After the white moonlight cuts the black

Things are not going well for Director Sun recently.

Wangshan ran a dead horse, Sun did not believe this in his early years.

Not long after he entered the industry, he made a very stylish film with his inspiration, won several domestic comprehensive competition awards, and was nominated for a Chinese film award.

Having tasted the sweetness in the film industry at a young age, the praise of talented wizards made my ears callous.

The young and energetic Director Sun did not expect that when he became famous too early, there would be a large group of peers waiting for him to fall. After all, behind the talented geniuses, there are Jiang Lang's exhaustion and Zhong Yong's injury.

Watching the fall of genius is simply wonderful.

Just like Director Sun's famous film: luxury is always accompanied by danger and disillusionment, just like a young man who is too beautiful and too demonic.

The opportunity for Director Sun to get acquainted with Meng Huaiming was this film. Back then, he had a high vision and great ambitions. He conspired with Meng Huaiming, who was not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, to make a film that will go down in history. Memories of a generation.

And when Director Sun recognized the reality, he wished he could smack his own back then.

What do movies rely on?Director Sun hiccups on the wine table, relying on celebrities, big names, images that can make your blood boil, team marketing, a radiant group, the primacy effect, and creating the hottest buying points in the shortest period of time .

——Rely on!

Meng Huaiming scolded: "What the hell are you talking about?"

"It can't be all Internet celebrities, it's good to be all black!" Director Sun lay on the table drunkenly, flicking his fingers towards the bubbling cup.

The novel "You Come and I Go" received such a comment:

"The most pitiful life is that when you cry when you are young, no one hugs you, when you are curious, no one understands, when you are young, no one knows about your heart, when you are young, there is no light at night when you go home, when you look back at old age, you even forget your birthday."

It is also in line with the fate of the protagonist.

The background of this novel is set in a prefecture-level county town, and it tells about the changes in the relationship between the two children of Zhuma Zhuma and the turning point of their lives.

The protagonists, Zheng Cheng and Wen Liang, have a crotch-opening friendship, and they have gone through the third year of high school, the college entrance examination, and the separation after graduation... Many years later, they meet again on the overpass in the bustling coastal city.

The story starts from the encounter, and the flashback method is full of hazy and psychedelic feelings.

The length of the novel is not long, and there are three points of conflict. They are Wen Liang being beaten by his father and Zheng Cheng helping him, coming out before the college entrance examination, and meeting after the college entrance examination. These all happened in the memory line.

Most of the lines in the normal space-time line are warm and soft, but the suspense of the full text is placed here.

In fact, Wen Liang did not appear on the bridge at all. He himself passed away a few years ago, and the reunion on the bridge is just a dream of Zheng Cheng.

Dreams beautify reality, covering up all kinds of compromises and blows of reality.

The place where they actually signed the contract was Shiqiao in their hometown, where the two separated.

And it was Wen Liang's friend Zhou Bozhou who came to the appointment.

At that time, Zheng Cheng's career was frustrated, he was alone, and he was seriously ill. He originally wanted to see Wen Liang again and die.

At the end of the story, Zhou Baizhou told him that the river under the bridge was flowing day and night. Wen Liang’s last words said that he never retreated in his life, but always moved forward. But this time when he finally reached the end and saw the sky high and the sea wide, he would break down. Come back, as long as you go forward alive, he can return from the dead.

The triple meaning of you coming and me going is the separation between the two parties on the stone bridge and the overpass, the divergence of life and death, and the reunion of emotions.

This is not a novel suitable for film.

Obscure allegory, tedious details, slow pace, long monologue.

Compared with the interlocking plots of Tangyuan Distiller's Less, this is more like a product he wrote at will to abuse readers.

Meng Huaiming's memo recorded the director's request for the adaptation of this film. The rigid point is to cancel most of the previous experiences of the two protagonists. Needless to say, Meng Huaiming can handle it accurately.

What is difficult is that Director Sun is still obsessed with the youthful feelings of his famous works, and asked to write the scene of the appointment after the college entrance examination with style and atmosphere.

As for the atmosphere, Director Sun himself couldn't tell.

He has polished his spirituality, and he is still trying to regain the brilliance of passion in that fleeting moment.

When the requirements are superimposed, it is already equivalent to breaking up the structure of the novel.

At least half of the [-] words in the full text are memories. If they are cut off, the focus will be shifted to the timeline representing "dreams" and "reality", which are only a few words in the original text.

To put it bluntly, in the end it was up to the screenwriter to make a fool of himself.

Meng Huaiming has experience in taking on Dangai dramas, but this is the first time he has seen this style of script.

The reason why he rushed to ask for it was that he challenged himself a lot, and Tangyuan distiller's grains was indeed a pseudonym that he could rely on, and he himself liked his style, so he decided to accept it at that time.

Later, the obstacles became too great, and Meng Huaiming himself was entangled in all kinds of troubles, so he paid the liquidated damages and became the shopkeeper.

But now this novel has a very different meaning to Meng Huaiming.

This is Yan Hui's novel.

And it might be his only chance to get close to Yan Hui again.

Recently, Yan Hui's spirit has improved a little. Meng Huaiming has pointed out the reason why he lost control. He only said that it was not going well before, accompanied by depression tendencies.

All are unexplained diseases.

Meng Huaiming wanted to ask, but endured it again and again, and finally decided to let Jiang Hua inquire.

He wanted Yan Hui to tell him personally, but the possibility was almost zero.

In the past, Yan Hui was easy-going, and he didn't feel uncomfortable when he moved to a new place. He moved in silently and tidied up the house silently.

The house is far from the urban area, and it takes more than 40 minutes to drive. The advantage is that the air quality is high, facing the artificial lake, the scenery is not too elegant, and it is better than the steel-framed forest.

Yan Hui didn't look at the lake very much. For the first few days, she just drew the curtains tightly and slept with her head closed. She had to order takeaway or eat junk food brought by Jiang Hua for her three meals.

After sleeping for a few days, he started to write, and Meng Huaiming didn't ask about the specific content.

He seldom goes out, doesn't go into the kitchen, and stays near his desk from morning to night, switching between handwritten and electronic versions.

Meng Huaiming thought that Yan Hui had never written by hand before, but now that he picked it up again, he found that it was not because of nostalgia.

His eyes seemed to be worse than before. Meng Huaiming saw Yan Hui take off his glasses more than once and cover his eyes with his hands.

Meng Huaiming couldn't figure out whether Yan Hui was crying because of staring at the electronic screen for a long time, or because of depression.

With the character building experience of "Honey Pot", he has more or less learned some knowledge about mental illness, and feels that Yan Hui's symptoms are correct, and some of them are not quite suitable.

At least he is in a good mood when he is working. When listening to cross talk and watching programs on the sofa in the living room, he will also express his joy when he encounters funny and interesting jokes.

On the Internet, he used the account number of Tangyuan distiller's grains to reply to readers' comments, and occasionally sent a few microblogs.

One is a photo of the succulents on the balcony. It was a rare time he went out and brought back a few pots from the flower shop. There are Guanyin lotus, Tang Yin, and a fat light orange flower that cannot be named .

Netizens replied: [Big, this is called Luoshen!It's a fat fairy 2333]

Distiller's lees glutinous rice balls: [It's so round and cute]

The succulents in the picture are kept in small pots, and the light of the setting sun shines. Yan Hui also specially added a layer of filter to make the whole picture show a warm yellow tone.

Would such meticulousness be the attitude of a mentally ill patient?

Leaving aside the undercurrent of changes, Yan Hui and Meng Huaiming lived in peace under the same roof.

This is really strange.

Yan Hui's current habits have deviated from those when they lived together, and some of them have remained.

Meng Huaiming had the illusion that they hadn't broken up.

Most of the time, he had to smash the new cage with his own hands.

"We'll see the director at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

"En." Yan Hui snapped open the disposable chopsticks.

So Meng Huaiming made up his mind to practice his culinary skills, so as not to make the kitchen so smoky that Yan Hui would not even have a place to serve a bowl of noodles.

"Have you finished the first draft?"

"On the computer..." Meng Huaiming stopped: "Sorry, I'll send it to you now."

This is a situation that has never happened before, Meng Huaiming's office computer is always open to Yanhui.

And now, what position does Yan Hui use to tamper with his computer?

The atmosphere between the two was awkward and delicate.

Someone else's lover lives and works with his ex-boyfriend, and it will make people confused when they talk about it.

There are conclusions.

——That is: what a pair of dogs｜a man and a man.

Meng Huaiming looked for Yan Hui's number in the mailbox, and then fell into an even bigger predicament.

"That... what is your current contact information?"

After asking, he regretted it. If Yan Hui said the answer of "it's the original number", how should he ask him again.

Fortunately, Yan Hui didn't notice this, maybe he really changed the mailbox.I saw him grab a piece of paper at random, write down the contact information, mobile phone number, WeChat, QQ mailbox, everything is available, like the kind of child and old man who may get lost at any time, showing the relevant information comprehensively.

The email is sent successfully, and Yan Hui reads it directly on the web page.

He finished the first draft with only an outline, and he read it quickly. After flipping through to the end, he put away his phone, used the remote control to change channels and continued watching TV.

No comments were posted.

"Yanhui?" Meng Huaiming probed.

The play has been dismantled to pieces, Meng Huaiming tried his best to preserve its core, but he was afraid that Yan Hui would not see it, so he didn't want to watch it.

Yan Hui aimlessly picked movies in the movie section, and chose a movie that was once popular all over the country. The actor insisted on being precise and accurate all his life, but he didn't expect that after waking up from a dream, everything was wrong and everything was right. reality.

A lifetime is unbelievably long, but also so short that it can only be a dream.

"It was expected to change to this way," he said.

Meng Huaiming didn't like his attitude very much.

It seems that I have lost focus on the things I should care about, but it fits the characteristics of depression.

This state is so similar to Yan Hui before his rebirth, which is another year later.

He wasn't depressed, but just went along with everything. As for whether the result was good or bad, he didn't want to pay attention at all.

"Dangai drama, the direction of the director is like this."

"The release rate of gay films is too low, and I don't think my article has much value, and it's not suitable for a movie."

"However, it is a copyright that is short of money to sell. It is up to me to change it to whatever it is."

He turned up the volume.

"So, screenwriter Meng, just change it, and put on a name that you come and go. Except for details, I don't care about the general direction."

"You do not care?"

"not give a damn about."

"What do you mean you don't care?" Meng Huaiming held down his remote control, covering the screen with his body, Yan Hui lowered his eyes, and let go of his hand naturally.

"It doesn't matter if you don't care."

The remote control fell freely, and Meng Huaiming seemed to have been pressed the volume up button: "You don't care? I will give you the right to speak now. You are a member of the screenwriter team. This is your novel, but now you say you don't care?"

"You give me the power to decide what to make of it?"

Yan Hui raised her tail.

"It should never have been filmed and I've thrown it away."

Meng Huaiming grasped this point: "How can you treat your hard work like this, you obviously have more authority than many people."

"Permission? Because of you, Meng Huaiming?" Yan Hui let out a muffled laugh: "Because of the permission you gave me, the permission of a writer who is lucky enough to participate in the production team?"

"Yes, it's my novel, but I've already bought and sold it. I've sold it with a group of people. Now you ask me to save it. How can I save it?"

Meng Huaiming knew that he shouldn't argue with him at this time. He knew that Yan Hui's language skills were not bad, but he didn't know that he could still be so "smart".

A year ago, Yan Hui spent most of her time complaining, slowly unraveling the truth, with jokes and a little bit of helplessness.

His sharpness is covered with sponge.

Yan Hui sneered: "What is the result... The result is that I am committing a crime..."

"you……"

"I advocated homosexuality, and I let a group of children become their fans, from a text with limited communication power... to a media, to a business chain..."

"Yan Hui, stop this topic!"

"There is no difference..."

Meng Huaiming clearly felt out of control.

"I haven't taught them the truth yet, let them be obsessed!"

"Yan Hui, you think too much!"

"What can I say? What I say is that what should be photographed cannot be photographed, and what should not be photographed is hidden in order to stand out."

"enough!"

"Meng Huaiming, this is ridiculous, you want me to—"

--Snapped!

Meng Huaiming slapped him.

Immediately afterwards, he leaned over, with such strength that he seemed to strangle Yan Hui to death in his arms.

"You don't have to understand."

Meng Huaiming pressed Yan Hui's hair with one hand, and neither of them could see the other's expression.

This is too close to the limit, too dangerous.

The author has something to say: About why people beat people:

Mr. Meng is still in a delusion of "oh, I can save everything when I am reborn", but he suddenly discovered that his former docile and kind lover was not like that.

What makes him angry is that Yan Hui is "provoking" the rules. Once the author who bought the copyright has too many concerns and has an overly strong sense of guilt (such as thinking that his ip adaptation distorts the sexual orientation of minors), he may not sell the copyright again. If you do, you will live a very painful life, and you will be easily blocked and have accidents.

Under the double mental pressure, Mr. Meng became impulsive.

But at the moment, both of them are not quite normal (...), let's see the follow-up development, bow!