A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even in ten years; a villain’s revenge happens all day long. She was a villain, enjoying revenge all day long. She didn’t take revenge initially because she didn’t have the capability. Even though she beca a top-tier celebrity, her mainstream discourse power was limited.
She hadn’t studied much, dropping out of university in her sophomore year. Her reputation was poor, always surrounded by various absurd rumors. She never won any awards, and although she was very popular, this kind of popularity and attention was superficial.
Every year, tens of thousands of female artists flood into the entertainnt industry, and while she was still outstanding among them, others would flatter and praise her, but she understood that this flattery and praise were just because she was young and beautiful, not because she had any discourse power.
Although every word she said and everything she did might make headlines, such headlines were rely trivial conversations over tea and als, barely receiving any significant attention.
Now, she had won a Cannes Best Supporting Actress, watching herself
The more she mingled in this circle, the more she realized her mother was right back then: words are like swords, and public opinion can destroy a person. Public opinion can truly kill soone.
But how could she stir up public opinion, expose the Xia Family’s affairs, and give her mother justice? The best way was through literature and film and television works.
Just like in ancient tis, at the ntion of Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian, everyone’s mind conjures an image of a dwarf and a famous adulteress. Who would have thought that the real Wu Dalang was tall, handso, and robust, and Pan Jinlian was a virtuous wife praised by everyone locally? It was only because soone held a grudge against them, deliberately made up stories to slander them, which later got written into novels, making them eternally reviled. Even though Shi Nai’an later learned the truth and apologized, the image couldn’t be restored.
She wanted to write her mother’s story into a script, and it wasn’t to slander anyone. Right or wrong justice lies in people’s words; she just wanted to write down the cause and effect.
However, completing a good story requires skill, not sothing she could write by just clapping her hands.
She had to think carefully, think carefully.
Xia Siyu bit her thumbnail, and Bo Yan knew right away she was thinking. In fact, over the years, there had been quite a few films and shows turning parents’ stories into scripts. So were directly written as a person’s growth journey based on parents. So directly traveled back to the era of parents, re-encountering the unfamiliar youthful parents, reinforcing their image.
The story was there, but how to approach it depended on skill.
This, even if Xia Siyu studied for several more years, perhaps she still couldn’t create it.
"It’s okay, take your ti to think. If you genuinely want to write, you can start with a moir, writing down the general narrative you wish to express. Or you can slowly recall, narrate it, and let others formulate the record. As for the scripting part, you can let the scriptwriting team handle it."
He now had a team of screenwriters, accumulated from writing scripts over the past few years. They had already used it for the "Sunrise" movie before, and it worked well together.
A person’s talent is ultimately limited, while a team of screenwriters can brainstorm, providing new ideas and inspiration. What one person can’t think of, others will help to fill in.
Xia Siyu nodded. Perhaps having figured it out, she exhaled deeply, extended her arms toward him: "I want you to hold while I sleep."
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