Behind the scenes [entertainment gl]

It's title dog again.

"I know this Shi Qingqing. My father mentioned her before. She is a very talented screenwriter. I have watched all the movies and TV shows she made earlier, um——" Zhou Mengmeng thought for a while, and patted the teacher Qingqing's hand, and said with emotion, "I like many of her works. This Shi Qingqing is a bit like your goddess Su Huaibei."

"Like?" Shi Qingqing covered her face with one hand, made up her original face, and then put it together with Su Huaibei's face, "Where does it look like? Could it be that Shi Qingqing is too popular, causing See if anyone has a three-point image?"

Zhou Mengmeng smiled sullenly: "What are you thinking about! I'm talking about Su Huaibei and Shi Qingqing's famous similarities."

"Oh..." Nodding, Shi Qingqing nudged her with great interest, "Go ahead, what is the image? As far as I know, Shi Qingqing is self-taught, starting from a small video, Later, relying on his own ability to make a movie and become famous overnight, this Su Huaibei is a singer, and has nothing to do with Shi Qingqing."

"Hey, Chu Ling, you should know more about Su Huaibei than I do. She became famous overnight after participating in the competition. Shi Qingqing has accumulated a lot of money, and so does Su Huaibei. You see, she played for several years before she made her debut. Piano, in the end, it left quickly and then became popular.”

It's strange that Su Huaibei and her can resemble each other. Shi Qingqing can reach the point of being a big name in the industry. Talent is of course very important, but if there is no chance, no one in the world will know Shi Qingqing.The world is so big, and talented people are like crucian carp crossing the river. She claims to be talented, but there is still a stone on top of it!So Shi Qingqing is very clear that she is today thanks to the support of her parents' money, as well as her own Shi Qingqing's extensive network of leaders.A competition in Su Huaibei was immediately signed by a big company, and then a record sold tens of millions, and then the company even praised her... In the entertainment industry, there are indeed accidental successes, but they are just miracles, and miracles are 99% A success that no one can replicate.

Of course, Shi Qingqing would not tell the little princess what she said. Zhou Mengmeng's father was enough to shelter Zhou Mengmeng from the wind and rain. Not only did she and Zhou Mengmeng have no grievances, but they also had a little friendship, so there was no need to force the innocent girl into the water.

"Speaking of which, are you interested in Shi Qingqing?" Zhou Mengmeng whispered, "This kind of gossip must not be believed!"

"Of course I know." Shi Qingqing also lowered her voice, "I'm not interested in Shi Qingqing, you forgot, I'm interested in Goddess Su... and Mengmeng, I have to hand in the script next class, you Have you thought about what to write?"

Zhou Mengmeng sat up straight, fiddled with her hair, and before she could answer, it was time for get out of class to end.Shi Qingqing and her packed up their things, and they walked side by side. Zhou Mengmeng stared at the professor's bald head and said, "I'm not interested in scripts, and I don't know how to write them. If you want me to write the score for you, it’s fine, but let’s forget about the script, I’ll go to the literature department next door and help me put together a script.” The professor walked away before she resumed her normal voice, “What about you? ? I remember that you copied your homework last semester, hey, how about you find someone else to write it with me?"

"Ah? Do you need someone else to write the script?" Shi Qingqing was a little confused, she thought for a while, "This...if the professor finds out that we hired someone to write the script, it will be over, right? No, this time I have to write it myself .”

"You want to write it yourself?" Zhou Mengmeng looked at her with wide eyes incredulously, Zhou Mengmeng couldn't react for a while, "You know how to write scripts?"

"...Is it difficult?" Shi Qingqing hesitated.

Zhou Mengmeng hurriedly shook her head, and said with a smile, "I never thought you would be able to show you new skills after your car accident." She stretched out her hand and pinched Shi Qingqing's face, "Chu Ling, you can't be fake, right?"

"That's right." Shi Qingqing grabbed Zhou Mengmeng's wrist with an innocent look on her face, "The thing is, after I got into a car accident, I lost my brain and IQ, and then I thought it was broken, so I replaced it." A new one. Heh heh, are you envious of me?"

"That's a pity, you shouldn't be in the acting department, you should be in the film and television literature department."

Shi Qingqing felt that buying a computer was something she couldn't wait to do, because she needed to write scripts, and she could only make money with a computer, but she wasn't sure if she could buy a computer now, after all, if the thousands of dollars in her hand were spent, it would mean As a result, she has to live a life of ups and downs before she gets the manuscript fee.So Shi Qingqing took a notebook that was not a laptop to the coffee shop she used to frequent to write.Although the consumption here is expensive, Shi Qingqing only needs to report the membership card number and password. She had a membership in her previous life.When she walked to the original corner and sat down, the waiter came over and waited for her to order. She opened the notebook and the pen cover without raising her head and said, "Same as usual."

The waiter looked at the girl strangely. Although she didn't bring her membership card, having an account number and password meant that she was indeed a member. Now she said the old way, but he didn't know what the old way was, so he could only stand there and wait. Shi Qingqing's reaction.Seeing from the corner of Shi Qingqing's eyes that she hadn't left yet, she suddenly woke up that she was Chu Ling instead of Shi Qingqing. She sighed sadly, raised her head with a smile and said, "Excuse me, bring me a cup of coffee."

She couldn't remember how long she hadn't written anything over a hundred words with a pen. Even the contract was only three words. Facing the blank grid, Shi Qingqing was a little dazed for a while.Being in a daze can’t save me from the embarrassment of ugly writing. Shi Qingqing thought about it for a while. Considering the costumes and props of the crew and other issues, she worried that there would be too much cost without funding, which might make the shooting difficult. She could only conceive an uncomplicated one. modern drama.To say that a good screenwriter not only has innovative ideas and soulful writing, but also understands the needs and tastes of the audience, no matter how good the play is, it is useless if no one likes it.After all, Shi Qingqing is a commercial screenwriter rather than an art master, so she attaches great importance to the needs of the audience.

What kind of modern stories do contemporary young people like?Of course it can't be some kind of rural love, Wang Mazi likes village flowers and cabbage, Zhang Ergou owns [-] fruit trees... Suspenseful cases are good to solve, the key is that there is no money and no place and it is hard to find, so it must not be written like this.To satisfy the tastes of the audience, you have to satisfy the old professor's concept. The old man doesn't like too fancy trendy gadgets, so the domineering president fell in love with me, the story that the old Wang next door and her had to tell, these are all unacceptable.It must not only conform to the trend, but also meet the needs and tastes, and it must be able to be photographed. The only things that can be done are stories like teenage first love.Filming about family affection and filial piety...to Shi Qingqing, it's too hypocritical.

Shi Qingqing pondered for a long time and decided on the theme.

Su Huaibei pushed open the door of the restaurant and came in, and a waiter immediately greeted him.

"Just one? Miss Su."

Su Huaibei smiled slightly, seeing that the attic seemed to be empty, and nodded to the waiter: "Yes, there is only one."

"this way please."

Following the waiter up the stairs, Su Huaibei glanced casually and saw a woman sitting in the corner where Shi Qingqing usually sat.She is very familiar with this person, she just met a few days ago, and helped her get back the SD card, and when she went back, she watched the previous concert video, and accidentally discovered that this girl was actually her fan. When I passed by, I was moved by her singing and my eyes were slightly red.

Such a coincidence?Su Huaibei raised his eyebrows, and sat against the glass, where he could look down and see Shi Qingqing in the corner of the first floor.There was an exquisitely crafted menu in front of him, but Su Huaibei didn't look at it, her eyes stayed on Chu Ling: "Thank you for bringing me a glass of lemonade."

"Okay, please wait."

Shi Qingqing didn't know that someone in the attic on the second floor was staring at her all the time, so she stopped writing and tapped her forehead with a headache.I haven't written for so long, and I forgot how to write many words for a while.Taking out her mobile phone, Shi Qingqing quickly typed the pinyin of that word, and wrote according to the word that jumped out.Once or twice was okay, but I checked it four or five times after writing half of it, and Shi Qingqing was almost irritable.Throwing the pen aside in discouragement, Shi Qingqing leaned back, closed her eyes and sighed, she really felt so frustrated, an imposing gold medal screenwriter can't even write without a computer, and she can't even write when she speaks. Don't let others die laughing.

Trying to comfort herself, Shi Qingqing gritted her teeth and continued to write. Although her train of thought was not interrupted, she was a little annoyed by the few words she couldn't write just now.As long as people get irritable, once they can't calm down, they will easily make mistakes. Writing wrong words is tantamount to adding fuel to Shi Qingqing's heart.

It seems that I have to buy a computer.Shi Qingqing hammered the table, furious.Things should not be rushed for a while. If the script can be completed in one day, then it is not Shi Qingqing. Every time Shi Qingqing writes something, he likes to change and change. Maybe the difference between the first time and the last time is [-] so far.Just revisit the old place today to listen to music and drink tea to spend a wonderful afternoon.

The coffee shop is quite quiet. It is limited to VIPs. It is specially opened for some big bosses, celebrities, and celebrities. Most of the people who can come here are rich or famous. The waiters are very polite and the environment is beautiful. The important thing is that there will be no cameras, idlers, etc. here.Chu Ling came with a VIP number. Shi Qingqing didn't think that she would be suspected. After all, a stranger was still a little girl, so she would definitely attract attention, but she forgot that as long as the holder of the VIP card gave her child , You can still come in here, so Chu Ling's arrival didn't attract much attention from others, at most it was just a glance.

Being idle and bored, Shi Qingqing heard the song being played, the voice was not adjusted loudly, which was very comfortable.The soft and low female voice slowly sang the story. The people in the story are not depressed and sad. This is a love song.The articulation of the song is quite clear, Shi Qingqing pricked up her ears and listened carefully, feeling that this song is very familiar - oh, it sounds like Su Huaibei...

"Well, I always think this Su Huaibei sings very nicely." It really fits Shi Qingqing's taste. I didn't listen carefully just now, so I only recognized it at the end.

This song soon ended and skipped to the next one. Shi Qingqing still listened carefully, it was also a love song, but now the emotion was much more vivid, very sweet like first love.After listening to the beginning, Shi Qingqing felt that this song was very suitable as the ending song of the script she just wrote.Holding her face in her hands, she raised her head in fascination and said, "What's the name of this song...?"

"May I know you?"