Disaster Artist

【Disaster Artist】【】

The brain is blank.

What?

What is happening now?

There was a roar in my ears, and there were countless thoughts surging in my mind, but those thoughts had only one thread and no context, and they couldn't figure it out at all.

Is Lu Qian on the phone this morning?

Isn't that a bad liar?

Lu Qian called her?

But why?

What is a job-hopping echo?

Oh yes, the script, yes, the script, but what happened to that script?

What's going on here?

Wait, Lu Qian called her? But why? Why did Lu Qian call her in person? Isn't that phone a scam gang?

Everything, like ghosts hitting the wall, can't get out of the way, the bustling thoughts are about to explode, but they can't be sorted out.

Then, time stood still—

Who is she, where is she, what is she doing?

She tried to make a little noise, but found her throat was horribly dry, let alone sorting out a context, everything was a lake of slurries with only a hazy outline, and yet she didn't know anything, not even what they were doing Nothing has any concept.

wrong! She actually thought Lu Qian was a liar? She actually called Lu Qian a liar on the phone?

She wants to die.

Subconsciously, Pei Wendan made his own response, a survival instinct.

"It's okay, no, sorry, no, no, it should be thank you, thank you."

Incoherent.

mess up.

Pei Wendan couldn't tell the difference, should she apologize or thank her?

"Sorry, and thank you."

The temple was throbbing, and Pei Wendan felt that he was about to breathe. In just five seconds, was the amount of information a bit large?

"Miss Pei Wendan, take a breath, take a deep breath, first, I'm not a liar; second, I'm not a devil; as for Mr. Tomson, he's an answering machine."

Lu Qian's voice came from the landline, calm and light, with a little cheerfulness and humour.

Tomson was also very cooperative and rolled his eyes.

"No need to be nervous, everything is fine, everything is fine, we're still on track, so, you can breathe, I'm not a dinosaur."

Lu Qian was still talking, light and gentle. Unconsciously, Pei Wendan gradually relaxed, followed Lu Qian's words, took two deep breaths in a row, and finally regained some composure.

"Director Lu Qian, I'm sorry..."

"No, there's no need to apologize. You're right. I suspect I'm a liar. It's possible, very likely. I should have passed the message more formally."

"director…"

"Hehe, don't be nervous. I just want to inform you personally that I read your script and I like it, really, I like it very much personally."

Pei Wendan's heart shrank, his joy and happiness burst completely, he couldn't believe his ears, every cell in his body was immersed in pink marshmallows, his body seemed to be going away with the wind lightly, and then, everything are no longer important:

Lu Qian read her script.

Lu Qian really read her script, and, Lu Qian also said, he liked it very much.

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The phone call in the morning was not a liar, not only not, but also brought a heavy news.

Just now, Pei Wendan was still reading online news and saw the cooperation between Wei Che and Echo, and now, she has also received an olive branch of her own.

So, is all this really happening? Or was it a dream, an indescribable dream, a dream so blissful that one could hardly breathe?

In a very short period of time, the focus and focal length of the line of sight were scattered like this, and the bustling thoughts exploded in a series of minds, which could not be stopped at all.

"Miss Pei Wendan...Miss Pei Wendan?"

The calling sound, from far to near, finally burst open on the eardrum like thunder, finally pulling Pei Wendan out of his thoughts.

"Sorry, uh, director, sorry, I... uh, I still can't believe it... Are you serious?"

Pei Wendan knew that her question was very stupid, but her happiness came so suddenly, she still couldn't believe it, and subconsciously wanted to ask for proof.

However, Lu Qian didn't mind.

Because Lu Qian himself has gone through such a stage, to be precise, even now, he still maintains a low-key and humble heart, he needs to remind himself that everything he has is not for granted, he needs to continue to work hard, Continuous learning, continuous improvement and continuous breakthrough.

"Yes, I am serious."

"Miss Nightingale, you wrote this script, right?"

Suddenly, Pei Wendan's heart shrank again, almost rushing out of his throat, he nodded subconsciously, "Yes, this is my script."

"Miss Nightingale", a seemingly ordinary to almost mediocre story, can be summed up in one sentence as "the troubles of growing up". In the film industry of Lanchuan, it is simply a template routine of a bad street, and it has been told countless times. — Literally, countless times, nothing new at all.

The background of the story, set in a small town not far from Lanchuan, tells the troubles of a 16-year-old high school student.

The girl inherited the stubbornness and toughness from her mother, which also made the relationship between her and her mother tense, and conflicts occurred in all aspects of life; but deep down, they always cared about each other.

The girl wants to escape from Lanchuan wholeheartedly and go to study on the other side of the ocean. However, the family that is not well-off has suffered from the trouble of her father's unemployment, which makes it worse.

At the same time, in high school, the girl's friendship and love also suffered from the troubles of adolescence. She was not sure what she wanted. On the one hand, she tried to cater to the famous people in the school, so she had to wear a mask; on the other hand, she tried her best to break the Stereotypes, find your true self.

She doesn't know what to do, it seems that every judgment and every choice she makes is wrong~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But she doesn't know how to make the right choice.

Above, that's all.

The whole story appears familiar in countless movies in Lanchuan, no more or less, maybe eight hundred.

Moreover, the script can still be seen as immature, and it is more spliced ​​with fragments of life flow, and the connection between the plot and the plot is still not enough.

Logically speaking, such scripts will emerge every year. In Lanchuan, there is a bad street, no one cares about it, and there is no need to pay attention.

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So, what is so special about Pei Wendan's script?

"I love those fragmented moments of life in the script, very simple but very real and close to reality."

"The biggest confusion of growing up is that we think that after we get rid of the current predicament, the world will suddenly open up, and then everything will be fine; but the cruelest part of reality is that this is not the case, each stage has its own troubles , there is no one-size-fits-all and no right answer.”

"So, we need to understand one thing. Those scars and setbacks that we tried so hard to get rid of are exactly the cornerstone of what we are now. Be honest with yourself, and this is the beginning of growth."

"The irony is that some people grow up at sixteen, and some people don't really grow up until they are fifty."

On the phone, Lu Qian's voice came, eloquently and gurgling.

Tomson tapped the table lightly, "A Qian, you made our screenwriter cry."