Collapsing World: I have become the main body of idiot Na!

It is indeed very comfortable.

In particular, the wind is mixed with a trace of fragrance that belongs only to girls, so it makes it feel an inexplicable happiness.

Didn't she notice that I was holding her?

Or, does she not care?

The hands around the girl's slender waist loosened slightly, and then hugged tightly again.

No, never mind.

It was originally Kiyana's fault, if she didn't scare me, I wouldn't do it subconsciously...

The screenwriter's face was a little red again, and no matter how the night wind blew, there was no sign of recovery.

"Actually, you don't have to worry so much about what other people think of you and the script."

Qiyana's sudden words seemed to pour cold water on the screenwriter's head.

It turned out that she knew it all along.

Those voices of doubt and those words of abuse have never left.

The blush on the screenwriter's face quickly faded, and soon turned into a very downcast expression.

"I...I can't help it."

"The script couldn't satisfy everyone, so what's the point of demanding yourself?"

Kiyana's faint voice came from the front, like a breeze.

"The relationship between the screenwriter and the audience should be that of the bus driver and the passengers. When the passengers feel that the bus can take them to the scheduled location, or they can see the scenery they want, they will naturally stay in the bus.

Those who do the opposite will get off.As long as there is no problem with the driver himself, those with quality will leave silently, while those without quality will scold them severely before getting out of the car.

In my opinion, there is nothing wrong with you as a driver, so why care about what those people say? "

After Kiyana finished speaking, there was a long silence between the two.

The sound of wind, engine, and friction between tires and the ground interweaves in the night, as distant as the noise of a movie.

After a long time, the screenwriter in the back seat spoke slowly.

"...Because, I myself am not satisfied with that script."

"uh-huh?"

Kiyana expressed "all ears" in her own way.

"When I first started writing this script, I was still too young to write the text of the first act with only my passion and impulsiveness."

"And the follow-up development of the plot did not unexpectedly show my immaturity, the plot is inexplicable, the turning point is blunt, many characters are like tools and discarded after use, and the plot direction in many cases is not reasonable at all!"

Maybe the alcohol played a role again, maybe it was held in the heart for too long, and its emotions became more and more agitated.

"Siegfried and Teresa's reputation was also killed because of me, because I didn't arrange a good scene, and many characters disappeared directly."

"Those people are right, the script is really bad, just as bad as its author...!"

"me......"

The screenwriter lowered his head, trying not to let his tears overflow his eyes.

"I don't think I'm suited...to be a screenwriter."

After the words fell, the atmosphere of silence once again spread between the two.

Once again, only the sound of the wind, the sound of the engine and the friction of the tires remained in my ears, and the occasional whistling of other vehicles always disappeared in a flash.

I don't know how long it took before Qiyana's voice came through the motorcycle hat again.

"After you've said everything, you should feel much more at ease, right?"

"Uh...uh...uh..."

The screenwriter blushed slightly, and replied falteringly.

As Qiyana said, just after venting, its heart felt relaxed as if a heavy burden had been lifted.

For the first time since I started writing that script, it was so relaxed.

But after calming down completely, besides relaxation, there is only shame and regret left.

What did I do just now! !

How could you lose your composure in front of Qiyana!

Woo, the image in her heart will no longer be supported...

"It's okay, I'm also honored to be the tree hole you confide in."

Kiana laughed.

The screenwriter didn't know how to answer, so he had to say dully:

"...thanks."

"Then let's continue the topic just now, Mr. Cucumber, there are some things in what you said just now."

"Um... eh?"

"Some plots are very blunt, and the knife is used for the sake of the knife; some characters seem to be very important at the moment, but they are forgotten in the blink of an eye; the images of Mr. Some people are getting worse."

As if scolding the screenwriter, Kiyana almost repeated what she had just said.

Hearing this, the screenwriter's lips trembled slightly, and his face became a little pale.

Although it thought so, its heart ached like a knife when it heard Kiyana say that with its own ears.

Because, that is the person it puts in its heart.

Maybe she didn't know it herself, and she didn't care.

But the whole script exists because of her, and it wouldn't have started without her.

If even she has to deny it, then the show and it will lose all.

Just when the screenwriter felt that the world was about to collapse, Qiyana's voice rang in his ears again.

"However, if it's really as useless as you say, there won't be so many people watching it, right?"

"Then...that's because the actors are you..." the screenwriter whispered, poking his neck.

"We have participated in quite a few scripts, and you are already a relatively successful one."

Qiyana laughed softly: "Although some characters are indeed unimpressive, don't you also have a very successful character? For example, Colonel Fei Ya, even after a long time, people still remember it.

Some plot turns are very blunt, but aren't many of your ingenious plot designs also quite successful?

One of your strengths is that you can see where most people don't and you can build a story out of that.

Always belittle yourself and your own script, not only denying your own efforts, but also denying the people who like this show. "

The sound of the engine slowly stopped, the motorcycle tilted slightly, and stood firmly on the ground.

Here they are, the home of the screenwriter.

Kiyana took off her hat, and flicked her soft silver hair freely.

The moonlight shrouded the girl's body, as if covering her with a beautiful silver veil.

At this moment, she was as beautiful as a goddess in the sky.

The screenwriter sat motionless in a daze, it was immersed in Kiyana's words, and it didn't react for a while.

Seeing this, Kiyana smiled slightly, and gently held the hands placed on her waist from behind.

She spoke softly, her words were as light as catkins blowing in the night wind.

"I have witnessed your growth along the way.

I have witnessed your writing from childish to sophisticated, the plot has become less thin, and you have gradually become a mature screenwriter.

So, stop belittling yourself.

At least before picking your own shortcomings, you should also face up to your own strengths.

If it happens again next time, I might be angry. "

"......Um!!"

The screenwriter nodded, with unprecedented seriousness and effort.

Yes.

Why care what other people think?

This script was originally written for Kiyana, and for everyone she likes.

If not, how can it survive to this day?

"Thank you, Kiana."

"You're welcome. After all, we've been working together for so long. We're already good friends, aren't we?"

"Um!!"

......

......

"It's already at the door of the house, don't you need to see me off?"

Looking at Qiyana beside him, the screenwriter said with some embarrassment.

"Send the Buddha to the west. Or, Teacher Cucumber doesn't want me to visit your home?" Kiyana laughed.

Don't talk about visiting, even if you want to stay here, I agree with it!

The screenwriter said silently in his heart.

"...my home is nothing to see," it said.

"It's okay, it's not that it's nothing...cough cough!!"

Kiyana coughed lightly, turned her eyes away and said, "Anyway, hurry up, it's almost twelve o'clock."

"Really."

Her words made the screenwriter take out his phone to check the time, and the time on it was exactly 59:[-]pm.

When they walked to the door and opened it, it was exactly twelve o'clock.

The screenwriter, who didn't care about this coincidence, took back his phone, and the two walked straight to the door.

"Huh? Why do you feel that today's doorway is different from usual?"

The screenwriter took out the key and said with some doubts.

"Eh? Is...what's the difference?" Kiyana asked quickly.

"It just feels... If I have to say it, it seems that there is more dust than usual. Did I forget to clean it?"

The screenwriter muttered and inserted the key into the lock, twisted the lock and pushed the door open.

Inside the door was a dim entrance and room. The two changed their shoes at the door and walked into the living room.

Suddenly, with a soft "pop", the whole living room became extremely bright.

"Happy birthday!!!"

Untidy voices rang in my ears, and familiar faces gathered in front of my eyes.

The simple living room in the past was full of colorful lights, and a large banner of birthday celebrations stretched out in front of your eyes.

Many colorful cannons were fired in front of him, and countless colored confetti fell on the screenwriter.

"......Eh?"

It tilted its head, and the whole person was dumbstruck.

what's the situation?

Happy birthday?

today... is it my birthday?

It seems to be.