Return after rebirth: The devil who helps his brother becomes the devil who kills his brother

With the experience of working with the crew, Song Paner is no longer confused about writing scripts. She also understood why Zhou Wen said what she wrote before was bullshit.

What she had written previously was considered a literary script and could not be used to guide filming and production at all. The script is about movie scenes, and she needs to write it from the perspective of the camera.

With these insights and insights, Song Paner started writing an outline after handling the payment matters from the manufacturer.

By the time Song Paner sent the outline to Zhou Wen again with the beginning added, it was already the Spring Festival.

The New Year atmosphere in Beijing is very strong. The sound of firecrackers is endless, fireworks are lit one after another outside the window, lanterns, Chinese knots can be seen everywhere, and neighbors are paying New Year greetings in hip-hop.

Unknowingly, the grandfather and grandson have already spent two New Years in Beijing.

Song Pan'er has not been idle since the beginning of the winter vacation, and she finally got some free time during the two days of the New Year. While watching the Spring Festival Gala, munching on her favorite braised pork ribs, she still kept telling Granny Qian about what she saw and heard on the set.

"Milk, let me tell you, this time I know what a femme fatale is."

Song Pan'er hugged her legs, sat cross-legged on the chair, rubbed her greasy fingers, picked up a piece of pig's trotters, and started to chew on it.

"What's going on?" Mrs. Qian's eyes almost overflowed with love when she saw how delicious she was eating.

"The second female lead, despite her arrogant, squeamish and weak appearance, is really ruthless! The big-mouthed one hit her so hard that the concubine I followed had a swollen face."

Mrs. Qian nodded and said with emotion, "The snake's mouth is green bamboo, and the needle is on wasp's tail. Both are not poisonous, but they are most poisonous to women's hearts. When a woman is fierce, it is very scary."

Thinking of the incident where she burned the Wu family's firewood pile three times in a row, Mrs. Qian took a sip of her drink uncomfortably.

"It has nothing to do with gender. It mainly depends on the person's character. Some people are born bad and have bad hands."

Bad seed? The kindness in Mrs. Qian's eyes disappeared. Her hands were itchy and she wanted to pat someone.

"Hurry up and eat, then go and write your script!"

Song Paner's chewing of the pig's trotters slowed down, and she looked at her breasts in confusion. How could she be so impatient?

"What are you supporting? Don't be anxious during the Chinese New Year!"

......

The Spring Festival is here, which means that a new round of changing seasons is about to begin again.

The day before the new semester started, Song Pan'er received a call from Zhou Wen, who praised her greatly for her understanding and urged her to continue writing.

Although Song Pan'er pretended to be indifferent, she kissed Pan Pan several times after hanging up the phone. Her big villa beckoned to her.

After getting recognition from professionals, Song Pan'er didn't give up her strength at all this time. She went to the library after class and worked hard to write her script. Even when Yan Bin came to school to see her, she was always in the library. Receptionist.

Yan Bin saw that she was so busy that she even looked at the notebook on the table when talking to him. He was a little puzzled and asked curiously: "You didn't pass the make-up exam? Why are you still studying?"

"Why make up for the exam? If I don't make up the exam, I didn't fail." Song Pan'er paused for three seconds before she understood what Yan Bin said and shook her head in denial.

Yan Bin looked a little tired, and there was still unshaven stubble on his chin. He looked at Song Pan'er who continued to read the book after speaking, and suddenly felt a little frustrated.

I finally found time to see her, but her attitude was too perfunctory. Did the spatial distance really affect the psychological distance between them?

"Why don't you like to reply to text messages recently? Are you busy?" Yan Bin tried to find a topic again.

"..."

His voice was a little soft and was ignored by Song Pan'er.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment. Yan Bin bit the dry skin at the corner of his mouth and lowered his head without saying a word.

Song Pan'er, who was obsessed with writing plays, didn't notice Yan Bin's silence. When she came to her senses after finishing a play, the seat next to her was already empty.

"Where's the person? Did he go to the toilet? He didn't even say a word, really!" Song Pan'er looked around, muttered a few words, and then went on to write the next scene, completely forgetting about Yan Bin.

She didn't think about Yan Bin until her stomach rang and she went home for dinner.

The cold war between the two came suddenly, and it happened without Song Paner's knowledge.

......

With Song Pan'er's hard work and sleepless nights, the script of "Eighteen-Year-Old Campus" was quickly completed. After sending an express to Zhou Wen, Song Pan'er started her trip to see the villa without any hesitation.

No matter whether the script can be sold or not, she will watch it first to satisfy her craving. Besides, she doesn’t necessarily have to sell the script to buy a villa. Her optical shop earns a lot of money every month, and she can buy it after saving for more than a year. Get up!

It's still early spring, and it's warm and cold at first, but Song Pan'er doesn't mind the cold either. She followed the agency all over Beijing, and after running for less than half a month, she finally chose the Yihe Residence near her home.

She had not considered the issue of distance before. When she bought a villa, she did not want to live there permanently. She just wanted to experience it once in a while. It was mainly for investment. The one in Weixiu Garden was enough for her permanent residence.

But she overheard some gossip recently and changed her mind.

That day, the agent guy came to the community to pick her up to look at the house. As they walked out of the community, they passed by a pavilion where two old ladies were sitting and chatting.

Old lady 1: "The children raised by this small family are not good. They don't know how to avoid suspicion. They go in and out with a man every day. It's so shameful! She has ruined our morale."

Old lady 2: "Thanks to that boy Zhihao and her, we haven't decided to get married. The matron of the house must choose carefully."

Old lady 1: "Indeed, that girl has no chance of success. She can only marry a poor man, but she has no luck in entering a wealthy family."

Old lady 2: "Indeed, tomorrow you can advise Grandma Zhihao not to make her angry. I'm glad the marriage didn't happen!"

Old lady 1: "No..."

Song Pan'er couldn't bear it when she heard this, and strode into the pavilion with contempt on her face.

"I thought the quality of the people in this community was quite high! I didn't expect to meet that foul-mouthed woman at the entrance of the village. Are you two living in a dog's belly at your age? You don't know how to talk about people behind their backs. ah?"