After time travel

When the producer and director asked for water injection, Wang Shu was very happy.

If a romantic drama wants to add water, most of the screenwriters will choose to add an infatuated male partner, or another pair of CPs. On the one hand, it can make the plot more ups and downs, and on the other hand, it can use the popularity of the protagonist to promote newcomers to the top.

In essence, "Stomach Heart" is a drama with a leading actor, and a large part of the text is about the experience of the hero Wei Xin abroad and his career development after returning to China. When writing the novel, Wang Shu considered some The plot is too straightforward to explain in words, so I didn't write it, but TV dramas don't have this concern. Some things don't need to be written word by word, and the audience can understand them.

Although Wang Shu has never watched TV dramas, but based on his understanding of the film and television industry during this period of time, he clearly knows that in this kind of urban dramas for the younger generation, there are very few male protagonists like Yang Yan... Well, Not very little, but none.

What Wang Shu wants to do is to let Yang Yan, who is "loved" by the uncle and aunt, appear in the young people's painting style naturally without any sense of disobedience. So he intends to make Wei Xin's life abroad a little more difficult, involving some darkness, violence, deceit, and racial discrimination.

Only after going through these things, can Wei Xin grow from a fat guy who has a secret crush on Shen Anran to a man who fits Yang Yan's image.

However, after Wang Shu handed over the water-filled outline to the producer, he was not satisfied.

Producer Zhao Jin: Well, the plot is really good, but is the role of the heroine a little less?None of the actresses who are popular now are willing to give Yang Yan a second chance.

What Zhao Jin said was quite euphemistic, and when it came to the mouths of those actress fans, fans would tear Yang Yan's if it was his own steaming and cooking.

The truth is this, and it is difficult for Wangshu to continue to add plots on this basis.

Producer Zhao Jin: I discussed it with Director Guo, how about putting some effort into Si He?Si He is Shen Anran's first love, a high school student, we slightly changed his plot to make him more upright, no matter how you say it, urban dramas also need to add some popular elements, the current audience loves to watch infatuated male supporting roles and love rivals Drama.

Zhao Jin is not picky at all about the good or bad of the plot. All he thinks about is how to cater to the audience, but his suggestion is indeed feasible. In the novel, Si He is a face-made character who promotes the plot. His task is to let Wei Xin Go abroad, let Wei Xin fight, let Wei Xin go to the police station, what Wang Shu has to do is to enrich the characters.

Wang Shu: Then I will try.

Zhao Jin likes his straightforwardness. Nowadays, many professional screenwriters are very lofty. They regard the script as their own children, and they are not willing to change it at all. If they put an advertisement in the play, they have to ask grandpa to sue grandma.

It's better to be realistic.

With an idea, it is much easier to write a script.

In fact, the cycle of writing a script is not as long as that of a novel. The main reason for the time-consuming and labor-intensive revision is that it is not good if you think it is good. You need to communicate with the producer and director, evaluate the investor, and the final draft will not be finalized until everyone approves it. This final draft has only reached the level where it can be turned on, and there will be many sudden changes in the draft during shooting.

There are many stories that die in this confusion of opinions, and if they can resist, they can stand out.

When Wang Shu wrote the script, he felt that he was a genius, and he wrote like a god, but he revised it three times in five days.

When he was irritable and tired and wanted to smash the computer, Yang Yan came back.

Yang Yan got off the plane at seven o'clock in the evening, and knocked on Wang Shu's door with a bunch of fruits and vegetables at nine o'clock, filling his refrigerator.

Wang Shu lazily leaned on the sofa, looking at Yang Yan who hadn't seen him for half a month.

He has lost weight, and his facial features are more profound and handsome. He is sitting there upright and upright, his eyelashes drooping, expressionless, with an inexplicable sense of aloofness.

It's exactly what Wei Xin looks like in the later stage of the plot.

"The producer has already confirmed you to play Wei Xin, and they will contact your agent soon."

Yang Yan didn't respond, and just said, "I will act well."

Yang Yan couldn't be more clear about how much work Wang Shu put into "Stomach Heart".

With Wang Shu's personality, it may be once in a lifetime to complete a task so earnestly and attentively. Of course, he must do his best to help Wang Shu complete it, just like eating and drinking water, he should do it.

"You promised that?"

Yang Yan didn't speak.

Wang Shu sat up and approached him slowly, the closer he was to Yang Yan, the stiffer Yang Yan's body became.

"Yang Yan..."

Wang Shu's voice was very soft, and Yang Yan couldn't help but respond, "Yes."

"Why do you have such an expression?" Wang Shu asked knowingly.

He has been hot and cold in the past half month, and he has almost played a man who does not have a very high IQ into a fool.

"I..." Yang Yan wanted to ask Wang Shu, what do you mean by posting those circles of friends, but he deceived himself first, and he didn't know how to speak. Suddenly, the shy words of Wang Shu under the street lamp that night flashed through his mind. Face, "Didn't you say that you have something very important to tell me when I come back?"

"Yes, it's very important, but I'm hungry now, so I don't want to talk about it." Wang Shu leaned on the sofa pillow beside him, and seemed to be leaning on his shoulder, flirting with him softly.

Hearing Wang Shu said that he was hungry, Yang Yan stood up reflexively, "I'll cook."

When he got up, the pillow Wang Shu was leaning on was tilted on the sofa, and he also lay down.

"..."

How should I put it, it is impossible to have an affair with Yang Yan.

Wang Shu still remembers that when he was in that world, he used many ways to express his feelings openly and secretly, but he didn't get any response. He even once thought that Yang Yan was a "straight man of steel", until he had the cheek to drill into him. Entering Yang Yan's bed...

Thinking of what happened at that time, Wang Shu's fair and delicate cheeks were tinged with a thin blush.

Yang Yan's voice came from the kitchen, "There is fruit in the refrigerator, you can eat some first, the meal will take a while."

"it is good--"

One of the most ordinary nights in summer, the air conditioner is blowing a cool breeze, the warm lights are scattered in every corner of the living room, the dog blood drama at [-] o'clock is playing on the TV, and Wang Wang is lying on the floor beside the French window wagging his tail Playing with a small ball that makes sound, there is a gurgling sound from the casserole in the kitchen, and the strong smell of tomato and beef brisket soup is in the air. Wang Shu sits cross-legged on the sofa, holding half a sweet watermelon in his arms. Holding the spoon, he dug out half of the middle piece of watermelon, stuffed it into his mouth, and then narrowed his eyes contentedly.

Yang Yan, who was passing by behind him, couldn't help reaching out and touching the back of his round head, "Don't rub your clothes."

"Okay." Wang Shu agreed obediently, he turned his head to look at Yang Yan, "What are you doing?"

"Sweeping the floor." Yang Yan's voice was a little low, and he sounded not in a good mood.

But Wang Shu is like soaking in a honey pot now, and he can't hear the difference between his sentence and the last sentence, "The ground is quite clean."

There was indeed no obvious dirt, what Yang Yan swept was dog hair and Wang Shu's hair.

Perhaps because of being tortured by the script, Wang Shu lost a lot of hair.

Yang Yan thought, he would cook some black sesame paste tomorrow morning, and he wanted to protect Wangshu's hair.

Although he doesn't dislike Wang Shu's baldness, Wang Shu himself will be very sad.

After sweeping the floor and the food was ready, Wang Shu consciously put the leftover watermelon into the refrigerator to serve the meal.

The rice is also the Wuchang rice that Yang Yan just brought over. It is fragrant, soft and sweet. When the lid of the rice cooker is opened, the room is full of fragrance.

Wang Shu was not really hungry just now, but now he is really hungry.

Yang Yan was also hungry, he still had lunch at noon, the two of them sat face to face, without saying a word, one tasted better than the other, it took only a while, the dishes on the table became leftovers, and the food in the pot The rice was also swept away.

I want to sleep when I am full.

Wang Shu leaned on the chair and yawned lazily. Yang Yan, who was about to ask him what he wanted to say, looked at the black eyes, and put the question back.

"I'll clean up, you go to sleep."

Why?Isn't he even curious about what I'm going to say?

Wang Shu pursed his lips, a small piece of flesh bulged on his left cheek, as if he was struggling with something.

Yang Yan sat opposite him and waited for him to speak.

"Yang Yan, are you sleepy?"

"Some." Yang Yan finished at twelve o'clock today, was anxious to catch the plane, and kept thinking about Wang Shu on the plane, so he didn't sleep for a moment.

"Then, sleep at my house. You wake me up tomorrow morning, and I will do morning exercises with you."

Wang Shu is talking nonsense, he can't go to morning exercise, he just wants Yang Yan to sleep at his house.

On the opposite side, Yang Yan's throat rolled, Wang Shu's eyes were scorching hot, he stood up suddenly, startled Wang Shu, but he was still a little excited inside.

What is this for?To kiss him or what?He just ate scrambled eggs, will there be an egg taste in his mouth?

Wang Shu admitted that he was an idiot at that moment, but Yang Yan opposite him would never be much smarter than him.

Because he said, "Okay, I'll go home first."

"Why go home?" Wang Shu was really confused, you should sleep at home after you go home!What's the point of his poor excuse!

"You have to take a shower and apply skin care products."

O a few K, you really can.

Young people may not understand it, but for older people, especially women, not washing their face overnight means clogged pores, oily acne, aggravated aging, and a sudden change similar to signing in for a year. A sense of loss.

Yang Yan went home to wash his face without even clearing the dishes, Wang Shu pouted his chin pondering over a serious question.

Why do they live so close?

What used to be a normal process has become awkward.

Although the process was a bit embarrassing, the result is still on track.

Wang Shu looked at Yang Yan who had washed well and was wearing plaid pajamas, ignoring logic and said shamelessly and solemnly, "There is only one quilt in my house."

"Sleeping together, I don't mind." Yang Yan's tone was also gentlemanly to the extreme.

Wang Shu has a pair of clear and innocent eyes, he is always ignorant like a child, he seems to have nothing on his mind, but Yang Yan knows that he has a lot of thoughts, from the first time he saw him, Yang Yan knew it.

By the way, the first time he saw Wang Shu, it wasn't that Wang Shu went to his house to steal rabbit meat, but at noon before that, he went hunting and passed by Aunt Sun's house, and Wang Shu sat on the wall of Aunt Sun's house She smiled silly, not knowing what she was doing, and made Aunt Sun laugh straight away.

Yang Yan has been alone since he was a child, and he rarely smiled. He couldn't help but stop, and stood behind the tree to watch secretly.

Wang Shu stepped on the ground and fell heavily from the wall, holding a square scarf in his hand. He stood up, shook the ashes from his body, held up the square scarf and smiled triumphantly, "Aunt Sun! You're done enough!"

"Oh, it doesn't hurt from the fall, does it?" Ordinary people will feel pain for a while if they fall.

"It's nothing if I fall, you can't climb such a high wall, don't you think so?"

The old lady in the village, it's good not to be disgusted by others. No one cares about you one by one. Aunt Sun felt so relieved and gave him half a basket of sweet potatoes.

Yang Yan watched him fall down on purpose.

If you have land but don't plant it, you will cheat for food and drink.

At that moment, he looked down on Wang Shu from the bottom of his heart.

The next moment, Wang Shu turned around, holding half a basket of sweet potatoes, biting his lower lip tightly, tears rolling in his eyes, and limping towards home, when he ran into an acquaintance, he gritted his teeth, how sweet it was How sweet.

Yang Yan couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but it was uncomfortable.

Later he found out that Wang Shu is not only thoughtful, but also guarded, always suddenly silent, full of thoughts.

It took him a whole year to let go of his defenses in bed and tell him about his bizarre experience.

Putting it in my arms every day, even a rock is warm, not to mention that Wang Shu is a sensitive and fragile child in his bones. Yang Yan made Wang Shu develop a habit of sleeping on the pillow in the dark night if he had something to say. On his arm, hiding under the quilt, said that it was only because it was the safest place in the world and the most reassuring place for him in Wang Shu's opinion.

Yang Yan's cognition on this point is very vague, he only thought that Wang Shu likes to tell secrets on the bed.

"What do you want to say to me?" Through the moonlight outside the window, Yang Yan clearly saw Wang Shu's trembling eyelashes, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous, always feeling that Wang Shu would say, I love you in a second , and the like, words that made him feel numb all over.

"Hmm..." Wang Shu lay beside him, not knowing where to start.

After careful consideration, he decided to admit his mistake first, "Yang Yan, I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I'm sorry for you a lot..." Wang Shu said, raised his hand, and carefully touched the scar on his forehead.

Yang Yan didn't move at all, letting his hand touch his forehead, "You... know that I was the one that day."

Wang Shu nodded, his eyes were reddened by the obvious scar, and his voice was tinged with tears, "Although I really want to deny that I was not the one who hit you, but I can't deny it."

That violent person is indeed Wang Shu, even now, a strange man suddenly rushes up to hug him and kiss him, Wang Shu still won't let him off lightly.

"What do you mean, it's not you?" Yang Yan subconsciously clenched Wang Shu's wrist.

Wang Shu didn't feel any pain. He looked at Yang Yan and took a deep breath. After his emotions gradually calmed down, he said slowly, "About ten months ago, I was in a coma for three full months and lived in a completely strange world. After three years, I met a man named Yang Yan."