Guo Baochang , known as Baoye , this year, he was sold into a wealthy family since childhood. He has experienced many vicissitudes of life, and has learned all the love of the world and has known many strange people and strange things.
Baoye is a director, an old senior with profound skills. He directed more than 30 film and television dramas. The "The Mansion" has led generations of audiences to chase after 20 years. In 2020, he won the 29th Huading Award Lifetime Achievement Award.
Baoye is a writer. The script of "The House" was created by him based on family stories. It is a wonderful writing that describes the vicissitudes of the world and the various aspects of life.
Baoye is a fan of the movie. He has been obsessed with the opera since he was five years old. He has been obsessed with for more than 70 years and has been studying it for a lifetime. In 2017, he and Li Zhuoqun directed the Peking Opera "The Mansion Gate" was toured nationwide, and it is hard to get a ticket.
"All Big Roles", written by Guo Baochang, published by Sanlian Bookstore
Believe it or not
article | Guo Baochang
person lives in seventy years. That's right. If you can live to this age, you will make a profit if you live to the age of 80. As for living to more than ninety, you will make a lot of money. As long as you don’t cause trouble for others, you can make a living and earn a day. When people get old, they love to remember the past. Because talking about the future, ideal, future, and destiny is not so reasonable. But remembering the past, you need to have the capital. A bunch of old guys get together. Those who can talk about it must be those who have suffered, been punished, suffered, and experienced ups and downs. Many people who have been through life are envious of me. Many old friends point at me and say, "You kid is really not in vain. You live a colorful and colorful life, and you can catch up with everything." Don’t get me wrong. You have caught up with everything. It’s not a good thing. You have caught up with everything that is bitter, sin and difficulties. You have lived a rich and colorful life. You have caught up with everything that is strange, but you have lived a strange life. Those who have lived smoothly all their lives, when they are old, they look back and see that there is nothing to say in their seventies or eighty years of life. They are too general and feel very boring. But if you really want to make him richer and colorful, he really doesn't do it. He would rather live a peaceful life. Suffering is a kind of wealth, and suffering is a kind of wealth at the cost of life.
destined to be destined to be
, and this is right or wrong. I talked to Master Yiming, and he said, "Human destiny is destined by heaven." Just like when doing things, you must first have a plan. Destiny is the plan set by heaven for you, but in the process of implementation, subjective and objective factors will change your plan. So you can't be serious. This may be sophistry. In the 1940s and 1950s, there was a very famous master of fate in the south city of Beijing, who was a blind man. At that time, we all called this kind of people "good-taking", some living, some wandering, and some big-name households who booked monthly payments. After 1958, it seems that they were all banned. It seems that Nancheng is on Li Tieguaixie Street, or Yangmeizhuxie Street? I can't remember it, it's a slanted street anyway. There is a Zhejiang native who opened a library named Li Yangming. This name makes me think he should be from Yuyao. It is the hometown of Ming Dynasty Master of Heart Learning Wang Yangming . Did you intend to use the name of a master to cheat? Who knows. The second aunt in our house, "Gen Radish", graduated from the Whampoa Military Academy, and has been in the military for half a lifetime. She does not believe in ghosts or gods, especially those who tell fortunes always sneer at fortune tellers. I heard everyone talk about Li Yangming so much that he decided to disturb him. If he talked nonsense, he would be humiliated, and he would be humiliated. He went and reported his "birth date". Mr. Li blinked his blind eyes and was stunned for five minutes. Gen Radish was impatient. What's wrong? explain! Mr. Li finally spoke: "Your 'bazi' is either you are joking with me, or you are a great nobleman." Gen Radish left without saying a word and left eight yuan (fortune telling "criticizing bazi" at a time). He reported the eight characters of Commander-in-Chief Zhu De, the founding marshal of the Republic. Of course, Gen Radish was still dissatisfied later. He said it was nothing special. These fortune tellers had long memorized the "eight characters" of Chinese celebrities. In the summer of 1956, I vaguely learned some of the mysteries of my life experience. In this regard, my mother was very strict with me. No one would tell me that I placed my hope of deciphering it on Mr. Li Yangming. Without telling it, she secretly ran to Li Tieguaixie Street to do a fortune telling.He charges several levels: if you ask about a specific thing, you can draw lots to solve it, and you can draw three yuan in one lottery; look at the eight characters and talk about the eight characters; calculate the year, that is, you can carefully calculate your fortune every year of your life, twenty yuan. The charging standard was super high at that time, and people with average income could not count. Mr. Li’s life hall is a very exquisite small courtyard with flowers and trees in the courtyard. Flowers and pots of large and small are neatly placed on the corridor, and flowers of all kinds are competing for beauty. The eaves of the corridor are full of various plaques, which really surprised me. They are all praises of celebrities’ inscriptions. What are the "Zhuge Master of the Times", "Great National Master" and "Soul of the World", among them are the plaques given by Presidents of the Republic of China Xu Shichang and Li Yuanhong , as well as many cultural celebrities and famous pear garden celebrities such as Li Wanchun and Xun Huisheng , which all confirm that this blind Li is not an ordinary person. There is a coal stove next to the door of the east wing, and a woman in her forties is making soup in a small casserole. I have heard that it is Mr. Li’s wife, a very quiet and elegant woman. Seeing that I was coming, I hurriedly let me into the east wing. Mr. Li sat upright on a chair next to the desk. I sat opposite him. After a few greetings, I said, please ask Mr. to criticize the eight characters. After he asked me to report the eight characters, he lowered his head and meditated for a while, raised his head and said the first sentence: "Since my childhood, my parents died, it is best for my aunt to raise me." I almost didn't jump up, and no matter how accurate it was, I couldn't be that accurate. Even if he said that aunt, I wouldn't be so shocked, but he even said that she was "aunt". I sold it to the Guo family at the age of two. I always called my mother an aunt, and it was absolutely wrong to both parents die. I hurriedly shouted, "Stop, wait, wait, don't say it." He asked what's wrong? I immediately remembered what Gen Radish said. Mr. Li had known my horoscope for a long time. I believe that my mother must have come here to tell my fortune for me, and told Blind Li in advance that if this person comes to tell fortune, he would say whatever he should say. This is a premeditated plan. I expressed my suspicion without any concealment. Mr. Li was not annoyed at all. He smiled and said, "Young man, you are not a fortune teller. I know very well that your generation of young people do not believe in fate. They have received education from the new society since childhood. You just want to take the exam. There are so many people tell fortunes every day. I need to know your background and remember their horoscopes. I have really become a god. Is this good? If you are willing to listen, I will continue to say that if you say it right, we will make friends. If you say it wrong, I won't take any penny. You can go your way, okay?" I had nothing to say, so I had to say that you were too accurate. I dare not believe it. You continued. He spoke in the Zhejiang local Mandarin , and said with a slight voice, "You changed your surname twice after you were born, and you only got your home when you were two years old (yes, I was sold to Xuanhua first, and then I was sold to the Guo family at the age of two). My aunt was raised, and she was lucky at the age of twelve, and she entered a wealthy family with no worries about food and clothing (yes, I entered the big mansion at the age of twelve). What scares me the most is the following words: You are sixteen years old this year, the red phoenix star shines on your life, you are in trouble with the luck of love and have a woman. What does this mean? I did have a girlfriend just now. Within less than a month, no one knew about it. I secretly and secretly did not dare to tell anyone, nor did I dare to let my family know, let alone tell my mother. Mr. Li knocked me out of the stick, and my heart beat faster. I listened honestly and I only chose the important ones. "I will be lucky when I was twenty-four years old and I will be in prison." Go to jail? I didn’t believe it if I was beaten to death (but in 1964, at the age of 24, I became a "counter-revolutionary" member and joined the labor reform team)! "At the age of twenty-six, my family is in poverty, I have no ancestral property to inherit, and no brothers to help." I don't believe it, my family is rich, how could I have no ancestral property to inherit (but the "Cultural Revolution" in 1966 really make me poor)? "I will be lucky at the age of 38, and I will have whatever I want." (I was rehabilitated at the age of 39, and made my debut film "The Mist of Goddess Peak") "I will be successful in my career, make a lot of money, and I will never be able to achieve the goal you want to achieve." (It's because I am too ambitious and unable to reach the goal) "At the age of 60, I will be fame and fortune, and my career is at the peak." (I filmed the TV series "The Mansion" this year) Then I will count down until I have lost my luck at the age of 64, and I can't calculate it.I asked what it means to not count? Mr. Li said that your life span is gone. So, I only lived until I was 64 years old and then finished playing. Mr. Li said it may not be certain. Sixty-four years old is your big hurdle. You have to be able to survive, but if you are over 80, you can't survive and die.
I won’t talk about it before the age of sixteen. Mr. Li was extremely accurate in his calculations, and things in the past could not deceive people. What I never dreamed of was that he told him so accurately for the next few decades. When I was 64 years old, I was tired of living. I was afraid of the house collapse when I sat in the house and was afraid of the car crashing when I went out. I lived carefully. When I was 65 years old, I still didn't escape a major disaster when I was filming the TV series "Pink Kings and Princess". Once I was seriously ill, I almost killed me. Finally, I survived with a greasy feeling and didn't die! Can you predict the future? Now that he is 80 years old, he is still alive, and it is almost time to prepare for his funeral. When life is at its end, there is nothing to say. I asked another question, asking whether my parents were both dead? I doubt. He said he couldn't tell the horoscope, so he asked me to draw a lottery, and just count one thing, and draw a lottery of 30 cents. I picked up the sign and shook it seven or eight times, and finally a sign popped up with a line of small words engraved on it. He asked me to read it to him, "Gen is the water and the kan is the mountain." Mr. Li thought for a moment and said, "My parents are still there, so I asked if I can meet you?" He said yes, it will take seven or eight years later. Sure enough, eight years later, in 1964, I learned from my third aunt that my biological mother was still alive, in my hometown of Xushui County. I was already called a "counter-revolutionary" at that time and joined the labor reform team and could not see my mother. It was only eight years later that I met my biological mother like a detective novel. Believe it or not? Anyway, I believe it. That's how I came here. I firmly believe that I am a devout materialist, not believe in the heaven or ghosts and gods. I only believe in my own efforts, but for more than 60 years, I have never been able to get rid of the shadow of fate.
Liver pain
The creation process of the TV series "The House" was very bumpy, and the manuscript was destroyed four times. There are many rumors and are depicted in various ways on the Internet. In particular, many articles mention the last substrate of the opening and subtitles of the TV series. A man kneels in front of the door of the mansion to apologize, saying that it is me. Because of his family's scandal, he apologizes to the people in the house clan. This substrate was specially created by the painter Mr. Ding Yi, and the others were created at will by Mr. Ding. I don’t need to apologize to the people in the house clan, and I can ask for it without any guilt. In any work that writes about characters, most of the characters have prototypes, but when it is a literary and artistic work, the characters in the work are disconnected from the prototype characters. I only confessed to my mother, and the kneeling only went to my mother. I'm glad I still have the courage to reflect. Introspection is actually selfish. I think that a confession can erase the guilt in my heart. In fact, it is impossible, but it is better than gritting my teeth and not pleading guilt, or covering up or whitewashing it. At least I will never make the same mistake again in the future. When I was writing the script of "The House", I always created it with such a heavy psychological burden. Because my mother once said that after her death, she did not want to leave any traces in the world, including words or images, and I did not respect my mother's orders, which is a great disobedience. When I was in the second grade of high school, I started writing "The Great Mansion" at the age of sixteen, which was a novel. At that time, I had never heard of the word "TV". At that time, I was full of my mind " Dream of Red Mansions ", "War and Peace", "Water Margin", and "Mon Cristo" and "The Book of Revenge". I think I could write such a novel, which is no worse than them. My mother found that I stayed up late to write every day, so how could I have so much homework to write? I asked me what I wrote about when I light the lamp and boil oil every day without sleeping all night? I said I had a lot of homework, and my mother thought I was very hardworking. But in my second year of high school, I failed five subjects and squads in class. My mother suspected that, so how could I squad in class after working hard? One day when I came home from school, my mother looked very bad and pointed to my novel manuscript and asked, "What are you writing?" I'll tell you a novel. My mother said, what are you writing? What a master, lady, girl holding a dog. I'm anxious, how can you peek at my stuff? The word "peeping" angered my mother, peeking? When a mother looks at her son's things, she calls her peek? I said you can't read without my permission. My mother became even more angry, so I won’t allow you to write. I asked what happened to writing a novel? My mother said, it’s not OK if you write nonsense, you burned it all. My mother never got angry at me, and I stopped saying a word.Unexpectedly, when I came back the next day, I found that the manuscript was gone. I didn’t see it if it was burned, but I stopped writing it. At that time, there was no creative idea, and in principle, I tended to criticize realism . In terms of writing, he advocates Cao Xueqin and Hugo , especially Dostoevsky. I was greatly influenced by Ibsen's " Doll House " and Cao Yu " Beijing People ". I wrote the old man as a representative of feudal forces, tyrannical, cruel, hooligan, villain, and wrote my mother as a victim of the feudal system. I was the image of a woman who was insulted and damaged. At that time, my mother was already the head of the house and was unwilling to touch on the history of the young man. She probably felt that it was disgraceful. Her family background, origin and status were very cruel in a family full of philistine forces. This incident formed a psychological huge burden in my later creations. This is a ruthless thing that my mother is very taboo and opposed, and it has also become a heart-wrenching problem for me. But the desire to create always prevents me from stopping. After I went to college, I started writing again because I told my mentor, Professor Tian Feng , a lot of stories about the house, and the teacher thought it was too good to write a movie script. So the second draft was written in a film literary script, which was written only in the academy, and was completely carrying my mother. At that time, my mind was full of class struggle, exposing the ugly exploitative nature of the bourgeoisie, and full of hostility. There is no such thing as the mother’s past in this draft. In fact, the contradictions in my heart are extremely complicated. I don’t want to and do not want to go against my mother’s fate. I have to face my mother’s inner feelings and avoid this storyline. I still feel relaxed and relieved. The movement came in 1964, and I became a "counter-revolutionary" and was ordered to hand over the manuscript of "The Great Mansion", which was finally implemented in my conviction crime, "setting a monument for the reactionary capitalists." When implementing the policy in 1979, I asked to return my manuscript. The personnel cadres searched through a sack of archive materials and said there was no. In 1970, I wrote the third draft in the cadre school, and secretly wrote in a flashlight in the quilt at night. I, who is still wearing the "counter-revolutionary" hat, write such things is a new crime. This draft is actually a collection of materials, writing all the materials into small stories, without even the order, and writing wherever you think of them, I almost wrote a thick notebook for more than a year. The movement is coming again, and I am being challenged again. Once the material is found, it is a crime. So I threw the notebook into the fire while it is unprepared. In 1973, it was not renamed to Guangxi, and it was subject to regulatory use. I don’t have the right to make a movie, so I started writing novels again. There is no need to do it secretly when you have a family. Every chapter you write secretly and pass it on to a few buddies. The long-standing resentment has long been exhausted, and the faith has been broken, full of sorrow and decay. A few friends read a chapter every month, and they were so excited that they couldn't wait to finish writing a chapter. But as long as I write about my mother, I always feel awkward, wanting to advance but retreat, and I feel guilty no matter how I write it. This heavy psychological burden seriously affects my creation, but I can't get rid of it. My mother's words always sounded in my ears: "I won't allow you to write nonsense."
The opening credits of the TV series "The Mansion"
Until 1980, she wrote more than 100,000 words, and divorced after a year of separation from her wife. When I split up in court, I didn't want anything, I left the house with nothing, just the novel manuscript, and my ex-wife said she had burned it. How many years have you been from the age of sixteen to forty? Twenty-four years. I wrote four drafts, but I didn't leave a single word. I was discouraged and completely lost my passion. Let it go first. Due to the rehabilitation and restoration of work, I wanted to take back the lost time. From 1976 to 1995, I did not have a day off. I made eight movies, fifteen TV series, and wrote eight TV movie scripts in all holidays and Sundays. In 1995, he reached the peak of his creation and the best creative state was decided to calm down and eliminate all interference and write "The Great Mansion" seriously.It is estimated that I will have to write for ten months. For these ten months, I have been preparing for three years. Since 1990, I have left the system and worked alone. I have written "The Mansion" for ten months. I don't do other work. What are you going to eat? So in three years, I filmed four scenes and received a reward of 200,000 yuan, so I could not worry about food and drink before I could write steadily. After the Spring Festival in 1995, I started writing "The Great Mansion". I get up at seven o'clock every day and sit at my desk on time to write the script. I go to bed on time at twelve o'clock at night, do not participate in any social activities, do not meet any relatives and friends, fill the refrigerator with various cooked food, and cook a large pot of boiling water. I persisted for four and a half months and completed the 52-episode script "The Mansion Gate" (later changed to forty episodes). At that time, all the units were given up on housing distribution, grading, salary increase, and CPPCC . At this time, my mother had passed away in 1978. There should be no obstacles in writing, and it shouldn't be any concerns. When the 30th episode began to write about the appearance of the character Li Xiangxiu, I muttered in my heart that my mother's anger was vivid in my mind, and the prototype of this character was my mother. So I carefully read every word, every move, every word, every move, and I must not let my mother pick out any problems. I put my nostalgia, admiration and deep love for my mother on this character. Later, someone commented on the Internet that because the character Li Xiangxiu is written about the author's adoptive mother, it is shaped very perfectly. This is right. This is one of the main lines of the whole storyline. In front of it, there are a series of female characters such as Second Grandma, Huang Chun, Bai Yuting, Yang Jiuhong , competing for beauty. Therefore, it is extremely difficult to create the character of Xiangxiu , at least it must be comparable to the female characters in the previous ones. I put in a lot of effort on every detail. The more I write, the more excited I get, the more excited I get. When I wrote the 40th episode (formerly episode 52) of Qi Ye and Xiang Xiu fell in love, I was really satisfied and proud.
When Aunt (Mother) When I was young, I felt relieved as soon as I finished writing this scene. Finally, I completed the most difficult and frightening scene so wonderfully. I threw my pen on the table, straightened my waist and leaned on the back of the chair, and let out a long breath. At this moment, there was a sudden stinging pain under my right rib. I hurriedly held it with my hands, thinking that it would be fine just rubbing, but it didn't work. It hurts heartily, as if it was a liver pain. I wanted to stand up and move. I stood up and the pain was even worse, and I was sweating all over my body. Maybe it will be better if you lie down? I pressed the pain with my fist, struggled to the edge of the bed, and lay on the bed. It was useless. The pain made me sweat and my clothes were soaked. I rolled on the bed a few times, and it was already in unbearable pain. I thought it was a bad idea, there must be something big, so I have to go to the hospital. At that time, I didn’t have a cell phone, so I barely reached the landline on the bedside table and called a driver who I had chartered for many years. He was the person I trusted and closest to in Beijing at that time. After it was opened, I had no strength to speak anymore, so I just said, Xiao Xu, I can't do it anymore, so I let go and threw away the phone. I suddenly remembered that my door was locked from the inside, and even if someone came, I could not enter the door. I leaned against the wall and rubbed to the door, opened the door, struggled to return to the bed, couldn't get on the bed, and sat on the ground exhausted. At that time, I had only one thought in my mind, and the death date was coming. In just over ten minutes, Master Xu came and was stunned. I said to go to the hospital. Master Xiao Xu said, it’s okay to go to the hospital, but I have to call someone, Director Guo, I can’t take this responsibility now. I see. If there is a three-length and two-length shortcoming, and there is no one who can even witness it, no one wants to bear this thunder. But I have no relatives except my wife who is still working in Shenzhen. His son is far away in Africa, so Master Xu had to call to find two distant relatives who were not close to each other. There is another person who is the script consultant of "The Great Mansion". The so-called consultant. I specially hired three people to get together every Sunday to read the script I just finished writing, and listen to me talk about the details of the two episodes, and then talk about my thoughts. Is it good to watch? Wonderful or not? There is no good look at any scene, but the first feeling is crucial to me. Mr. Wang has been with me for five years. He is very talented and has extensive knowledge and knowledge, but his writing is not effective, but he has extremely high appreciation ability.He retired and lived a difficult life. He followed me to film two scenes on the film crew and received a reward. He talked about "The Great Mansion" when he had nothing to do. Especially my attitude towards my mother, I have told him that I have repeatedly studied how to write Li Xiangxiu's line. He said it was no problem. If he wrote this, even if the old lady was alive, she would not object and would be happy. Since writing the script, I have met Mr. Wang once a Sunday, and it has been more than ten times. He and I have been closest to each other in recent years, so Master Xu was the first to think of him. After a while, all three of them came. When I saw my appearance, I felt that the problem was serious and discussed which hospital to send to, whether there were any acquaintances or back doors. As soon as I saw Mr. Wang, I suddenly woke up. They were about to lift me downstairs, but I suddenly waved my hand and told them not to move. I told Mr. Wang, just finished writing a chapter and you go and take a look. Mr. Wang hurriedly walked to the desk to look. A friend helped me cook a pot of millet porridge. How could I eat it? At that time, I was gritting my teeth and waiting to die. Mr. Wang is a very smart person. After reading the script, he walked up to me and said, "I understand, Master Bao, delete this chapter. This is not called writing, otherwise I will delete the entire line." I also understood, and said okay, let me ignore me. You all leave, everyone was stunned. How could this work? Go to the hospital! No matter how they say it, they are uneasy to leave. I was anxious and shouted with all my last strength: "Let's go! Go!" Everyone was scared. Mr. Wang understood, let’s go, and ask Mr. Bao to think about it carefully. Before leaving, I repeatedly told me to contact me at any time and if I need to call me, come over immediately and don’t lock the door. All left. I got up with difficulty, opened the cabinet, took out a photo of my mother when she was young from the album and placed it on the head of the bed. I sat cross-legged towards the photo, and used a teacup to press my pain to chat with my mother: "Mom, you want my life. What's wrong? Don't you ask me to write it, right? I'm not writing this passage well? I wrote you so well and beautifully, why don't you ask me to write it? Did I smear you? Didn't you just want my life? Okay. I will follow you today. Let's meet in heaven, I hope I can see you again. I also told you that I just wrote it like this. Why? I won't delete it. What? I will give it to you, I won't delete it! I won't delete it!" I shouted angrily. It's incredible, it doesn't hurt anymore. I was so stupid that it didn't hurt anymore. I put down the teacup and touched the pain point just now, as if nothing had happened. The phone rang, and it was Mr. Wang who asked how it was? I said it's okay. Mr. Wang didn’t understand, what does it mean when he is okay? It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. What does it mean to stop hurting? Mr. Wang still didn't understand. I said I invited the old lady's photo, and I chatted with my mother for a while and acted cutely. The old lady spared me. Mr. Wang said, I understand, haha. I ate all the pot of millet porridge, sat at the table and wrote until twelve o'clock. From then on, such a disease never happened again in twenty-five years. Superstition? Every year during the Qingming Festival, I have to chat with my mother for a while. The first content of the chat is fixed on the "Gate of the Mansion". I confess to my mother and ask my mother to forgive me. So there was a picture of the scene of kneeling for a long time on the TV.
Author: Guo Baochang
Editor: Zhou Yiqian
