Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

Ten o'clock in the morning, Literature Department of Beijing Film Studio.

No one knew where Jiang Huaiyan was busy, so Shi Wenxin, Liang Xiaosheng and two other editors were there. Tang Xiaofu was not here either. She liked quietness and to be alone in a room when she was creating, and she usually wrote in the room of the guesthouse.

"Teacher Lin, you are here. Who is this?" Liang Xiaosheng immediately poured some water and then looked at Zhou Yangguang and said.

"Zhou Yangguang, Class of 65, majoring in drama literature at the Central Academy of Drama."

"Oh, those who enrolled before the special period are real college students, much better than me, a worker-peasant-soldier college student." Liang Xiaosheng stood in awe.

Workers, peasants and soldiers did not take any cultural examinations as college students, but were recommended for admission based on their political background and work performance.

Historically, after the resumption of the college entrance examination, Yenching University and Tsinghua University not only did not issue graduation certificates to workers, peasants and soldiers, did not write their educational experience into their files, but also deleted all the enrollment information of those years.

In essence, they do not recognize this group of college students.

It seems a bit excessive, but they also have their difficulties.

When these people go to university, they are not interested in studying their majors but only in participating in movements and struggles. Their level is not even as good as that of real college students and may even be lower than that of middle school students.

Once you start working and take up an important position, it is likely to be a disaster if an amateur guides the professionals!

Other universities, even if they have issued academic qualifications, will be downgraded from undergraduate to junior college, and junior college to technical secondary school. They will also be restricted in professional title evaluation and job promotion!

Lin Zhengjun explained: "Yesterday, Changcheng commissioned me to write the script, and Zhou Yangguang is one of the members of the creative team!"

"Oh, Teacher Zhou can write a script for Changcheng. It's such a great achievement. I envy you so much!" Liang Xiaosheng looked at Zhou Yangguang expectantly and said with a smile, "What works has Teacher Zhou published? Let me learn from them."

Zhou Yangguang's face turned red, and then he said calmly: "I have been writing a long novel and am still revising it. Maybe I will accidentally write a Dream of Red Mansions..."

Liang Xiaosheng was stunned.

I didn't expect my uncle to be so pretentious. Lin Zhengjun asked, "Have you prepared the information for us?"

"Fu Qi had someone bring the information here early in the morning. It's all in the information room..." Liang Xiaosheng said.

"Okay, let's go over there." Lin Zhengjun said with a smile.

The main building of Beijing Film Studio has three and a half floors. The first half of the floor is the information room, which contains film materials and books. It also serves as a reading room, and there is only one administrator.

Liang Xiaosheng took them there.

The administrator pointed to a large wooden box on the ground and said, "This is the information Fu Qi brought."

In the past three years, there are Ming Pao, Sing Pao, Ta Kung Pao, Commercial Times, etc., comic magazines such as Comic Weekly and Dragon Tiger Gate, in addition, there are a large number of novels, scripts, and some books introducing Hong Kong customs and movies.

"Oh my, this novel is actually about martial arts, it's similar to what I wrote, can it be published in Hong Kong?"

Zhou Yangguang picked up a July issue of Ming Pao and read it with great interest. It contained a serial article called "Heroes of Guangdong and Guangxi: Heroes of China" by Wen Ruian.

After finishing reading the serialized content of that issue, Zhou Yangguang said in surprise: "It's really good. Where's the next issue of the newspaper?"

"You started reading from the middle and actually enjoyed it. You should look for the previous issues..." Lin Zhengjun helped him rummage through the pile of old newspapers and found the first part, "Sword Qi on the Yangtze River."

Oh, Zhou Yangguang was just like a mouse falling into a rice jar. He was so happy and satisfied.

"Teacher Lin and Teacher Zhou, just concentrate on writing! If you need me for anything, go downstairs to the Department of Literature and call me." Liang Xiaosheng rubbed his hands and said with a smile.

Seeing him about to leave, Lin Zhengjun said, "Xiaosheng, wait a minute."

"Teacher Lin, what else can I do for you?"

"I write scripts and novels, and I like collective creation. For example, I came up with the idea for "The Horse Herder" and "Under the Hawthorn Tree", and Tang Xiaofu wrote the script."

Lin Zhengjun said, "I've been quite busy lately. I have too many projects on hand. I'm writing a novel for a playwright. As for the scripts for The Great Wall, I plan to write two. Zhou Yangguang will be in charge of one, and I wonder if you are interested in helping with the other one?"

"What subject matter?"

"For the Great Wall, it must be a genre film or an entertainment film. It's either a martial arts film or a supernatural horror or murder case. The royalties will definitely be higher than what you make from writing novels!"

"I can try!" Liang Xiaosheng nodded vigorously.

Zhou Yangguang came from a family that had fallen on hard times, and Liang Xiaosheng came from a poor family.

He has two younger brothers, a younger sister, and a mentally ill brother, and the whole family needs him to support.

This guy is very honest. Every time he goes on a blind date, the first thing he says is "I have a heavy family burden". So now he is 30 years old and still a happily single.

He officially started writing this year, all of them are short stories. Everyone knows the royalties these days, but how much money can you make from short stories?

He racked his brains but could only earn a few dozen yuan and publish one or two articles a year. But writing for Lin Zhengjun was different, he didn't have to force inspiration and didn't have to use his brain.

"Yes, you can look at these materials with us and focus on understanding the living habits and concepts of Hong Kong people. They are different from us." Lin Zhengjun smiled proudly.

The collective creative team has finally grown stronger. These two are actually very talented!

"Okay, okay!" Liang Xiaosheng immediately picked up a stack of newspapers and started reading them.

Lin Zhengjun began to read the newspaper.

He is interested in financial news, so of course he has to read information about movies, but he can put it aside for a while.

When it was almost noon, Tang Xiaofu strolled in. Liang Xiaosheng quickly stood up and greeted her, "Hello, Teacher Tang..."

Tang Xiaofu is only 19 years old, much younger than him.

But there was no way out. The other person had already published his works in People's Literature, and the script of Under the Hawthorn Tree had passed the review and was approved, so he had to call him teacher.

"Hello, Teacher Liang."

Tang Xiaofu smiled, then sat down on the chair next to Lin Zhengjun and said with a smile: "Uncle, are you here to work?"

Zhou Yangguang scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "Hehe, Zhengjun, give me a chance, I'll try, try..."

This matter is indeed a bit shameful. He is Lin Zhengjun's elder, and he should have been the one to support and help Lin Zhengjun.

But he has achieved nothing in the past few years.

Instead, it was Lin Zhengjun who supported and helped him.

But who can blame our nephew and son-in-law for being so strong? We can only win by lying down...

Tang Xiaofu said seriously, "You have to write it carefully. This opportunity is hard to come by. If you miss it, you will never have it again."

"Don't worry, I will definitely finish it. I have so much talent but nowhere to display it. Now that I have the opportunity, I will definitely burst into action!" Zhou Yangguang vowed.

Tang Xiaofu pinched Lin Zhengjun's palm and said in a low voice: "You are here, but you don't come to the guesthouse to find me. Don't you miss me? I... live in a single room!"

Lin Zhengjun squeezed her soft little hand and said with a smile: "I just settled down and was going to see you right away!"

After all, there were people around, so we didn't dare to do anything overly intimate.

Tang Xiaofu pinched his dirty collar with her scallion-like fingers and said angrily, "How long has it been since you washed this shirt? You haven't washed the other clothes either..."

"That's right..."

Lin Zhengjun brought three sets of clothes with him, but he was too busy and had no time to wash them.

First put on the first set, then the second set, then the third set, then the first set, the second set, and so on...

If you ask whether it is clean or not, it is clean.

"Just focus on your new script. I'll take your clothes and wash them for you. Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch together."

"Okay!" Tang Xiaofu picked up Lin Zhengjun's bag containing his dirty clothes and strolled away.

……

As night falls, the northern suburbs of Yanjing are deserted.

The dead leaves and hay were blown by the howling north wind across the wheat fields and ditches, rolling wildly on the vast earth, as if they were the unpredictable fate of all living beings!

Zhu Yongcheng walked stealthily into a desolate abandoned kiln, pressed the butcher knife at his waist, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.