novelslam Chapter 12 You can also write movie scripts?
Chapter 12 You can also write movie scripts?
After exchanging greetings, Xu Yang pushed his cart and followed Liu Xiaoli into the courtyard.
This kind of compound is somewhat similar to a modern residential community, except that there isn't much greenery.
The courtyard wasn't very large, containing over thirty four-story red brick buildings. Osmanthus trees and holly bushes were planted between the buildings, and the ground was paved with cement. Although some parts were cracked, it was kept very clean.
Several five- or six-year-old children were chasing and playing in the yard. An older woman was washing vegetables by the sink downstairs. She looked up, saw Liu Xiaoli, and greeted her warmly.
The Liu family lived in Building No. 2, one of the few families in the compound who could occupy an entire building by themselves.
To be fair, it wasn't exactly exclusive, since Liu Xiaoli's parents and her third uncle's family lived together.
"We live on the first and second floors, and my third uncle lives on the two floors above." As she spoke, Liu Xiaoli took out her keys and opened the door to the first floor.
"We're here. This is my home. You can call it home from now on."
Xu Yang followed her inside and stood in the entryway, looking around first.
This is a typical residence of a cadre family in the late 1970s.
The living room wasn't big, but it was kept very tidy.
The floor was covered with dark red wooden flooring, which had a slight springy feel when stepped on.
The walls are painted with a light green wainscoting, with white walls above, and several framed calligraphy works hanging on them.
"All the rooms on the first floor are empty. You can stay in whichever room you like. There's also a small balcony outside where my dad grows some flowers." Liu Xiaoli changed into slippers and led Xu Yang inside.
Xu Yang looked around and saw that there were two vacant rooms and another room that looked like an office, which should be Liu Xiaoli's father's office.
Xu Yang randomly chose a room, since he knew he couldn't stay at the Liu family's place for an extended period.
Once I join the propaganda team, I'll definitely have to stay in the dormitory; otherwise, it will seem like I don't know my place.
"Then you can rest for a while and familiarize yourself with the house. I'll come and call you for dinner in a bit." With that, Liu Xiaoli handed the keys to Xu Yang.
"Okay." Xu Yang took the keys and smiled.
After seeing Liu Xiaoli to the door and watching her go upstairs, Xu Yang closed the door and went inside.
Upon arriving at the room, Xu Yang glanced at the desk.
Then, he summoned his personal house.
The Liu family was indeed well-off; each room was over ten square meters.
However, it is still much inferior to one's own portable house.
If he had a choice, Xu Yang would still prefer to live in his own portable house.
Taking a deep breath, Xu Yang entered his portable house.
He can see what's happening outside from inside his portable house.
He knew that his portable house and the outside world were actually interconnected.
It is a mobile space, not an independent one.
Outside light and air can both enter.
Light streamed in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, making the living room of the portable house quite bright.
However, the light from the portable house could not reach outside, and even the smell could not escape.
From the outside, this portable house is completely independent.
Therefore, Xu Yang felt quite lucky to have such a portable house.
Unfortunately, I can't take anything out of the room; I have to leave it here in my personal room.
With his phone and a notebook in hand, Xu Yang left the portable room.
In the Liu family's guest room, Xu Yang sat down at the desk.
Now that I have some free time, I can start directly copying the script of "The Herdsman".
The script was on his phone, so he could copy it.
He opened the blank notebook he had brought from his house, and neatly wrote the words "Horse Herder" in the upper right corner of the first page. Then, he wrote "Film Script" in smaller font below it.
He was aware that film scripts and novels were written differently.
Novels can use extensive psychological descriptions and environmental settings to build up emotions, but screenplays cannot.
A script is something that speaks through visuals; every shot, every line of dialogue, and every scene transition must be reflected in concrete, visible images.
Fortunately, the script version he had saved on his phone was very complete and was the final version that director Xie Jin used during filming.
The scene, dialogue, and camera cues are all included, and even the empty shots of the grassland when Xu Lingjun was herding horses are clearly marked.
Xu Yang's task was simple: just copy it directly.
He stretched his wrists, unscrewed the pen cap, and began to write.
The sky gradually darkened.
Liu Xiaoli's voice rang out from outside the door.
"Xu Yang, open the door, the food is here."
Xu Yang quickly put down his pen, closed the notebook, stuffed it into the drawer, and hurried to the door to open it.
Liu Xiaoli stood outside carrying a bag containing several lunch boxes.
"Are you hungry? Something came up and I was held up for a bit," Liu Xiaoli said apologetically.
"I'm not hungry. I was so engrossed in writing that I didn't even realize it," Xu Yang said with an honest expression.
Liu Xiaoli carried the bag into the house and took out the lunchbox inside.
Dinner was quite lavish, twice as much as the meals she usually brought to the hospital.
It's likely that he was celebrating his discharge from the hospital.
Xu Yang was still a little excited at the thought of having dinner with Liu Xiaoli.
He washed his hands before sitting down at the table.
"You just said you were writing something, is there a new draft?" Liu Xiaoli asked curiously as she handed Xu Yang chopsticks.
"It's not exactly a new draft; it's a script based on 'The Herdsman'," Xu Yang said truthfully.
"Screenplay? You can write movie screenplays?" Liu Xiaoli exclaimed in surprise.
Liu Xiaoli had only heard of the film script; she had never seen it.
She hadn't expected Xu Yang to have such abilities.
"I know a little, but my writing might not be very good. I don't know if it will catch the eye of film studios," Xu Yang said with a smile.
He still couldn't guarantee anything, since the novel hadn't been published yet according to the original timeline.
Originally, the script was created after the novel became popular.
"Can I take a look later? I haven't read the movie script yet." Liu Xiaoli looked at Xu Yang expectantly.
"Of course," Xu Yang said generously.
After saying that, Xu Yang asked again, "Xiaoli, have you ever considered becoming an actress?"
Liu Xiaoli paused noticeably as she picked up food with her chopsticks, looked up at Xu Yang, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Actor?" She repeated the word as if it were unfamiliar, then smiled and shook her head.
"I can dance, but I'm no good at acting in movies."
However, Xu Yang's words gave her a thought she had never had before.
Perhaps, if given the opportunity, I could indeed go and learn it.
Dancing in a theater or performing in the countryside are both small stages, and the number of dancers who can see themselves is limited.
If we make a movie about it, the audience will be from all over the country.
She still longed for such a grand stage.