Spider Spider, with double rhymes, pursed her lips, hung her tongue in the air, exhaled lightly, and a movie bug was born in the air immediately.Lin spider spider, this name makes my heart go crazy, although it sounds a bit silly, heartless, but I like it very much. I love it like I love myself. I changed my name because Li Guan said that my real name looks like a courtesan. Li Guan and I have a pure relationship. He is one of my many boyfriends who have a pure relationship. Besides, he was also the number one talented scholar in the literary world in our province at that time. Therefore, when he said that my name is like the name of a courtesan, I was shocked. I feel like the sky is falling.

He said, Lin Baiwei and Chen Bailu, these two names are too similar.If you just listen to the name and don't look at the person, I really think you are a social butterfly in the 1930s, living in the same hotel as Chen Bailu. I think Li Guan's statement hurt me deeply. I had just finished watching the movie at the time, and when I heard the name Chen Bailu, I immediately thought of a pair of coffins. In the early morning mist, a pair of coffins were carried silently on the deserted streets.In my opinion, a courtesan is the kind of woman who spends her days and drinks with a tragic end.

A few years later, I read Proust's discourse on courtesans. He said: One of the charms of the role played by these idle and well-intentioned women is that they, with their enthusiasm, their talents, And a kind of dreaminess of beautiful affections, and a kind of richness of gold and jade that they can obtain easily without cost, like precious and delicate inlays, adorning the rough and unpolished lives of men with magnificence.For dreams, like artists, they neither pursue practical value nor limit it to real life. In this light, the career of a courtesan is also a noble art career. But I realized from the very beginning that even if I wanted to be a courtesan, I couldn’t be. Am I as beautiful as Chen Bailu (in my impression, Fang Shu in the movie)?No.Am I as sexy as Chen Bailu?No.Am I as good at dancing as Chen Bailu?No more.But I just insist on not being someone I am not capable of being. This is part of human nature.

Coming to the film studio was an opportunity, a new environment, no one knew what my original name was, so I took the opportunity to change my name, and whenever I saw a stranger, I rushed to tell them that my name was Lin Spider.And I wrote letters to all my friends, claiming that whoever wrote my real name on the envelope, I will never write back. In this way, the name of the forest spider grows rapidly on my body, it covers my skin, spreads to my blood, and then shines from my eyes, and then, the thick long hair of the forest spider is like a snake It grows out and hangs down to my shoulders.

I think it's a bit like plastic surgery, it changes me. My professional film career started in December 1985 and ended in March 1990.During this time, I worked as an editor in the Literature Department of Guangxi Film Studio, where I edited two films. Guangxi Film Studio was an important film studio in the 1980s. Zhang Yimou and Zhang Junzhao were both registered members of the Guangxi Film Studio. The famous "One and Eight", "Yellow Earth" and "The Great Parade" are also from this film studio. Spit out of the mouth of a small remote factory. At that time, Guangying and Xiying were the source of the fifth generation of directors. Tigers roared and dragons groaned, cars roared and horses roared, strong winds blew up and clouds flew up, creating a grand sight.In the open space at the gate of the Guangxi Film Studio, famous directors and beautiful actresses came in and out, producers, photographers, artists, recordings, costumes, props, lighting, drama management, heavy traffic, and everyone walked with their own clothes. Elastic, with a blissful glow on the tip of the nose (Nanning was a hot city, and there was no air-conditioning at the time, and no one could get through a day without sweating from April to November), this scene left a deep impression on me impression.

In fact, I have basically never experienced such a carnival period.I only went to the airport once to pick up Shanghai director Bai Chen. I was the editor in charge of the script he was going to shoot. Bai Chen is a thin, short old man with white hair, especially white, and a red face. I often read old movie pictorials when I was a child, and I knew Bai Chen, and knew that he came back from Hong Kong.I hope this film can be released, a superb art film will come out, and it will win one or two awards. I still remember that Bai Chen crossed his hands and held them tightly. He said that this is an action he designed to let the hero and heroine hold it like this. It is very reserved, but all the emotions are expressed, and there is no need to say too much. Say.Originally, this was an ordinary action, but after Bai Chen performed such a performance completely immersed in the plot, I immediately felt that this action was very, very emotional, which was great.He also mentioned the actress who played the heroine, who seemed to be named Xu. He said that this is a very good actor. When and when she will be in other plays, and when she will be free. She had just filmed "In the Autumn" "My Spring" is quite popular, but he has to wait for her. Bai Chen hopes that the factory can start filming immediately, otherwise the heroine will not be available.

I haven't seen "Spring in Autumn", but I remember this actress firmly.It was not until the 1990s that I saw her photo in the front hall of the Qingyi Theater. Her hair was parted in the middle and combed upwards. Her forehead was high and smooth. She looked very good-looking, beautiful and reserved, with a little bit of resentment .It's really suitable for Bai Shen's movie. But Bai Chen's movie did not succeed in the end.At that time, the factory said it was going to start, and it would be ready in a few months, so that Bai Chen could go back to Shanghai and wait. When the department director and I sent Bai Chen back to the airport, he repeatedly hoped that the factory would hurry up, but the department director kept saying that he would definitely do so. Hurry up and reassure him.

There was no more text after that. This was the only time I was in charge of editing an art film during my four years at Guangxi Film Studio. The commercial tide was surging, and all art films could not be shown.This is the movie era I caught up with.When considering whether a movie should be shown or not, the only factor is copy, copy, copy.During the four years, I was in charge of editing two films, one was a martial arts film and the other was a comedy film. Comedy reminds me of Chaplin, the glorious silent film era, beautiful black and white movies, poor people, bums, blind girls, "The Gold Rush" and "City Lights", they drip like water and are pleasing to the eye.Woody.Some of Allen’s films are colorful, exaggerated and full of fantasy. His bananas are as tall as a tree, vegetables as big as a house, and a very interesting orgasm machine. It is said that men and women in the future will lose their sexual ability, but It doesn't matter, this kind of long tube like a phone booth is to help you achieve orgasm. A man and a woman walk in and press the switch, and the sexual pleasure will fall from the sky. Both men and women will scream, as if suddenly caught fire.Also "Office Story" in the former Soviet Union, and "Laughter in Paradise" which I have never seen but heard about many times, at least ten people have told me about this film, it is plated Another layer of gold, the radiance is increasing day by day, and I still have infinite longing for it.But the comedies I edit make me dizzy, tired, sleepy, and disgusting.

Abhorrent, that's the word I'm going to use. I hated that script, its title, its story, its dialogue, its names.I feel uncomfortable everywhere I look.I'm someone who's been immersed in literature for years, and reading that comedy script was like having sand in my mouth, a physical pain.But I have to be responsible for compiling this book. From the perspective of the leaders, this is my blessing and care for me.Because this is a book that is guaranteed to be available, not only can I complete the year's tasks, but I can also get a considerable amount of editing fees. One of the editor's responsibilities is to go to a private worker to print the script, use that kind of bulky Chinese typewriter, use wax paper to print oil, print it out one by one by hand, and then bind it into twenty or thirty copies. distributed to relevant personnel.

I am very reluctant to work for such a book, so I feel that the sun is several times bigger and the road is several times farther away.I saw the subtropical sun like a raging fire. The roads in the western suburbs of Nanning were full of dust, and every particle of dust in the air was shining yellow. I pushed my bicycle into the sun, and the fire burned my car ( Bodywork, front, handlebars and saddle are all hot) and my body, I'm wearing a sleeveless shorts and shorts, my arms and thighs are sizzling in the sun, and the skin is covered Invisible smoke, my eyebrows were about to burn, because the straw hat I was wearing was the most fashionable at that time, and there were two rows of cherry-sized holes on the brim for decoration, and these holes gathered the sunlight together. One row shot directly at my eyebrows, and the second row shot at my cheeks (fortunately, it didn't hit my eyeballs). Before I walked ten meters away, I felt that dark spots the size of soybeans had appeared on my face, and the black spots were connecting together. I regret that I am following the trend. If I have a big hat and a large piece of cloth at this time, I will put the cloth on the hat immediately, and I will not hesitate to make myself look like a farmer who goes to the field to plant rice seedlings!

Fortunately, I am a southerner who has been tempered and grown up. After a few minutes, I survived. I was speeding under the sun in a burning state, my blood was rushing, and my face was as red as a flower.At this time, I rode to the fork. The forked road leads to Guangxi Agricultural College. It is a beautiful path. The tall pomelo tree shades the sun, and there are wide rice fields on both sides. The large expanse of green sends cool water vapor into my lungs, and the flames When it was extinguished, my whole body became soft in an instant, and the holes in the straw hat were no longer enemies. These holes transported moist wind, and I wished they were bigger.The pavement of the fork road is fine sand and fine stones (when did it turn into cement?), which absorbs water and has friction, and does not emit the oppressive heat like asphalt pavement.This is really the most humane road. I love Guangxi Agricultural College because of this road. I still think that agricultural science is a kind of knowledge. Agricultural college contains the beautiful things in the world. In the hot afternoon, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a paradise on earth. Now, heaven is here. I passed the gate guard and the big iron gate, and entered Guangxi Agricultural College through the back door.I continued to ride, and there was a concrete path under my wheels, surrounded by mango trees, banyan trees, loquat trees, and eucalyptus trees. I walked through the vast campus to the faculty dormitory area, and stopped in front of a clump of green grass. I walked up to the fourth floor and knocked on a door. A woman wearing glasses welcomed me into the room. She was fair, quiet, and looked particularly educated, but her room was full of strong ink smell, and her back room was full of smoke. Holding a bulky Chinese typewriter, every time she typed a word, there was a sound of steel clashing. She was wearing a pair of dark blue sleeves with ink stains on them. head, and asked me if I was in a hurry. The scripts I edited were printed here.When I went downstairs, I heard the sound of iron colliding with iron, and the sound was heard all the way to the clump of grass where I put my bicycle. Now it seems that I don't hate this comedy so much. It is a fruit of my film career. It is bigger than a pumpkin and heavier than a winter melon. It is a cannonball for my job title. I realized the leap from being seconded to being officially transferred to the film studio.I almost forgot about this, it really shouldn't be!I will keep this in mind from now on. But I can't remember the name of this comedy anyway. Martial arts movies also confuse me. The author of the script was once a well-known writer in Nanning, and he was later transferred to Zhuying.His writing feels very good, and he knows that my writing feels good too. He casually gives me a beautiful name for his notebook. This got me very excited. I polished myself with a breath, and set myself ablaze with another breath.A ball of fire was rolling around the room, and that's what I was like. Words and phrases bubbled out and exploded above my head like fireworks, a spectacle in the dark.By one o'clock in the morning, there were fifty titles of this martial arts movie, and they were crookedly squeezed on a piece of paper. This makes me elated. (Lin Bai: I started publishing poetry at the age of 19, and then mainly wrote novels. Now I am engaged in freelance writing. My love and sex, my heartache, my madness, my yellow jacket and wooden earrings, my Beijing and Guangzhou, My lover, my rival in love, my flowers and wine, my Xiyuan and Mingyuan, my rascals, my three boats, my comedy and martial arts, all of these are lingering in the pale yellow film studio. in the gate.)