After the white moonlight cuts the black

Yan Hui's left cheek became red and swollen quickly, and he was imprisoned in front of his chest by Meng Huaiming, feeling the beating heart hammering hard at the side of his face.

Like another hard slap, or a lingering kiss.

He finally broke the taboo.

The unspoken rules formed between Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui for a long time were declared stranded.

Meng Huaiming had a sword hanging in his heart, and he was even afraid of Yan Hui thinking of this.

Like the tree of the knowledge of good and evil in the Garden of Eden, it is sad to be noticed by the innocent man and woman.

The rule is to see through but not tell. The fruit is full of juice and full of temptation. We conspire to steal it, and be careful. The snake will take the blame for us. From then on, we will walk in the stomach and eat dirt for life. Only the humble beast is the culprit.

Yan Hui opened her mouth and bit Meng Huaiming's shoulder, wishing she could grow another pair of fangs, use the poison to paralyze his thinking, forget about these unfounded worries, and then devour his flesh and blood.

Yan Hui didn't want to talk about those dangers, and if it was just about feelings, he couldn't say anything more.

The usual pure mask was torn to pieces by himself.

How could he not know about Meng Huaiming's plan?

Mr. Meng is the secretary of the rules.

Su Ye lied a lot, but one sentence was true, the truth was truer than pure gold.

——Meng Huaiming once deeply loved that boy named Su Yaowen.

The starting point of all his acquired love comes from the young man who carved a radiant footnote in his best years.

He wants to keep Su Yaowen until he grows old. Meng Huaiming's wish is that simple.

Ms. Qiao He said: "Yan Hui, love, hate, love and hatred are broken, bad, and flowery. Only you can't see clearly."

Qiao He and Yan Hui are familiar with each other, and Ms. Qiao wrote Xiaolurongrong's promotional copy.

Meng Huaiming didn't know that his senior and Yan Hui had been pen pals for a long time.

The writers' circle said it was not small, but it was not big. Qiao He claimed that he had never been to the altar, and he had no scruples about going into the sea. He put on a vest and drove the car to the high speed, and drove the accelerator into the deep mountains.

She is a senior screenwriter who can smoke menthol cigarettes, and a "wife" who can write fan-cut videos. She is a strange combination of the soul of a young girl and a 48-year-old young woman.

Qiao He was having sex in the old bar of Yan Hui's hometown, Yan Hui couldn't hold the crooked lady, and a singer who didn't know if she was an adult sang hilariously... "But the makeup is all on, but for whom? Well, but for whom is it unloaded, but why do you continue to believe that there will be, the dog｜fart happiness at the next stop?" *

The moving head lamp pierced the light of the wizard lamp, LEDPAR's sharp sword screamed, Qiao He's wavy brown-red hair covered half of her face, and the man next to the table squinted and looked at her seductively.

Qiao He put aside that piece of hair, the man frowned quickly, and turned his head to hide his disgusted expression.

"Fuck you, my mother has a lot of chicks!" Qiao He laughed loudly, and the black birthmark the size of a palm on the talented female screenwriter's face also smiled sarcastically.

She is committed to discovering the resonance of the soul and the simple love, the beauty and goodness, the starting point is an ugly face.

Ms. Qiao, who was too drunk, could not move on the bicycle Yan Hui was riding. She cried and laughed, hugged Yan Hui and called his best friend loudly, which aroused frequent glances from passers-by.

She talked drunkenly, with tricky logic, and talked about how her family never cared whether she liked men or women, because it was unnecessary.

Men and women will not want her, only the disabled, the lame, the poor and the stupid will marry her and go home.

Yan Hui coaxed her to look like this, but you will always find your one in a million.

Yan Hui coaxed her and coaxed himself, but then he couldn't go on coaxing him anymore.

One in a million is still in the womb, appearance is the capital of asking price.

He occasionally thought of Qiao He, especially when he saw his face in the mirror.

Yan Hui would slap his face with glass when he was insane, and Zhao Hao would slap him like Meng Huaiming, with a much stronger force, and he would become even more dazed after being slapped a few times.

"I'm sorry." Meng Huaiming hugged Yan Hui tighter the more it hurt, and closed his teeth even more when Yan Hui was in severe pain.

Pain cannot communicate with each other, pain can only be superimposed, and the pain is exchanged for empathy.

"I won't say that next time."

"Okay, let's not talk."

"Don't hit me."

"sorry."

"..."

Meng Huaiming couldn't answer. Once Yan Hui's sharpness was applied to a specific person, that person would feel oppressed and threatened.

He didn't say it out to follow the rules. If he said it out, he would inevitably lead to death. All his use of power for personal gain, and all the humiliation that he himself is not ashamed of.

Meng Huaiming is a loyal server, so he can also seek some benefits from the leader's family. The assistants around the leader will always have the opportunity to take advantage of the loopholes and reward him with sweetness harmlessly.

How can the youth not die of time?

The answer is obvious.

——Let him live in the memory of more people.

Ye Ziqing in "Dear Man by the Window" is the convenience he obtained under the shadow of a huge system through the hands of Yan Hui.

He is immortal, the first young man.

"fraud."

Yan Hui withdrew from his embrace, and the dangerous cloth covered it firmly with a corner removed.

Yan Hui took out her phone and clicked on the food delivery app, saying, "I'm a little hungry."

It was as if the dispute just now and even the fight didn't happen.

He browsed the page: "Which one do you order for takeaway?"

In the projected screen of the neglected movie, there is a lonely figure, and the close-up of the man's face is vicissitudes and upright.

They used to watch this movie over and over again, analyzing the extreme adaptation, montage techniques, and textbook acting skills, but now Yan Hui doesn't want to see how this scene is handled.

The conflict was resolved easily, and in a blink of an eye it was the date for Meng Huaiming to meet the director.

Usually, after this day's schedule starts, it means that screenwriter Meng's vacant period is over. He will contact more producers and planners, and the banquet will find him anytime and anywhere.

While changing the drama, he will also serve as a production assistant. After the filming starts, he will follow the progress of the crew, and his leisure time will be relatively few.

He has already been considered a success in his work as a screenwriter. Others speculate that one day he may have had enough of his addiction, and he will retire and return to be his young master who inherited tens of millions of fortunes.

After Meng Huaiming parked the car, he happened to bump into Director Sun, and he heard Director Sun yelling from a distance: "Old Meng!"

The director looked older than Meng Huaiming, but called him Lao Meng.

Meng Huaiming gave him a cigarette, and Director Sun noticed Yan Hui, "Who is this little brother?"

"he……"

"I belong to Teacher Meng..." Yan Hui glanced at Meng Huaiming, "Apprentice, my name is Chen Jin."

"Okay, Lao Meng, I haven't brought a newcomer for hundreds of years!" Director Sun patted him on the shoulder and winked at him.

Naturally, Meng Huaiming knew where he was going, but he was unwilling to reveal Yan Hui's identity at first, and was thinking about how to prevaricate, but Yan Hui seemed unexpectedly sophisticated.

Yan Hui also ran with him to the set before, had a lot of banquets, held the old-fashioned style, did not sing or dance at the banquet, and even left early when the atmosphere was not good.

However, the original author is at best a mascot-like existence in the crew, and it doesn't matter whether he stays or leaves, and with Meng Huaiming standing beside him, his broken mouth is at most a few words of literati.

Meng Huaiming and Sun Dao went to the villa, clean the remote private village, eat expensive so-called green and harmless private kitchen, the room name is arty, their room is called "Yongyule", the compartment is "Poppy", and the next room is "Poppy". In response to the order of God".

Director Sun also reached out and dialed the hollowed-out door plate: "It's pretty decent."

It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, it's just trying to be quiet, it's suitable for soft and hard, open and dark arrows.

As usual, Director Sun came up and started with a few polite words, and praised Meng Huaiming's talent in front of Yan Hui. Yan Hui listened with a smile, not nodding, but obediently like a student studying under a teacher.

Director Sun looked at Yanhui pleasing to the eye, and thought that Meng Huaiming liked such a personality, playing teacher-student games, looking strange and clean, maybe he just dug into him right after graduation.

No matter how young you are, Director Sun also prefers this kind. He always thinks that he has great ambitions, and he uses the carefulness brought out in the ivory tower, and puts on a noble air, which is actually very easy to coax.

"Don't panic, Xiao Chen. With you, Brother Meng, the screenwriter team has to protect you." Director Sun picked up the peanuts on the porcelain plate, and the topic went smoothly. It also depends on Director Sun's face."

"You haven't passed by. I think Xiao Chen is very good. With you leading the way, the future is not bright, but this time, heh, I have a hard time, and I will lose my face."

This is to say Kanzi.

"As far as this script is concerned, didn't I tell you the situation before, my brother, I don't want to fight with you, my brother."

Director Sun rubbed the peanut shells on the ground and dropped the crumbs, "The male number one is Chu He. He had a bad scandal a while ago, and he is waiting for the opportunity to turn around."

Chu He?Yan Hui raised her eyebrows, the name was unfamiliar to them.

Isn't this one of the thousands of flowers that Meng Huaiming's first love, Bai Yueguang, hooked up with?

Chu He is the top 2 of Su Ye's most popular pairings, and the top 1 has been in dispute, but the top 1 is his fiancée Huang Tiantian.

As a guest of a dance talent show, Chu He danced with contestant Su Ye to the CP "Wild Crane". He has a large number of fans on the Internet, and they are a very popular couple of the same sex.

After the dance show, they also collaborated in a few plays, with roles that they couldn't beat, and they did a few promotional activities together.

When Chu He was in the limelight, there were many gossips, and there were not less than a few Su Ye. Now that he is in trouble, Su Ye is in full swing. It has proved that Feng Shui takes turns.

"There are also two people who don't worry about it. One is called An An who sings, and the other is Tong Shuize who became a monk halfway through."

"The one who challenged Chu He was Tong Shuize? It's a company that fights with each other."

Meng Huaiming's tone seemed to be clear about this industry, Yan Hui was not surprised, Director Sun patted the table, "Oh, it's hard to explain, anyway, he can't run away, he has his share, and Chu He wants to be the first name when he is in trouble."

"What is the origin of this An'an?"

"The little singer who invested in the big head, Junxi Group, came from a real estate background."

"Junxi..." Meng Huaiming repeated in a low voice, thoughtfully, "Are they also here to compete with the Internet?"

"No, real estate is not easy to deal with now. The new taxation policy has just been released, and the price was still controlled in the early stage. The Internet is so good, and they all want to share the pie."

Meng Huaiming didn't notice Yan Hui's sudden tense breath.

Just as he was talking, someone knocked on the door.

Tong Shuize took off his mask and came in with a bright smile, so happy that he thought he was here to receive some kind of international award.

He greeted each one first, and when it was Yan Hui's turn, he smiled and nodded at him, looking like a sunny boy.

"Did A-Tong meet something good? Let's hear it."

Tong Shuize is young, and the elders in the circle call him A-Tong, and he is happy to agree.

"It's nothing serious." He smiled sincerely, "It's just that the two cats are fighting at the door, and it's going to start when they're pinching each other. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha) I'm dying of laughter..."

The three people at the table moved differently, Yan Hui lowered his head knowingly, Meng Huaiming smiled but said nothing, Director Sun grinned with a stiff expression.

"Cough! What nonsense!"

Tong Shuize's assistant came out to slow down the scene: "There is a traffic jam in the urban area, so I hurried here by detour. A Tong is not happy on the road. I'm afraid I didn't taste the food you ordered when I came late."

"It's not too late, it's not too late..."

As soon as the words fell, the carved wooden door behind Tong Shuize was opened, and a man in a suit and leather shoes came in. He apologized politely, and reported to the house: "I am Chu He's manager."

Looking around, he said politely: "Mr. Chu is not feeling well, so he asked me to bring gifts for Director Sun and the children."

Mr. Manager carried the exquisitely packaged gift box and distributed it to them on the spot. The quantity he brought was more than the number of people present. Except for Director Sun’s gift box which was special, the rest of the normal ones were going to be thrown in the hotel.

Director Sun was fiddling with presents. This routine was tried and tested. He wanted to give gifts to people who praised him, and he also gave gifts to others who cursed. The phrase "children" was not meant for him.

As soon as the visitor sat down firmly, three dishes were served, the fish slices were cut on the crystal clear ice, the small vegetables were exaggeratedly tender, there were faintly thin lutes and singing pieces outside the window, Yan Hui leaned slightly, and was hearing "He taught me to collect..." Singer An An came late.

An An is different from Tong Shuize, Tong Shuize is sunshine, An An is charming, they don't mind using this word on men, An An looks too feminine, wears light makeup, facial features look extremely delicate, but after a long time, there is always Kind of unnatural.

An An also politely apologized and said hello to everyone. When he came to Yan Hui, he jumped over him first, and after turning a corner lightly, his eyes suddenly locked.

Yan Hui looked at him generously, and An An smiled softly: "Hello."

"Now everyone is here!"

If the people are all together, whether it is the Shura field or the meat forest banquet in the wine pool, there should be a match.

Director Sun stood up and picked up the wine glass. He and Meng Huaiming were on the front line in this scene, and he knew in his heart that he had to toss Meng Huaiming first.

"Let me introduce to everyone again, this is the screenwriter of Meng Da, everyone in the circle knows it!" There were small praises, followed by three or four "Brother Meng".

Director Sun slipped his wine glass in front of Yan Hui again, "This is screenwriter Chen Jin, brother Meng's favorite student, who came here to practice, and will be a new star in writing books in the future!"

Yan Hui just laughed, Meng Huaiming was afraid that he had taken the medicine first, and was about to stop him from drinking when Tong Shuize's assistant over there suddenly raised his glass: "Chen is a great screenwriter, at first glance I thought he was a colleague, no, if you write The script writers have come to act, and many people in the industry have to go out of business."

The sound of the pipa outside the window is loud and loud, overshadowing the babbling lyrics.

Director Sun Shunpo boasted: "That's right, I used to be an amateur, but I'm a cultural genius."

"Screenwriter Chen is a young talent." An An also toasted to him, her voice choked: "You are so talented, and you are Brother Meng's apprentice. I want to ask you for advice... just passing by the main courtyard, I heard singing. I’ve been listening to it outside for a long time, what words are they singing?”

Meng Huaiming had heard earlier that there was an opera outside the villa. It was not a serious singing style, and no one would listen to it seriously. An An's question made it easy to embarrass people.

An'an's assistant was about to have a haha, but Yan Hui raised his glass. He stood upright. From Meng Huaiming's perspective, the profile of his face seemed to be gently brushed with colored pencils, but the skin behind his ears was white. It's like quenching the cold fire.

With a slight smile, Yan Hui squinted her eyes, "It's Zhu Louzhe from <Suolin Nang>."

Meng Huaiming's heart skipped a beat.

"The way is: He taught me to put away the remaining hatred and avoid coquettish anger. Let me renew myself and change my love. Stop falling in love with the passing water, and turn around in the sea of ​​bitterness..."

He raised his head and drank it down in one gulp, tilting the empty glass as a signal.

"Wu Lanyin early."

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