This star is a bit cold

Chapter 1 This Man Is Not So Cold

"Uncle."

"Ok?"

"Is life always this painful? Or is it only when I was a child?"

"How the hell do I know that, you are old enough to learn to think independently."

"Huh? Shouldn't you have said 'always'?"

"Why do I say this? Oh, are you peeking at the script I wrote again? You won't have a long memory if you don't clean it up, will you?"

"Because it's exciting."

On a winter night, under the neon lights on the side of the road, two people, one big and one small, were squatting there. The older man was wearing a black overcoat of a somewhat outdated style, with a light-colored shirt inside, and his pants and shoes looked still. It's fashionable, but they seem to have the potential to enter the recycling bin after some experience.

Just looking at his face, the man doesn't seem to be very old. However, the messy beard that hasn't been tidied up for a long time casts a layer of fog on the man's age. With the delicate facial features and graceful facial contours, it doesn't look too boring.

The young girl's outfit looks unusual, although it looks a bit lost its original brilliance because of being washed several times, but as long as anyone who knows the goods at random can tell at a glance that the girl's body is almost full of big names , there are two types that are no longer available on the market.

As for the face, it is even more tidy. Although no makeup is applied, the face is a little immature, but just a casual glance, the brilliance on that face can occupy people's full attention, and then refresh people's mind. The definition of beauty.

The thin snow continued to fall slowly, and the soft lights showed the outlines of different snowflakes again and again, and the two people, one big and one small, were also talking without saying a word.

"Uncle, since you wrote the script, why don't you try to shoot it?" The squatting girl supported her head with one hand, then looked sideways at Ye Che, who was biting his cigarette butt bored, and said, "I have a hunch , This kind of film will definitely have a great market in the West! Even in China, there will definitely be many people who will buy it!"

"My fart money?" Ye Che rolled his eyes speechlessly, "The little money you earn from part-time work is not enough for you to eat, and you still go to make movies."

"Huh?! Your appetite is twice as much as mine, okay?" Su Mo, who felt that he had been wronged, protested with some dissatisfaction: "And uncle, you have to go to restaurants every now and then. It's no wonder that the money is not spent quickly."

"Why should I go to a restaurant?" Hearing what Su Mo said, Ye Che sighed sadly. "Before I met you, I never imagined that someone could cook so badly."

"I just learned it not long ago! Is it understandable that the cooking is slightly unpalatable?"

"Isn't that just a little bad for you?!"

He rolled his eyes at Su Mo again, feeling sad again, Ye Che stretched out his hand to hold the cigarette in his mouth, and then exhaled a deep breath of white air into the air.

Of course, this white gas is simply because the weather is relatively cold, and has nothing to do with tobacco.

After all, Ye Che doesn't like smoking, he can even say he hates it, the cigarette on his mouth is just a decoration.

As for the reason why you don't like it but still hold it, probably, it's because the more annoying something is, the easier it is for Ye Che to feel sober?

Ye Che, who put the cigarette back into his mouth again, looked up at the sky.

Speaking of which, as a serious traveler, he has been in this world for almost a year.

As a result, I have been so mixed up that I can't eat and have to go to sing and sing.
Speaking of which, Ye Che is not a waste. After all, in his previous life, as a middle-aged old man who was a literary artist, he had read countless works, and he had a little bit of a brush in many fields. Those things are even more clear, and those things in memory are all absent in this familiar and strange world.

As for why carrying such a huge treasury and making such a mess, it's easy to say, it's nothing more than being too lazy to do any more art.

Even when he first transmigrated, Ye Che, dragging this new body, was still planning to find a place to die just like in his previous life, but because of some things happened and his mentality changed in time, those bad thoughts were always was thrown into the trash.

And up to now, Ye Che no longer thinks about death, and finally kindled some determination to live out the rest of the day.

And once a person wants to continue to live, the first thing in front of him is the problem of survival.

Although all kinds of social welfare in Huaxia in this world are quite good, and people's pressure is not that great, but for a person like Ye Che who only thinks about it, he will go to work, of course, life is tight, and the expenses are a little When I grow up, it will be like today, and I can't even afford to buy a bowl of noodles.

By the way, Ye Che did not inherit the memory of the original owner, but roughly obtained a little information about the original owner from the surrounding living environment. Speaking of which, this guy not only looks similar to Ye Che, but also has a lot in common in his life experience. place.

It doesn't matter if you don't have a father or a mother, the point is, they are all fucking poor!

Hey!
And since he couldn't eat his original body, Ye Che was naturally ready to think of other ways, and after so many days of thinking, Ye Che finally decided to engage in his old business, writing scripts as a screenwriter and submitting drafts even sell some songs
With such a big treasure house, no matter how you say it, you can make a big difference, and even say that you can realize some of your ideals and so on.
However, the script was newly written recently, and I haven't had time to run around the major film and television companies like a dog, and Ye Che doesn't plan to do this in this life, so let's just keep it in my own hands.

At present, the most likely way to get money is probably the novelist competition I just participated in a few days ago?

But after all, it's not long since the vote was made, so Ye Che's current living situation can't be changed for the time being.

It stands to reason that there should be an echo soon, right?

Shaking his head and not thinking about these bad things anymore, Ye Che sighed deeply and said, "Let's go later, the traffic is almost there, I hope at least I can get some money."

"Oh." Hearing this, the girl who seemed to have never passed expressed doubts again, "But uncle, can you really sing? Your broken guitar was bought from the second-hand market last month, and you can buy it. Haven’t seen you use it yet? Let me tell you, Uncle, you’d better sell your looks! It’s much more reliable than singing!”

"Bullshit, I'm a showman, not a person." Ye Che stretched out his hand and gave the delicate girl a headache, and said angrily: "It's you, hurry up and go home and confess to your rich father , and then cheat some money to help me, a poor man."

"I don't want it. It's impossible to go back. It's impossible to go back in this life." The girl who heard Ye Che said this shook her head like a breaking wave. Wouldn’t it be nice to inherit the family property? Besides, the old man’s health is not very good, and he still insists on marrying a young man, an old cow plowing new land, who will die sooner if he doesn’t die sooner?”

"You are still young and ignorant." Ye Che couldn't help but let out a long sigh when he heard this, and then educated him earnestly: "It doesn't matter whether you are a father or not, money is king! In case when you go back, your father will be your father." What should I do if I have been forced to sign a will after being emptied? You won’t get anything like this!”

"So that's how it is, Uncle!" Su Mo suddenly realized, "It's you!"

Not far from Ye Che, a passerby who seemed to be waiting for someone on the side of the road stopped lighting his cigarette, then looked at his companion with a slight trembling, and said in a low voice, "Although we are here Advise Miss to go back, but is this really all right?"

"How the hell do I know?" Lighting his own cigarette tremblingly, the man's companion said carefully, "Miss seems to have a crush on this man, why do we care about such crap?"

"That's right." Nodding, the man didn't take out the lighter again, but directly approached his companion with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Fuck! What are you doing?"

"Old partner, what's wrong with lighting a cigarette with mouth to mouth? No fuss."

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