Little Gold Cup and Big BMW

He Lanba hooked Kai Molong's white woolen cardigan with one hand and threw it over his shoulder, and Kai Molong carried his black messenger bag on one shoulder. They were walking through the long tree-lined avenue. They didn't speak to each other, but the atmosphere was very strange The ground is not awkward and cramped at all, the golden fallen leaves are rustling under the feet, and the whole tree-lined road seems to be melted by the sunlight, it is soft, as if it will be covered with gold when you step on it.The youth on the bicycle is full of vigor and high spirits, and the golden color is rising behind him. After playing basketball, the boys put their shoulders together and whistle to greet each other. The girl looks at her friend as she walks, with smiles on her lips...

He Lanba felt as if he was drifting forward unconsciously along a long glowing river. On both sides of the river were the shadows of youth, which flashed like flying catkins and flowers. Slowly, the vision ahead opened up, and the river merged into the the sea.At the end of the boulevard is the Xueyang Square. Every evening, the old professor would come to feed the flocks of pigeons with a cane, and this moment was no exception. He Lanba stopped in his tracks when he saw the scene in front of him, and Kai Molong walked up to him. The side asked: "Why don't you leave?"

"Walk over there, and the pigeons will fly away." He Lanba took down the white sweater and folded his hands in his arms, for fear of disturbing the cozy old man and the cooing fat pigeons.I don't know why, but he thinks this day is extraordinarily beautiful, everything in front of him is very beautiful, sometimes it is so beautiful, you will feel sad, because the good things are often only moments.

Kai Molong just smiled: "It will fly back."

He Lanba watched Kai Molong walk over like this, the gray pigeons spread their wings and flew high beside him, crowding his field of vision with a crash, the old professor raised his head with a cane, it seemed that he was not disturbed, but showed a happy smile on the contrary. smiley.

Kai Molong's back looked a little familiar at that moment, He Lan Baxu opened his eyes, and had a wonderful sense of sight, as if the same thing happened a long time ago, the same dusk, the same pigeon, the same clubbing An old man with a cane, and a tall, long-legged, handsome mixed-race man.But he understands that this sense of instantaneity is just a joke played by the brain with you, mistakenly labeling things that have not been experienced as memories.But this kind of joke is as magical as fate in the eyes of those who don't know it. He Lan said domineeringly, it's a pity that I am an insider.Kai Molong suddenly stopped at the other side of the square, turned his head towards him, and raised his hand to make a gesture of five. The otaku screenwriter tilted his head in confusion, thinking that you want me to play GIVEMEFIVE with you so far away?Kai Molong's waist and shoulders sank helplessly, and he raised his finger to point out the distance between them. He Lanba suddenly realized, cursed and ran over quickly.

The pigeons in the square flew up again, and when a pigeon fluttered its wings, it caught Kaimolong's knitted sweater in his hand. He Lanba accidentally let go of his hand, and the pure white coat was whirled up by the pigeon. The otaku screenwriter Hastily strode forward and caught the clothes accurately before it fell to the ground.Kai Molong crossed his arms and smiled happily: "It's so desperate."

He Lanba was holding up the dress to see if it had been rubbed with pigeon feces, and wanted to casually say, "Of course it's my wife's clothes." When he looked up and saw the smiling face that could be used as a textbook for warm men, he thought to himself, forget it, sell it. Dimpled to save face, and flung the clothes over her shoulders chicly.

It was getting late when we left the school, and He Lanba pointed to the direction of Gate No. [-]: "It's convenient to call a taxi this way."

"Why do you want to take a taxi?" Kai Molong took out the car keys while walking, and there was a "beep" sound of unlocking the car in front of him.

He Lanba stared wide-eyed at the white BMW X5 on the side of the road. At this time, the street lights were not on yet, but he felt that a chase light hit the SUV.newly bought?But it's not right, the glossy black windshield of the BMW X5 is reflecting his surprised face contemptuously. This car has a proud face, it is definitely Geng AGV999!

He went around to the front of the car to look at the license plate, and the license plate was indeed Geng AGV999. Of course, it is not uncommon for a new car to have an old license plate.

He Lanba looked up and down the spotlessly shiny X5 Jun, but he couldn't see any trace of a car accident. He adjusted his glasses, wondering if the prescription had deepened again?Thinking of this, I couldn't help squatting down to take a closer look. I recalled the scene of the overturned car at that time. The lower right side of the car should have been hit particularly badly...

Then I heard Kaimeron's sigh above his head: "My clothes..."

It was only then that He Lanba realized that he was only squatting down to check the traces of the car accident, and dropped Mr. Kai Molong's white sweater on the ground. He quickly picked it up and patted it. He got up and asked, "New car?" The car you bought It can't be all this lack of virtue, right?

"Old car." Cameron opened the door and threw the messenger bag and sweater into the back seat.

"How is this possible?" He Lanba looked suspiciously at the roof of the car again, "Isn't it all collapsed?"

Kai Molong supported the roof of the car with his hand: "Send it to the 4S shop for overhaul and replace more than 200 parts."

He Lanba didn't believe it at all: "Which 4S shop can repair it like this? Tell me, the car repairer can do white magic, right?"

"Okay," Kai Molong nodded, "It is impossible to repair this car in China. If it is repaired, the maintenance cost can buy a new car, so I will send it abroad for repair. The repair process and standards will be repaired by Roxy. DeMartin’s engineers specially designed it, and not only that, but I also asked them to make an enhanced version, the engine was replaced by a W16 engine, all windows were installed with 64mm bulletproof glass, and the collapsed and deformed parts were equipped with explosion-proof armor.”

He Lanba was tongue-tied.

"You just want to hear me say that." After saying that, Kai Molong smiled dotingly and got into the car sideways. After the door closed with a bang, the window came down. The people outside said brightly, "Do you think I'm particularly powerful?"

He Lanba looked at Kai Molong licking his lips when he got excited, okay... two months old...

"It seems that you seldom see you writing scripts lately?" Cameron asked in the car.

He Lanba sighed subconsciously, that's right, that guy Xu Mu has banned him for three months, I don't know when he will be released after serving his sentence? "I'm writing, but I'm writing slowly." It's useless to talk to Kai Molong, besides, he still wants to save face.

"No more inspiration?" The car stopped at a red light, and Cameron glanced out the window of the co-pilot, and the young driver of the Chevrolet Cruze was quietly looking at him.

"There are many inspirations..." It just doesn't let me write.He Lanba said weakly, not realizing that the window on the right rolled up.

Cameron pondered for a while: "Is it difficult to be a screenwriter?"

"It's not easy. Even if you become a top-notch screenwriter, you can't write whatever you want." He Lanba said with emotion.The birth of a film requires a producer first. The producer suddenly wants to make such a film when he wakes up. Of course, the producer may be an individual, a studio, or an entertainment company. The producer may not No inspiration, but rich and well-connected, able to attract sponsors to find a director, and then have a screenwriter.So it can be said that almost all screenwriters are not writing the stories they want to write, but just making wedding dresses for others.Of course, there are also screenwriters who write a book by themselves and show it to directors or big-name actors, hoping to be noticed by others, but the chance of being caught in this way is lower than writing a novel and publishing it.

So this kind of screenwriter received a script, and before he started writing the story, he had to face such and such harsh requirements. The producer said that you want to give me such a love story, which must be pure like Shunji Iwai, and Su must be like a flower Man, the director said that I love Luc Besson the most, you can figure it out, the brokerage company said that this is our so-and-so oppa, he can’t show off, not at all, the sponsor came to tell you haha ​​everyone drive Beijing Hyundai, all The film must have at least three shots of drinking Jiaduobao, and each shot must not be less than five seconds. The film must insert the plot of the hero using Gillette's electric razor, and because Gillette is not so obvious, the character's lines The word Gillette must be mentioned and at least one of Gillette's superior performance must be mentioned, and all female characters must wear ANNYWOOD..."

"So troublesome?" Kai Molong blinked in amazement, "Then how did you deal with it?"

"I wrote that the heroine had an unfortunate family and was bullied at school. Then she met a beautiful young senior who looked like Kashiwahara Takashi and rode a bicycle every day. This beautiful young senior happened to be a killer. He once fell off his bicycle in order to protect the heroine. He fell off the cliff, so he drove to Beijing Hyundai, and never fell off the cliff again.” He Lanba eloquently said, “When he grew up, Bai Yuanchong became Lee Min Ho, and his killing methods became more and more sophisticated. The perfect person will leave a can skin of Wanglaoji tsk JDB on the scene. On the other hand, the heroine has become a designer of ANNYWOOD, wearing a long dress designed by herself, and ran into the hero again. The hero is wanted by the police. It has been a few days The heroine didn’t recognize her because she hadn’t shaved. The heroine gave the hero a Gillette electric razor, and told him that it was the first gift she always wanted to give to her future boyfriend, because Gillette was safe. , will never hurt him, the male lead used up the Gillette electric razor and turned back into the handsome and invincible Lee Min Ho, the female lead recognized it immediately..."

Kaimeron was stunned, and he didn't say anything for a long time. The carriage was silent for a long time, and finally he said, "What does this have to do with Boys Over Flowers?"

"Oh yes," He Lanba said again, "Later the hero's background was exposed, and it turned out that he was the heir to the empire group that disappeared many years ago." After speaking, the carriage became quiet again, He Lanba smiled self-deprecatingly, "Look, it's these things over and over again."

"I thought the screenwriter could write what he wanted to write." Kai Molong said in a deep voice.

"There are such screenwriters. Write, direct, and be a producer." He Lanba shrugged, "But I have no way to become a director, let alone a producer. Even if some famous directors can do this , the insertion of advertisements is also inevitable.”

"How about writing, directing, producing, and sponsoring?"

He Lanba was amused, and nodded: "There are also the ones you mentioned, but they are called micro-videos." Moreover, it is impossible to make a better micro-video these days without asking for sponsorship.

Kaimeron smiled faintly and refused to comment, leaning on the steering wheel and looking forward: "I don't know anything about the entertainment industry, but I think you should write down any good ideas you have, in case it really works one day. How about filming it?"

He Lanba looked at Kaimolong's smiling face and lost his mind. Kaimolong seemed to notice that he was looking at him, and turned his head to deepen the smile on him.That felt like spilling two more packets of sugar in my coffee.Helanba had to admit that it was originally a cup of espresso, but now it was a cappuccino.

He lowered the car window and looked at the traffic outside the window. When the word "in case" came out of Kai Molong's mouth, coupled with this smile, it seemed to become something that could be grasped when he opened his eyes the next morning.

When He Lanba returned to the apartment, it was rare that he didn't go upstairs to find Kai Molong to make time. He felt that his life as a screenwriter was reaching a dead end.A dead end is not actually dead, it is only because people have no wings that they think it is dead.He remembered the micro-video contest that Pang Li had participated in, and looked up the "rotten girl" that Deng Xiaopang mentioned on the Internet. .The circle of this rotten girl is bigger than he imagined. Some write novels, some draw comics, and some make radio dramas... Even though they know that these things are impossible to be recognized by the mainstream cultural circle, there are still so many people who suffer. Writing, drawing, and arranging at night.

He Lanba walked to the living room, sat on the sofa, looked at the coffee table, turned out the notebook, and quietly looked at the scribbled relationship diagram.

When I first wrote those stories, it wasn't because they were going to be made on screen one day, I just liked them.

He saw himself standing under the high wall of a dead end, since he couldn't fly over that high wall for a while, he might as well run back...

He stood on the balcony, closed his eyes facing the sunset wind, and raised his ears to try his best to catch the wind, until the sound of traffic in his ears faded away like a tide, leaving only the whistling wind. Becoming wild, he opened his eyes at this moment, and saw himself standing in the dark night, the sky was brightened by the distant gunfire, and it was scarlet.

He was standing on a cliff far away from the artillery fire, and it looked like a city flashing in the artillery fire, and it looked like a toy made of sand.He heard voices behind him and turned around. Two men in their 30s were standing on a cliff, facing the city under fire. One was tall and the other was short, one was pale and the other was dark. There were two people who pointed at him, but their eyes were like silent lightning flashing.

The tall man was talking, and the shorter man was listening.

"There's a eucalyptus tree in the city, and I told the kids that in a year it would be five stories high, which is taller than all the houses in the city. It only takes one year, Quint." The tall man looked To the dark-skinned man with a resolute face, his expression revealed sadness, as if reflecting the tree that died under the gunfire, but also had a stronger sense of mission, "I hope that one day, all the trees can be in our Our motherland will flourish, migratory birds will fly over the city, and people in the outside world will one day receive postcards with coral beaches.” The tall man finally said, “I’m staying.”

The short man nodded and said, "Okay, wait for me to come back."

That was the only thing he said.They shook hands and made a deal.The slightly shorter man put on his hat, turned and left in the dark.

The two friends have been separated for more than 30 years. Thirty years later, the island country is still bombarded with gunfire. The weapons of the militants have been upgraded from AK30 to individual missiles, but the city is still a low city made of sand. Tanks walk through the streets and alleys, and the sky in the city is covered with gray every day. of ash.But the tall man sticks to his promise and never gives up. He has his own supporters and his own armed forces. He knows that influence and armed forces are not enough to quell the civil strife in this country. More powerful help is needed. This country is too poor, people will easily succumb when they are poor, and the country will kneel down when it is poor.

He Lanba was lying on the balcony, completely unaware that it was already dark, and immersed himself in the story. This story was about the friendship between two men spanning half a century, about promises, ideals, and the motherland.He could hardly wait to write them.But he also needs a good point of view to tell the story, and he realizes that these themes are not flattering, they are too far away, and he needs a shot in the arm to grab people into the story.

The tall man was 68 years old and was known as General Fajar.Both the east and west camps realize that he will not compromise with either side, that he is becoming more and more influential now, and that he is a hard nail that must be pulled out sooner.

Standing on the balcony of the municipal building, the grizzled General Fajar addressed his people in the rain, calling them "my brothers and sisters".Little did he know that the three snipers were already on standby everywhere, and Fajar was in the middle of all the sights.

The moment the No. 1 sniper got the order to shoot, General Fajar's personal guards rushed to the balcony and threw the general down. The crowd in the square let out horrified cries and fell into chaos.The blood of the young guard stained General Fajar's uniform red. The aged general lifted up the guard who blocked the bullet for him. The young guard didn't have time to say a word, but his eyes seemed to be dying before he died. After talking a lot, two guards under General Fajar, a man and a woman, rushed to the balcony to cover the general, and the bullet fired by the No. 2 sniper sank into the vest of the female guard.

The two shots in a row happened in an instant.In order to avoid exposing the target, according to the established plan, each sniper only fired one shot, and the task of assassinating General Fajar fell on the last sniper, but when he was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly heard "Puff" a gunshot.

Following the inaudible gunshot, a figure fell from the window of the building on the left and fell into the already chaotic crowd, arousing even greater anger and riots. It was he who fired the second shot sniper partner.Enemy snipers? !He subconsciously looked at the position of another companion. The black Dragunov sniper rifle was on the roof, but the gun was aimed at himself.

The two sides fired shots almost at the same time. Amidst the cries of the people and the thunderstorm, the two shots were as thin as mosquitoes.Sniper No. [-] stared unwillingly at the rooftop of the opposite building. His opponent was a mysterious man in a camouflage uniform with his face hidden in a hood. He watched the suspicious man put away his gun and stood up. Standing tall on the rooftop with the SVD sniper rifle unafraid, he noticed that he hadn't even opened the scope.

Bright red blood flowed from No. [-] sniper's brow, and he fell backward with his eyes wide open.

"Three snipers, two were killed and one was killed." The mysterious man said through the radio headset, his voice had a low and pleasant voice, and he didn't have much emotional ups and downs in the face of the commotion. Get in touch with General Fajar's people." He finally finished speaking, raised his hand and pulled off his mask.

When Helan Ba ​​conceived this idea, his palms were sweating with excitement, as if he saw the mysterious agent pulling off his mask on the heavy rainy roof, revealing a young and handsome mixed-race face. His eyes were very beautiful, and his pupils were like embedded in the heavy rain. The sapphire case reflects a layer of dark blue light, and the delicate iris under the case is like the movement of a mechanical watch made in Zurich, but this time, there will be no dimples on his lips at all.

The mixed-race agent opened his camouflage jacket, and inside was an elegant black handmade suit. In less than a minute, he had changed from a sniper to a star agent. He straightened his black tie with his chin raised, and then He took out an umbrella from the paratrooper bag he carried with him, and opened it with a "poof".

As soon as the unconscious sniper on the ground woke up, he saw a young man who was holding a black umbrella. He was so handsome that even a man could hold his breath. Looking down at him, the shiny leather shoes on his feet pressed against his chest, as if he was gracefully stepping on his chest. Walking up a step, bowed his head and said in English with a little Nordic accent: "Hello."

General Fajar met the mysterious agent at his home.This young man looks too young, never more than 25 years old, with a tall and strong body of a Westerner, and a subtle and handsome face of an Easterner. Although his hair is wet and his suit is wet, he is not in the slightest embarrassment. A work of art, or a humanoid weapon that can be called a work of art.

"General Fajar, I am from Skyfire. You can call me Caesar." The young man codenamed Caesar said politely, reaching into the inner pocket of his suit, and everyone present subconsciously drew their guns , but the other party just took out a postcard.

Fajar took the postcard. On the postcard was a vast eucalyptus forest. He turned to the back of the postcard. There was only one sentence on it——

Migratory birds will come.