Red door

Chapter 34 Extra Story 4 If He Was the Male Number 8 of a Certain Drama

The movie in the movie pays tribute to the opening chapter of "The Quiet River Don". The original book describes the story of a Cossack warrior who brought back a Turkish woman after the Russo-Turkish War and married and had children with her. This Cossack is a good soldier. Turkey Women are lonely, and the women in the village are jealous of her beautifully embroidered headscarf.The husband and wife lived a life almost isolated from the outside world. When the sunset rose, he carried his wife to the hillside of Tatargang to watch the sunset. When the sunset was over, he brought his wife back.Some women in the village said she was extremely ugly, while others said she was extremely beautiful.It wasn't until a woman who couldn't help herself rushed in and lifted her veil that she was a very ordinary woman, thin and small, not a girl, and had given birth to a child.

There was rinderpest that year, and all the animals died. Because someone in the village said that the cow that saw her milking died first, someone framed her as a witch, and got a group of people to hold down the Cossack. Pulling the woman by the hair and dragging her out, while the woman screamed, the warrior drew out his saber and killed the fellow countryman. Amidst the blood and the cry of the baby, the novel has just begun.The movie also ends after this scene.

The movie adapted this passage, changing the background of the Cossack village unfamiliar to the audience with the unspeakable decade, and removing superficial confusing items such as witch trials, so that ignorance and barbarism are more straightforwardly revealed.

In addition to ensuring the integrity of the two story lines during filming, more emphasis was placed on the performance of the actors and staff. The second male lead based on Luo Ye modified the story to a brighter ending.The male number two performing picture-in-picture is the one who encourages others to hurt the protagonist and his wife.

Luo Ye said: "To be honest, after I watched the edit of the first story line, I hated the male number two to death."

He Yuan said narrowly: "The second male lead you played is also hated by people."

"So, in a sense? I deserve what I deserve?" Luo Ye laughed when he said it, "It's the TV series I acted in... I watched it from beginning to end, and I can't even look in the mirror when I wash my face and brush my teeth."

"The way to define a hero is not to describe how strong and powerful the hero is," He Yuan leaned beside him, and said, "This kind of description is already in the past tense. The height of a hero depends on the height of his opponent, and the description of great love Nor is the way to describe the perfection of love, great love is only born in the description of great heroic dreams."

Luo Ye said, "I don't really want great love."

"I really want it," He Yuan shrugged, and Luo Ye could feel his shoulder hitting his own, and he asked, "Don't you want to write a great love story?"

"Writing about great love?" Luo Ye sighed: "I'm not a long-lasting writer... What I've written so far are all things I've experienced and I've seen... I don't know if I can do this kind of thing, you knew……"

He Yuan sat up straight and said seriously, "I don't think a newborn child can write."

"Of course a newborn child can't write, he doesn't understand language."

He Yuan looked at him inexplicably: "The things we describe are all what we have seen, and they are essentially our memories and the memories of our predecessors. What you are doing is what any author is doing. Why do you have such a problem?" Confused, if you don't write what's in your head, who cares?"

Luo Ye stared at him blankly, He Yuan kicked away a stone that made him not know how to deal with it lightly. After he kicked it away, he said nonchalantly, "What is this? Are you kidding me?"

He smiled softly: "Then I'm going to write about a writer, a writer and his muse, they meet in the most unlikely way, no one knows their future just like no one knows their past, their love, Their tears. But the writer is writing for his muse.

and……"

"And this muse also tried his best to respond and encourage his writers. Their lives are entangled. One lives and the other dies." He Yuan looked at him with bright eyes, "I want a tragedy...not Tragedy, nothing makes sense."

They can read each other's heartbeats.

They sat together, Luo Ye gently held He Yuan's hand, He Yuan turned his head and made a face at him, leaned closer and asked, "What if I am the muse in your work?"

"You already are."

"No, I mean, what if I were the muse in your tragedy?"

Luo Ye watched the changes in the movie screen and thought for a while, then said, "Then you are my Melpomene wearing a mask."

He said again: "But..."

"But what?" He Yuan blinked, "It shouldn't be tempting."

"But... I should be alert to this dream, alert, alert to this dream like a fireman alerts to a fire, because I know you will always be by my side."

As he spoke, he took out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, wrote two words on the palm of his hand, and explained to He Yuan, "I've thought of a name."

He Yuan leaned over to look, it was the 'Red Gate'.