A top superstar who started as a composer

Chapter 182 The Peach Blossom Poem

After reading the script, Yu Hai also understood the reason why the crew wanted him to write poems.

The screenplay begins with a poem and continues throughout.

The poem is important to the story, and it has to be a really good one.

It must be the kind of poetry that makes people overwhelmed to read to be worthy of this plot.

But as a TV series, the screenwriter cannot take a famous story that has been passed down through the ages and put it under the name of a fabricated character, so as not to mislead the children.

So this poem can only be written now.

However, even if Yu Hai's ability to appreciate poetry is limited, it can be seen that the screenwriter Wang Cang has a good ability to write stories, but his level of poetry is very average.

The original Peach Blossom Poem in the script looked like the screenwriter worked hard to put it together, without the slightest bright spot at all.In this way, the sense of substitution of the whole story will be much lower.

I don't know if they have invited other poets to perform the work, but judging from the current situation, they must have encountered no more satisfactory works.

That's why when he discovered that Yu Hai's talent was unexpected, he suddenly changed his attitude.

At this time, after spending a few hours reading the script, other people in Mushroom House also said that the plot is very exciting, and they will definitely watch the TV series after it airs.

I don't know if it's a polite remark.

Seeing Yu Hai's thoughtful appearance, screenwriter Wang Cang couldn't help but asked expectantly, "How is it?"

Yu Hai said bluntly: "I don't think the poem I made in the morning is suitable for this plot."

Wang Cang was not surprised at all, he would say this: "That's why I want you to change it. Change it to fit our plot."

"If you change it, it won't be the original taste." Yu Hai shook his head and pondered for a while: "It's better to write another song."

Wang Cang was originally disappointed when he shook his head thinking that there was no game, but when he heard that he was willing to compose a new song, he immediately lifted his spirits, and then inevitably he was a little suspicious: "Have you got an inspiration?"

Yu Hai nodded: "Is there any paper and pen?"

"Yes, yes!" Wang Cang replied hastily, and took out his mobile phone: "I'll get someone to prepare it right away."

As he spoke, he looked around and said hesitantly, "Then... shall we go to the temple to write?"

He was a little afraid that time would drag on for a long time, and the other party didn't live in this sliver of inspiration.

Yu Hai didn't seem in a hurry at all.

He calmly got up from the grass and patted the petals on his body: "OK!"

Seeing him like this, the others were a little curious, but also a little worried.

Especially Yin Du and the others, they felt that Yu Hai's recomposition of a poem under such circumstances was a bit high-profile.

If this work is not as natural as the previous one, it is easy to make people feel that he is arrogant and conceited.

On their way back to the temple, netizens rushed to tell each other: Jingluo is going to write poetry again!

There are mixed emotions about this barrage.

"Little book is ready!"

"looking forward to!"

"My husband is so talented, what can I do?!"

"I don't believe that he can write another song in a short time that can be as good as before?"

"The student dog said he was very embarrassed!"

"I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles, like I'm stuck in my throat!"

"I thought of the fear of being dominated by Pipa Xing!"

"Temporarily off powder for an hour!"

"..."

Yu Hai didn't know this, and he didn't notice that the two high school seniors at the back of the line were forced to smile.

At this time, under the old peach tree in Linshui Nunnery, a long table has been placed, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones placed neatly on it.

It is estimated that it was specially arranged by the director. If this poem meets the requirements, it will be a very good publicity point in the future if the poem is filmed during the process of writing Jingluo.

Yu Hai didn't think so much.

He thought the crew would give him a piece of A4 paper and a ballpoint pen, but he didn't expect it to be so formal.

Maybe it's because it's a costume drama, and it's normal to have these things.

But his own calligraphy is not bad, so he is not afraid.

He walked over and picked a wolf brush from the pen holder, and after dipping it in ink, he started writing on the white rice paper without much hesitation.

Under the huge old peach tree, a tall and tall young man lowered his head slightly, waving freely and freely among the petals fluttering in the wind.

The audience in the live broadcast room only felt that this was a picture only available in TV dramas:

In the remote and simple temple, the young and handsome son looked at the peach blossoms, suddenly inspired, so he wrote a poem with ink, and made a good story, which has been passed down through the ages.

"Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Immortals in Peach Blossom Temple."

Yu Hai wrote a sentence, and Yin Du read a sentence after it.

He spoke clearly and chanted in rhythmic rhythm, with a special charm.

"Peach Blossom Immortal planted peach trees and picked peach blossoms in exchange for wine money."

Seeing this, the expressions of the screenwriter Wang Cang and director Lin Shanhong of the crew have gradually become excited.

"When you are drunk, you only come to sit in front of the flowers, and when you are drunk, you come to sleep under the flowers"

"Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year"

"..."

When the whole poem was finished, Yu Hai put down his brush.

The place was silent.

Everyone looked at the black and white text on the table with wide eyes, with different expressions on their faces.

Excited, shocked, unbelievable, ecstatic, breathtaking...

In the live broadcast room, the barrage was much less at this moment.

Obviously, many people have not recovered.

The four words "how impossible" and "unbelievable" almost represent the complicated feelings of everyone at the moment.

When the ink dries a little, someone can't wait to tighten the two ends of the long rice paper and set it up, so that everyone can see the whole picture of the poem.

Yu Hai's calligraphy looks just like his own temperament, clean and refined, unrestrained and elegant.

"This, this." Wang Cang was so excited that he could not speak coherently, his eyes glowed as he looked at the words on the rice paper: "This is the feeling I want, bohemian, escaping from the world, indifferent to fame and wealth, this is it, good, great ..."

Li Shanhong also showed a look of satisfaction: "I want this effect, to write the feeling that everyone is drunk and I am alone."

Yin Du: "'I hope to die of old age in the wine room, and I don't want to bow before the horses and horses', this sentence is my favorite, and the personalized signature can be changed."

He Changping: "I think the line 'Other people laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others can't see through' is the essence of the whole poem."

"Don't you think the life described earlier in this poem is the greatest romance?"

"..."

The onlookers at the scene began to discuss in a hurry, and the audience in front of the screen also came to their senses and began to express their opinions.

Some experts directly commented: "This poem has gorgeous and elegant pictures, elegant and handsome style, and the melody echoes the wind and dances snow, with mellow and profound meaning..."

"It looks like a carefree tune, but it's really down-to-earth..."

The students who were originally filled with righteous indignation were also amazed by this poem at this time. They only read it superficially, and only felt that the poem was written with a special taste, which was the cynical style that the second-year teenagers liked.

"That's the kind of life I'm longing for."

"The next time someone pushes Lai Lai in my ear, I'll yell at him 'other people laugh at me too crazy, I laugh at others can't see through'"

"If the teacher asks me to recite this poem, I can."

"It's so free and easy! I really like this feeling."

"As expected of an idol, you really understand me!"

"..."

After feeling for a while, everyone reluctantly looked away from the poem.Director Li solemnly asked Yu Hai to put his seal on it, and said that he would arrange for someone to find a framer to frame the work as soon as possible.

Yu Hai didn't object, Tangcheng specially asked someone to engrave his seal, so he had to carry it with him.It is said that if he does not stamp his poems in the future, he will not have enough face.

After finishing the chapter, Li Shanhong immediately asked people to put the paper away.

With a smile all over his face, he said to Jingluo: "Mr. Jingluo, thank you very much. Don't worry, the retouching fee will never be stingy."

Yu Hai nodded and said modestly, "It's nothing more than a little effort!"

Li Shanhong looked at him eagerly: "We will keep this writing in the crew as a prop for a period of time, do you think it is okay?"

"can."

"That's great."

The more she watches Whale Fall, the more she likes it now. As a director, she has seen a lot of good-looking young people. Although Whale Fall is far more beautiful than what she has seen before, as a director, she still has a certain resistance to it.

Compared with appearance, she has always preferred children with real materials.

At this moment, she secretly regrets that Jingluo is not an actor, so she can't participate in her TV series, otherwise she will definitely let him be the leading actor.

In the parallel world, if you don't have an actor's certificate, you can't even make a guest appearance.This greatly put an end to the existence of those showbiz vases.

Next to her, the screenwriter Wang Cang also had good words: "Your Highness has helped me a lot here. I really don't know how to thank you. When we return to Qingcheng, we will definitely treat you to dinner when we have a chance. I have collected several bottles Gujing wine, I'll give you a taste when the time comes."

The status of Gujing Liquor is equal to Moutai in the world.

"Sorry, I don't drink."

"That's okay, we drink tea if you don't drink, the best Dahongpao..."

While talking, suddenly a crew member ran over excitedly and asked the life producer and others who had been watching the excitement: "A fellow villager killed two hares on the mountain, should we buy them? "

Without waiting for others to talk, Director Li immediately said: "I bought it, just to let a few guests try it at night."

Now He Changping is a little eager to try it. He considers himself a gourmet, and he doesn't want such good ingredients to be ruined by others.

He immediately said: "Let me do it! Just let you have a taste of my craft."

So the busy people in the crew continued to be busy, and the five people who yearned to plan to try to have a picnic in this peach forest.

After all, in the land of Buddhism, it is a bit inappropriate to eat meat openly.

So they chose an empty place outside the nunnery, five people plus a few actors who hadn't left the crew to help, everyone had a clear division of labor.

Chefs He Changping and Yin Du are responsible for handling the ingredients.

The brothers and sisters of the Ye family went to collect firewood.

The male protagonist of the crew leads people to move stones, dig soil, and build a field stove.

Naturally, these people worked very hard to be able to appear in the program group they yearn for.

The remaining two, Yu Hai and Yu Shaohua, were responsible for borrowing some tools that were not in the nunnery from the fellow villagers.

They walked out of the peach forest, crossed the bridge built by the villagers themselves, and came to the village on the other side of the river.

Along the way, Yu Shaohua has been trying to chat with Yu Hai.

"Teacher Jingluo, why did you think of writing such a poem about Peach Blossom Temple?"

After Yu Hai finished writing the poem, for some reason, the crew liked to call him teacher.

Yu Hai looked at her inexplicably: "Didn't it be requested by your crew?"

"No, I mean how did you come up with such a poem?"

"I thought of it after reading your script."

Yu Shaohua was a little helpless: "Then you must have written the poem out of emotion, right?"

"That's it!"

"Then do you really yearn for such a pastoral life in your heart?"

"no!"

"How come?" Yu Shaohua's face revealed the expression that you never tried to lie to me.

"I don't drink, and I don't know how to exchange peach blossoms for wine, and peach blossoms can't be exchanged for much!"

Well, the day has been chatted to death!

All the romance was killed by this one sentence.

Straight man of steel belongs to yes.

Yu Shaohua felt that the smile on his face could no longer be maintained.

Needless to say the little water droplets in the live broadcast room, I just want to say that His Highness is doing a good job, and all the flirtatious sluts who want to get close to His Highness are enemies.

But those passers-by were left speechless by Yu Hai.

Such a beautiful girl tries hard to chat with you, but if she were replaced by someone else, she must be talking to the girl endlessly about her thoughts and creative ideas that she wants to express.

Why is this man, like a log, not enlightened?
If it were someone else, they would definitely be complained about being lonely. Thinking about Jingluo's appearance, one girl blushed and her heart beat: I can't get angry when I look at it every day, right?
They successfully borrowed things from a few old ladies who kept the house. When the two returned to the picnic site, the ingredients had been processed and marinated, and everyone was working together to start cooking the stove.

In this way, after a few hours of busy work, they finally had dinner when it was getting dark.

At this time, the golden afterglow of the setting sun in the distance, with the bright sunset glow and the elegant fragrance of peach blossoms, it was an unforgettable meal for everyone to sit or squat down and eat the hot game.

The longing program group did not return to Mushroom House that night.

Invited by Director Li, they decided to stay here for another two days and broadcast live the daily work of the crew to the audience.

For the promotion of the project, the people in this crew also worked very hard.

In the evening, Yin Du used a tablet in the temporary tent set up by the program group to pull Director Li to engage in a connection activity with netizens.

Yin Du, Director Li, and the screenwriter Wang Cang sat in front of the screen, and the others behind them were busy with their own affairs in the most comfortable position, lying or sitting, and silently acted as the background board.

At the moment when the connection was announced, there were countless water friends who requested the connection.

Although I stated in advance that I hope everyone can ask some questions about the crew, I will not answer the others for the time being.

But I can't help but have a lot of joy among sand sculpture netizens:

"Director Li, I really like your scenes. Many scenes are beautifully shot, so can I ask you one thing?"

"you say!"

"Could you help our Highness take some posters? Since His Highness debuted, I haven't taken a serious poster, and I'm convinced of him. The current screensavers of our fans are basically screenshots of His Highness in various programs. , although it is also very beautiful..."

Yin Du glanced at Yu Hai, who was unmoved at all, and coughed: "I will persuade him, persuade him."

"Okay, Teacher Yin, it's up to you!"

Next person:
"Director Li, what will happen to the props after you finish filming the show? Can we buy them?"

Li Shanhong lifted his spirits and said with a smile: "There may be some activities to give back to fans at that time, you can pay attention to our crew's Weibo."

"Okay, I don't want anything else, I just want that copybook, yes, the one written by Jingluo, remember to let me know when the time comes!"

Director Li: "..."

mmp, I don't give back if I'm not a fan of my family.

In the next place:
"I heard that there is an AI face-changing technology. Has Director Li considered replacing the hero's face with that of a whale?"

Director Li: "Can't use it, can't use it!"

"..."

Answering such sand sculpture questions all night made Li Daosheng unlovable, saying that the reporter was cuter.

(End of this chapter)