After the white moonlight cuts the black

The pipa is tired and wants to take a rest, and change to a classic and melancholy old song, which is so classic that Director Sun can't help but scold.

He is so elegant, his heart died in the splendor, and he wants to be reborn with a shitty love.

With two chopsticks in his hand, Meng Huaiming looked at Yan Hui from the corner of his eye.

The docile "student" returned to vulgarity from the state of Wu Lanyin in the early days to the scars of raging fire and green grass. His lowered eyebrows drooped beside the small white porcelain cup in his hand. The nails of his index finger were in touch with each other. Where to go.

The strangeness climbed into Meng Huaiming's heart again.

Just now, Yan Hui's rolling Adam's apple seemed to have poured something that he couldn't grasp into his chest cavity, it was wet and cold, and the stamina was extremely hot.

Just when Yan Hui turned his head, Meng Huaiming read his meaning almost instantly when his eyes collided.

It seems that the room was chosen wrongly, it should not be "Yongyule", it should be worthy of "Poppy", and it should be worthy of a Hongmen banquet.

Director Sun's laughter invigorated the atmosphere on the table with difficulty, and when the seventh dish was served, his good face was already very reluctant.

Chu He's manager is a master of speech, An An himself is eloquent, and Tong Shuize's assistant barely fights for a tie.

Of course, Chu He hopes to be faithful to the original work and unfold it from Zheng Cheng's perspective.

An An obviously came prepared, saying that this is a Dangai drama, and the readers' little ones are spoiled, and the original novel is full of tears and tenderness?

It's not paying tribute to the works of the predecessors, but you still want to win the actor, right?

This is going around the bend to satirize Chu He for being overconfident.

Meng Huaiming found it interesting. It stands to reason that Tong Shuize was fighting with Chu He's family, but this time Tong Shuize only took the third male, and the ones who really got in the way were An'an and Chu Dafa from outside.

At this time, people from Tongshuize came out to speak: "Nowadays, it still depends on the audience. After all, this is delaying reform. It is playing the sidelines of revolutionary friendship, and we don't engage in homosexuality."

"Lovers are not full of love, so our plot can't be sold as brutal? When do you see when men and women of the same subject matter have used the male lead's perspective when they fall in love? It's all Xiaohuadan who can be the master."

"Furthermore, don't the audience all want to see some good-looking men engage in...interaction?"

Now he understands it beyond comprehension, the trick behind Tong Shuize's back is really not fancy.

His image is not suitable for any of the two male protagonists, so he can only take a third male lead, but what happened to the third male lead, he chose to cooperate with An An, first prying Chu He, An An won the home court, how to change it later, there are discussions .

"It still depends on the scriptwriter's intention?"

The agent saw the way of singing and singing. He represented his own artist. On the spot, it was the worst policy. The agent reacted quickly and even praised Meng Huaiming once: "Meng Huaiming is a good writer in the circle, and he must have a score in his heart. We are all laymen here. In the end How to write is still up to you."

Meng Huaiming had long been used to these rhetoric, Zhong Wuyan had something to do, Xia Yingchun had nothing to do, and only asked the screenwriter when he couldn't figure it out.

He smiled: "As far as I'm concerned, the outline is still out, let's talk about the clear ones first, and the hard parts can't be changed."

This is why Meng Huaiming can show his cards like this. If he uses Mengxin, who takes this industry as his job, and dares to be so presumptuous to investors, he will pack up and leave when he returns.

Meng Huaiming put down his chopsticks and sat up straight, "Everyone knows that this is Dangai, and the original book is Danmei. I don't need to introduce what Danmei is. It's still uncertain after the filming, is it Director Sun?"

"Hmph, yes, maybe it will be broadcast on the web." Director Sun knew that this was Meng Huaiming trying to find a place for himself, so he held his breath: "The first hurdle is that you can't be withdrawn, or you can say - withdraw immediately."

Director Sun knew that he was going all out, money and reputation were all on the line, and because of the current situation, he was trapped by others. It can be seen that the world is always unpredictable, and the plan cannot keep up with the changes. You can only gain a little bit of fame and wealth.

"So our position must first be based on the youth pain of teenagers, sincere friendship, pressure from adults, and help from old friends."

"Cherish life and stay away from depression." Tong Shuize's assistant greeted him.

Meng Huaiming frowned, and his eyes fell to Yan Hui's direction again. Yan Hui was actually taking notes with his head down, and he didn't know where he took out the notebook and pen.

Director Sun deliberately knocked on the table, obviously impatient with Tong Shuize, an overly clever assistant.

Meng Huaiming didn't answer the man's words, and continued: "I don't have much experience in movies, but I still understand creating conflicts. The big scene is saving people. Zheng Cheng's first collapse, Wen Liang's conflict in the hospital, these three Personally, I hope there will be no change."

The three players at home looked different.

An An's smile is reserved, and there is a trace of coldness in the corners of his delicately drawn eyes; Tong Shuize is ignorant, Meng Huaiming can guess that he has not read the original text at all, and it is hard to say whether he will read the script in the future; Chu He's manager is noncommittal, like an oil paint mask Her modesty and pride are hidden behind the glasses.

Meng Huaiming didn't answer the question directly. The conflicts he involved were the rivalry scene and the individual scene of the two protagonists.

"What suggestion do you have...Xiao Jin?" Meng Huaiming suddenly called his name.

Meng Huaiming's face was reflected in Yan's gray-black glass-like eyes, and just as he was about to shake his head, Meng Huaiming urged, "Tell me something casually."

He looked like he wanted to mention Yan Hui, which should be the honor that a favored disciple deserves, but Meng Huaiming's ulterior motives obviously did not lie in this.

Yan Hui knew that he was still brooding over that slap, and now it was an apology, which could also be interpreted as a temptation.

"The overall direction is the arrangement of Teacher Meng, and the main setting is in the dream timeline." Yan Hui glanced across half of the round table, paused for a few seconds on An An and Tong Shuize's assistants, and then moved away quickly.

"It's just because there are two male protagonists, the template of heterosexual love is not interesting. And even in the scenes of male and female protagonists of the same theme, it is just a convenient perspective, not biased."

"What is Xiao Chen referring to?" Director Sun is more willing to listen to cultural people talking about these abstract nonsense than listening to actors' demands for power.

"It's orientation. No matter what kind of social relationship, unless it's a special case, the emphasis is on equality. It's not about who has to depend on others, nor who has a miserable life experience. The louder the crying, the more attention will be gained."

Anna Si's elegant smile couldn't hold back, but Tong Shuize's assistant interrupted like grabbing the baton: "Screenwriter Chen is worthy of being Brother Meng's disciple. We were stunned by the set, so it's best for you to follow the original work as much as possible." Huh? After all, in the original text, the author speaks from the standpoint of the protagonist Zheng."

"No." Yan Hui denied, "This is a Dangai movie. Most of the angles in the original text are not advisable. Our new stance is best to convey a generalized social phenomenon, such as cold violence on campus, violence in the original family, etc. influence, the orientation of truth, goodness and beauty.”

Meng Huaiming was a little surprised.

It's not that he has never seen Yan Hui who talks eloquently, but Yan Hui who can still explain and even make rebuttals in front of so many people feels strange to him.

He clearly felt that Yan Hui seemed to have learned some things that he could not master before, such as judging the strength of both parties in social interaction, what to say to whom, and the steps of routines.

This was something that would never happen in the past. Yan Hui would not try to directly contact the producers, actors, etc. before, and Meng Huaiming did not need him to contact him. Yan Hui would entrust all the benefits of the script to him.

Regardless of whether it is "Honey Pot" or "Dear Man by the Window", it is of great significance to Meng Huaiming, and his request is highly consistent with the original author Yan Hui.

But this time Yan Hui was clearly making her own appeal.

He lowered the threshold and clarified in circles: I don't agree with your opinion, I have the logic of representing the author and the screenwriter at the same time.

"So first of all, even if the two male leads have an affair, they shouldn't use too much force." Yan Hui's tone was restrained.

Tong Shuize's assistant frowned, and leaned forward as if about to speak. Yan Hui pinpointed him precisely, and said with a smile: "The positioning is to popularize morality, and we must conform to it. At that time, nothing can be conveyed. Let's make a drama first." Trying to sell rot, but the result is not selling well, our screenwriting team has a lot of responsibility."

He was contradicting the unfinished sentence of the assistant just now: "The audience don't all want to see the good-looking men's fuck|ji."

...but you can't represent the audience.

Meng Huaiming suddenly understood the direction of Yan Hui's shooting.

He didn't listen.

Now Yan Hui wants to redefine a boundary. He wants to use the moral requirements of the rules in reverse to warn those who want to slander the core of his works.

Meng Huaiming's tongue coating became bitter.

——But what position do you rely on?

Tong Shuize's assistant was obviously choked by his smooth rhetoric, and it took him a long time to continue: "...OK, Brother Meng and screenwriter Yan know it well, and we are all at ease."

Director Sun raised his eyebrows secretly, and took a sip of his wine.

Chattering and toasting for three more rounds, the topic gradually jumped out of the script and the characters, and the original pleasure and relaxation were restored, and false relaxation often meant the end of the banquet.

They walked to the parking spot, and Tong Shuize was walking outside. This little star who was serious and didn't say a word at the table suddenly left the team for no reason, pushed aside the grass of the private villa, and took out two tiger skins from inside. cat.

Everyone was stunned by his behavior. He smiled and rubbed the heads of the two cats, letting their paws grab his jumper.

"Mizusawa!" the assistant called him, with a somewhat irritable tone, "Why do you hug someone else's cat?"

"It's wild, I asked the waiter." Tong Shuize held the cat in his arms like a child, "Maybe they will have kittens."

"So it's true." Yan Hui chuckled lightly.

For some reason, because of the two cats, the suppressed mood of the people present was swept away.

The awkward assistant and the unscrupulous Tong Shuize were communicating in a low voice, Tong Shuize pursed his mouth, turned his head and rolled his eyes, just in the direction of Yan Hui and the others, he was not embarrassed, tilted his head wink.

Meng Huaiming thought to himself, isn't this a fool?

Several people were looking for their own cars. As soon as Meng Huaiming turned the steering wheel, Yan Hui lowered the window to let in air.

"Wait, you see that?"

Yan Hui raised his chin, and Meng Huaiming looked in the direction.

Director Sun's car was parked on the separate lane opened by the villa.

He himself stood beside the car, followed by An An.

Meng Huaiming sneered: "No wonder he came here in person and brought no one with him. Sun Feng chose to eat here is also very good."

Yan Hui immediately raised the window, "Yong Yu Le really deserves the name."

He sank into the seat, closed his eyes and took a nap.

"Where do you want to go next?"

"Let's go back and change the book first."

Meng Huaiming probably guessed the answer. The atmosphere inside the car was silent, and outside the window was the gradually bustling street, and the rapidly growing buildings were far behind.

At the turn not far from home, Yan Hui answered the phone.

Seeing his face turn pale, Meng Huaiming immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"Please drive me to the Municipal Mental Health Center." Yan Hui's blood had faded completely, and Meng Huaiming's heart was wrenched, and he changed lanes at the nearest intersection without asking any more questions.

Yan Hui's mental state took a turn for the worse, and she almost fell when she got out of the car. She helped the car door to stand firm, which was completely different from the old man who was just now at ease.

He walked quickly to the hall, asked for information and ran to the elevator.

Meng Huaiming knew that his sister Yan Ran was hospitalized here, and the only person who could make Yan Hui so anxious was his blood relative.

Yan Hui's parents are both living here, but they have not been in contact with him for many years. Because Yan Hui came out of the closet, she has a close relationship with her family. Her sister Yan Ran has always been a dispensable existence in the family. In the end, the two siblings used different methods to get along with each other. left their hometown.

Yan Ran took the adult college entrance examination and was admitted to a top university located in this city. Meng Huaiming invited her to his home during the Chinese New Year and learned part of her past.

After high school, because Yan Ran was dissatisfied with her family's arrangements, she went out to venture alone. The choices given to her by her family were either to work directly, or to marry on a blind date while she was studying.

Instead of continuing her studies, she chose to sever her family relationship and come out to earn her future tuition fees.

Although the brothers and sisters of the Yan family were not dependent on each other after they both left home, they still supported each other. Yan Hui was mostly raised by Yan Ran when he was young, and Yan Ran's college tuition was assisted by Yan Hui's salary.

In the time and space of Meng Huaiming's rebirth, Yan Ran was already mentally disturbed, so during the time of merging, the siblings ended up dead and crazy.

Meng Huaiming obtained very limited information through Jiang Hua's investigation. He could only know the specific time of Yan Ran's admission and the reason for her hospitalization.

It's schizophrenia.

The hospital called Yan Hui to come over because Yan Ran attempted suicide.

"How is she?" Yan Hui could turn left and go out to hang water in his current state. Meng Huaiming grabbed his arm, the skin and bones under his palm were stiff, and he whispered, "Calm down."

"It was a near miss. I have calmed down now. We have dealt with the head injury."

The doctor is used to seeing panicked family members of patients, and he is not surprised by the occurrence of suicide incidents, but because the hospital has to bear the civil responsibility of nursing, and the person who came was a junior, he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed, so he turned to Meng Huaiming, "Now the quarter Alternately, the patient's condition is unstable, and your family members can't do it if you don't care, we will try our best to treat it here, and I hope you will cooperate."

"Okay, we will pay attention." Meng Huaiming knew what the doctor meant, but still followed his instructions.

Yan Hui looked at him and said nothing.

"Can we visit now?"

"No, we'll call you."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

The peaceful journey home was interrupted by this unexpected incident. Yan Hui returned to the residence in a daze, and closed the door tightly. Meng Huaiming was afraid that something would happen to him, so he listened to him from time to time.

That night, Meng Huaiming was awakened by a high-pitched scream. He rushed to Yan Hui's bedroom. In the dark room, the young man's face was glistening with tears, and his eyes were fixed on the ceiling.

"Go away..." Yan Hui's eyes slowly turned to Meng Huaiming's direction, the whites of his eyes were dead silent, and the black pearls were dim and scattered. do not look at me."