Superstars start from variety shows

Chapter 174 The script is finalized
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Act 1 Zero Six—

The young old Qiao opened his eyes from the bed, glanced at the plate of green radishes on the window sill, and the buzzing desktop computer case, with a look of sadness and helplessness on his face.

Sitting up from the bed, rubbing his face vigorously, watching the bubbles popping up on the screen, the bubbles bumped back and forth in the screen, but they still couldn't get out.

The young old Qiao put on loose robe-like clothes, came to sit down in front of the computer, shook the mouse, and the computer desktop jumped out.

It is still the familiar blue sky, white clouds and grassland.

dong dong dong.

The one who came in was 0827 in light gray professional attire, holding a folder in his hand, with no superfluous expression on his face.

"Doctor Wang has something to do at home, can't you come?" The young old Qiao asked without looking back.

"Yes."

"Going to talk outside, or is it right now? You should bring a cup of milk tea. I like the taro flavor, it can make me feel more at ease." The young old Qiao said to himself, turning around body, the chair turned around with him, facing 0827 standing there.

0827 remained expressionless: "Have you finally remembered the mission here?"

"I guess I remembered."

The young man, Old Qiao, stretched out his hand and touched the leaves of the pot of green radish. The leaves were a little thick to the touch. He pinched them hard with two fingers. The leaves turned darker in color, and then suddenly broke. Then, the whole space was broken. The two of them Suddenly found in a bustling crowd.

But no one noticed the sudden addition of two him.

Some pedestrians passed through the young old Qiao, and some wanted to pass through 0827, but she avoided her. She didn't seem to like this feeling, and she wasn't used to so many people.

"Is the world you came from still so lively?" The young and old Qiao laughed at her seemingly.

0827 shook his head, an inexplicable brilliance flashed in his eyes.

In her memory, people were indifferent to each other, and the streets were dilapidated and empty. She spent most of her time in one place, and that place was at least safe.

"What did you bring me to this place?" 0827 finally had some emotions on his face.

"Save the world."

The corner of the young old Qiao's mouth curled up into a smile, and then he walked briskly forward, passing through one crowd after another, not caring whether 0827 followed.

"The saving of the world you said is in this place?" 0827 followed quickly, ignoring people passing through her body.

"It's weird, isn't it?"

The young man, Old Qiao, grinned and suddenly stopped and stood in the middle of the intersection. The strange thing was that at this moment, everyone was in front of him, forming a tic-tac-toe streamline. It turned out that the four strokes of tic-tac-toe were infinite. The other side expanded, eventually covering the entire road, and he was right in the center of that tic-tac-toe.

In the inexplicable expression of 0827, the young old Qiao muttered: "It seems that this is here!"

After speaking, slowly stretch your hands forward.

The place that was originally just empty suddenly appeared the effect of a shattered screen, and a black fixed block the size of a USB flash drive was added to the hand of the young old Qiao.

"This is?" Excitement appeared on 0827's face.

"That's right, this is what Lao Fang needs." After speaking, the young old Qiao put the USB flash drive into 0827's hand, turned around and continued walking.

The street was empty, and on the street with no end in sight, there was only the young man, Old Qiao, walking slowly.

Then, turn at an intersection and disappear in the eyes of 0827.

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Act 1 Seventeen—

"Your task has been completed." In the room without windows around, the old Fang in a suit stared at the black USB flash drive in his hand, and then asked 0827 who was sitting opposite.

"But Captain, I don't understand why Old Qiao didn't come back with him?" 0827 asked puzzledly.

Lao Fang smiled bitterly and clapped his hands. There was a small window opening about 20 cm wide from top to bottom, and 2 meters long from left to right, in the room without windows.

0827 did not understand what Lao Fang meant.

"See? This is the world we live in. Even with this thing, how long do you think it will take to return to the world that Old Joe showed you?" Lao Fang stood in front of the window and looked at the world outside. world.

Through the window hole covered with thick transparent material, you can see that the outside is dark and dilapidated, and black rain is falling in the sky.

"Should, it will take a long time..." 0827 had more expectations on his face.

"Old Qiao is different. He is in that world, and there are reasons for him to stay... But this world, for him, has nothing to miss..." Old Fang Youyou said.

0827 looked at Lao Fang with bewilderment and some inexplicable emotions in his eyes.

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Act 1 Zero Eight (Final Chapter)——

"I still feel like someone is watching me from behind."

In the dilapidated tavern as before, there was no one there.

Lao Qiao struggled to grab a peanut on the table with the five fingers of his right hand, then took a sip of wine and talked to the middle-aged reporter sitting opposite him.

"From now on, no one will look at you again." The middle-aged reporter looked at the old Qiao who looked like a rotten old tree root in front of him, and was silent for a long time before saying a word.

Old Qiao grinned, not knowing whether he was laughing or crying. A drop of wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he caught it with the back of his hand like dead tree bark, and sent it to his mouth.

"So you really want to believe that an old man is talking nonsense after drinking?" There was no light in Old Qiao's cloudy eyes.

It seems that those eyes have been eroded to the extreme by the years.

"I should go." The middle-aged reporter looked at his watch, almost six hours had passed.

But the wine glass in front of Old Qiao seemed like a bottomless pit, with half a glass of wine left.

"I know." Old Joe grinned, a little self-deprecating, and said, "From the moment you came in and sat down, I knew you were always going to leave."

The middle-aged reporter was expressionless.

At this time, a phone call suddenly came.

Lao Qiao's eyes lit up and he grinned at the middle-aged reporter: "I'm going to take a call first. Do you mind waiting a little longer?"

The middle-aged reporter nodded and looked towards the phone.

It was an old-fashioned landline, a white phone, covered in dust.

Old Qiao said that he wanted to answer the phone, but he still sat there looking at the phone. After hesitating for a while, he stood up tremblingly and walked over, picked up the phone, still not speaking, and waited for the person opposite to speak first.

"When are you coming back?" It was a woman's voice, gentle.

"Let's go on the weekend, this weekend, I will go home." Old Qiao's voice suddenly became softer and younger, as if the whole person had also become younger.

"I'll be waiting for you at home. Oh, and the child is also waiting for you." The woman's voice was also gentle, and Old Qiao could imagine that there must be a smile on her face.

"Yeah." Old Qiao looked at the time and was about to hang up.

"I miss you." The woman said suddenly.

Old Qiao's hand suddenly hung in the air, and after a while, he murmured: "I miss you too."

After hanging up the phone, Old Qiao went back to the table and sat down in a sense of loss, drank a glass of wine, and reached out to grab the peanuts on the plate.

At this time, there was no one on the other side.

The middle-aged reporter, who did not know when, had already left.

With trembling hands still, Old Qiao grabbed the peanut that fell on the table with five fingers. It seemed that it was the same shape and size as the previous one, and then put it in his mouth. Just took a sip of wine and grinned at the camera: "Okay, since you can still sit for two hours, I will tell you the story. But where do you want to start? Or, Where should I start?"

It seems that he doesn't care, and there is no one in front of him.

"Don't be so surprised."

Old Joe said: "Where do we start? Oh, let's start with that year."

--Finish--

"call--"

After reading the script, Gu Ruobai only felt a sense of emptiness.

At the beginning, she thought it was a thriller script, but after seeing it, she realized it was a sci-fi thriller, but in the end, she found it was a sci-fi love story!
Although, there are some so-called world-saving gimmicks mixed in.

But for some reason, when he saw Old Qiao talking to the camera at the end, Gu Ruobai suddenly felt a burst of sadness, and tears flowed silently.

Gu Ruobai believes that if this script is made into a movie, the box office may not be too high, and of course it will not be too low, but it will definitely move many people.

Thinking of this, Gu Ruobai wiped away tears and called Qiao Yi to come over.

"Crying?" After Qiao Yi came in, he saw Gu Ruobai's eyes were slightly red, and knew that she was moved by his script.

This was something that was expected. Qiao Yi was a little moved when he wrote it.

Gu Ruobai rolled his eyes at Qiao Yi, and then corrected his attitude towards work: "The story is a bit mind-numbing, but overall it's okay. It's just that I feel like you were a little anxious in writing it and left out a lot of details."

Qiao Yi nodded: "Some things, I feel, may not be able to be expressed in words. If you think this script can be filmed, I will draw the sub-shots, so that it will be easier to understand."

"Ah."

Gu Ruobai thought for a while and then said: "You just passed by the names of some characters in it, and you didn't even give them names. I think it's better to explain them more."

"That's no problem. That is, some scenes are relatively large, and this movie will need a lot of special effects. If the investment is made, it shouldn't be too little." Qiao Yi said.

"Why are you suddenly not confident now? If we spread the word that Brother Yi is going to make a movie, write, direct and act in it yourself, how many people do you think will rush to pay for it?" Gu Ruobai was very helpless.

Qiao Yi is good everywhere, but sometimes he is not confident enough.

Qiao Yi smiled.

It's not that he doesn't have confidence, he's not confident at all.

Although this script uses some concepts and techniques from other movies, it is completely original to this world, so I can't help but feel unconfident.

However, Gu Ruobai also reminded Qiao Yi.

The current him is no longer that little transparent, and with the producer Gu Ruobai checking the quality, it would be difficult for him to fail, right?

Thinking of this, Qiao Yi's face was full of confidence again.

(End of this chapter)