A script that longs for the author's death

Everyone: I'm a writer. (Repeat three times)

Writer: I am a writer.

Author Liu, male, without party affiliation.

Writer: So far, I have created more than 30 works of different categories.

Rebecca: He chose this kind of life because he thinks that writers can create all kinds of characters.

Writer: At the same time, every time the critic mentions me, he never forgets to add "He has almost no nonsense".

Rebecca: Several top critics take turns to preface and sign his new book.

Writer: My works are absolutely clean and dirty, and must not appear in my works.

Rebecca: He protested being named a children's writer, but he didn't refuse the children's literature prize awarded by a certain education commission.

Writer: My works have been translated into several languages, all over the world and at all levels.

Rebecca: He is famous because a certain work has been adapted into hundreds of TV series.

Fan A: Can you sign it for me?

Rebecca: When he was in middle school, he was punished for fighting in a group. His first girlfriend in college later became his mistress. He claimed that he wouldn't cry when he was born, and no matter how big the wind and rain, he could laugh at life.

Fan B: Which work are you most satisfied with?

Writer: Next.

Yan: When he is nervous and at a loss, he will play with a lighter to cover it up.

Fan D: I like your work very much. Would you please write more?

Writer: OK, I will work hard for my motherland for another 50 years!

Yan: Now, it's time for you to come!

Fan E: Ah, someone! Not good! He's ... He's dead!

Writer: Where is this?

Yan: Well, I don't know how to tell you. After I told them many times, they immediately fainted. I have to wait another hour before I start working. How is your psychological endurance?

Writer: You have something to say. Curiosity is not a problem for me.

Yan: Happy, then I will satisfy your curiosity now. This is the famous hell!

Writer: Hell? !

Yan: In other words, I am-Yan!

(The author fainted)

Yan: Hey … you said you were fine! I don't understand. I am Yan, I am not a ghost. It's me now. You said I wasn't afraid. What are you afraid of? If you feel weak, here is another chair. (The writer pulls up a chair) Are you better?

Writer: I'm … well … much better!

Yan: Then let's start now. Time is limited. Are you ... the writer Liu?

Writer: Just call me a writer. When I mention a writer, everyone knows it's me!

Yan: People like you say so. First, I decided that we should say hello to you. You died of a heart attack.

Writer: Heart disease? No way! I have never asked this question!

Yan: You are not in charge, I am in charge! Besides, you trust the doctor of physical examination so much!

Writer: Then why didn't they come and why did I come? Why is it not my turn? I just lack sleep, not lack!

Yan: Unfortunately, it's not for you to decide. It's me who makes the decision!

Writer: Then you can't just grab a good citizen and go to hell?

Yan: You misunderstood, writer, misunderstood. I think it is necessary to clarify that this is hell. This is not hell. Hell has moved to earth! I saved you from hot water, so you should not blame me!

Writer: I would rather soak in hot water!

Yan: Hum … Writer, it's not up to you!

Writer: No, no! My passion for art has not gone out! My pursuit of creation is not cold! The role I want to shape has not yet taken shape! I will die unsatisfied!

Yan: I just died again. Why do you miss your old life so much? In fact, I think you will be interested in what I have to say next. Although all the work of blowing up children to do coolies has been moved to the world, there are still six divisions to be taken care of in the wheel of causality. You shape the role and I shape the afterlife! Um ... What are you going to do in your next life? Cuttlefish, rabbits or ...

Screenwriter: Yan ... Yan's adult, you must be joking!

Yan: I have all the evidence. What you say about fairness and justice is an excuse. I only believe that the mirror hangs high!

Writer: According to this logic, I may be a big official in my next life!

Yan: Well, it is indeed possible. Alas, if the writer is reborn as an official, how many people are left for you to manage?

Writer: I repeat, writers should not add "children"!

Yan: Oh? You mean, you are unique?

Writer: Of course, if you hadn't given me a heart attack so early, my spiritual wealth would be unprecedented. Alas, at present, I am well deserved!

Yan: Hey, you might as well mention some of your most proud works.

Writer: Well, take that revolutionary historical novel for example. The hero is a reactionary householder and the heroine is a servant girl. ...

Yan: Ah, then two people fell in love!

Writer: Don't think that I only have stereotypes in my mind. Ah, let's look at the typical character of the servant girl first. Have you ever seen such a servant girl? He dared to take the chair away when people were not paying attention and fell down.

Yan: This is the first time I've heard of it. Hey, can there be such a servant girl in those days? Your theory seems to say that this typical personality should match this typical environment.

Writer: The meaning of drunkenness is not in the bar? This is just the beginning of subversion!

Maid: Ah! (pulls out pistol)

Host: What? ! What? ! So you are ...

Maid: Yes, I am. ...

Host: No, I'm not …

Maid: I am. ...

Host: No, you obviously are. ...

Maid: I … no … yes.

Host: Why? ...

Maid: Sorry ... I have to. ...

Master: For so many years, no one knows who I am. I just ...

(Photographed by the maid)

Master: Ah, I'm dead. ...

Maid: (holding ID card) What! Why didn't you tell me earlier? Wake up, comrade! Wake up, leader! Honey.

Author: This work mocked the revolutionary historical myth of ideological construction, and with the help of undercover, it became a business case, trampling on both business and politics. More importantly, people feel how sad misunderstanding and estrangement are! And what a pity it is to die! So it is pure art!

Rebecca: Interesting logic.

Author: Moreover, it transcends the previous art by subversion and fine imitation. For example, language and clothing can think of Thunderstorm. From the sentence "Ah, I'm dead!" Think of Shakespeare. At the same time, it involves a series of metaphysical problems such as signifier and signified identity. ..... Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't consider your artistic accomplishment.

Yan: Ha ha ha, ok!

Author: I am proud that the first person participated in this historical narrative in real life. Oh! That's him! He is not only my intellectual work, but also the narrator of all my works. His existence ...

Yan: Build a civilized world that belongs to you completely.

Author: Ha! Ha! Not bad at all! You are so professional! This is because his existence has played a greater role in the works that reflect the current real life. Rogues, pimps and ordinary citizens who have accomplished nothing are not showing off, but a true portrayal of my inner life.

Prostitute: Yo! Isn't this Master Zhao? You haven't been here for so long. Did you make a fortune in Shanghai? Tell me quickly!

Rogue: Money is tight these two days! Isn't this a tribute to you? What do you think I did to you?

Procuress: Yo, grandpa! Look at what you said, you didn't give me this place. The girl just arrived a few days ago. Really face to face, figure to figure, beauty is not to mention, but also as beautiful as flowers and jade. I don't know what you mean. ...

Rogue: You can't go wrong with what you like. Can I still not believe you?

Procuress: Hey! All right! Girls, don't wait!

Migrant workers: Is anyone still in charge? I waited for a long time without even saying hello!

Prostitute: Hey, this is your first time, sir. I don't know if you want to listen to music or ...

Migrant workers: Cut the crap! Bring me your most beautiful one.

Prostitute: Don't worry! If our Qianhonglou ranks second in this city, then no one dares to count first! I just don't know how much you can afford.

Migrant workers: this ... this ... don't worry, I have no money at all!

Rogue: You're finished! I'm still polite here. What are you doing here? You are a rogue, and I am a rogue.

Migrant workers: well, your boy robbed me of my new salary! What a narrow road!

Hades: Ah ... Sorry to interrupt! I think this scene is more like an ancient brothel. Look at the words in the mouth of the procuress. It's simply ...

Writer: brothels ... brothels are no different from ancient times!

Yan: There is no difference between ancient and modern times? But according to my observation, brothels are not like this. Ahem, please forgive me for showing off my qualifications here. After all, I've been around for thousands of years. Know a lot about this, too. Ahem.

Writer: This ... old ... old ... pimp has an ancient soul.

Yan: An ancient soul?

Writer: Art is always greater than life! Artistic truth is always greater than real life, especially the real life at your fingertips. Oh! Besides art, who can guarantee the absolute right to speak?

Yan: Alas! Is it a big challenge for someone like you to write characters like hooligans?

Writer: That's not true! I have my own life.

Yan: Oh … I see! Alas! I heard that you also write romance novels?

Writer: It is a well-known fact that the so-called predecessors have written about love. Our younger generation can only find a way out under the influence of communication. But for me, it's not difficult. ..... Take "teacher-student relationship" as an example:

Student: Teacher!

Teacher: What's the matter now?

Student: Actually ... I admire you ... for a long time!

Teacher: What? You said you ... worshipped me for a long time? This ..... this how line? How can students fall in love with teachers?

Student: Teacher, there is nothing wrong with this, nothing wrong with it!

Teacher: You are still young! You should concentrate on your studies, you know?

Student: Teacher, but I can't concentrate on my study! You occupy my whole mind and my whole heart. How can I concentrate on my studies?

Teacher: Alas! I don't know how to tell you! You can't like me anyway.

Student: Why, teacher? I know. I know you're worried. You have too many responsibilities, but it doesn't matter, I can wait, even if there is no result, I can wait, teacher, I am willing.

Teacher: It won't work!

Female student: Even if there is a glimmer of hope, I am willing to give my life!

Teacher: There is no hope at all! I ... I actually like men! (Teachers hug workers, students cry)

Writer: You see, I enliven the romance novel. It's called turning stone into gold!

Migrant workers: I don't want to!

Writer: Who is talking?

Migrant workers: me.

Writer: Why are you here?

Migrant workers: Ah, jokes, how can I act for you when I'm not here?

Everyone: We can't show you how to play without you.

Writer: What is this? (to the king of hell)

Hades: Ghosts and Ghosts ..........

Maid: Look at me, look at me. I don't look like a brainless person. Who would shoot his lover with a pistol?

Master: I didn't talk nonsense with her there. I honestly gave her my documents. Will I fall into her hands?

Procuress: Have you ever seen a procuress like me? Have you ever seen a pimp dressed like me? Have you ever been to a brothel? Do you have a life? !

Writer: I didn't. ...

Rogue: Have a life? Have you ever seen a rogue who regards migrant workers as his robbery targets? !

Migrant workers: torturing me once doesn't count. Every book tortures me once. Is it your turn or owe you?

Teacher: Why did you break us up? This is revenge, isn't it?

Writer: revenge?

Female student: You retaliate against your first girlfriend and your university teacher, but why should we take on other people's business?

Maid: Besides, what should I do without orders from my superiors? ! Who is my superior? That's him! Master: I will order her to kill me? You are retarded!

Procuress: You said you didn't mean to set me up!

Rogue: You should meet and fight once! It's not over until you die!

Migrant workers: Now, you have to have an identity without an identity, and you have to have a character without a character. You don't even know what you look like. If it weren't for this dress, I don't even know who I am!

Teacher: We hit it off. I can give up everything for her and take her away!

Student: We are soul mates and vowed to grow old together, but you dragged him away from me and let him haunt a man all day!

Prostitute: Stop joking if you can!

Young master: it is counter-revolutionary to slander our regime!

Teacher: I used to like women, and I like women too, but I like a man!

Student: Why did you break us up?

Everyone: Why! Why! You have no humanity! Why! Why! You have no humanity!

Screenwriter: (stands up) That's enough! I wrote about you! I shaped you! Who are you talking to now? Are you talking to me? I asked you to kill him, but I let you know him before; And you were shot five times, but I let you sleep with him ten times before; And you, you like to be exactly like others. What's your value? Have you ever seen such a fearless procuress?

And you have loved women for so many years, let you taste the taste of men! I despise you! She is so old-fashioned, and you still like her! You! She killed him, so you became the leader? Why are you scolding me?

Cut the fucking crap.

Writer: You dare swear.

Rogue: Why shouldn't I swear? You're fucking sick.

Screenwriter: My characters don't swear.

Rogue: I don't care, I said, I said, damn it.

Writer: I wrote about you, not me.

Everyone: (in chorus) I am mine.

Writer: I wrote about you, and I shaped you. Now you say you are yours. How much effort did I put into designing your character? I didn't sleep a wink for two days and nights to prevent you from swearing. When I wrote about your death, I cried out with sadness and lost my voice. What are you saying now? Say you are yours! You are mine!

Rogue: Fuck you! (Pushing the writer to the ground. )

(Everyone revolves around the writer)

Everyone (alternating): I am an actor, and I play the role in your book.

I am a character. I play myself in your book.

Screenwriter: Actor? Role? Yourself? Ah ah! (kneeling)

Yan: Mr writer ... Mr writer.

Screenwriter (roar loud): I just want to create one that belongs to me! True! A unique role! ! ! ! I do wear a dazzling coat of fame and status, but my fundamental purpose is simple! When I was a child, I had a group fight, so I had you! (referring to rogue migrant workers pimps, three people stopped them). I talked about a failed love, so I had you! I hate being misunderstood and betrayed, and I hate parting from life and death, so I have you! I was deceived by the cruelty and utility of reality, so I had you! I spent my unforgettable life! To create an unforgettable and distorted self! But what I want to shape is forever! The only one! My role! A Every step is irreplaceable from birth to death! No one has ever been here! Is priceless! The best role!

Yan: Then I'll give you a chance. If you are reincarnated as the only, irreplaceable and unprecedented role you desire. Would you like to?

Writer: I do! If my death today is the only way for me to complete this role, if my reincarnation is the only way for me to complete this role (everyone is standing behind the screenwriter), (singing with the screenwriter) I am willing!

Writer: I am a ...

Everyone: I'm a writer. (Repeat three times)

Writer: I am a writer.

Author Liu, male, without party affiliation.

Writer: So far, I have created more than 30 works of different categories.

Rebecca: He chose this kind of life because he thinks that writers can create all kinds of characters.

Writer: But my passion for art has not died out! My pursuit of creation is not cold! The role I want to shape has not yet taken shape! I want to shape the best! The only one! Only belongs to me, an unprecedented role! If there is an afterlife, I would like to be my role! I will die unsatisfied!

Rebecca: Alas, why, for thousands of years, human beings have been writers. Why can't writers always understand that no matter how happy or unhappy, their own lives are the most valuable and priceless wealth, which is irreplaceable? You are a role you have never played before.