Chapter 299: Write a Letter of Guarantee(1/3)
There is no acting student who doesn’t want to act in movies, and Xu Zheng is certainly no exception.
In fact, Xu Zheng was a little nervous about coming this time, because the timing was too coincidental. "Second World" and "The Butterfly Effect" had just become popular, and he came over, somewhat suspected of being a fan.
The more famous Yu Dong became, the more embarrassed he became to come. If he hadn't come here on business this time, he wouldn't have mustered up the courage to come.
If Yu Dong knew what Xu Zheng was thinking, he would probably laugh it off. Young people are still young people, they have too many ideas and are not confident enough.
Mainly because I'm not thick-skinned enough.
After sitting here for a while longer, Xu Zheng stood up and left.
Yu Dong didn't stay with him, but just gave him an umbrella, "It's raining, I can't live without an umbrella. Remember to return it to me next time we meet."
Xu Zheng understood the meaning, took the umbrella and said with a smile: "Thank you, Teacher Yu."
After Xu Zheng left, Yu Dong started writing again. In fact, he originally wanted to write a play for Xu Zheng, or simply recommend him to directors such as Zhang Yimou or Feng Xiaoning.
But then I thought about it, Xu Zheng had just graduated, and it would be a good thing for him to work more in the theater troupe. He is the time to accumulate at this age. If he misses the accumulation during this period, it will be difficult for him to develop in the future. Yu Dong
I'm afraid that if I try to help now, it will end up being a source of help.
It rained heavily outside again, and the small ditches along the walkway that had been washed away by rain over the years were filled with water again.
When the weather is sunny and the wind is warm and gentle, when you are in the hut, you always feel that this small, cramped room is like a cage trapping people. Now that the wind and rain are blowing, the hut has become a haven to escape the wind and rain. It depends on it to protect you from the wind and rain.
Invasion.
Listening to the sound of rain, my heart slowly calmed down.
It was not until the evening when the rain gradually stopped that Yu Dong put away his pen.
When he looked up, he saw another red figure in the corner of the courtyard. Cheng Yanqiu was holding an umbrella with his head lowered, jumping up and down on his small leather shoes, avoiding the puddles on the ground.
Finally walking onto the cement road, she looked up and saw Yu Dong looking at her.
"How long have you been watching?"
Yu Dong smiled and said, "I've been watching it since you turned into a frog."
"You are the frog."
"Well, I'm a frog, so why are you looking for a frog?"
"My parents asked us to go back for dinner tonight."
Yu Dong asked strangely, "Why didn't you call and why did you go all the way?"
"Isn't this just a way to go? Why waste phone bills?"
Yu Dong nodded, "I'll clean it up."
…
When he arrived at his father-in-law's house, Yu Dong found out that the old couple wanted to buy furniture for their new house.
The mother-in-law took out 20,000 yuan and gave it to Yu Dong. They were all brand-new and large bills. They must have been specially taken out from the bank.
The economy has developed in the past two years, and 20,000 yuan is much lower than in previous years, but it is not a small amount. Not many families can afford 20,000 yuan in cash at once.
Yu Dong pushed it a few times but didn't push it away. In the end, he just accepted the money without saying anything.
"I'll give you the money, and you decide what you want to buy. According to your plan, you will get the certificate in one month, and the house will follow. So I suggest you take the time to go to the mall during this time and prepare to buy furniture.
Already."
Yu Dong nodded and said with a smile: "I'm already looking at them, but I still have to wait until the renovation is completed before I can decide which ones to buy. Now I'm going over there, mainly to take a look and compare, so that I can have a good idea when I buy."
"Well, at home, no matter how big or small the house is, it is always right for the husband and wife to run it seriously and step by step. You don't have to worry too much about eating. Just make the fire yourself when you have time. If you don't have time, tell your family.
Her father and I usually have nothing to do at home, so it’s not troublesome to cook." Chen Yuqing said with a smile.
Cheng Liye waved his hand and said, "Don't come back too often. You have your own life, and we, the old couple, also have our own lives. But I have a little request for you. You should take time to visit your grandparents more in the future.
They are older and it is not easy for them to ride in the car, so you should work harder and run more."
Yu Dong nodded repeatedly, "Definitely, definitely."
As they talked, the old couple felt that they wanted to entrust their daughter to their daughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became sad. Fortunately, they also felt that the atmosphere was not right, so they did not continue talking.
Before leaving, Cheng Liye suddenly said, "Yu Dong, is the brush still easy to use?"
Yu Dong knew that his father-in-law was worried about Cheng Yanqiu's borrowing of brushes, so he smiled and said, "I have ordered a batch of new brushes and will send them to you to choose from when they arrive."
Cheng Yanqiu curled his lips and said, "Stingy."
"Stingy? People say that daughters are thief from their parents' families. I think this is true at all. Just take it as you say. There is indeed a lot of it, but it's a good thing that you can clean it all in one go."
"You don't write much usually." Cheng Yanqiu muttered.
Cheng Liye laughed angrily, "I am still blessed to have such a filial daughter."
…
In the Lanshi Hotel, Gao Hongbo looked at the words hanging on the wall and asked the manager Lin Ruoqi next to him with a smile, "What is the origin of this poem?"
Because Gao Hongbo was a knowledgeable person, Lin Ruoqi didn't like to talk nonsense, so he said truthfully, "Teacher Yu said that this poem was written by a poet named Huangguayuan Sanren, and he wrote it for his wife."
"Cucumber Garden Sanren?" Gao Hongbo squinted and thought for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Xiao Lin, you were teased by Teacher Yu Dong."
Lin Ruoqi asked confusedly, "Teacher Gao, what do you mean?"
Gao Hongbo pointed to the poem on the wall and said, "If nothing else, this poem should have been written by Yu Dong himself. Cucumber Garden Sanren refers to himself, and Cucumber Garden refers to Jinling Academy of Art. Xiaolin, have you not read "
"Essay on the Cucumber Garden"?
Lin Ruoqi said with shame, "I really haven't seen it, I don't know which masterpiece it is."
"It was also written by Yu Dong and the others." Gao Hongbo held his chin and looked at Yu Dong's poem carefully, and then said, "This poem is well written, but it is simple and artistic, and it is indeed written from the heart. It has not been done before.
I heard that Yu Dong still writes poetry, but it seems that he just hides it and doesn't publish it."
"Why did he hide it and not reveal it?" Lin Ruoqi asked curiously.
Gao Hongbo shook his head, "I don't know about this. Everyone has their own ideas. But your hotel has made a profit. As far as I know, Yu Dong has not published a poem before."
In fact, there is. The song "Tree" written by Yu Dong before was widely circulated among some college students in Jinling, but Gao Hongbo didn't know about it.
Hearing what Gao Hongbo said, Lin Ruoqi was certainly happy, and it was not in vain that he begged Yu Dong for help. Before, he thought that there really was a Cucumber Garden Sanren, and he even searched for it in some ancient poetry collection. To his surprise, it was
could not find it.
Now Gao Hongbo's words can be regarded as clearing up his doubts. At the same time, when someone asks about the origin of this poem in the future, he will have some answers.
After learning that the Sanren of Cucumber Garden was Yu Dong, Lin Ruoqi suddenly opened his mind.
Yu Dong said at the time that this poem was written for his wife when he was in his twenties by a Sanren man from Huangguayuan. Now it seems that Yu Dong wrote it for his wife. The theme of the story is eye-catching enough. Lin Ruoqi has even
A touching love story was sketched in my mind.
Gao Hongbo also thinks this subject matter is very good.
He came to Lanshi on business, and the local government arranged for him to stay at Lanshi Hotel. Because he had stayed here several times, he and Lin Ruoqi were old acquaintances.
When I passed by just now, I saw an extra piece of writing, so I stopped and looked at it. I knew from the signature that it was actually written by Yu Dongxia, so I went to Lin Ruoqi to ask.
In the past two years, Yu Dong has become a name that cannot be ignored in the domestic literary world. His books can be seen everywhere on street stalls and bookstores, including popular, serious and literary ones. He is not absent.
Today, when literature is gradually declining, it is not easy for Yu Dong to open up such a situation.
And their "Poetry Journal" has long since lost its glory. There are still novels by rising stars such as Yu Dong, Yu Hua and Bi Feiyu. What about poetry? Who can rely on, Bei Dao and Shu Ting? Even if they can still write for many years, what about the readers?
, people don’t like reading poetry anymore.
There are also some poets, such as Han Dong, who think about writing novels every day, but write less and less poems.
In the past few years, some people have clamored that novels are dead, but novels are not dead. Others have clamored that poetry is dead, but poetry is really dying.
Later, after much deliberation, Gao Hongbo called Su Tong and asked for Yu Dong's contact information, and then only called Yu Dong again.
When Yu Dong received the call, he was about to go shopping with Cheng Yanqiu to look at furniture and appliances, so he had no intention of chatting with Gao Hongbo in detail.
I heard that Gao Hongbo saw the poem he wrote in Lanshi Hotel and wanted to publish it in the "Poetry Magazine". Yu Dong didn't say much, just said, "Teacher Gao, if you think the poem is good, just publish it."
...You can just pay me the royalties as you see fit. I really have something to do right now. Let’s talk in detail later when we have a chance. How about that?”
"Uh...ok."
Gao Hongbo hung up the phone blankly, and Yu Dong agreed simply, but not too enthusiastically, and didn't give him a chance to communicate at all. He thought that if he revealed his identity, Yu Dong would chat with him enthusiastically, but he didn't know that he said in a hurry
After saying this, he hung up.
But I can’t find anything wrong with it. It’s normal for people to be busy with other things.
But no matter what, at least I got Yu Dong's consent to publish the song "Luo Luo", and the goal was achieved.
As for Yu Dong, he had already gone to the mall with Cheng Yanqiu.
The new business building of Xinbai Phase 1 just opened this year and was very lively. The two of them felt the rush of people before they even entered the building. There were many people shopping, and even more people came to join in the fun.
Although everyone generally has little money, the supply and demand relationship for many items in shopping malls is still lower than demand. For example, TV sets, more than 20 years later, generally no one will spend a year or even several years of salary to buy a TV set. It is different now.
TVs are expensive, but many people are willing to buy them.
Because in this era, TVs represent different meanings. Unlike later generations, TVs have become less important. Many people prefer to watch TV on their mobile phones or computers.
To be continued...