I really don't want to be a novelist

Chapter 272
Seeing the message from screenwriter Shi,

Ji Zhuo fell into silence.

From Ji Zhuo's point of view, this is not letting him look at the first draft of the anime characters to give comments,
It's about his script.

After all... he hasn't written much of the script yet.Refers to a new document.

But the screenwriter Shi sent the file over immediately,

So Ji Zhuo reluctantly took a look.

The file is received.

turn on.

In the document, there are pictures of several key characters in "Hour Hand Leaps to Death",

One is the protagonist, and the other is also the protagonist.

"Hour Hand" adapted into anime,

The most important details of the character image are on the protagonist.

At different stages, the protagonist is forced by the strange countdown,
Nervous, mentally tense, sleepless all night, even the spirit and will are close to collapse, and the mood is almost crazy.

The character pictures of the protagonists are obviously the pictures of the protagonists in different stages.

The further back, the more creepy the protagonist's appearance looks, and when he saw it suddenly, he was a little creepy.

It fits the style of the novel "Hour Hand" which is scary and tense for a long time.

In addition, there are several images of the protagonist taking over the characters in the last case, as well as the image of the psychiatrist who appeared in the article.

The painting style is highly unified, and there are obviously some normal characters, but they look a little weird.
If you look closely, you can see that this is reflected in some details.

Ji Zhuo is not a professional either.

It can only be seen that... the animation department of Pioneer Film and Television should have spent a lot of thought on these few character pictures.

"Clumsy and uncommon: Look, it's pretty good, I don't have any comments.

Editor Shi: Thank you, Mr. Ji, for your evaluation. I will pass it on to the animation department.

Editor Shi: They should be very happy to get your approval, Mr. Ji.

Clumsy and Uncommon: Hmm..."

After chatting with Editor Shi, Ji Zhuo was really tired.

With difficulty getting up from the soft sofa, Ji Zhuo went back to the room and threw himself on the bed.

……

"...Master, can I talk to you?"

"Young man, are you recording?"

"Well, yes, sir."

"What is the recording for?"

"I just want to record some... It is the situation of some people who suddenly encounter accidents... If the uncle offends you, I will not record it."

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Fancheng, right now, Ye Linhan is in the oncology department of the city hospital in Fancheng.

After watching the story of the third chapter of "Star Dream", he wanted to make a new video about some thoughts on the third chapter.

He just thought that the story in the third chapter was actually the story of the girl's father, the girl's mother's husband, and their relatives after they left.

It is the story of life and death, so he wanted to make a video about life and death.

And the place where life and death are separated the most should be the hospital, right?
So at this moment, Ye Linhan took a portable video camera to the oncology department of the hospital.

It was already night, and there were not many people in the corridor on the inpatient floor of the oncology department.

The few people are also sitting with their heads down, and everyone is separated by a long distance.

Ye Linhan didn't know who to chat with, but finally he saw an old man sitting at the door of a ward,
The uncle was the only one who lingered on Ye Linhan for a while after seeing Ye Linhan. As for the others, most of them were immersed in their own affairs, kept silent, and did not pay much attention to Ye Linhan.

"...You want to shoot this, then you have found the right person."

Grandpa is an elderly man with gray hair, loose skin on his face, a little pale and covered with age spots,
Facing Ye Linhan, he also smiled.

"...Master, is your relative here?"

Ye Linhan sat next to the uncle, and asked cautiously.

The uncle shook his head.

"No."

"Then you..."

"I'm the one in the hospital here. Do you think I look okay here?"

The uncle was talking, and suddenly moved closer to Ye Linhan.

Listening to the old man's words, and then seeing the old man approaching his pale face with age spots,
Ye Linghan's face turned pale with fright.

"uncle……"

"Ha... I scared you. Don't worry, I'm still alive for the time being."

There was another smile on the uncle's face.

Ye Linhan's hands were trembling with fright, and he calmed down after listening to the old man's words.

The uncle turned his head and rolled up the loose shorts he was wearing.

I saw a bag of salt tied to the root of my uncle's thigh,

"look at this……"

The uncle moved the bag of salt mysteriously,
Ye Linhan saw that there was a deep hole where the bag of salt was covering it.
It looks like a fistula, which makes people a little hairy.

"Master, what is this?"

"Grandpa's kidneys are not good, left over from dialysis... I don't know if it will grow back."

The uncle was always smiling, and tied back the bag of salt that was pressing on the fistula.

"...Oh...Then uncle, you are not in the ward, why..."

Ye Linhan looked at the old man again, but saw that the old man was wearing his own clothes, not the hospital gown.

"I'm ready to go back, I'm home. My son and daughter went downstairs to go through the discharge procedures for me."

"Is the uncle cured?"

Hearing this, the uncle was stunned for a moment, then he still smiled, and said to Ye Linhan with a smile,

"Aren't you stupid, kid? They all came here, how many of them got cured and got out?"

"Then you..."

Ye Linghan was speechless.

"Going home... It's better to stay at home. My children want to treat us, so I say forget it."

"Let's come empty-handed and leave empty-handed, leaving some money for our children and grandchildren to live well."

The uncle said with a smile.

Ye Linhan, a bystander, didn't know what to say, so he could only give the uncle a thumbs up.
"Uncle can see."

"Hey, that's... like ours, they can get out of the hospital by themselves. But it's rare. Most of them are dragged out after being dead."

It seems that when you are old, you taboo against hospitals, but you don't taboo against death.

"...You said earlier that you were going to record a recording, but this one is not on the record. Tell the uncle, where is this going to be released. The uncle will tell my two children when the time comes, and when the uncle dies, let them want to watch it Go and see..."

The uncle came closer and asked Ye Linhan again,
Ye Linghan looked at the uncle, then at the camera in his hand, and nodded.

"Master, don't worry, it's all recorded. After I recorded it, I sent it to Brozhan. It's a video website. My account name is 'I am a mortal'."

"This video website? Why is it called this name...it's your name, okay, mortals, mortals, we are all mortals, mortals are going to live, grow old, get sick..."

"...Master...do you have anything else you want to tell me?"

"Young man... In this life, time is limited and counted... When it's gone, it's gone, and when it's over, it's over... A person has a head in this life, young man."

The uncle finally said to Ye Linhan,
There was an indescribable meaning in the words, Ye Linghan listened silently.

"Thank you sir, I will remember."

At last,
The uncle's sons and daughters have completed the discharge procedures and come up to pick up the uncle.

The uncle is always smiling, happy to go home.

No matter how crowded his children were, there was no smile on their faces.

When the uncle left, he waved his hand towards Ye Linhan.

Ye Linhan stood still and watched the old man go away, but he couldn't see him anymore, and stood there for a long time before turning around and walking away again.

Uncle's words made him uncomfortable,

Thinking about the story in "A Dream of the Stars", Ye Linhan felt even more uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)