Glass man

Where to start? "

Shen Jiqing replied:

"You don't have to think about anything else, first construct the fantasy object. Think about it, if you plan to marry Cheng Yue in the future, what kind of person do you hope the other party will be?"

careful.Cheng Jiang said to himself: Don't leak anything until you find out what Shen Jiqing thinks of people like him (he's really not used to calling himself 'this kind of person', but you have to do as the Romans do when you leave Lengwan).The other party must be a girl first, and he can do the rest according to his own ideas. Anyway, it was a harmless evening chat. No matter what he said, Shen Jiqing would definitely not remember it for a long time.

"I wish he—she, was a little older than me," he blurted out.

"A little older?" Shen Jiqing laughed, "I didn't expect you to like this. Are siblings in love? How old are you?"

"Five or six years old? Seven or eight years old?" Cheng Jiang struggled to piece together, "I hope he—she herself is an independent person, and there was nothing unsatisfactory in her previous life alone. She wants to be happy every day, and when she dies On the bright side, she is not pessimistic if something happens. She is an extremely tenacious person—a woman.”

"Why is that?" Sure enough, Shen Jiqing didn't bother with his speech problems and pauses, but seemed to be interested in finding out the truth.

"Because I'm a pessimistic person." The more Cheng Jiang said, the more he made up his mind. What can't be said? "When I encounter a little thing, I think about it. I think too much, too complicated, and I become more and more afraid. I am also easily influenced by others. If he is the same as me, as long as he encounters a little thing, he will procrastinate. Hold me, I dragged him, and we went down together, it might as well be clean and alone.”

Shen Jiqing lowered her head thoughtfully.

"Okay." He said after a while, "If there is such a woman, she—wait! I suddenly have an idea."

"Tell me?"

Shen Jiqing moved a little further away, crossed her legs, put them down after a while, and crossed them up again, hesitating for a long time, but she didn't say anything.In the end he simply put his legs down and stood up.

"The story of life and death, I'm a little embarrassed. How about I write it down first and give it to you later?"

Cheng Jiang said yes, so Shen Ji ran up the stairs like a blue wind, and ran down after a while, holding a pen and paper in his hand, and began to sit on the dining table to write. .

When he was writing, Cheng Jiang sat in his original position with his head down and continued to look down.Because the love part in "The Chalk Circle of the Caucasus" does not occupy the main body, he quickly closed the downloaded file and searched for others online.Just when he was about to see how the original version of "Luo and Zhu" was written, a piece of paper suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes, blocking his computer screen, so he could only start to read the words on the paper:

"Sorry, that's what I'm going to tell you... what's this?"

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Cheng Jiang pushed the note away slightly to see what was written on the rest of it.

"I had a flash of inspiration." Shen Jiqing said cheerfully, "Don't read it out loud, or you will be very embarrassed."

Cheng Jiang had no choice but to take the slip of paper and read Shen Jiqing's board, which looked like printed handwriting.What Shen Jiqing wrote was a short monologue of a male character. The whole story is very subtle. From the beginning, it seems that the protagonist is full of thoughts and evasions. It is not until the end that the atmosphere turns sharply and the word "death" is mentioned.Shen Jiqing's writing style is not bad. Although the words and sentences are very simple, but a few strokes also bring out a sense of sadness similar to the fragment of "Caucasus Chalk Circle".

"Why doesn't he dare to approach his lover?" Shen Jiqing didn't say it literally.

"Because," Shen Jiqing replied mysteriously, "he is not human. In my setting, he is a bit like Frankenstein's monster, but it can't be seen on the surface. I forgot in it wrote."

"Isn't Frankenstein's monster repelled just because it's made up of corpses and looks horrible?"

"He's different. His normal appearance is just a faux pas, and it won't last long. He knows he's different from everyone else. He wants to be a human being, but he always knows that he's essentially a piece of shit. So he wants to get the heroine's love and is afraid that she will know what he is like, so he becomes eager and inferior, and even wants to kill himself. But at the same time, the heroine doesn't know anything about him, so It can only be a misunderstanding between the two sides, and in the end, it will be to the point of death."

Cheng Jiang didn't comment on this, but just lowered his head and read it several times before saying:

"I think your idea is very good, and they will like it."

"But you... do you have any inspiration of your own right now?"

Cheng Jiang turned the paper over and over again.

"Well," Shen Jiqing stuffed the paper into his hands completely, "you can use my revision? You happen to know how to write scripts, so just add some content according to my foundation, add some other settings, and write a little more plumply. It was written by the two of us. Okay?"

Cheng Jiang turned his head and smiled at him, nodding while gently rubbing the center of his eyebrows with his fingers.

"Thank you."

He created a new document on the opened screen, put Shen Jiqing's note at hand, and began to type the short monologue written by Shen Jiqing while thinking.As he hit it, his temples began to throb, so he had to stop and wait for the force to pass.Shen Jiqing sat by and watched, and asked him:

"Do you have a headache?"

"No. It's just that I didn't sleep well. It doesn't hinder anything."

Shen Jiqing's eyes seemed to be still on him, and she asked again after a while:

"Didn't you sleep well on the bike?"

The characters on the screen walked back and forth by themselves, and it took him a while to react before he figured out what Shen Jiqing was asking him.Cheng Jiang responded again, rubbing his eyes at the same time, stopped his hands, and waited for Shen Jiqing to finish speaking.

"Then what do you do?"

"If you're really sleepy, you can fall asleep, right?" Cheng Jiang said a little uncertainly, "Then drink some coffee to refresh yourself before going out in the morning, and try not to fall asleep outside."

Shen Jiqing said "oh", sat there blankly, not knowing what she was thinking, and asked after a while:

"What do you think about when you can't sleep?"

"Hmm... some worrying things." Cheng Jiang looked at Shen Jiqing's hesitation and said with a smile: "I know it's useless to think about it, but I can't control it. Sometimes it's like this. Have you ever felt this way?" ?”

"Yes." Shen Jiqing replied, suddenly there was an inexplicable joy in her tone.He suddenly reached out to cover the computer, picked it up with one hand and put it aside, and with the other hand, he pulled Cheng Jiang up from the sofa.

"I'll teach you a way, and you'll fall asleep right away. Do you believe it?" Shen Jiqing took Cheng Jiang upstairs and pushed him into the bathroom without any explanation, "You go in and wash up first, and I'll keep you for an hour afterwards Neizhun can fall asleep, but if I can’t, I’ll... well, let’s think about it.”

The door is closed.

There is a large mirror on the wall of the bathroom on the second floor, which is round, but it does not fit [-]% with the gap left by the tiles on the wall, as if it was installed later.This always makes Cheng Jiang, who likes to be neat and tidy, look a little awkward.

Shen Jiqing's voice disappeared.He squeezed out a pea-sized amount of toothpaste, took half a glass of water, and brushed his teeth.He brushed the left, middle, and right areas of the upper and lower tooth sockets and the left, middle, and right areas of the upper and lower tooth surfaces for four and eight beats, rinsed his mouth, spit water, and then took a glass of water.Use half a cup of water to rinse off toothpaste residue, and half a cup of water to rinse your toothbrush.

Wait a mininute.

It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't thought about anything just now.When he was concentrating on brushing his teeth, he didn't worry about those unrealistic things at all.However, as soon as this thought came up, the disturbing years found him and asked him many questions again:

Where was I over the new wall?Did it disappear directly from the stone corridor?There weren't many people in the neighbors, and it would be discovered soon, and this would definitely become a big unsolved case.

wrong.If so, where did "I" go?

Or, the new wall is responsible for solving all subsequent problems.

Cheng Jiang went to the shower head and squatted down, stretched out one finger and stuck it on the cover of the water outlet, lifted it up and threw it aside as much as possible without touching it, and then stretched out three fingers to remove the metal pipe blocked there. Pick it up, and cover it back with a slipper on the hollowed-out lid.

He stood up straight and boiled the water.

Rebirth culture exists, is "rebirth" real?

He was suddenly more suspicious.Could it be that this world doesn't exist in the first place, but revolves around the consciousness of "I"?

He shuddered.

Cheng Jiang quickly took off all his clothes, and when he walked under the faucet, the water had just heated up.He drenches himself, then turns off the water and starts lathering himself.He boiled the water again, letting the residual heat in the water pipe pour down his head. He didn't turn it on too high, so there was only a thin stream of water.

Or is this world just a dream?

When he woke up, he was still in the new wall, alone, trapped in the cold bay and nightmare all his life.Maybe this world is fake.Perhaps everything he felt at present, including the water flowing through the body's lines, the sticky touch of the drain cover, and the hot and cold air, were all fake.It was all in his imagination.

Imagine yourself leaving Cold Bay, stepping out of the past, because only then can you enter a new life.

Imagine a healthy and happy Cynthia, escaping the nightmare that tormented him for 19 years.

Imagine joining an amateur theater troupe to discover your interests.

Picture Cat and his daughter, reminding himself of a past he's been trying to avoid.

Imagine Shen Jiqing, because...

Obvious.

Until now, until now, he suddenly realized that in the conversation with Shen Jiqing just now, as long as the "she" he had imagined changed his gender, he would be Shen Jiqing just like that.

Shen Jiqing was seven years older than him.Shen Jiqing has her own life.Shen Jiqing is cheerful, optimistic, and infectious... Shen Jiqing is his final fantasy about his illusory partner, and this fantasy lives next door, where he can see it every day.Was it because Shen Jiqing existed that he had such fantasies, or did Shen Jiqing appear because of his fantasies?

Cheng Jiang's hand resting on the switch behind his back trembled convulsively, and the temperature of the water in the nozzle dropped sharply, freezing him so much that he instantly broke his chain of thought.He stood in the ice water until he felt himself recovering, then switched back to hot water.

The dark, gentle water flowed over his skin, enveloping him, and he finished his final minutes of bathing peacefully.

He turned off the water, dried himself, put on clean pajamas, and cleaned the bathroom.He took a deep breath, trying to forget what he had been thinking in the bathroom.

He opened the door.

"Don't think about anything?" Cheng Jiang asked.

"Yes, close your eyes and don't think about anything." Shen Jiqing replied.

Cheng Jiang kept his eyes wide open in the dark, trying to see where the speaker was, but the curtains in the room had been drawn, the lights had been turned off, and even the corridor outside was pitch-black.He stretched out his hand that was outside the quilt towards the edge of the bed, and slowly touched it outward, but was flattened and pressed down by a hand that came from another direction.He just closed his eyes.

He tried several times and whispered:

"I can't think of nothing."

"Describe your difficulty."

"At first it was okay for a few seconds, and then I could hear the wind blowing outside. Then I thought, did I hear it, or did I think it? So I had to do it all over again. Then I would start Counting by myself, or I start imitating the onomatopoeia of the sounds I hear. I always think of something anyway.”

"Then think about something. Can you feel your little toe?"

"A little difficult."

"Concentrate on it, and then shift the focus to the big toe one by one, then the instep, the ankle, all the way up... You can see the order in the middle, and press my hand when you reach the top of your head. Is that okay?"

One of Cheng Jiang's knuckles under Shen Jiqing's palm was bent upwards.He has been sitting by the bed for a long time now, his eyes have adapted to the darkness, and while he is boredly waiting for that knuckle to move again, he is looking at Cheng Jiang's face.

"Cheng Jiang," he said suddenly, "do you know?"

"what do you know?"

"Ah, I won't tell you." He smiled slyly, "I'll tell you when you fall asleep."

It was almost twelve o'clock when Shen Jiqing returned to her room. Of course, the one-hour time limit had passed, but no one really checked the clock to count the time.

He closed the door, turned on the light, and started humming again. While singing, he walked to the opposite bookshelf, squinting at the small colorful stickers on it.

He thought: At this time next year, there will be a whole row of colorful stickers here, which will be very beautiful.

The so-called 30-day life guide is nothing more than a small cardboard box the size of a child's palm.Below are [-] small paper card stickers, each with a small picture on the front and something that may make people feel happy on the back.

The box is very small, and thirty sheets of paper are actually very few, if used every day, it will be used up in a month.

If you are reluctant to let it be fully used so quickly, try to use one card a month from opening.

Twelve months a year, such a small box can be used for two and a half years.

He hopes that the two and a half years will be a little slower.

There was still a short period of time before the last "jogging for 10 minutes" card was due, but the night before he felt so unbearable that he had to reduce two and a half years to two years and five months, eagerly Stretching into the small bright yellow paper box on the bookshelf, he took out a new sticker and looked at it over and over again.On the picture, a watercolor bird stands on a tree branch, next to floating musical notes.

He flipped the card over and it was written on the back: "Sing a song."

Can you really get happiness if you follow the words of a small paper box that costs less than 50 yuan?

Only a fool would believe it, but not being stupid had never brought him happiness before.He was the only one awake in the house now.He knelt on the ground in front of the bookshelf, felt out the medicine box, picked up the top half-opened small paper box familiarly, took out a white pill, threw it into his mouth, and poured it into a glass of cold water on the table. Swallowed.

He put away the boxes and boxes, stood up and took a few steps back, lay on his back on the bed, and closed his eyes.

A tiny drop of blood spattered from the girl's forehead.Cheng Jiang's big eyes opened tremblingly, like a villain lost in a maze full of monsters.This look made him feel very familiar.When had he ever seen that look himself?

Liu Jiangyin's smile.His face in the mirror.

20 years ago, a year ago, yesterday.

Are you the same as me?

In the dark, he smiled.The frozen smile went from opening to withering in a second, and it had already begun to droop, convulse, and deform.

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Cheng Jiang felt that the method taught by Shen Jiqing was quite useful.

While it must have taken more than an hour each time, it miraculously alleviated his delusions of being alone to a great extent and managed to keep him at least 5 hours of sleep a night.

Even so, 5 hours of sleep is clearly not enough.Cheng Jiang was planning to catch up on sleep over the weekend, but was called to her house by a message from Lin Suimeng, saying that several people wanted to discuss how to integrate the main plots currently planned.

"Your section can be used directly, and the setting can also be used directly. We will discuss other specific details later. Shi Bin is here today, and Lulu is the heroine. When we discuss, they will sort it out below. lines."

Cheng Jiang prefers the bus to the subway, because the subway is too dark.

Neither the S area nor the T area has subways, so he couldn't get used to it after he came out.He later found out a route to Lin Suimeng's house by bus. Although it would take a little longer each time due to traffic jams and other reasons, he still preferred this route.

Even better, because Shen Jiqing Community is the second stop of the line from the terminus, there are seats available every time you go.

On the way there, he planned to catch up on sleep, but his phone vibrated in his pocket, and it vibrated several times.His mobile phone does not seem to be connected to data, and he cannot receive telegram messages if he is not connected to the Internet outside, so it may only be text messages.The person who sent him a text message was either a spam advertisement or Cheng Yuegu.

Cheng Yuegu always called him and rarely sent him a message, but just to be on the safe side, he still opened his eyes and took out his phone.He slid the screen away and opened the information list. Inside, there were several links lying under Cheng Yuegu's name, and the details of the content were clearly written behind the links.He didn't know why at first, but the next message quickly followed——

Cheng Jiang's face changed instantly.

After a while, he turned off the page, put the phone away again, and closed his eyes.He didn't fall asleep all the way, at best he closed his eyes and rested his mind.

When Cheng Jiang walked into the gate of Lin Suimeng's house, You Lulu and Wei Shibin were sitting on the sofa and speaking to each other.

There are a total of four men in the troupe, and almost none of them are suitable for the leading role: one is too comedic, and although he expressed his desire to try acting, it makes people laugh no matter what; Wei Shibin originally He came in with his cousin, who had never been exposed to acting before, and always felt awkward when acting; the other boy was a little stiff, and could only play that kind of well-regulated role, so he couldn't let go when he played a role full of emotions ; and Cheng Jiang himself is shy and reticent, completely unable to play with the actress at a normal speed and tone, at best he can only play a scene in "Pleasant Grassland" and the like.The last few decision makers had no choice but to pull out the generals and force Wei Shibin, who had not made any contribution to the script, out.

Wei Shibin read dryly:

"I'm sorry. Really, I'm really sorry. Yes, this is what I'm going to say to you: I'm sorry."

"You exaggerate," You Lulu said, "This is an exaggerated stage play. Do you remember what Lin Suimeng said? Although our purpose is to remind the audience that they are just watching a play, the expression should be You have to express everything. You have to at least make the audience think that you are trying to act desperate, and no one wants to see you apologizing to the uncle who broke the window. Understand?"

Wei Shibin tried again.

You Lulu continued:

"I don't know."

"It's okay. I don't need you to understand, but I want to apologize to you, once, again, again. I can't help myself to go under your window sill, and spend my whole life expecting your pity, longing for you to poke your head out , forgive me."

"Did you do something bad? Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I love you."

"This is so weird. You don't have to apologize for loving me."

"But my love is not a good thing, not worthy of a beautiful lady. It is too fragile."

"What's wrong with fragile love? But all that is beautiful is delicate. The rose in front of my window will crumble and fall when the wind blows, but I will take care of it and protect it - and so will you. Your fragile love, I will keep it in the glass box and never let it get damaged in my place."

"It's too sad."

"What's wrong with being sad? I used to read poems written by sad poets and weep over the sad stories in them. Let's get a little romance out of sadness, my dear."

"It's so hopeless."

"What's so bad about despair? It's what brings us together. It makes us want to hold on to everything. It's all the more inseparable. It's what makes us who we are, doesn't it?"

"It's too heavy."

"What's wrong with being heavy? If you say that I am extremely important in your heart, even if I cry on my face, I will be happy in my heart."

"It's so filthy."

"But is there anything in this world that is not filthy? Stop it, so I don't want to listen to your useless chatter, let alone your retreat. If you are the hot and dazzling sun, I will follow you like a shadow and praise your moon You love me! And you, do you hear? No one has ever loved me like this, and there will be no love like this. I just want you to say a word, and I will jump off the window ledge and fly away with you. talk!"

"Ah, what can I say? You'll never get normal love with me. What do you want from me, my dear? Passion, romance, pleasure? But at the end of the day, you and I are Not the same person. I am just an ordinary, humble man who may bring you happiness, but do you know what you are? You are my comfort, my happiness, summer flowers, daytime, you are God! Oh, how I love you! That's why I couldn't help coming here to get your love. I want to be close to you, I want to swear to you forever, and I think maybe—no, I hope— Hope you can save me."

"I have three suggestions for you, Mr. Radio." You Lulu said, "First, don't feel like pulling your teeth when you say 'ah'. Tell me: Ah! Instead of, ah—"

Wei Shibin learned a sentence.

"Great, now tooth extraction has turned into spitting." She said sadly, then regained her composure: "Why don't you try to pronounce this sound as smoothly as possible, elongate it a bit, and drop it at the end , like a sigh. Come on, repeat the first sentence again."

"Ah, what can I say?"

"Yes, that's it, very good. The second thing is to pay attention to the progression of emotions, such as the sentence about the summer flowers in the daytime. You should be lighter at the beginning, then become more and more emotional, and finally yell out excitedly. We are not making a movie, but a stage play, so we need to exaggerate. Try it?"

"You are my consolation, my happiness, Xia—"

"Stop it. Would you like to try saying 'it's my happiness' in a happy tone?"

"Is my tone unhappy?"

"You look like a mourning concubine."

"Okay, then I'll try again." Wei Shibin said with a good temper.

The rest of the people sat on the second floor at this time and began to discuss the combination of script fragments.Because the previous request was simply a "resurrectional love story", six of the eight people who wrote the script wrote one of the characters to death.

"You can't die so many times," Lin Suimeng said jokingly, "I think the male and female protagonists can only die three times in total. If there are too many, it will be boring. What do you think? Think about it, the first time The audience is shocked when someone dies, and the second time around they might be a little bit sad, but after a lot of times they just think, oh, it's okay, they'll come back to life anyway, let's see What tricks do they have?"

"Then let's delete it and let each pair die once or twice. Let me see... let's change the old-fashioned ones like jumping off a cliff. Didn't they give this part of the script?"

"Did not give."

"Then delete it. Alright! Now there are only a few paragraphs left." Wei Xizhui spread a few pieces of printing paper on the table, "The problem now is how to combine them. Do you have any ideas?"

"Isn't it the same as doing the sorting order, just look at it row by row?" Lin Suimeng asked.

"Not necessarily." Cheng Jiang managed to insert a sentence, "You can also do other tricks."

"What kind of trick? Tell me."

"I sorted it out at random when I had nothing to do, so you can just listen to it." Cheng Jiang said anxiously, "I mean, the classification will be a little confusing, but..."

"It's okay, let's just listen casually." Lin Suimeng turned the pen, "Let's talk about it."

Cheng Jiang looked at her pen and signaled twice to borrow it, but the latter didn't understand it at all.He could only ask again:

"Can you use the pen for me?"

Cheng Jiang turned over the blank printing paper that had just been abolished, and drew a schematic diagram on the clean back.

"The first one is probably the one you mentioned before. I call it the 'domino style'. The characteristic of this combination method is that the plot is highly compact and interlocking. Before reaching the ending, each scene directly leads to For example, here, you see, it talks about the heroine and the hero having a secret tryst, but here it is directly written that they were chased and killed on the hill, and the hero was hacked to death. The two parts Cause and effect should be stronger, for example, because the father of the heroine discovered them, he bought a killer to kill him."

"Look, I think so too." Lin Suimeng said happily.

"The second, I call it the 'gyro style'. It has a single key setting, character behavior, or story theme, and it keeps kicking back and forth round and round according to this simple setting, but each round is From the shallower to the deeper, until the root of the story is revealed. For example... Well, let’s take the scene on the hill as an example. Forget it, let’s use the scene in front of the window I wrote. It’s like four scenes in the whole play, each The content of a scene is that the hero walks to the window of the heroine to talk, but the content can be recalling the previous tryst, the thrill of escaping, starting from the superficial things, and finally revealing step by step the truth that they cannot go far away together. The reason. This effect is that the audience will think about it for a moment in the middle, and finally suddenly realize the feeling."

"I didn't understand, but we can see if it suits you later." Wei Xizhui said, "It sounds quite interesting."

"The third type is what I call the "photo collection style", which means that it consists of many small stories with the same theme, but the content of the stories does not need to be too much connected. For example, I will first tell about the tryst of two men and women. In the story, another pair of different men and women were chased and killed, and finally a third pair of men and women were arguing in front of the window. The problems they encountered were all tribulations in love, but their identities were different, and each story was independent. existing."

"This one is okay too, and it's easier to understand than the last one." Lin Suimeng said, "But the performance might not be so interesting."

Others agree.

"The fourth is the 'clothesline style'. It's like hanging a lot of clothes on a rope, and there is a short story line. This is easier to understand: it is the structural technique in "Homecoming": the story itself is Elon Tess returns home by car, but there are a lot of relevant flashbacks and explanations interspersed in it, these are the real stories to be expressed, forming a dark line. In the end, both light and dark lines reach the end at the same time."

"Then how do you put it in this story?"

"You can also use the scene on the hill." Cheng Jiang thought for a while and said, "The bright line is that they are running for their lives, and the dark line is why they are running for their lives. There is also a fifth type: 'circular', this is the end. The plot is exactly the same as in the opening scene. The sixth type is called 'visual style', which is not used here, because this kind of scene has no plot, only highly visual scenes, and the purpose is to satisfy the audience visually."

"That's right, you know so much." Lin Suimeng said, "Then which category do you think this story should be placed in?"

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After discussing for a long time, they felt that it would be safer to use the most common "domino style" for the first attempt.At this time, Wei Shibin has already passed the long period of progress just now, and You Lulu is now talking about the third suggestion:

"And the phrase 'I hope you can save me', don't growl when you say it, your voice trembles a little."

"...I hope you can save me."

He trembled a little too much, so that You Lulu downstairs was silent for a long time, and began to show him in person, while the latter was stumbling and imitating cats and tigers.

The two girls on the second floor were discussing by themselves, and Cheng Jiang was sitting next to him, watching what they said, and taking notes on the printouts. He sometimes changed to a different color pen to write his suggestions for changes, and set aside a pen at the same time. Listen to the rehearsal downstairs.

"What? Are you in some difficult trouble?"

After Wei Shibin's hard work on the sense of progression just now, he can almost say naturally:

"No, no, no no. You don't understand, I love you."

"Then don't shirk, just come to me like a real man!"

"It's because I love you that I can't do this."

"What is the reason for this?"

"Because you are right to stay away from me. Go back! Ah, the color has faded from your face, but I must say this. Turn your back, young lady, and don't look at me, don't be dragged down by me .Let me fend for myself, let me sink to the bottom of the ocean, where I belong—”

Wei Shibin paused for a moment, took a deep breath, and roared with all his might:

"Let me die!"

When he came down, the whole house fell silent, and Cheng Jiang felt that the table on which he was lying was shaking a little for no reason.Lin Sui, who had been conscientiously discussing the direction of the plot before, jumped up and rushed behind the railing in a dream, watching the excitement downstairs with great interest.

Cheng Jiang didn't stand up, but heard Wei Shibin downstairs said rather embarrassedly:

"Don't I have to advance here too? I push too hard at the front, but it's not good at the back."

"Do you want to scare our precious audience to death?...Then you can advance to the 'place where you belong' and try to weaken later. It's better to tremble and tremble again, but not too much."

Cheng Jiangzheng was flipping through a few pages of the printing paper in his hand, adding transition words between two scripts written by two unknown people, but the constant shouts, strong or weak, made him feel ashamed. Messy, writing but don't know what to write.It took a long time for the downstairs to quiet down. It seemed that it had entered an intermission, and even the music was played.

But I don't know whose mobile phone played the song. Cheng Jiang listened to a few sentences and felt that it was neither Chinese nor English. The tune was gentle and very pleasant.

Wei Xizhui suddenly remembered and said, "The protagonist hasn't given a name yet."

Lin Suimeng waved her hand: "This story is very Western, so let's use foreign names, and it's easy to find."

"I think Lisa and George are fine."

"...Do you still dare to be more perfunctory?"

Lin Suimeng seems to like the kind of names with unique meanings and twists and turns.She checked on her mobile phone for a long time, and found a foreign name with twists and turns, and the meaning behind it was very unique, like a "sacred flower".Wei Xichai didn't care about the name, waved his hand and said:

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you."

Cheng Jiang turned the pen, turned back to the first chapter, and wrote down the heroine's name on the title page.Lin Suimeng and Wei Xizhui then discussed and came up with the names of the male protagonist and the supporting roles, which he carefully wrote down and marked with different colored markers.

Several songs were played in succession in the living room, and when one song ended, the prelude to the next one started again.Cheng Jiang thought the tune was very familiar at first, but couldn't tell where he heard it.He stopped writing again, listened to a few words carefully, and then suddenly remembered its source.

I asked the moon.

"I don't want to hear a lullaby, Mom." Four or five-year-old Cheng Jiang shrank under the quilt and said.

"I know this one, anyway, it's for coaxing you to sleep. Is there any difference between the song and the song?"

Cheng Jiang pulled the quilt up, only showing one eye to look at her.

It was a pleading look.

Cheng Yue leaned back on the chair, tucked her hair behind her ears several times, revealing a white face with a little tiredness between her brows.Still, she compromised:

"Okay, I heard this on the plane before, but I don't have words, so just listen to it."

"What is an airplane?"

Cheng Yue was silent.The child knew from past experience that it was best not to ask when she didn't want to say anything, so she closed her eyes and thought regretfully:

Tonight's bedtime song is gone.

But Cheng Yuegu suddenly said:

"You'll know later. When you grow up, mom will take you on the plane, okay?"

"Okay."

Then, Cheng Yuegu, who was uncharacteristically obedient to him that night, started humming.Her voice is ten