Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

At three o'clock in the morning, He Lanba drank strong tea and worked overtime to revise the movie script. When he wrote the script, he would completely turn off his mobile phone and disconnect the Internet, but before that, he would check the information. Xu Mu swiped the screen on WeChat and QQ to urge He handed in the script, but he glanced at it and ignored it.Unplug the network cable, the world suddenly quiet down.He took out a white headband from the drawer, tied it on his forehead, rolled up his sleeves and opened the WORD document, the mirror reflecting white light was very cool, handsome, domineering and indifferent.

After retreating in the dark for an unknown number of days, He Lanba finally opened the door of his bedroom like a walking dead, still unable to completely escape from the plot, he stood on the balcony in a daze, squinted his eyes and raised his head under the glare of the sun, white His headband fluttered in the wind, and he felt that his whole body was rejuvenated, in exchange for a few aunts in the next building looking sideways for a while.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, I planned to eat a few hams to satisfy my hunger, but I didn’t expect to open the freezer and found that there were cooked food bought from the supermarket, fried rice, millet ribs, lamb chops... There are several large boxes, and I used the microwave oven You can eat it hot.

He didn't intend to get involved in Mr. Kai Molong's food, but there was a yellow sticky note on it. He Lanba took out one of the boxes and took a look. It was written in a chic round script - Mr. Helan, pleaseeatme: )

He Lanba leaned back against the dining table and laughed, tossing and weighing the lamb chops in his hand, as if afraid of his hesitation, even the back of the box said Pleasepleaseeatme!

"It makes me really reluctant to eat it..."

After heating up the food, he went upstairs and knocked on Kaimeron's door, but unfortunately there was no one there.He Lanba had to sit alone in front of the coffee table, facing the large boxes of delicacies stacked on the coffee table, holding the chopsticks between his hands in a serious gesture, and then lifted the lid and started happily.

Speaking of which, Kai Molong is more than two months younger than himself, He Lanba thought while eating the lamb chops, when the police asked Kai Molong for his ID card, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the date of birth on the passport. It's more than two months old.He glanced at the stack of playful sticky notes beside the coffee table, and he actually put them there neatly and didn't throw them away... What please please eat me, He Lanba smiled and shook his head, as expected, he was still two months younger.

Yan Fei liked the revised script very much, and immediately called him excitedly after reading the script that night.

"As long as you like it." He Lanba's dinner is still Kaimolong's eatme, and he said to the phone while eating, "No matter how you change it, it can't go against your original intention."

"It's just the icing on the cake! It feels like a book that can only get seven points in Doujiao, but after being revised by you, you can get nine points!" Yan Fei said excitedly, "Honestly, do you really don't want to sign it? This is for you It's not fair, if Director Yan and Chen Minglun are satisfied after reading the script, I can fight for it for you..."

The chopsticks of He Lanba's subordinates stopped, and he suddenly thought of Xu Mu who pretended to serve food and toast to his gunner screenwriters at the dinner, and thought of more people who didn't even show their face, and enjoyed it with peace of mind with a few cheap money Those so-called famous screenwriters who were working hard on others could not help but smile, and said softly: "Yan Fei, you will be a good screenwriter."

The phone was silent.

"But no need," He Lanba smiled smartly, "I'm not interested in signing, I'm very happy that this book can be signed by your name."

Yan Fei didn't say anything more.However, they still have a long way to go to win. No matter how well the book is improved, even if they can score 9.9 points in Doujiao, failing to get into An Jiamian's eyes is tantamount to a crushing defeat.Originally, he should have been worried about this problem, but, rubbing the ham in his hand, He Lanba found that instead of worrying about An Jiamian's feedback, he was actually distracted thinking about why the ham became hot after Kaimolong held it for a while, so he rubbed it by himself. It's not hot for a long time.

As soon as the phone call with Yan Fei ended, Xu Mu's hotline dialed in. He Lan Baren's phone rang for a long time, but he still answered the phone.

"He Lan, you haven't turned on the phone these days, are you rushing to catch up on the script?" Mr. Xu Mu's tone was not without anxiety, and he also complained, "I have handed in the last ten episodes, and you are too slow this time." Ah, what are you doing..."

He Lanba originally wanted to say "soon" perfunctorily to Xu Mu, but he opened his mouth and stopped.The sky was getting dark and the lights in the living room hadn't been turned on. He looked up at the high ceiling and had the illusion that Xia Huixing was peeking at him mischievously from a high place. He suddenly wanted to be Xia Huixing's hero one last time. , even if it is unwise...

"I'm not writing," he said.

"What?" Xu Mu thought he had misheard, "What did you say?"

"Please ask someone else to be clever." He Lanba hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

He slid on the ground, leaned against the sofa behind him, raised his head, and stretched.Goodbye, the life of looking forward and looking backward, from now on I will either be destroyed or put to death and then reborn.

The result was that Xu Mu swiped the screen and threatened him for a week in a row, and the high liquidated damages were written on his QQ in blood-red No. [-] fonts. He Lanba, who was drinking milk at the other end of the screen, sprayed a mouthful of milk onto the LCD screen.

The otaku screenwriter propped his forehead with his hands, regretting his recklessness. At this time, another message popped up on QQ. He Lan said to himself whether he was playing or not, but when he saw it, he found that it was from Yan Fei.

——Your phone is turned off, so I will inform you here, senior, An Jiamian has decided to take on "Night Blindness"! !

He Lanba read this message over and over several times before finally getting bloody.

--real?

——Well, I just had dinner with An Jiamian, Chen Minglun and Director Yan. An Jiamian really likes this script, and I can feel that he likes your adaptation!Because he kept asking me how I came up with the idea of ​​setting the protagonist to be blind. This change strengthened the tension of the plot from beginning to end!Senior, I wanted to tell him several times that you are the hero of this book!

Yan Fei typed out this passage several times. He Lanba looked at Yan Fei who had been in the typing mode and sent one after another so that he had no chance to intervene, and he couldn't help but laugh.In fact, he was also very excited. If he could hear An Jiamian's views on the script with his own ears, it would be complete.

He Lanba couldn't help but searched An Jiamian's Weibo. Unexpectedly, An Jiamian posted a photo of eating with Yan Fei on Weibo 10 minutes ago, and the number of retweets exceeded 10 in just [-] minutes.An Jiamian is not a person who often posts on Weibo, and he rarely posts photos of himself on Weibo, let alone photos with others. He often only posts photos of himself for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.This shows that An Jiamian really appreciates Yan Fei.This photo alone is enough to make Yan Fei stand out from the unknown new generation of screenwriters.

Of course An Jiamian would choose this script, because this script was not written for the purpose of winning the best screenplay and best movie. When revising the script, he only had five words in his mind - Best Actor.An Jiamian may never come across a second script like this in his life, and he will never write a second script like this again.

He Lanba left a message on Xia Huixing's QQ - An Jiamian chose your Helan Brother's book, and I will avenge you.

Xia Huixing's profile picture is a photo of him in high school, it is gray and will never light up again.He Lanba reviewed the chat records of the two of them bit by bit.Xia Huixing likes to collect QQ emoticons, he is now flipping through the pages, and the pages are full of exaggerated and funny GIF pictures, and he doesn't like to use emoticons, but he often makes Xia Huixing send more funny words. Lots of laughing emoticons.

The Tuzki onion was still there, twisting and rolling, and the Roaring Emperor was still roaring energetically... It was like Xia Huixing was still alive.Fog appeared on Helan Ba's glasses. He turned off the chat history, then found Xu Mu's threatening message, and typed it in a crackling way——Sorry, Mr. Xu, the owner of this account won't play with you anymore. Come to him again when writing a script for a movie with an investment of hundreds of millions.

Xu Mu had obviously been online waiting for an opportunity to catch him, and immediately replied to him in big blood-red characters——you are so fucking fart, return the movie script at your level, let's make your spring and autumn dream come true!

He Lanba wanted to shock him with the facts, but he couldn't say anything about it. He was aggrieved to death, and he deeply experienced the unknown loneliness of a hidden merit and fame.Everyone wants to be Captain America, but there are always people who only want to be Batman and Superman...

Screenwriter He, who was as lonely as snow, got up from the swivel chair, and suddenly there was a "click", and the otaku screenwriter bowed and stiffly supported a corner of the desk.Your sister is flashing her waist...

When Kai Molong walked into the dimly lit living room, the otaku screenwriter was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, with an unfathomable posture in meditation.

Kai Molong turned on the headlight in the living room, forgot to take the scarf, and walked forward with scattered snow on his head: "What are you doing?"

"Do yoga." Not wearing glasses, He Lanba looked at Kai Molong who was walking towards him, and felt that the other party's chin was hidden behind the scarf, and he seemed to be smiling but not smiling.He asked narrowly, "Would you like to try it too, to try the combination of hardness and softness?"

Kai Molong thought for a while: "Am I just you soft?"

He Lanba laughed loudly: "Mr. Kai Molong, you are two months younger than me and still trying to take advantage of me..."

Kai Molong's eyes flashed suddenly: "...how do you know that I am two months younger than you?"

He Lanba changed his posture and lay flat on the soft cushion, put his hands by his side, slowly raised his left leg, and kept a straight upward posture at [-] degrees: "The last time you showed your passport to the police, I scanned it. One glance."

Kaimeron didn't speak, and the light in his eyes dimmed instantly.

He Lanba was about to put down his left leg, but his ankle was caught off guard by something and stopped in mid-air.He looked down in surprise, under the soft light of the wall lamp, Cameron's elongated shadow silently enveloped him, and Kameron's right hand, which was wearing a full-finger glove, was holding between his calf and ankle.

The black leather gloves were covered with a layer of icy rain and snow. He Lanba only felt his skin tremble through the thin sweatpants. All have to be turned upside down illusion.He stared blankly at Kaimeron, who was wrapped in three scarves and opened his blue straight coat, and was meticulously supporting his legs: "What are you... doing?"

Kaimeron's chin was lifted out of the scarf, and his breath was filled with a trace of damp white air: "Didn't you let me support you?"

The tone sounded a bit teasing, and vaguely angry, but Helan Ba ​​thought it must be an illusion caused by not wearing glasses: "This is yoga, not sit-ups..."

Only then did Kaimeron raise his eyebrows as if in a daze, and retracted his hands unhurriedly. When his hands in full-fingered gloves were gently inserted back into his pockets, the cloth rubbed against the fabric, making a short rustling sound, but he still stood there condescendingly looking down. with him.

He Lanba thought that he would finish this set of actions calmly, but even if Kai Molong didn't move or speak, it still made him feel like he was on pins and needles, so he had to change the subject stiffly: "Oh yes, thank you EATME!"

Kai Molong lowered his head, stepped out of the slippers, and stepped on the cushion under He Lanba's astonished gaze. He Lanba felt as if the entire cushion was flattened as soon as Kaimolong stepped up.The beautiful mixed-race man in a royal blue coat pushed back the hem of his coat, sat down peacefully on a corner of the cushion, put his hands on his knees and looked at him: "How can you thank me?"

He Lanba squinted his eyes to see Kai Molong's expression, because that "Thank you so much" was really arrogant.But the current state of the two of them looks like one is lying on the bed and the other is sitting on the edge of the bed... Not good, the otaku screenwriter with overcompensation sat up straight away.

"Is this also a yoga pose?" Kemeron asked, the edge of the scarf touched his lips, as if even his voice was hairy and strange.

He Lan said bluntly, are you really mocking me? She got up and touched the glasses on the coffee table and put them on. After taking a breath to prepare her mentally, she turned and looked at Kaimolong who was still sitting on the cushion.The handsome mixed-race man's expression was as warm and friendly as ever, and he was short of growing a pair of white wings to hug him.Why is there such a difference between what the ears hear and what the eyes see? He Lanba was a little dazed, and asked dully, "...how can I thank you?"

"Can you do me a favor?" Kai Molong said with a charming smile.

It was rare for He Lanba to meet Kai Molong asking for something from him, and he always felt that the beautiful Kai Molong had returned to normal, so he smiled cheerfully: "No problem, as long as I can help."