I have nothing to do

27.

[Work just finished, it's so cold. 】

Weng Chi looked at the content of WeChat and sneered. He thought that Jian Ce was really cold every three days, and he didn't change his tricks, but tricks are really not many, as long as they are easy to use.

【Come into my arms when it’s cold, I’m so hot. 】

After closing the computer, Weng Chi leaned back on the chair and began to send messages to Jian Ce. Weng Chi felt that Jian Ce was very aggressive, but Weng Chi liked people like him, so there was nothing he could do.

【You are too far away. 】

【Come closer and give me a hug? 】

[Is there a serious time? 】

[Yes to others. 】

Weng Chi laughed while typing, he could imagine what Jian Ce looked like now, he should be raising his eyebrows like himself, playing a game of cat and mouse.

[Am I not worthy of your seriousness? 】

[It's not that you're not worth it, it's that I can't control myself. 】

Weng Chi has plenty of things he wants to hear, things he doesn’t want to hear, things he wants to hear but he’s too embarrassed to listen to, he wants to come, come on, don’t you just want to hold yourself, don’t you just want to stick to yourself? Well, it doesn't matter, Weng Chi can give him whatever he wants, and he can satisfy all the requirements of the person he likes, as long as it is what he likes.

[No kidding, I'm ready to rest. 】

【Still around the mountain? 】

【Yes. 】

Weng Chi turned on the weather forecast on his phone and changed his location to Huanshan and found that Huanshan was snowing now on his phone.

【Snowing? 】

[Well, it's huge. 】

【Then will your crew rest tomorrow? 】

【Maybe. 】

[I asked you to play? 】,

【Work hard, you. 】

It's always like this, the time Jian Ce allocates to himself is the leftovers of his life, and he doesn't know whether his indifferent attitude is out of protection for himself or the arrogance of the emotional superior. Sometimes Weng Chi thinks that Jian Ce is like a cat. Sometimes I feel like a fox again, but it doesn't matter what he is. Weng Chi prides himself on being a good master and hunter, and he is willing to play with Jian Ce until his patience runs out.

After chatting with Jian Ce, Weng Chi turned on the computer again. It is true that his work has not been finished yet. Cheng Xinyuan sent the third draft of the script, and he has to hurry up and read it.

Cheng Xinyuan wanted to make a commercial film this time. Weng Chi was supportive but also worried. Cheng Xinyuan was successful in the field of non-commercial films before. It is better to say that he wants to enter the commercial film market than he wants to return to the mainstream market. Now the boundary between literary and commercial films is actually very blurred. He raised his arms and legs to support the literary films that could be released, but Cheng Xinyuan actually said that he wanted to make a horror film, a genre that was hard to say whether it would pass the review.

Weng Chi sighed and opened a new version of the script, hoping that this investment would not turn into charity in the end. Although he believed in Cheng Xinyuan's ability as a director, he did not believe in Cheng Xinyuan's ability to grasp the film market.

What Cheng Xinyuan needs now is a reliable film producer and a mature production team.

But Cheng Xinyuan is also a director who has just returned to China. Although he is a bit famous, he is not familiar with the domestic film industry after all. It is not easy to find a good team. However, Cheng Xinyuan said last time that he had contact with Mingze, maybe Mingze can help him. He provides some resources.

Fuck, what the hell is the script this time? Weng Chi felt a headache after reading a few pages. Cheng Xinyuan used a screenwriter who had worked with him a few times before. I don’t know if this screenwriter also has genre restrictions. It's all cloudy, and the plot is very jumpy. This kind of script needs to rely on the director's lens to tell the story, and the audience needs to rely on a lot of brain supplementation to complete the story. This kind of completed script is completely perfect for commercial films aimed at the public. Unqualified, besides, this movie is still an adaptation of a well-known online novel. The novel itself has a complete set of systems, and the screenwriter is not aware of it. He dared to hand it to them after writing it in such a ghostly manner. The screenwriter was also there during the meeting, but the result was not as good as before.

If the previous book could still be said to be an immature dish, this time I will simply bring you a plate of shit. It seems that Cheng Xinyuan not only lacks a producer, but also a good screenwriter.

The more he read the notebook, the more angry Weng Chi closed the computer again. He sent a message to Cheng Xinyuan and scolded him severely, telling him not to send this kind of notebook to himself in the future. It was a waste of his precious time. time.

Cheng Xinyuan hadn't slept yet, he said he hadn't had time to read it yet, and after he received it, Lao Wang and Yan Yu also had a share.

Hey, I don't know what Xiaoyan is doing at this hour, Weng Chi thinks she is also reading the script.

Weng Chi decided to call Yan Yu and ask him to share his hatred with him and scold the screenwriter together, so that he can relieve his anger, otherwise he would not be able to sleep because of the breath stuck in his chest.

The phone rang several times before Yan Yu answered it.

"Hey……"

The voice trembled a little, a little trembling.And the wind.

"Where are you?"

"I'm around the mountains..."

"I asked where you are now, why do you feel like you are outside?"

"Well... I'm walking..."

Walking, walking in the film and television city at eleven o'clock in the evening, Weng Chi's complexion began to turn pale.

"It's so late? Are you taking a walk?"

"Ah, well, that's right..."

"A walk in the snow?"

"How do you know it's snowing..."

He also asked how he knew it was snowing, and the sound of the wind and snow would blow into his face through the microphone, Weng Chi was a little angry and anxious.

"You hang up the phone, how long do you have to finish your walk?"

"Also, um, 15 minutes, it should be about 15 minutes, I'm very close to the hotel."

"I'll ask Cheng Xinyuan to pick you up in a car, don't leave."

"No, don't bother them, everyone will be asleep at this point, you must not call them, promise me."

The voice on the phone was very urgent, not polite. Weng Chi frowned and reluctantly agreed to the matter. Yan Yu repeatedly assured that he would arrive at the hotel immediately, and Weng Chi told him to call himself back when he got to the room. , If he hasn't called back within 15 minutes, Weng Chi will ask someone to pick him up.

"I promise I will."

"Let me tell you that lying will make your tongue longer."

"I told you it was a nose..."

Weng Chi didn't say much, he just told Yan Yu to remember to call. He was afraid that Yan Yu's hand would be too cold while holding the phone, so he hung up the phone in a hurry.

The time on the phone has passed eleven o'clock, and Weng Chi can hardly imagine what Yan Yu is doing out so late by himself. He remembers one time when he was so late, he contacted Yan Yu willfully and asked Yan Yu to give him A dry-cleaning overcoat, when Yan Yu trotted over, the wind blew up his bangs on his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead, he was wearing furry home clothes under the overcoat, he said he was not cold at the time, but his nose was flushed up.

After 10 minutes, Yan Yu's call came, and Weng Chi quickly picked it up. The voice in the microphone finally stopped being noisy, but the panting voice became much heavier, and Yan Yu's voice was still a little trembling:

"I, I'm here."

"Did you run back?"

"I didn't run..."

"Ran."

"No."

"You touch your nose."

After a few seconds of silence, the other end of the phone whispered:

"Ran……"

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Finally, the fact that "the scarf is Weng Chi's body" was discovered by the little angels...