Wen Xin is a young screenwriting teacher. It was her first time to receive such an interview, and she was obviously a little nervous.
The Southwest Military Region was short on musicals, so the leadership attached great importance to their first newspaper appearance. Qin Yuman wasn't in charge of asking questions; she only needed to take notes.
She took notes so carefully that she naturally noticed that Wenxin was stumbling in answering the questions and was obviously quite unfamiliar with the subject.
I also gave many doubtful answers to some deep-thinking questions, and in the end, my colleagues who asked me the questions were a little embarrassed.
Qin Yuman thought, this is really a rare screenwriting genius that has been seen for a long time?
Why does it feel like it wasn't written by her?
Of course, she only dared to think about this in her heart. If she really said it out loud, it would be too stupid.
She wasn't the only one who thought this way.
After the interview, my colleague whispered, "Did I ask too many questions today? It seems like some of the questions are unfamiliar to Teacher Wenxin."
That's a very euphemistic way of putting it.
Qin Yuman said quickly, "If you ask others, they all use the same logic. How can they answer you?"
The two looked at each other and shut up at the same time.
Anyway, they just have to complete the tasks assigned by the leader on time, and these things can only be discussed privately.
"It's not impossible. Some people are born to write on paper but are not good at expressing themselves." After a pause, the colleague guessed.
Qin Yuman was a little curious, "Is her script exciting?"
She had never read the script, but she had a natural sense of belonging to these two words. The memories of her past life were covered in a veil in her mind, and she seemed to understand this thing vaguely.
"Yes, it's still a long way behind the General Military Region."
The conversation of her colleague aroused Qin Yuman's curiosity. She used some methods to find the script of "Forward" and read it.
This sight seemed to open her Ren and Du meridians, and many ideas popped into her mind.
Xu Mei is a writer. As a "second-generation writer", she naturally imitates her mother's steps. Only when she looked at the script at this moment did she feel that she had found the path that best suited her.
So for the next two days, Qin Yuman did not hang out with other colleagues, but prepared to watch the "Forward" performance.
This time the military performance was held in the 22nd Division. None of her colleagues came, only Qin Yuman came alone.
She sat in the audience, attracting more attention from the soldiers than the performances on the stage.
The honest soldiers would occasionally cast observant glances at him, without any other meaning, they just admired him.
Qin Yuman had long been accustomed to such looks. She just stared at the stage. "Forward" was popular and reasonable, and it did have depth and meaning. However, she had watched many programs from the General Military Region, and compared with them, there was indeed a gap.
"Wen Zheng, take a good look at 'Forward' and try your best. Next time you can beat them."
The person who was speaking was sitting in front of Qin Yuman. She happened to know him. She heard that he was the commander of the 22nd Division, named Zheng Liujiang.
He was talking to the people around him.
The short-haired woman next to him was the head of the 22nd Division Art Troupe. She nodded and said, "Yes, Division Commander."
The man next to Zheng Liujiang laughed heartily. "Old Zheng, if you can transfer the Divine Front Battalion to our division, I'll give you the Rising Sun Song and Dance Troupe."
"Humph, old commander, look at Mo Fanghai's face. No wonder he kept talking to Fu Jingchen yesterday. It seems he had this intention. Although the song and dance troupe is important, how can it compare with the Shenfeng Battalion?"
Zheng Liujiang immediately turned around and complained.
At this time, the plot on the stage was performing an exciting part, and the voices became louder and louder. Qin Yuman gradually couldn't hear what they were saying later.
She only heard the name and knew about the Divine Vanguard Camp.
Perhaps that was a very powerful battalion of the 22nd Division.
The performance ended and everyone prepared to leave.
Qin Yuman stood up from her seat, walked through the long row of chairs, and walked out shoulder to shoulder with a very tall man.
She subconsciously glanced at the other person, then looked away. Even though she knew that the man was already a rare talent, she still thought that he had an outstanding appearance.
The military uniform fits tightly against his broad shoulders, the brim of his hat covers the shadow of his brows, and his deep facial features make him look like a star who walked out of a movie in his previous life.
It can make her pause slightly.
As if sensing her gaze, the other person also looked over. Qin Yuman could feel that the other person's gaze lingered on her for a while.
"Fu Jingchen, why are you walking so fast?" Another person complained from behind.
The footsteps beside her stopped, and Qin Yuman also heard his voice.
"You're too slow."
It was a light voice, and the tone was very nice, but it was a pity that he stopped, and Qin Yuman quickly surpassed him.
This was not an acquaintance or a chance encounter, but it planted a strange seed in her heart. Two days later, she did not return to Beijing with the "Literary Supplement", but chose to stay in the 22nd Division.
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