Nortel, Zangshuge Cafe.
Lu Fei pushed the door open and walked in. The bell hanging on the wall rang. He glanced around and saw a man and a woman by the window.
The man is naturally Tang Danian, and the woman looks familiar to him.
"Mr. Lu, I keep hearing your name on the channel, and this time I see you in person." She took the initiative to extend her hand.
"It is you."
Lu Fei raised his eyebrows in surprise, no wonder he looks so familiar, Xue Xiaolu, who filmed "Yanjing Meets Seattle"!
She is not currently teaching at Nortel. In the program department of the 10th Science and Education Channel, she served tea and poured water while chatting with Wang Lihuan.
The market hasn’t seen a rise in the past six months, so it’s “you”?
Tang Danian looked confused, "Do you know each other?"
"We know each other, how could we not know each other?"
Xue Xiaolu nodded, his eyes full of admiration, "The "10th Screening Room" planned by Mr. Lu and us is now the gold medal program with the highest ratings on the channel."
Damn it, is there such a thing?
Tang Danian turned his attention to Lu Fei and saw him saying calmly: "Is the cooperation between Long Bing and Zhang Xiaobei okay?"
"Well, Director Wang and Producer Tu both praise you for your unique vision, but Xiaobei is still a bit immature, and his writing style, insight, and layout can't compare to yours."
"You're welcome."
Lu Fei sat down with a smile, crossed his legs, ordered a cappuccino, and stretched out his hand, "Old Tang, where is the book?"
"Here." Xue Xiaolu presented it with both hands, "It turns out that you came up with the inspiration for this script."
"I also watched Julia Roberts' "Sleeping with the Enemy" and was inspired. Domestic violence does not distinguish between East and West, and domestic violence is inevitable in Chinese families."
Lu Fei turned to the first page of the book, the column for screenwriters, [Jiang Wei], [Tang Danian], [Xue Xiaolu], and then it was his turn, at the bottom, signed as text screenwriter, which means to check whether the script has any Glossary, are there any typos...
It's just a matter of mixed experience.
Xue Xiaolu suggested that the order of the two of them should be reversed, and Tang Danian waved his hand: "Written writers are enough, he is just preparing for the art exam."
"That's right, no need to change it." Lu Fei smiled.
Tang Danian rolled his eyes, "But your name can't be in vain. Read the script and let me know if you have any ideas."
Xue Xiaolu echoed, looking expectantly.
"become!"
Lu Fei flipped through it casually, scanning the pages until he drank half the cappuccino, closed the book leisurely, and exhaled.
"Forcing people to have only a few million ideas."
"Tell me, don't show off." Tang Danian asked.
"Your plot is not intense enough." Lu Fei said lightly.
"Intensity" is not a made-up word, it refers to the intensity of the plot, the emotion of the story, etc.
Even small things in movies and TV dramas also pay attention to intensity.
For example, if your neighbor upstairs makes noise and disturbs you downstairs, you have to go up and argue with him. Such a trivial matter, taken literally, is as dull as boiled water.
As for the intensity, you use various seasonings such as oil, salt, vinegar, wine, chili noodles, etc. to give the story of boiled water a variety of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy flavors, just like using a knife to reason.
"Be specific." Tang Danian frowned.
"Domestic violence is not brutal enough, the male protagonist An Jiahe is not cruel enough, and the female protagonist Mei Xiangnan is not tragic enough."
Lu Fei picked out a plot at random. Mei Xiangnan, a teacher, visited the students' homes. "Here is a follow-up. An Jiahe was suspicious, scolded the heroine for her misbehavior, and punched and kicked her until one of her ribs was broken. "
"Ah?!" Xue Xiaolu was startled.
"It wasn't over yet. After the beating, An Jiahe ran to the hospital and knelt in front of Mei Xiangnan, and apologized sincerely."
Lu Fei tried his best to act: "I was wrong, please forgive me, I love you so much. Baby, does it hurt? Why don't you listen to me? You have to talk to that stranger."
Tang Danian's eyes lit up and he answered the question!
"In short, any trivial matter can arouse the male protagonist's jealousy and suspicion, and then just one word, hit!"
Lu Fei took a sip of cappuccino and said, "After the fight, one more word, regret."
"This isn't schizophrenia, it's a pervert!" Xue Xiaolu took a breath.
"I understand. You want the male protagonist to be violent and regretful at the same time, and the female protagonist to be beaten and forgive at the same time. The two sides are just struggling like this."
Tang Danian suddenly realized, "Hey, this plot is really intense!"
"Have you seen "Desire"?" Lu Fei said.
Tang Danian said: "Of course, who hasn't seen this show? The whole country mourns Liu Huifang, and the whole country sighs for Song Dacheng..."
Lu Fei spread his hands and said, "Just think of this Mei Xiangnan as a domestic violence version of Liu Huifang. She will be as miserable as she is. In the finale, if she successfully escapes from the clutches of the devil, the audience will be relieved!"
"But will this exaggerate domestic violence?" Xue Xiaolu asked worriedly.
Lu Fei curled his lips and sneered.
"Dear Child" still sells anxiety in the first 10 episodes, so is it selling? That is the reality of failed marriage and childbearing!
Why, only family fun is allowed on the screen, but the cruel side is not allowed?
"Have you ever seen domestic violence?"
He asked Xue Xiaolu and then Tang Danian. They both shook their heads and asked, "Where is the main writer, Mr. Jiang Wei?"
Xue Xiaolu said: "Yes, Teacher Jiang has been doing social research on domestic violence recently and perfecting the script."
"Isn't that the end? Reality is crueler than stories." Lu Fei put down his crossed legs and gave an example casually.
"Looking at it this way, the writing is not profound enough and needs to be changed!"
Tang Danian pondered for a moment, then suddenly remembered something: "Hey, did you apply to Nortel for this year's art exam?"
…………
"Ah~ah~ah~"
"咿～咿～咿～"
Lu Fei stood in the courtyard and sang his voice for a while, which was mellow, mellow, powerful and powerful.
"Okay, half a year of hard work has not been in vain."
Qin Hailu rushed back to Yanjing immediately after celebrating the New Year.
"Boy, check again. Have you brought everything?" Lu Yun came out of the room and handed over the thermos cup, "Hey, there is fat sea in it, it will clear your throat."
Xiao Hongmei looked nervous, "How about we go with you?"
"Brother, sister-in-law, no need. Sister Hailu is enough. It's just an art exam, it's not a big deal."
Lu Fei had already experienced it in his previous life. He was reborn once and familiar with it the second time. This time, everything was ready and he was not timid at all.
He traveled lightly, and when he arrived at the Central Theater, the door was already full of parents and candidates who were accompanying him for the examination. Handsome men and beautiful women gathered in a crowd.
Their clothes are as good-looking as their faces. They love to talk, laugh, and make friends. They gather together in twos and threes, whether they know each other, whether they are familiar with each other, or they are not familiar with each other. network and look carefully.
These young people exude vitality and pride.
With a quick glance, faces passed by, and hey, I didn't recognize any of them. Is the starry atmosphere so dim this year?
Among the crowd, a pair of eyes stared at Lu Fei through the gap. Zhang Yang, wrapped in a heavy down jacket, could not help but shiver.
"He's really here, he's really here."
"Brother, who is coming?"
Behind him, a voice with a Qindao accent suddenly came out.
Zhang Yang turned his head and took a look, and an unrefined face appeared in front of him. The man's face was full of vicissitudes of life, and his skin was yellow and black, as if he had experienced countless wind and rain.
"Nothing." He distanced himself, his eyes full of disgust.
The man's face froze, and he could clearly feel the white eyes around him. Then he grinned, looking naive and silly, and then received more ridicule, as if to say——
How dare you come to pass the opera test if you look so shabby?
Finally, I couldn't bear the glances, both intentional and unintentional. I humbly ran to the end of the line, took out a cigarette and lit it secretly.
Suddenly, Lu Fei appeared, "Hey, buddy, lend me a hand."
"Ah?" The man was stunned.
"Borrow a fire." Lu Fei gestured like a lighter.
"Oh, here." The man said in surprise.
Lu Fei glanced around. The people next to him were far away from them. He was afraid that the smell of cigarette smoke would be smeared on his body. The judges would lose his impression points due to the smell during the interview. The adults and parents behind him also looked at the two of them as if they were looking strangely.
"Thanks, my name is Lu Fei. I passed the examination in the Department of Acting. How about you, buddy?"
"I?"
The man obviously felt that the young man was not that polite and hypocritical, and his tone was sincere, and he smiled and said: "My name is Huang Bo, and I am here to take the vocational college entrance examination."
