wild star

Chapter 50 is really well written
Li Guang, an old idiot, wants the villain to sue first.Keeping Zhao Yanling steady, he told Mr. Wang that Zhao Yanling was dissatisfied with the script when he returned home, and instructed him to revise it, which made Mr. Wang's impression of him worse.Using this to retaliate, the method is too childish, is it really treating people like a stick?

In the small rented apartment, Fatty and Yu Wenxuan huddled together on the bed in the bedroom and snored loudly.

The computer desk in the living room and the small 5-watt desk lamp barely opened up the situation in the dark.There was a script on the table, and the paper was crumpled by Zhao Yanling.There is an English text next to it, which is a cheap product he picked up in the supermarket.

A gel pen in a transparent tube with one piece and five pieces, unconsciously drawing circles on the English text.Going around and around, big traps and small circles, and then fill in some black, a skull pattern with hollow eyes is formed.

Yu Wenxuan was greatly impressed by Li Guang's chicken soup, but asking him about the script is equivalent to asking Yu Blind.After living with the fat man for a period of time, I didn't learn anything else but became addicted to alcohol. I drank two glasses and spun the pillow.

Zhao Yanling had been sitting here for four or ten minutes, racking her brains and thinking hard, and she didn't know how many hairs she pulled out.

The original script is probably about a Gaoliang boy and an explorer girl who get lost in the desert, and then work together, using the knowledge of the explorer and the perseverance of the Gaoliang boy, the two work together to walk out of the desert.However, when the dawn is approaching, the explorer girl can't hold back and dies, and the Gaoliang children walk out of the desert sadly, change their past and start a new life, and find a new girlfriend in memory... The first part is comedy, the middle part is dignified, and the ending ends in tragedy.

Originally, this drama is sweet and exciting, cute and moving.

However, the skill of the screenwriter is really touching, and Zhao Yanling doesn't bother to do it. Since Li Guang waits to see the joke, he has to do his best to win his breath.Men, if you can't do it, you have to say yes!
Because some preliminary preparations have been made, the background of the map of the desert must not be changed, and the story must start from this.It is not easy to make a movie popular and well-received.

Chocolat was filial, originally sitting with him, but finally fell asleep on the sofa too sleepy.

After struggling for another half an hour, Zhao Yanling's eyelids twitched, and she lay down on the table to rest for a while.Maybe the posture is awkward, and I have had several dreams in a short while.

He dreamed that his exploration career encountered Waterloo, and after leaving Panshanling, he found a job in the metropolis with a mid-level salary and no hope of promotion.He was scolded bloody by his superiors every day, but he still pretended to be submissive like his grandson.

Back to the rented house after get off work, his girlfriend indifferently changed the channel with the remote control, ignoring him who was tired and put on slippers.There was leftovers on the dinner table, he took a hasty bite, and collapsed on the bed without brushing his teeth.

When he fell asleep, his girlfriend went to bed. Disgusted of his snoring, she pushed him viciously, and dragged the quilt to the other side of the bed to wrap herself up.

When he woke up the next morning, he curled up and shivered with cold, and opened his eyes to face the deserted and empty room.His girlfriend had already gone out, and the quilts were piled up beside him in a mess.

I didn't eat any food, I hurriedly washed and went to work hungry, and repeated the life of the previous day.

I met Li Guang when I got off work.Li Guang smiled grimly: "Aren't you unwilling to bow your head? This is your fate. Who do you think you are? What about the house? What about the car? What about the bride price? Poor man, will your girlfriend marry you?"

How could the tough old Zhao be poked at the tip of his nose and ridiculed by a young man?

Fuck you, the soles of size 44 shoes slapped Li Guang's face fiercely with a gust of wind, kicking his bulging eye bags flat...

Zhao Yanling woke up with her eyes open, feeling a sharp pain in her toes.He raised his foot and saw that the nail of the big toe was peeled off, and blood flowed out.

This kick didn't hit Li Guang's face, but the wall behind the computer desk.He wiped it a few times with a tissue, and the bleeding stopped, but the tip of his toe was covered with blood.He cut the opening with a wallpaper knife and released the blood, otherwise it would be worse tomorrow.

Before the memory of the dream just disappeared, he recollected the taste of the dream and suddenly smiled.

Directors and screenwriters, the more famous they are, the more derailed they are from the life concepts of the basic masses.Interpreting the connotation of the film from the perspective of ordinary people is not about the international situation, military trends, or economic viewpoints, but the most basic and common aspects of life, which are most easily overlooked by artists.

The thinking became clearer, and some biographical films from abroad came to my mind.Recalling their narration methods, Zhao Yanling's writing and thinking flowed like a spring, and he wrote vigorously...

Yu Wenxuan took the fat man up the Great Wall, visited Sanlitun, and crossed the Forbidden City.During the three days, as long as they returned home and kept their eyes open, Zhao Yanling would definitely be dexterously playing on Yu Wenxuan's laptop, or muttering with a voice recorder, completely forgetting to eat and sleep.

Yu Wenxuan didn't say anything, but he didn't take it seriously: My brother, script writing is a highly professional and technical job, how can it be so easy?

On the fourth day, Zhao Yanling took a good rest for a few hours, and called Li Guang after washing up.

"Really modified?"

"Don't talk nonsense, see you at the old place."

After hanging up the phone, Li Guang began to think.A few days ago, he slightly distorted the facts and told Mr. Wang about the script.President Xiao Wang was expressionless at the time, showing no signs of happiness or anger.This person is occasionally willful, but his IQ and EQ are actually very high, which can only be understood by close contact.No one knows what he thinks.

Li Guang grinned, and immediately called President Xiao Wang...

Mechanical arm, private room A106, this time Zhao Yanling and the other three arrived first.

The fat man drank the sugar-filled coffee in one gulp: "It's better to drink tea. Let me tell you, Lao Zhao. Before I left Panshanling, many people came to bring me tea and wine. Tea is good. Tea and wine are good wines. Lapsang Souchong, Dahongpao, Wuliangye, Lushan Laojiao. They even want to go up the mountain to see the four-winged birds, and some have the idea of ​​those gemstone mines. I accept these bastards, tobacco, alcohol, sugar and tea with a smile. , everyone sent away."

Zhao Yanling felt a little amused: "Apart from the Monkey King jasmine flower, what else can you taste? Isn't that a cow chewing peonies? But these people with bad intentions should be treated like this."

The fat man became angry: "How do you talk? I tell you that my current level has also risen. Now the elders in the village don't call me the second fat man. My name is Li Xiuye! If I am happy, I will give cigarettes and wine. Which one is wrong with me?" Thumbs up?"

Yu Wenxuan smiled wretchedly: "Brother Fat is really bad!"

While speaking, the door of the private room was respectfully pushed open by the waiter, and the three people who walked in made Zhao Yanling stand up together.

"Hello, Mr. Wang!"

The visitor is thin in stature, but his grace and self-confidence are incomparable to Mr. Yan's.Zhao Yanling never expected that Li Guang invited Mr. Wang here today.

The two parties met and took their seats. The three were Li Guang, Mr. Wang, and Zhang Yu, the original screenwriter.Zhang Yu is a middle-aged woman in her 40s, with short hair, black-rimmed glasses, thin lips and high cheekbones. She has an ordinary appearance, but her back is straight.

Xiao Wang is always very kind and upright, and asked about the script.Although Zhao Yanling met for the first time, Mr. Wang did not miss his live broadcast room, and the two sides have been friends for a long time.Faced with this legendary character, he was not restrained, and he took out the script written by him and handed it over.

Yu Wenxuan's heart skipped a beat: This time it's really over, Mr. Wang is here, and Brother Zhao's nonsense must have not turned around.

The table was a round table, President Xiao Wang opened the script, Zhang Yu and Li Guang just took a look at it in a disinterested manner only because of President Xiao Wang's face.

Zhao Yanling found out that Li Guang had regained his neither humble nor overbearing and calm reserve today, this guy is a master at changing faces.

After reading it for a long time, Mr. Wang praised: "You can't judge by appearance, the writing is really good!"

　High energy warning ahead...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)