I love him, just post it

A few days later, Ling Yun was discharged from the hospital and went home.

The serialized text is almost over.When he was in the hospital, Meng Yan went to his home and brought his notebook to code for him.However, the doctor told him to only use the computer for up to three hours a day.Meng Yan regarded this sentence as an imperial decree, and saw that he had been using the computer for a long time, so he stepped forward to take his computer away.

Ling Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only obediently hand in the computer.When Meng Yan left the hospital, he didn't forget to take his notebook with him, and brought it to him the next day.

Therefore, whenever night fell and Meng Yan went back, he would use his cell phone code.Fortunately, the codeword speed of mobile phones is only slightly slower than that of computers.

After leaving the hospital and returning home, he coded without any scruples.Although Meng Yan said that the script was not urgent, he was embarrassed to put the whole project on hold because he was alone.

So, after a few days, that article was over.Readers were moved to tears by his sudden acceleration of updates, and they all left messages under the article, calling for the author.Tyrant readers simply hit mine.Only here and there readers smelled something amiss.

"Daddy, didn't you just get out of the hospital, why are you updating so frantically? Why do I feel that something is wrong."

This comment actually builds tall buildings.

"I think so too. Reminiscent of the sale of film and television rights to "Huangying" some time ago, I have a bad feeling."

"Friends upstairs, don't scare me."

"Not to scare you, I guess the writer was heavily involved in the screenplay adaptation."

Seeing this, Ling Yun really wanted to say: "Little angel, are you the reincarnation of Sherlock Holmes?"

In fact, Ling Yun likes to peep at her comment area, and occasionally leave a comment for someone she likes.There are occasional nasty comments, but most of the time there is a sense of satisfaction in reading them.

He continued to watch.

"Really? This is a good thing. This way the TV series will not be changed into a mess."

The comments below are the cries of carnival from a group of readers.Some people even went to Weibo to inquire about it themselves.

Some readers, however, voiced their concerns.

"If Da Da really adapts a TV series, won't we have nothing to eat for a long time?"

"Then let's wait for Da Da to come back."

Ling Yun didn't know whether he should announce that he would be one of the screenwriters of this drama, after all, Chasing the Old Media hadn't made an official announcement yet.

But he posted an ambiguous Weibo.

"I finished another article, I want to give myself [搜花][搜花][搜花]. There will be no new articles for a long time [狗头]. However, I still look forward to the next An article can meet you again."

Many people left comments on Weibo.Ling Yun glanced roughly, basically guessing whether he was really going to be the screenwriter of that drama.

In fact, being a screenwriter and writing can be both.But Ling Yun is used to doing only one thing wholeheartedly, so as not to have two tasks at once, and in the end nothing is done well.Besides, writing a text requires inspiration and conceiving details, and adapting a script also requires these.Doing these two things at the same time is easy to get mixed up.

When Ling Yun was staring at Weibo in a daze, the phone rang.

"Hey, Ayun, what are you doing now?" Meng Yan's magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Browse Weibo." Ling Yun replied.

"I saw your Weibo. Didn't you say a week ago that you still have [-] words to finish? Why so fast?"

"I can't delay your progress any longer." Ling Yun said lightly.

"The progress is not as important as you? If you don't take care of your body, I will leave the task of adaptation to others." Meng Yan said.

"No. Our contracts are signed. I don't want this story to be changed beyond recognition."

"I was just kidding." Meng Yan chuckled over there.

Hearing Meng Yan's laughter, the corners of Ling Yun's lips curled up involuntarily.

"By the way, do you have time tonight, let's go out for dinner." Meng Yan asked.

Ling Yun hesitated.He felt that going out to eat alone with Meng Yan seemed like he was on a date.They are no longer a couple, and it is not appropriate to do these things anymore.But they seem to be friends.

"It's not just the two of us tonight." Meng Yan saw that the other party hadn't responded, so he guessed what he was hesitating, so he added, "There is also Teacher Chen Heng from Huayin."

"Teacher Chen Heng?" The name sounded familiar, but Ling Yun couldn't remember where he had heard it before, "The name is so familiar."

"You are naturally familiar with it." Meng Yan explained, "More than ten years ago, in the film and television dramas produced by Huayin, he contracted half of the script. After Huayin fell, he and the entire production team were packaged and transferred to Fengluo Later, he had a disagreement with Fengluo's upper management, so he left Fengluo and opened his own studio. Probably because he was a little dissatisfied with Huayin's abandonment of them, so he never cooperated with Huayin again. But in the past two years, he and Huayin Huayin's relationship has eased a lot, and he has also served as the screenwriter of several film and television dramas produced by Huayin. Last year's popular Republican drama "Zhan Dao" was adapted from the novel of the same name."

"Is he the screenwriter of "Water Paradise"?" Ling Yun remembered why he felt familiar.In fact, he has never liked watching TV dramas very much, but during the summer vacation of his freshman year in high school, he stayed by the TV on time every day, just to watch this youth school drama with someone.

""Water Paradise"?" Meng Yan also remembered this TV series.At the same time, he still remembered the summer 12 years ago, a certain boy who ran away from home and was picked up by him.At that time, his parents often didn't go home for a few days because of their busy work. He faced the nanny every day, except for watching TV and reading.Just when he was about to die of boredom, he received a call from Ling Yun.

Then there is one more person watching TV.

At that time, Ling Yun left Liang's house with only a mobile phone, wandering the streets alone, with nowhere to go.Liang Rujun's words "Get lost" kept echoing in his mind.Since they didn't welcome him, what's the point of him staying there.

His previous home was destroyed by a fire.The fire also took away his alcoholic father.That day, he happened to go to the teacher's house to make up for the missed homework, so he escaped a catastrophe.It was later found out that the cause of the fire was an unextinguished cigarette.Later, he was taken to the Liang family by his mother and lived a life of being dependent on others.

On the day he ran away from home, he and Liang Rujun had friction because of a trivial matter.He kept giving in, but Liang Rujun was aggressive and kept telling him to get out.So he rolled, and he planned to never go back.When I came here, I brought a mobile phone bought by my father, and when I left, I only brought that mobile phone.He used that mobile phone to call Meng Yan and asked him if he could take him in.

Meng Yan happily agreed.

During the summer vacation of that year, the two teenagers sat side by side on the sofa and spent two months with a TV series and a few books.Some things are so weird that when one does them one loses interest.But if the two of them do it, not only will they be excited, but they will also leave a deep impression on them, and it will even be engraved in their minds for a long time.

Ling Yun still remembers a sentence in "Water Paradise", "If you don't go over and take a look, how will you know that the glimpses are fake?"

"So you still remember these." Meng Yan chuckled, and suddenly felt that his road to chasing her husband was closer, "I also remember this drama. I still remember that you cried for a long time because of Yunya's death."

"What happened?" Unexpectedly, after many years, Meng Yan still remembered this incident.He wasn't a crybaby back then.However, Yun Ya in the play was similar to his experience, and finally died in an accident, which touched him deeply, and he only shed a few tears.As a result, Meng Yan made fun of him for a whole year.Looking back now, he naturally doesn't want to mention the past.

Meng Yan knew that he didn't want to admit that period of black history, so he didn't mention "Water Paradise" again, for fear of prolonging the long-suffering journey of chasing a husband. "The adaptation of "Emperor Shadow" will be assisted by Mr. Chen Heng."

"This... How can I let this screenwriter help me?" Ling Yun was frightened, "It's already my European spirit that he can adapt my book. No, I think I'm insulting this person." teacher."

"Whether it's insulting or not, we'll know when we interview him." Meng Yan said calmly.

That night, Ling Yun arrived at the Sichuan restaurant they had agreed on half an hour earlier.He heard from Meng Yan that Chen Heng is from Sichuan and Chongqing, and he likes to eat Sichuan cuisine the most.

However, there are not many authentic Sichuan restaurants in W City.However, the Sichuan cuisine they ordered today is the most authentic in W City, so it is full of customers every day.However, the environment inside is not as crowded as ordinary Sichuan restaurants, and it occupies a relatively large area. The sound insulation effect of the private rooms is comparable to that of a five-star hotel.

The private room was ordered by Meng Yan.When Ling Yun arrived, the waiter at the door led him directly to the private room.He came too early and there was no one in the private room.He asked for a glass of boiled water, and then waited for Meng Yan and Chen Heng anxiously.

While waiting, he felt that time passed too slowly, but when he actually waited for them to arrive, Ling Yun felt that time passed too fast, so fast that he was not ready yet.

Chen Heng is younger than he imagined. People in their 40s look like they are in their early thirties, not much older than them.There is no stubble left on the clean face, and the eyes are bright and clear, giving people the feeling of a white-faced scholar.

"Hello, Mr. Chen, Mr. Wansheng has admired Mr.'s name for a long time." Ling Yun got up and stretched out his hand and smiled.

"Haha, this one is picking up dreams. Hello, hello, it's a great honor to meet a real person today." Chen Heng held his hand and said, the smile on his face was like a warm sunshine, which immediately made people feel like a spring breeze.

"I should be the one to say this. Teacher, please sit down." Ling Yun smiled quickly, took a porcelain cup, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Okay, you're all welcome, I'm treating you today." Meng Yan smiled heartily.He handed the menu to Chen Heng and said, "Mr. Chen, I ordered some dishes in advance, can you see if there is anything else that needs to be added?"

Chen Heng glanced at the menu, seeing that the dishes Meng Yan ordered were all his favorite dishes, his smile couldn't help but deepened, he returned the menu to him, and said with a smile: "Just press this."

"Okay, does the teacher have any taboos?" Meng Yan asked again.

Chen Heng shook his head and said, "No. But I don't know if Shimeng can eat spicy food."

"I can eat spicy food." Ling Yun nodded quickly.

Facts have proved that he can indeed eat spicy food, but he cannot eat hemp.And Sichuan cuisine is basically heavy hemp.After a meal, he felt as if his tongue had been pricked several times.

But to get Chen Heng's favor, it's all worth it.

The author has something to say: Anan also likes spicy food, but not hemp.For hot pot, you can choose the bottom of the pot that is only spicy but not numb, but Sichuan cuisine cannot...