Chapter 166 Director, You Don’t Understand
This expression...
The two teachers hesitated.
"Director Ren, no... don't bother Teacher Lin, I can do it!" Zhu Lin's face was a little pale, and she said stutteringly.
Lin Weimin frowned and said, "Don't be so confident. I think you still don't fully understand the character."
Zhu Lin didn't look at Lin Weimin, but turned her gaze to Ren Hao, even with a bit of pleading.
"Director Ren, I really can do it, you have to believe me!"
Ren Hao looked at Zhu Lin, then at Lin Weimin, and said, "Teacher Lin, give Zhu Lin a chance and let her perform well."
Lin Weimin felt a little regretful. After all, he was the author of the original novel and I wrote all the characters. If you don’t listen to me, you will suffer a loss!
Ren Hao also noticed something at this time. Before filming again, he politely said to Lin Weimin and Jin Shan: "Teacher Jin, Teacher Lin, you two must be tired too, right? I'll have someone bring two stools, and you can find a place to rest for a while."
Jinshan is old, and he is indeed a little tired after standing all morning. "It's a good time to take a break."
After the two left, the filming started again. Zhu Lin's performance was much more normal and it was passed in one take.
Ren Hao asked, "Were you so nervous just now because Teacher Lin was here?"
Zhu Lin nodded with lingering fear. Ren Hao was puzzled, "Why are you so afraid of him?"
Zhu Lin glanced at Ren Hao before saying, "Director, you don't understand."
I don't understand?
Ren Hao was confused for a moment. He observed Zhu Lin's expression. Could there be some hidden secret between these two people?
Ren Hao suddenly recalled the casual chat he had with Teacher Lin when choosing the heroine.
"Gu Qiuyan is about 30 years old. Her appearance should conform to the beauty of traditional Chinese women, and her temperament should be gentle, but at the same time she should have a kind of strength that is gentle on the outside but strong on the inside."
Thinking back on Teacher Lin’s requirements, the more I looked at them, the more I felt that they suited Zhu Lin.
A bright light flashed through Ren Hao's heart.
Could it be that the character of Gu Qiuyan was written based on Zhu Lin?
When this thought came to his mind, Ren Hao became excited, as if he had discovered some great secret.
When they met last night, he noticed the subtlety between Zhu Lin and Teacher Lin. Talking about his nephew's classmates was too much.
No wonder Zhu Lin behaved so inappropriately this morning.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Ren Hao couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it must be said that this is the elegance of a cultured person!
Lin Weimin, who was resting, did not notice anything unusual. Deng Zaijun was accompanying him and Jinshan. She was a very talkative person. She did not have the gentleness of a woman, but was very tough.
During the conversation, she mentioned that she had been in the army when she was young. Lin Weimin guessed that her personality might be related to this experience.
Deng Zaijun works at CCTV and is considered a key figure among the directors and editors, so whenever people talk about him, they inevitably mention his work at the TV station.
Mr. Jinshan is the director of the Television Art Committee, which is the trump card of radio and television. The two have many common topics.
Lin Weimin mainly listens.
During the conversation, Deng Zaijun suddenly asked, "Teacher Lin, will The Intouchables still be performed in March this year?"
"It seems that the People's Art Theatre still arranges it this way, there is no change."
"That's great. My daughter wanted to see this play last year, but she couldn't get tickets."
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "Let me help you with the ticket."
"That's really a big trouble for you, Mr. Lin."
"It's no trouble at all. It's just a piece of cake."
If it were last year, Lin Weimin might not have responded to Deng Zaijun's words. Last year, tickets for the performance of "The Intouchables" were indeed hard to come by, and it was not easy for Lin Weimin to get tickets. This year's ticketing situation should not be as tense as last year, so he just did a favor.
When talking about drama, Mr. Jinshan asked, "Hey, Mr. Lin, the Dramatists Association award this year will be announced soon, right? You should be on the list."
Teacher Jinshan was talking about the National Excellent Screenwriting Award. Lin Weimin shook his head and said, "I am just a newcomer. It is too early to talk about winning an award."
Teacher Jinshan said with a smile: "Awards are not given based on qualifications. Your script is so good, I think there will be no problem."
Lin Weimin smiled and did not continue the topic.
Teacher Jinshan seemed to have seen something, and thinking of Lin Weimin's other identity, he asked tentatively: "Is it Mr. Wan's side..."
Lin Weimin kept silent.
Seeing this, Teacher Jinshan was certain of his guess. He sighed and said, "Teacher Lin, what a pity!"
Lin Weimin smiled and said, "What's the pity? It's just an award. I have already benefited a lot from you, sir."
Teacher Jinshan thought about it and it made sense. Just with the title of Mr. Wan's disciple, even if Lin Weimin spent his whole life eating and waiting for death, he could still thrive in the system.
"Teacher Lin, you are more open-minded!"
Deng Zaijun listened to the conversation between the two. He didn't understand what was going on at first, but as he listened more he got a general idea.
I can't help but sigh in my heart that sometimes being a master's student is not always a good thing!
After spending a day on the set of "The Cliff", Ren Hao arranged for the crew's car to take Lin Weimin and Teacher Jin Shan to visit various scenic spots in Harbin the next day.
People in later generations said that Paris is the Little Harbin of the West, which is true.
Even though Harbin did not have the Ice Sculpture Festival to attract tourists from all over the world at that time, many of its attractions were more charming because of the simplicity and primitiveness of that era.
Central Avenue, St. Sophia Cathedral, Laodaowai, Harbin's attractions seem to be all exotic buildings. Even though foreign-style buildings can be seen occasionally in Yanjing, the feeling is completely different.
This feeling is especially strong during the snowy winter.
Standing by the Songhua River, Teacher Jinshan looked at the vast ice and sky and said, "Teacher Lin should really write an article to commemorate this magnificent view!"
Lin Weimin smiled and said, “Everything that needs to be written is written in The Cliff.”
It is true that "The Cliff" is a spy novel, but it also spends a lot of time on the customs and people of Harbin.
Teacher Jinshan said: "I really envy you writers who can express your thoughts and feelings on paper."
"I envy you. You get to experience thousands of different lives on the stage and on the screen. Ordinary people don't have such experiences."
After saying that, the two looked at each other, and their laughter could be heard far away along the Songhua River.
Lin Weimin took a total of one week's leave. The time passed quickly and he was alone when he left. Teacher Jinshan planned to stay here for a few more days.
Back to Yanjing, March is about to arrive.
It was just when the weather was getting warmer but still colder. Lin Weimin came to the office on a motorcycle. He was inevitably teased by his colleagues, and then he went out for a leisurely ride.
After being away for a week, there was no change in the office except that there were more manuscripts. As soon as Lin Weimin came back, he buried himself in the pile of manuscripts.
Two days later, a female college student knocked on the office door. It was Deng Zaijun's daughter Zhou Meng who came to pick up the drama tickets according to her instructions.
"Hello, Teacher Lin!" Zhou Meng looked at Lin Weimin with a bit of shyness and a bit of admiration in her eyes.
Lin Weimin chatted with her for a few words, then gave her the tickets for the play. "Here are four tickets in total, for rows of seats. I thought you students would really like to watch plays, so you can invite your classmates to watch together."
"Thank you, Mr. Lin. You are so thoughtful."
After receiving the ticket, Zhou Meng hesitated for a moment and took out a copy of Farewell My Concubine from her bag. "Teacher Lin, could you please sign it for me?"
"Of course." Lin Weimin signed for Zhou Meng with a smile.
She left the editorial office reluctantly.
"Hey! Director Lin is great! Where did you recruit these college students from?" Yao Shuzhi joked.
"Don't talk nonsense. This is my friend's daughter. She came to me to get tickets for a play."
Yao Shuzhi gave Lin Weimin a look that left him puzzled.
After he was immersed in his work, Yao Shuzhi whispered to Liu Yin.
"Do you think this guy is really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?"
"He may be pretending to be stupid about other issues, but he is really stupid about this matter!" Liu Yin said firmly.
Which friend would let his daughter come to him just for a few tickets? Unless there was some other purpose.
The female college student just now was pretty and graceful. She should be about the same age as Lin Weimin. What a perfect match they are!
Liu Yin and Yao Shuzhi chattered for a long time, criticizing Lin Weimin to the point of being useless.
A few days later, at the annual premiere of "The Intouchables", Lin Weimin met Zhou Meng again. This time she came with a few classmates.
The ticket Lin Weimin gave her was in a very good seat, right in the middle of the second row. She spotted Lin Weimin when she entered the venue and waved at him excitedly. Unfortunately, he was talking and laughing with the bald man next to him and did not notice her.
Zhou Meng couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, and at the same time felt that the bald man next to Lin Weimin was really an eyesore.
"Hey, I've known you for such a long time, I guess I'm a little bit lucky with you."
On the stage, the actors were taking their curtain calls, and Chen Xiaoer was talking to Lin Weimin.
We went to see a play today, and Lin Weimin treated us, so we had the best seats.
If it were him, he wouldn't be willing to buy a ticket for this seat.
Even though Chen Xiaoer is now an actor at the Bayi Film Studio and has starred in two well-received movies, he still earns a fixed salary and has to support his family.
It's not easy enough to scrape out money from every few days to watch a play.
"Don't you have enough luck with me?"
Lin Weimin glanced at Chen Xiaoer and said sarcastically, "No wonder you can only play a supporting role. Look at your awareness. Look at Teacher Tang. Not only is there a difference in appearance, but also in the way they conduct themselves."
Chen Xiaoer couldn't stand hearing anyone praising Tang Guoqiang, and he immediately became furious at Lin Weimin's provocation.
"Come on, forget it. What can he compare with me? I get roles based on my ability, but he gets roles based on his looks!"
Lin Weimin nodded, "Yes. He stood there, lived a peaceful life, and got the leading role. You jumped up and down there, and only got a minor role."
Single bet, Reithbye!
Chen Xiaoer was so depressed that he didn't want to talk to Lin Weimin anymore. It was too infuriating.
They walked out while bickering all the way, and when they reached the door, Lin Weimin heard someone calling him.
When I turned around, it turned out to be Zhou Meng.
Looking at the female classmates following behind her, Lin Weimin asked with a smile: "How was it? Didn't it disappoint you?"
Zhou Meng and her classmates were all excited. "Teacher Lin, the performance was really great. Your script is so well written!"
Lin Weimin quickly waved his hands and said, "It's all thanks to everyone."
After a few greetings, Lin Weimin, Zhou Meng and others said goodbye.
After Lin Weimin left, several female classmates excitedly grabbed Zhou Meng.
"Meng Meng, did Teacher Lin really give you the tickets? You are so awesome!"
Zhou Meng's expression was a little proud, "Why would I lie to you about something like this?"
Several classmates were full of praise, while Zhou Meng looked in the direction where Lin Weimin left. She recalled what her mother had said on the phone, and a hint of shyness flashed across her face.
(End of this chapter)
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