If I don't film, I have to go home and inherit billions of dollars

Chapter 301 Shame
"I'll leave in the afternoon, mainly when I go to Heqing City. I'm staying at your house. Then my uncle asked me to bring some messages to my aunt. Since my aunt is not here, I can only send a message to tell her later."

Familiar with the road, he poured himself a glass of water first, and Wang Qing explained the reason for coming to the door this time.

"My dad? This isn't ancient times. If there's anything I can't just say on WeChat, I need you to bring it here?" Zhang Zifeng was a little puzzled.

"Some things about you, but uncle asked me to bring them to auntie, so I definitely can't tell you." Wang Qing turned around with a smirk and looked at her curiously.

"Then stop talking."

When Zhang Zifeng heard that it was about himself, he became even more curious.

But as soon as she saw Wang Qing's smile, she suddenly didn't want to know anymore. Anyway, it must take a lot of effort to get him to speak, and she really has no energy now.

Turning around, she didn't intend to entertain Wang Qing, and went directly to the room.

He's not a guest now anyway.

"No, why don't you have any thirst for knowledge?"

Seeing Zhang Zifeng replying with such a sentence, he started to walk into the room, Wang Qing said with some dissatisfaction.

After quickly drinking the water in the cup, washing it and putting it away, he hurriedly followed her to her room.

But when he came to the door, he stopped.

What a workaholic.

No, this is not a job, it should be considered a hobby.

Wang Qing leaned against the door frame, and didn't intend to go in, just watched her writing something on the paper with a pen from a distance.

In fact, although the two hadn't been in frequent contact during this time, he knew what the other was up to.

It was nothing more than writing a script, a script about the last plane accident.

After returning to China, Zhang Zifeng was completely immersed in the idea brought by the flash of inspiration, just like she was filming on the set. Transforming the work of acting into script writing took up most of her life time, even because of the work at home. Because of this, there is no other outsider interference, so she has almost no time to rest.

Find a way to communicate with the passengers and crew on the accident plane, and get approval from Sichuan Airlines, and she can officially start to adapt this real incident.

Before getting the consent, Zhang Zifeng is now busy imagining some plots to perfect the whole script.

After all, although she learned everything about the real situation from Wang Qing, reality is reality, and movies are movies. Things that are shot according to the real situation are called documentaries, not movies.

The adaptation of a movie needs to incorporate more things. In just two hours, one thing can be completely narrated, and some dramatic content can be added to increase the point of view.

And there is one content that is more troublesome. Compared with creating scripts that are completely illusory, and adapting scripts based on real events, Zhang Zifeng needs to understand the personalities of the more important characters in this incident, such as the captain, such as the co-pilot. , or the purser, etc., and then design plots based on their personalities to highlight the reality of each of them.

This gave her a headache, and every time she had contact with her during this period, Wang Qing was actually listening to her most of the time.

"Come in."

After standing for a while, Zhang Zifeng felt that he was at the door, and called him to let him in.

Wang Qing walked over with a light smile, and sat down at her desk, "I thought you wouldn't want me to see you writing."

While speaking, he looked at her room curiously.

Beds, desks, laptops, and wardrobes are ordinary and have no special features. There are only two words in the whole room, which are simple.

It was cleaned up very cleanly, and things were placed in an orderly manner, but it was quite satisfactory, and it did not have the kind of room Wang Qing imagined that a cute girl should have.

Maybe compared with his house, there is a small pillow on the bed, that's all.

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While observing, he gently raised his nose. The unique fragrance that he could only smell from Zhang Zifeng's body when he was hugging him was especially obvious in this room.

This was the first time he entered her house. He used to be in the living room or the kitchen, and never came to the back room.

"Why not?"

Zhang Zifeng didn't pay attention to what he was doing, lowered his head while writing the script, and asked a casual question.

"Because creation is, after all, a process of fantasy in a certain sense." Wang Qing looked away from the room furnishings and came to her face.

Looking at her side face, the faint fluorescent light of the desk lamp illuminates her face, revealing a very fine layer of fluff.

Although she didn't have any makeup on and she looked very ordinary, Wang Qing somehow found her cute, liked her, and resembled her. She stretched out her hand and pinched her cheek.

But after all, she is working seriously now, and he still suppressed this idea and did not reach out, "So when the creator is writing, it is very likely that some thoughts in his heart will be substituted, and some people may feel ashamed. After all, this It’s a matter of fully revealing your inner thoughts in front of others.”

Originally contemplating seriously, Zhang Zifeng, who was spinning the pen, stopped.

"For example, a person who has never been in a relationship will write a sweet plot, because that is the best fantasy in his heart. For example, a person who is relatively insecure in his heart will write a story about a hero saving the beauty, thinking to make up for this deficiency."

Wang Qing slowly talked about the screenwriters he met on the set, and the reasons why they didn't want to be disturbed when they were creating.

He didn't just say these things casually, but he heard them mentioned by the screenwriters occasionally.

"that."

Zhang Zifeng turned his head suddenly, the movement of turning the pen in his hand had stopped long ago, and stretched out his arms to cover the notebook in front of him, "Why don't you go out."

She didn't think it was anything at first, but now she heard Wang Qing say that, and she also felt a sense of shame for no reason.

Although it is said that some plots are designed to highlight the character of the characters, some of them are indeed created by her personal ideas. Thinking about these contents being seen by Wang Qing, her cheeks began to feel a little hot .

Therefore, she simply covered it up, preventing Wang Qing from seeing the above content at all.

"I don't look, I don't look."

Seeing her flustered look, Wang Qing laughed, "You write yours, and I'll just sit next to you, so I won't disturb you."

"Really?"

Zhang Zifeng didn't believe it, so he covered his notebook and looked at Wang Qing vigilantly.

"Then I'll lie on your bed and watch my phone for a while."

Knowing that sitting next to her would definitely affect her creation, Wang Qing stood up, came to the bed next to her and fell down directly, took out her mobile phone while reclined, and looked at her with a smile.

Back then when they were in the island country, they slept together, and now sleeping in her bed, Zhang Zifeng didn't react at all, but because Wang Qing stayed away a little, he felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)