Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Squeezing blood is a kung fu job. Song Nuan squeezed for more than ten minutes. It was very hard, and it was almost done. "Do it again tomorrow morning."

"What are you doing?" Suddenly someone yelled at the door.

Song Nuan just remembered that she was in a hurry to enter the door, and forgot to close the door again. She didn't dare to move, turned her head to look, and there were two people standing in front of the door, one was Zhu Yilong, yelling at them in horror, the other was standing behind Zhu Yilong, she couldn't I know, but I can't see the expression clearly.

Zhu Yilong stared blankly at the scene in front of him. Song Nuan was squatting in front of the bed with loose wet hair and pajamas, his hands were dripping with blood. Their screenwriter teacher was not much better, and the blood was dripping down. He committed suicide by slitting his wrists.

"Hello, Mr. Zhu. I'll give you the plasma treatment earlier." Song Nuan smiled at him.

"Oh, Yilong, what can I do for you?" Li Nan had worked with Zhu Yilong before, so he was not hypocritical.

These two people were so calm, Zhu Yilong was even more so. He looked at the person behind him, who also looked confused and terrified.

"I'm bleeding Sister Li, that's all right." Song Nuan roughly understood Zhu Yilong's restlessness, and decided not to tease him anymore.

"Mr. Li, Brother Long wants to talk to you about the script." The assistant behind Zhu Yilong said.

"Are you in a hurry, can we do it another day?" Li Nan felt that the effect of the medicine had taken effect, and she felt a little sleepy.

"Don't worry, Teacher Li, rest first." Zhu Yilong finally understood that Song Nuan was treating Li Nan.

Song Nuan wiped off the blood on Li Nan's hands with a cotton ball, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, cleaned up the things on the table, handed some medicine to Li Nan, "Sister Li, don't stay up late at night, take medicine tomorrow morning."

Li Nan thanked him again and again, and said to Zhu Yilong: "Don't leave, you can discuss it with Xiao Song, she is the original author."

Song Nuan immediately sneezed, "I can't."

Zhu Yilong pretended not to hear, "Alright, then I will trouble Teacher Song."

Song Nuan kept sneezing and grinning, "Mr. Zhu is too polite."

Li Nan walked out carrying the medicine, "Hey, this trick is quite effective, my throat doesn't seem to hurt so much, thank you, Xiao Song, how much is the medicine?"

Song Nuan was not polite, and immediately said: "I will send you WeChat." Oseltamivir is really a bit expensive, and her medical insurance card can't be used, which really hurts.

"Help me send Teacher Li back." Zhu Yilong turned around and said to his assistant.

Before the assistant had time to agree, Li Nan felt a little dizzy, grabbed him and left.

Song Nuan folded her arms and smiled at Zhu Yilong, "You want to come in for a meeting, but if you're still standing outside, talk."

"Find some clothes to put on."

"Am I not wearing any clothes?" Song Nuan looked down at her clothes, well, it's a bit unsightly after being wet by the rain, she found another long windbreaker to wrap it around, and invited Zhu Yilong to come in.

Song Nuan was afraid that she would be infected, so she poured a glass of water and held it in her hand, lowered her head and blew hot air.

Zhu Yilong stood where he was, he probably hadn't digested the fact that Song Nuan was right in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Song Nuan drank the water and saw that the room was a bit messy, so she simply cleaned it up and sat down on the chair.

Zhu Yilong finally found a chair and sat down, looked at Song Nuan's wet hair and asked, "Are you used to living?"

Song Nuan was taken aback, she didn't expect Zhu Yilong's first sentence to ask this, of course she wasn't used to living here, Song Nuan worked night shift all year round, didn't have high requirements for food and clothing, but was obsessed with bedrooms and beds. When I was a graduate student, I lived in four-star hotels for research in other places. She didn’t ask for a luxurious place, but at least it should be comfortable and quiet. He said, "It's okay, it's pretty clean."

"You have a cold?" Zhu Yilong asked again.

"I don't have it. Sister Li is sick, so I'll buy her medicine." Song Nuan was tired all day and didn't have much energy.

"Why did you come here? You didn't say anything beforehand." Zhu Yilong finally got to the point.

Song Nuan became angry, she shook her wet hair, "Tell me the truth, was it your idea?"

Zhu Yilong shook his head, and shook his head again, for fear that Song Nuan might misunderstand, "I'm not that boring."

This is indeed not something that a mature man Zhu Yilong can do. Although he didn't say anything, Song Nuan could tell that Zhu Yilong was really angry the day he went to Beijing. He should not be able to do such a tasteless thing.

"Then, does it have anything to do with you that the director bought my novel?" Song Nuan asked again. She still couldn't believe that someone would buy the novel she wrote.

"No." Zhu Yilong immediately denied.

"Really? You didn't do anything?" Song Nuan resisted the urge to use needles to force Zhu Yilong to confess.

"Uh, I threw bombs and bombs at you." Zhu Yilong confessed.

Song Nuan thought it was no wonder, who could so generously go to her place to throw meth, and ran away after throwing it away, without even making a thoughtful comment, "How did you find my article?" Song Nuan became suspicious again.

Zhu Yilong laughed, "I searched by your WeChat name, but I didn't expect you to be too lazy to change your pseudonym."

Song Nuan didn't hear Zhu Yilong's ridicule, she looked at his smile foolishly, this man's smile is so pretty, like the sunshine she longed for, dazzling and bright, it's simply addictive.

"Doctor Song, are you okay?" Zhu Yilong waved to Song Nuan.

Song Nuan withdrew her nymphomaniac eyes and pretended to be cold, "No, since you have read my novel, you must have had an impression when you received the script, why didn't you tell me."

"The script has been changed a bit, I was going to talk about it." However, there was no chance to speak, Zhu Yilong pursed his lips, "Why are you here?"

Song Nuan sighed, "Sister Li asked me to come, she doesn't understand my novels."

"I also don't understand it a little bit." Zhu Yilong couldn't take it too lightly when it was black and white.

"It's nine o'clock, and I won't send it off." Song Nuan got angry, picked up the phone to check the time, and issued an order to evict the guest.

Zhu Yilong groaned, stood up and walked out, took a step and turned around, "I haven't finished talking yet."

"Say something quickly." Song Nuan picked at her fingernails, deliberately not looking at him.

"Does Xie Min love Miss Zeng Wu?"

"Love, love is dying."

"Does Zeng Shiyi love Xie Min?"

"Love, love is dying."

"Then why can't they be together?"

"Because I don't want them together."

"I am leaving."

"Walk slowly, don't send."

After Song Nuan dried her hair, she moved to her own computer, opened the novel file, and began to revise and supplement word by word.She has been writing this novel for many years. At that time, she was very ambitious and wanted to write six or seven or eight novels. There were a lot of burying and mystifying. , The newly added words are also very straightforward and disgusting, for example, why don't you describe the girl's appearance carefully, and you have to write some adjectives, because of the lack of vocabulary, I am not good at describing facial features.Another example is why Xie Min deliberately didn't ask how to get out of trouble, but asked if the girl was hurt, because this is the only way to tease the girl and tease the readers.Another example is for the emergence of a series of parallel sentences, is it for better reasoning, of course not, it is for pretense.Of course, there are serious things, but after all, it is very heartbreaking to change it. Song Nuan wanted to return the money, but no, she had already spent all the money.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Song Nuan finally finished editing "Magic Sword" and "Allure Snow". She ran to the temporary printing room of the crew, printed out the documents and bound them, and went back to the room to carefully screen them again. I wrote it directly with a red pen, and I was busy until four o'clock. I couldn't hold it anymore, and fell asleep as soon as I rolled on the bed.

Song Nuan got up on time at eight o'clock, washed up, changed her clothes and knocked on Li Nan's door.

Li Nan didn't stay up late last night. When she woke up in the morning, her fever subsided and her sore throat was relieved. She was in a good mood, so she ran a long way to buy breakfast. Song Nuan greeted her for breakfast as soon as she came in.

Song Nuan was busy until late last night, her stomach was so hungry that she almost lost consciousness, and she was not in the mood to be polite to Li Nan, so she ate right after she sat down.

Li Nan twisted open a bottle of hot sauce, and Song Nuan quickly put it away, "I can't eat it, I still have a cold."

"Yo, the little guy is quite wide-ranging. I brought it for you to eat."

"I don't like spicy food." Song Nuan ate two vegetarian buns and began to drink porridge slowly.

"I see you also ate last night." The staff of the screenwriting team liked all kinds of spicy food, and all the dishes they ordered last night were spicy.

"I like spicy food, but I quit."

"You are a bit rebellious, if you like it, just eat it."

"No, the more you like it, the more you need to be restrained."

Li Nan clapped her hands, put down the spoon in her hand, and started looking around, "Where is my phone?"

"The phone is on the bed, sister, what's wrong with you?" Song Nuan was a little surprised.

"This sentence is so good, I want to write it down." Li Nan said very seriously.

Song Nuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After eating, she handed over two thick stacks of novels, "I've almost finished tidying up. If there are any inappropriate ones, I'll do it again."

"It's so fast, you are too revolutionary." Li Nan opened the document, and there were notes at the end of almost every sentence, as well as dense red letters, "The words are beautiful."

"Miao Zan, you can watch it soon."

"Aren't you tired? Now, catch up on your sleep this morning. I'll take a look at this first, and we'll go to the shooting site in the afternoon." Li Nan didn't expect Song Nuan to be so efficient, and excitedly wanted to do a big job right away.

Song Nuan agreed, she bled Li Nan again and went back to sleep with her head covered.

At noon, the rain gradually receded, the sun was just right, and there was a clean and pleasant smell in the air.

Song Nuan forgot to draw the curtains. After being woken up by the sun, she lay on the bed for a few minutes. She was a bit out of place in time and space. She was obviously on leave to travel, so she was worse and more tired than when she was at work.In the future, even if she is killed, she will not sell novels.

After struggling for 10 minutes, Song Nuan propped herself up from the bed, and when Li Nan came to knock on the door, she was still a little overwhelmed.

"Let's go to the film crew to eat boxed lunch." Li Nan has basically recovered from her cold, and happily took Song Nuan to collect the socialist wool.

Song Nuan walked with the screenwriters all the way, and walked to the shooting scene in a daze. The box lunches were being put out on the set. Li Nan's little apprentice Guo Xinyang was the only man, so he grabbed five box lunches and managed to find a place to sit. Several people gathered for dinner.

The filming scene was a mess, with all kinds of people shuttling back and forth, everyone holding a lunch box in their hands, looking for a place to sit in a mess.