Dr. Jiang is very gentle (gl) + side story

"Yes, it's in the cabinet. If you want to see it, I'll get it for you."

"Why don't we wait for Jiang Nian to come back and ask him if he is willing to talk about it."

Wei Xuyao ​​smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, when he just finished writing the script, he wanted to send a copy of the script to everyone in the town, but everyone said it was too esoteric to understand, why not just read it Zhugege, he was so beaten that he lost his appetite for several days, and after a few days he seemed to be fine again. Just wait, I'll get you the script."

Cen Mi also thought it was funny, Grandma Qiongyao was really enduring: "Okay, I'll wait for you."

It didn't take long for Wei Xuyao ​​to find a script manuscript with about two to three hundred pages from the house and hand it to Cen Miao.Originally, Cen Miao didn't hold much hope, so he flipped through a few pages casually, but as a result, he read from the first scene to the end, and gradually became fascinated.After watching it for almost two or three hours, Jiang Lai woke up and washed up. She was still immersed in the story written by Jiang Nian.

Standing behind Cen Miu, Jiang Lai looked down at the things in her hand: "Why are you reading so seriously?"

After reading the last page of the script, Cen Miao took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sigh in her heart that writing a story is so wonderful, she said to Wei Xuyao: "Aunt Wei, I want to vote for this script, your son is really good A genius."

Jiang Lai was puzzled, "What kind of script is this?"

Cen Miao handed over the script to Jiang Lai: "Look, it's written by Jiang Nian. It's so wonderful. If it can be filmed by a good director, it will be a big hit."

Jiang Lai looked at the title of the script, two simple words: stagnant water.It's not like Jiang Nian's enthusiastic and lively personality.She opened the script, read ten lines at a glance, quickly read a few pages, and then came to the same conclusion as Cen Miao: "It's a good story, with excellent structure, writing style and character psychology, and it will indeed become popular."

Wei Xuyao ​​said: "It would be great if it could be made into a movie. Jiang Nian has always wanted to let more people see what he wrote. It's a pity that our town doesn't have good conditions, which makes him wronged."

Jiang Lai was noncommittal: "A good work has a lot to do with the author's experience. This script is good because of its character and environment. If it wasn't for living in such a simple and friendly town, it would be difficult for Jiang Nian to write this kind of script. I feel that even if the writing is good, there will be something missing.”

Even though Dr. Xueba Jiang has graduated from high school for many years, her comprehension skills are top-notch. In addition, she usually likes to watch movies. She has watched hundreds of movies. It only takes a few pages to know whether it is a good movie script or not.

But Cen Miu said: "Dr. Jiang's analysis is clear and logical. If you don't know, you think you study literature. I'm more vulgar. I know a lot of directors. I don't lack resources, but I lack good scripts. I think Jiang reads this Take the script and recommend it to them, and when the movie is released, it will definitely make a lot of money, and [-] cents is enough for me to earn."

Wei Xuyao ​​hesitated, on the one hand, she didn't want her son to leave her, on the other hand, she was afraid of restricting his son's development.Hearing Cen Miu and Jiang Lai praise her son's talent, she really felt that she couldn't keep Jiang Nian, nor could she selfishly ask Jiang Nian to accompany her.

There were two barking dogs outside, it was Jiang Nian who came back from fishing.

Jiang Nian put the fish basket in the yard and asked curiously, "What are you looking at?"

After reading the script written by Jiang Nian, Cen Miao was in awe of him: "I'm reading your script, Great Writer Jiang."

Jiang Nian was shy, and when he heard Cen Miu's words, his face flushed red: "I'm kidding, I didn't know how to write before... What kind of writer can I be..."

Cen Miao: "I can help you recommend it to the director. If you are willing, it is very likely to be filmed on the big screen."

"Really?!" Jiang Nian's eyes sparkled, "Miss Cen is so capable?"

"It's not that I have the ability, it's that you have the strength. Of course, it may not be successful, so don't have too much hope."

Jiang Nian nodded, "Okay, okay, no one will read the script at home, so it would be nice to have a chance to show it to the director."

"Then I'll take the script away. If it succeeds, I'll contact you again. It's getting late now, and Jiang Lai and I have to go back to the city."

Cen Miao stood up, took Jiang Lai's arm, and said goodbye to Jiang Nian's family.

Jiang Nian packed the fish for the two of them: "Take the fish and give sister Jiang Lai a boost."

Cen Miao took the fish and said, "I know my girlfriend is pretty, but don't pay any attention!"

Jiang Nian didn't dare to think too much, he was only thinking that Cen Miao would have a chance to let the director see his script, so he quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I can't compare to yours, Miss Cen."

Cen Miao raised his eyebrows: "It's good to know."

Because he didn't have a good rest yesterday, Cen Miao was afraid that he might have an accident while driving due to fatigue, so Jiang Lai drove the car back to the city.

Seeing her dark eyes, Jiang Lai said with concern, "I'll take you to see a psychiatrist when you go back to city A. Long-term nightmares may be due to some kind of neurological problem."

Cen Miao resisted seeing a psychiatrist from the bottom of her heart, and she resolutely rejected Jiang Lai's suggestion: "No, I don't have any mental illness, maybe it's because I've heard so many stories about the Wei family that I get so scared that I keep having nightmares."

"Really nothing?"

"Don't worry. You said yesterday that I treated you like a child, afraid that you would fall and touch me. I'm just having a nightmare. Are you so worried?"

Jiang Lai focused his eyes on the mountain road, and stopped persuading him: "Okay, there are still a few hours to go back, you can sleep for a while."