Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

He Lanba waited in the tea restaurant in Emperor Plaza for more than half an hour, and finally saw Yan Fei, and couldn't help but feel relieved.In the afternoon, when he called Yan Fei to propose the cooperation plan, the other party still seemed hesitant, but since everyone has come now, this matter is considered to be a sign.

When Yan Fei was invited to dinner, he didn't mention what he said on the phone, but just reminiscing about the old days with the other party. The two talked about the four years in Geng Ying, whether it was long or short.Yan Fei graduated early, and He Lanba was in his third year of high school, but he didn't take it too seriously. He liked the atmosphere of the university very much, and after graduation, there was no such thing as taking classes or going to the library.

"I thought about what you said for a long time on the way..."

He Lanba paused while picking up the food, but Yan Fei didn't expect Yan Fei to mention it first, so he didn't say anything, and listened attentively while drinking water.

"Chen Gongzi very much hopes that An Jiamian can join the new film, and has great expectations for me. I have revised the script many times. First, I showed it to Chen Minglun and Director Yan, but it was still not satisfactory," Yan Fei put down her chopsticks , frowned and looked at the pickled pepper beef tenderloin on the plate, "To be honest, if I just come up with a good book, I can do it too, but Chen Minglun must challenge Zhao Yi, and must win An Jiamian, to be honest I don't have that confidence, I heard that the screenwriter Zhao Yi and the others hired is a very powerful screenwriter in Korea, Park Hwan-sung, you know."

He Lanba was a little surprised. Of course he had heard of Park Huancheng. Last year's Tokyo International Film Festival's jury prize winner "Chasing the Murderer" was written by Park Huancheng. "Chasing the Murderer" is hailed as the most beautiful suspense film in Korea. No wonder Yan Fei is not confident, but this makes him eager to try: "Then what do you think of my suggestion?"

"I know your strength, brother, but the problem is that Chen Minglun is very self-willed, and Director Yan's impression of you is only an eight o'clock soap opera." Yan Fei lowered her eyes and shook her head, "I don't think I hope..."

"You didn't understand what I meant," He Lanba interrupted her, "I never intended to let Chen Minglun and Director Yan know about this."

Yan Fei raised her eyes and stared at the person across the table in surprise: "You mean..."

He Lanba pushed his glasses and leaned back on the sofa: "They don't need to know that there is always only one screenwriter, and that is you. I have always been the shooter," he shrugged with a smile, "I don't intend to make an exception this time. "

Yan Fei blinked: "But...why?" This is a movie script, and the investment is huge. Is there really someone who doesn't care about authorship?

He Lanba didn't intend to tell the origin behind it, Xia Huixing was gone, but he still wanted to leave a clean reputation in the hearts of those who still remembered her.So he scratched his hair with a smile: "To be honest, I've been a little tight recently. You know, TV drama scripts have a long cycle and little money, so they can't solve my anxiety. Movie scripts are different."

Yan Fei was still puzzled: "But, as a shooter, you can't sign a contract with the producer."

"I'm your shooter, of course it's your responsibility." He Lanba went to the dining table, put a piece of beef tenderloin into Yan Fei's bowl graciously, and put down his chopsticks, "They're all old classmates. I can trust you. You can trust me too."

Yan Fei looked at Helan Ba ​​with his forearms folded on the table, looking like a student, and was in a daze.

He Lanba definitely didn't know that she had secretly admired him back then.

At first, she was only interested in this senior brother who always had nothing to do, because she found that this senior brother He Lan, who was always talking about "fuck" and "I'll go", was homely and slovenly, In fact, she would go to the library to read regularly every week. At that time, she was working part-time in the library. In the extremely cold foreign language reading room, Helanba would read books every Thursday afternoon, sitting alone in the almost empty reading room. In the same seat by the window, from Greek tragedy to American modern tragedy, Fitzgerald and Asimov, he is obviously such a careless person, once he calms down and reads a book, it is like a different person, and he concentrates again And quiet, as if no one can disturb his world.

There is no air-conditioning in the reading room, but he is hot and rainy, and he often trots in when it rains, and only opens an umbrella when he holds a book in his hand.

After finishing her work-study program in the library, she made up her mind to get to know this brother.That day, Helanba came to the reading room on time at two o'clock in the afternoon, put the library card on her desk, and went to the bookshelf to find books as usual. She hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed.

He Lanba, who was wearing a white shirt, was standing between two long rows of bookshelves, stroking the spines of the rows of books with her fingers, she opened her mouth to say hello, but suddenly felt a little cramped, and the ordinary greeting stuck in her throat.

She was clearly wearing a crumpled white shirt, and there were a bunch of mud spots on the bottom of her trousers, but she felt that walking among the slanted lights and shadows of the bookshelves, Helan Ba, who seemed to be surrounded by the fragrance of books around her, had a sense of distance that was hard to match.Just like the senior that every Huaichun girl would look forward to in middle school, quiet, excellent, a little cold, always wearing a spotless white shirt, a slender figure standing by the bookshelf, holding a book of Wordsworth The collection of poems of Adams or Shelley, like those otherworldly, young and noble white mages in western fantasy novels.

She retreated, thinking about it now, there is still a little regret.She smiled at He Lanba across the dining table: "Can it be done?"

"I have confidence in us." He Lanba crossed his hands and rested his chin, the light of the restaurant was reflected on the lenses of the black-framed mirror, which erased the sharpness in his eyes that was bound to win.

He Lanba drove Yan Fei back so that he could further exchange scripts. He went downstairs to the tea restaurant to see how lively the parking space was, and a group of boys were enthusiastically taking pictures around a lead gray Lamborghini.Yan Fei didn't know much about cars, but He Lanba couldn't help but glance at them, good guy!It turned out to be a Reventon!

He said to Yan Fei: "Wait!" Then he walked quickly to the Reventon, raised his phone and snapped a picture, framing himself in it.

Yan Fei couldn't laugh or cry when she got in the car and asked, "Is that car worth taking pictures?"

While reversing the car, He Lanba said in the tone of a brother teaching a sister: "Since you are a screenwriter, these also belong to the common sense you must understand. That car is a limited edition of Lamborghini, and there are only twenty in the world. It is not uncommon to see this car. It was cruel to myself to take a picture."

"You want to post it on Weibo?" Yan Fei looked back at the limited-edition sports car that was fading away, and happened to see a tall man in a black casual suit walking quickly down the steps of the Emperor Building, and they were scrambling to avoid it. Among the open onlookers, they opened the cool scissor doors and got in.The chassis of the sports car is very low, and the long legs retracted by the man when he stepped into the driver's seat are particularly slender and sexy.The uplifted car door was pulled down, Reventon turned on the herringbone taillights under the envious eyes of everyone, and the V12 engine roared suddenly, causing passers-by in the whole street to look sideways.

"I'm not so ostentatious, just set it as a mobile phone screen to show off to the people around me." He Lanba shook his mobile phone twice, heard the roar of the super sports car, and glanced at the rearview mirror intoxicated , raised his eyebrows and said, "It really benefits the masses."

At ten o'clock in the evening, He Lanba returned home with Yan Fei's script. There was no one in the living room, but two wall lamps were on. He changed his shoes and came in. He glanced upstairs. The door of the master bedroom was closed. Should have been asleep.He went into the bathroom to fill up the bath water, and when the water was running, he sat on the sofa in the living room and flipped through the script, and fell headlong into it after flipping through it.

Yan Fei is very "professional" in writing scripts. First of all, she will always keep the budget in mind. When writing any plot, she will consider whether the budget can support it. This is completely contrary to his habits. For example, if the plot can be carried out on the Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur, He will never just find a skyscraper to house his protagonists just because of the budget.Although taking the Petronas Twin Towers or Skyscraper A as the shooting location does not have much influence on the main line of the plot, the Petronas Twin Towers in Kuala Lumpur obviously inspires the screenwriter more than an unimaginable skyscraper A. Once the plot is set in Kuala Lumpur The Twin Towers, then the protagonist and the villain confront each other on the sky bridge, accompanied by a certain conductor conducting Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyrie" in the Dewan Concert Hall, the rumbling timpani, the tumbling strings, and the fierce competition outside the sky bridge The torrential rain, thunder and lightning echo each other, so that the magnificent picture can naturally appear in the screenwriter's mind.

Secondly, Yan Fei wrote the script very meticulously, so detailed that the plot seems a bit straightforward, although it is not lost, it also lacks bright spots.He remembered that Yan Fei once changed a comic script, and he happened to have read that comic as well.Because I try too hard to reproduce the feeling of the comics, the plots that are obviously very emotional in the comics become procrastinated and boring when I look at them.The reason is that the storyboards in comics are divided into size and severity, and the rhythm of reading comics is in the hands of readers, but the storyboards in movies cannot be zoomed in or out. If the storyboards in comics are shown in detail, the rhythm will be slow However, the audience couldn’t skip the transitional part, so they were kidnapped by the screenwriter in the movie theater, endlessly enduring the foot-binding rhythm of the story. Of course, this defect can be avoided if they meet a good director, but a good director There are not many directors after all.

Of course, these are not the most important. According to Yan Fei herself, she thinks the biggest problem with this book is that it is not attractive enough.

This is a suspense drama, tentatively titled "Night Blindness". There is nothing to criticize about the suspense part. What he cares about is not whether the script is attractive enough, but whether it is enough to attract An Jiamian.After watching for a while, he unconsciously shook his head.The script is about the police encountering a difficult serial murder case. An Jiamian will play the role of a criminal psychologist. A few years ago, he gave up his identity as a criminal psychologist because of a wrong psychological profiling that resulted in the murder of an innocent person. , in front of an ordinary librarian at the university.This time the police came to ask him to help, but he refused.It wasn't until a student who had always admired and encouraged him was killed that the protagonist finally decided to go back to work and bring the murderer to justice.This is a very classic Hollywood-style suspense drama, with the themes of individual heroism and redemption running through it. It can be seen that the screenwriter tried his best to elevate the script, but this script may not be able to attract An Jiamian.

He Lanba tapped on the script, and said silently: This kind of inspirational heroic drama is too stereotyped, and An Jiamian's too handsome and elegant image will blur what the script wants to express. He is too easy to catch, he must find a way to make this character extremely difficult to play, so as to attract the idea of ​​An Jiamian, who is very ambitious.

While watching, He Lanba touched the lighter on the coffee table, intending to light a cigarette and study it slowly, but he didn't find the lighter, but suddenly heard the sound of flooding in the bathroom, and he suddenly remembered that he had put the water on, and hurriedly He rushed to the bathroom to turn off the water, and the overflowing water wet his entire pants.

He Lanba shook his head, the script can be as exciting as it is, but real life is always full of such trivial matters.

Ten minutes later, He Lanba finally soaked in the warm water, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard movement in the living room, and he sat up from the bathtub with a crash: "Kai Molong?"

The living room was silent for a while, and Kaimeron's dull voice came through the door: "Is there only milk in your refrigerator?" After a pause, he continued, "And it's expired."

"Ah, really? I always forget to drink." He Lanba leaned back into the bathtub again, raised his head and snorted contentedly, then asked Kai Molong, "Are you thirsty? There is a kettle in the kitchen, plug it in You can drink it in a few minutes. My place is relatively simple, so don’t be surprised!”

There was no sound outside, maybe Kai Molong went to the kitchen to boil water.

He Lanba thought that Kai Molong had already finished boiling the water and went upstairs, so he came out of the bathroom and went to the kitchen to find a piece of ham to read the script, but he saw Kai Molong wearing a black nightgown, leaning against the kitchen with his arms folded At the dining table, staring at the night outside the window, holding a cup in his hand and drinking one after another.He understood and said: "Still thinking about what happened in the morning? Do you have any clues?" He took a ham from the refrigerator, tore it open and took a bite, and stood beside Kaimelong.

Kemeron looked sideways at him, frowned, and handed him the cup in his hand.

He Lanba subconsciously took the warm water glass, and Kaimolong took the cold ham out of his other hand without any hassle.He Lan said that I was not thirsty, but under the long-term watchful eyes of Kaimolong, he still took a sip, another sip, and another sip... When the water in the glass was gone, Kaimolong took another sip. Take the glass and give him back the ham.

"I just set up a contact group on your phone," Cameron said, "I'm the first one."

He Lanba was holding the ham that was warmed by Kai Molong, and he was a little confused about the way this person said: "Ah, why?"

Kaimelong put down his arms wrapped around his chest, put them into the pocket of his pajamas, looked at the night scene outside the window and said, "As you said, I offended a very powerful guy, and I don't want to implicate you."

"A passer-by like me, they won't be able to deal with me." He Lanba took a bite of the ham, smacking his lips, no good, the core of the ham is still cold, why don't you cover it for me again, brother cover?

"How do you know that you are a passer-by?" Kaimeron turned to him.

Helanba saw Kaimolong's half-exposed chest under the black nightgown at a glance. He couldn't see it when he was holding his arms before, but now it was in his pocket, and his smooth texture was clearly visible under the smudged moonlight.He Lanba lost his mind and blinked: "...What did you just say?"

Kaimeron raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "It's nothing." As he spoke, he lowered his head and fastened the nightgown slowly.

He Lanba's teeth ached at the action of cherishing flesh like gold, they are all old men, as for it?I just admire you, and besides, you have cultivated your body into this golden ratio, isn't it for others to see? Is it still for you to be alone—what am I thinking? !It's only been a few days since I've known each other before I start to dream about things!The otaku screenwriter couldn't help but slap himself secretly.

Kai Molong smiled beside him, his laughter was like the sound of wind passing through tall buildings, it was cool and sweet: "Are there mosquitoes?"

He Lanba supported his forehead, pressed down on the twitching forehead, and slapped himself dozens of times in his heart, calling you so cute!

"I don't mean anything else, I just feel cold." Cameron said.

He Lanba translated these words for a long time before realizing that Kai Molong was explaining the action of putting on his nightgown just now.It's over, which means that people don't know what he was looking at just now.It is undeniable that he has a great affection for Kaimeron, which partly stems from Kaimeron's incomparable physique, and partly stems from his own instinct of always unconsciously favoring outstanding members of the same sex.But he didn't want the other party to misunderstand anything, and no matter how much he admired Kaimeron, no matter how much he was driven by instinct, it was impossible for him to have that kind of thought about the other party: "I still think it's pretty good, your physique."

Kaimolong lowered his head and looked at himself: "Really? I'm not interested in this body at all." As he said that, he raised his eyes to look at the young man wearing a big black-framed mirror, his eyes darkened, "Actually, I like you more. of."

He Lanba couldn't help laughing: "Are you kidding me? What's the point of clear soup with little water?"

Kai Molong looked out of the window and fell into memories: "In high school, there was a senior who was a year older than me, with a white shirt, straight black school pants, and glasses like you, but the frameless ones. , sometimes I feel that almost all the girls in the school have a crush on him," said the voice trembling hoarsely, "later I realized that it was called jealousy."

"It's not surprising that boys are jealous." He Lanba smiled, "You can definitely compare with that senior now." Enough to make people complain.

"No, he's still perfect." The half-race handsome man looked away from the window and turned to him, with a kind of drunken happiness in his smile, "I'm still very jealous."