone wants to make up for the regrets in life to some extent. This makes me feel something at this moment, and I want to recite a poem to embellish it..."
Cai Jueming cheered: "Come on, come on, it's twelve o'clock in the evening, it's time for EMO, Xiucai, start your performance."
Hu Yue cleared his throat and said:
"Why do you have time to plant bananas? It's Xiaoxiao in the morning and Xiaoxiao in the evening.
You were too bored, so you planted bananas and blamed the bananas.
I regret not planting peaches at the beginning, the leaves are green and the flowers are enchanting.
Now I am speechless when I complain to the mirror, and I am anxious when I look at it. "
Cai Jueming tasted the taste and said, "Do you mean you regret your original choice?"
Hu Yue was very proud of his ability to write poems out of his mouth and said in a whisper:
"Well, isn't this the normal state of life? That's why so many people think that if they could go back in time and do it again, how great it would be if they could do that, don't you think so, Director He~ "
He Tianran was silent for a moment, with all kinds of melancholy lingering in his heart, he murmured:
“Abandon bananas and plant peaches instead, hoping for luxuriant branches in spring and luxuriant leaves in summer.
Carrying water and weaving fences to help it rise high, clouds rise to cover the rain, and clouds disperse to lean on.
However, the peach blossoms are so enchanting that they attract bees and butterflies, which greatly disturbs them.
I was confused and young, so I planted peach trees, which are not as good as banana trees..."
When Hu Yue heard this, he straightened up from the bed and said excitedly:
"Oh no, the original poem didn't have these lines. Director He, have you just finished listening to the current poem?"
He Tianran took out an arm from under the pillow, covered his eyes, and said tiredly:
"Oh, what I want to express is that there is no choice to do it again. No matter what choice you make in life, you will have regrets. You might as well live in the present, everyone."
Cai Jueming agreed: "Yes, is this kind of regretful poem difficult? I just want to grow both bananas and peaches, to get the best of both worlds, with lush branches and leaves! Okay, done!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at you, the banana leaves are withered and yellow, the peaches are rotten, the literary spirit is not clear, and the rotten wood is not carved! Go to sleep!"
"I understand, hey, you curse again!?"
Facing Cai Jueming's yelling, Hu Yue lay back down again.
The moon was already high in the sky, the lights in dormitory 3408 were turned off, and the voices of several people gradually became quiet.
…
"Making it up..."
"ah?"
"Write down your story. It's always a tragedy. It feels good to be clean and quick. At worst, you can write what you want to write in the next book. If you finish it, I will reward you with a silver leader."
"Fuck, is it true?"
"really!"
"Okay! Just this sentence from Director He, I'm so excited to finish it! From the first moment of pleasure to the tip of your fingernails, I promise there will be no emotion, it's all about technique!"
"Cai She..."
"Um?"
"I'll ask Wen Liang to come and help you out tomorrow. We'll take pictures of your homework. It would be great to go home early to celebrate the New Year."
"Wow~ Brother, you are really my big savior! How can I thank you? Yes, it's winter, can I treat you to a pot of boiled mutton?"
He Tianran turned around on the bed, exhaled and said:
"...No, it's just...I'm really happy to meet you two..."
"..."
"..."
Unexpectedly, this pair of sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks did not accept his pretentiousness, and said:
"Brother, what you said doesn't sound right, it's a bit harsh..."
"Yes, dad, are you going to die? Have you made a will? Do you have my share?"
"...I'm so sorry!!"
He Tianran couldn't stand it anymore. He stood up, his face turned red and pale, and he said resolutely:
"I tell you two, I will move out to live with Wen Liang tomorrow and will not come back. You two will stay in the dormitory and fence for the next few years. Don't delay grandpa. I am running towards the embrace of love. I am withdrawing. Goodbye. I understand. Yet?!!"
After a brief silence, dormitory 3408 suddenly erupted into a mournful wail——
"Wow!!! Damn... Director He! We are only in our freshman year!! You have already done all the things for your junior and senior years. How can I live without you, Director He!"
"It's an explosion!! Director He~!! Why don't you invite a table!!! You are the dormitory chief! How could you be willing to abandon us!!"
"Fuck you, didn't you two secretly write the name of the dormitory leader behind my back?!!!"
(End of chapter)
