After the white moonlight cuts the black

Meng Chuqi was elusive, and could appear in any place they couldn't think of at any time.

Meng Huaiming has reason to suspect that her "earth escape" and "flash" skills are inherited from her godfather who has never seen the end of the dragon.

Ms. Chuqi was wearing her round-toed leather shoes, and the gothic-style LOLITA black dress was fluffy and wide, opening up a dark flower that was turned upside down in winter.

The overlapping skirts rustled as she walked, and the black lace braided into her hair gathered, turning into a big butterfly dormant in her hair, dragging down half of the tentacles of the gauze shadow.

When she was not on the road, her dressing style was unpredictable, and Meng Huaiming was used to it.

Chu Qi stood at a position that met the social distance, raised the sides of her skirt, bent her knees, and made her stature a little shorter.

The girl's curtsy was rigid, and Yan Hui chuckled and clapped her hands, repaying her respect for the curtain call.

Meng Chuqi stood up straight and asked, "Mr. Yan, do I have a chance to get your hand kiss?"

Yan Hui said, "Of course, there will be tulips today."

Meng Huaiming crossed his hands to listen to the conversation between the two without anyone else.

When Meng Chuqi got the answer, she blinked slyly, quickly blinking away the blurred moisture in her vision.

Then she changed into a classic and arrogant dress, and without restraint, she jumped in front of Yan Hui with big strides, and when she ran, her tutu skirt almost turned upside down.

The girl held Yan Hui's arm, and forced a hint of crying into her calm voice: "Brother Yan!"

The sound of "Brother Yan" made Meng Huaiming's lungs short of air.

The house on Lilac Street is a rare and stable girl. She is eccentric and full of tricks, and only writers can catch her.

The past is beautiful and ethereal.

Topics that do not bring economic value, such as the etymology of Coupling, the cultivation method of Xifu Begonia, what is the physiological structure of O in ABO, the fragrance of Xun Lingjun's clothes, the sketches of a certain painter's wife, and the hair perm lover cat……

They would throw pillows at each other over a hot topic, the carpet was full of leaked feathers, and Meng Huaiming could hear Chu Qi's screams and laughter in the garden.

Like a distant old dream.

She is a girl who is difficult to open her heart to others. She once asked them seriously whether they want to change.

The gregarious and the solitary seem to be in a single thought.

"What you want, what you need, whether you get it or lose it, pick it up or let it go, give in or persist, it's all good, just don't let yourself be too embarrassed or uncomfortable."

"Achieving 70.00% five satisfaction, the remaining five points are given to cause and effect, five points are used to delineate the circle, and five points are used to deal with those evil people and evil things that always meet."

"When these things are filled in your life, and you can still cry and laugh, you should be able to know what kind of person you want to be."

"It's not good chicken soup." Chu Qi kicked off her slippers, "But I drank it!"

Yan Hui is a person who likes to be reasonable. Meng Huaiming attributes this preference to the public courses in the normal school. He spent a month in the lecture hall of the university on the seventh day of junior high school. After listening to developmental psychology, moral education, and anthropology, he even hooked up with a old professor.

When Meng Huaiming went to arrest her, she was crying in the pavilion because of the old story from 50 years ago. The professor was very embarrassed and deliberately put on a straight face: "Young man! Be strong!"

But later the old professor agreed to write her a letter, which was regarded as compensation for the priceless tears of the little girl.

When they received the scroll, they only opened half a palm, and Meng Huaiming looked at Yan Hui with a complicated expression.

"The old man wrote this for a girl...it's still very unique."

When the long scroll was first opened, there was only a row of silver hooks painted on iron.

"I was originally a laughing maniac—"

At the end of the shocking long scroll is a private seal with a word inscribed in date red mud.

"Allow."

Although it was teasing, Meng Huaiming vaguely felt that the old man who gave birth once had already looked down on Chu Qi.

But there was room for it, and the scroll was closed with the word "Rong", as if hoping that she could save a way out.

When the walking time was over, as soon as Chu Qi stepped through the door, he looked around, like a little groundhog patrolling the territory.

Coupled with that look, I almost want to overturn his floor, dig out handcuffs, whip belts and other indescribable things from it, and then drag her brother Yan Hui to sue Wei Shushu to court.

Meng Huaiming made juice for them, while Chu Qi chattered with Yan Hui about what he had seen recently.

Through the decorative glass door, Meng Huaiming washed several round cups made of the same glass.

The warm water rose in the cup, he flipped his hand, the water poured down, and the wall of the cup hit with a "clang".

The figures of the two people in the hall also looked like glass products. Meng Huaiming stopped scrubbing in his hands, the faucet was still on, and the warmth was filled with artificial coolness.

In his previous life, he failed to get Chu Qi out of the game.

Through the fence, the girl lost control for the first time in front of him, her wrists were bloodied, and she hissed like a madman.

Meng Huaiming knew the process of the fight. All the people who told him that Chu Qi was holding a stick and scolding badly, but she also read after drinking: "Add sorrow, add sorrow! Smother me, the tower is like water and mirrors are like dust." !"

He delayed Meng Chu for 75 years and failed to recover Yan Hui, which caused Yan Hui to die.

Chu Qi did not understand the word "rong", and Yan Hui did not retain it.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Chu Qi ran over, leaned against the glass door, poked his head out, like the dark princess whose garden couldn't be closed.

Meng Huaiming was taken aback, and pretended to complain: "I didn't see you guys chatting too happily, so I couldn't rush to disturb you."

He shifted his gaze to Yan Hui, "...Then I passed?"

Yan Hui's hands were wrapped with the lace that Chu Qi had untied to show him, and his fair and slender five fingers hooked up with the pure black broadband, stretching, winding, and entangled, his eyes fixed on Meng Huaiming, as if for a moment as if it had been in eternity.

Heisi clenched tightly in his hand, and finally he nodded slightly.

"You do it."

Dinner is still settled by takeaway. Meng Chuqi came suddenly, but Meng Huaiming also knew that she didn't like hasty and deliberate hospitality.

The work that should be done still has to be done step by step.

Taking the A4 manuscript, a signature pen, a marker pen, a box of colored pencils, and a laptop on a stand, Yan Hui bound the printout of "You Come, We Go" into a book, and removed the drinks from the table.

Chu Qi turned off the phone ringtone.

The tacit understanding between the three is the same as before.

After finishing these, Meng Chuqi used to go to Yan Hui's collection of books, or go upstairs to do homework, but the conditions here are different after all, Chuqi has nothing to do, finished the documentary that was owed, and connected the earphones to chat with others.

"Did they contact you later?" Yan Hui folded the inside pages that needed to be introduced into the script, as if entering work.

Meng Huaiming didn't point out his situation of two minutes in the morning and night, just like he said that walking "is not bad for these few hours".

Now there is no psychiatrist here, and there is no occasion to talk, so if Yan Hui wants to work and can work, he should work.

At the dinner, Yan Hui said that Meng Huaiming was his teacher, but it was not a lie, their cooperation was not purely clear.

Leaving aside the emotional component, Yan Hui had indeed been Meng Huaiming's assistant for a long time.

At first, Meng Huaiming didn't let him interfere too much with the script. It wasn't until he thought that Yan Hui's basic skills barely reached the standard that Yan Hui had the right to speak in the field of script. The premise of this was that Yan Hui was willing to learn.

The number of fans of Meng Huaiming's social platform can't compare with "Danmei distiller's lees", and later even the author name "Yanhui" of "Dear Man by the Window".

But he thinks that in the screenwriting profession, he at least has more opportunities than others, because Meng Huaiming has been able to take advantage of the rules.

It is said that he is relying on the backstage and relying on his family. He admits all of these. He just has the ability to choose and refuse those tasks that interfere too much.

The book that can be changed by him, at least the IP is clean, and it won't get worse.

Meng Huaiming, who was new to the industry, had a lot of alcohol, but he still couldn't drink Qiao He. Qiao He was used to seeing him vomit, half amused, and half sighed: "Look at you, I feel so guilty all day long that I can't torture myself to death. Ah, you think every day, I’m sorry to the original author, I’m sorry to the audience, I’m sorry to the writer who was plagiarized, I’m sorry for the beating original heart, then who are you worthy of?”

Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, Ms. Qiao still pretended to be a vicissitudes of life: "You sister Qiao, what have you never seen?"

"You have to endure, Meng Huaiming, you have such a good innate condition, you have to endure."

Yan Hui lowered his head, reading his own novels as if they were strangers, and switched to the perspective of a professional screenwriter. The overhead light was scattered and white, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes cast two thin shadows. His hair was a little long and soft. The ground is curled up in the neck, black is black, white is white.

This is also something that can be boiled, but it is too picky.

Now Meng Huaiming and Yan Hui have almost torn that layer of skin to pieces, and what was revealed helped Meng Huaiming re-examine their past relationship.

If Yan Hui still relies on being a screenwriter for a living after leaving him, he should be able to support himself well based on his ability.

And if comprehensive factors are considered, he will have to wait for a new career direction like countless colleagues.

He worked hard on all the knowledge-level theories that Meng Huaiming could give him, those academic skills, and the breadth and depth that required a lot of time to accumulate.

This caused him to be unable to write any other words except for Meng Huaiming's contribution. Lingguang can sometimes surpass the Keban, but he must have the skills of the Keban.

For a long time, Meng Huaiming's softness permeated Yan Hui's creations. On the contrary, Yan Hui could not participate in all of Meng Huaiming's work, which is a kind of unfairness.

Yan Hui accepted it, he never belittled his professional background, and he also knew that writing scripts and writing novels are two different models.

He doesn't know the script, so he has no right to interfere.

Young Master Chen is worried about this, fearing that Yan Hui is cleverly climbing the ladder. He himself has really made that kind of friend. Love is not the original intention, it is true to borrow a platform. The most abominable thing is to teach the CEO's skills by hand. At least 100 million yuan is required to attend the lectures, but it turned out to be ignorant after jumping out of the job, which is really clever.

Meng Huaiming thought to himself, as if you were at a disadvantage if you fell asleep, but he couldn't refute his example.

The illusory opposite of love is not emptiness.

It has to be said that Meng Huaiming, an idle friend, is sensitive enough.

But the vision is not very good.

Yan Hui would not be a phoenix man, he could endure the pain of taking several years of courses in a few months, but he couldn't bear the stick that could break bones in this industry.

What he believes in is too pure, which is not good.

It is easier to be "starved to death".

And Yan Hui is not completely without problems.

Such a degree of rationality and understanding should be produced in a long-lasting love, not in a passionate love that is favored and proud.

He is really faking it.

...When did it start?

"Hey, hey, uncle, you're distracted." Chu Qi tapped on the table with his fingers, and Meng Huaiming woke up like a dream: "What did you say just now?"

"Speaking of the cycle." Yan Hui pushed the densely written A4 paper in front of him. The script cycle of "You Come and Me Go" cannot exceed three months, and movies with the same theme may become the main obstacle. "

"Yes," Meng Huaiming immediately collected his thoughts, "We should try our best to purify the script as much as possible. There are too many external force majeure factors. Although they haven't contacted me specifically, they already have this intention, especially on Tong Shuize and An An's side."

"That is to say, if there is competition with the same theme in the same period, it will be detrimental to our movie?" Chu Qi participated, she cut in and out naturally, and the rhythm was well controlled, so it would not affect Meng Huaiming's discussion.

"That's not a reasonable main concern." Yan Hui pinned her hair behind her ears, blending black and white into one.

"You said that we are script writers, we just need to do our job well. Box office ratings are not in our scope."

"But this is your book."

After speaking, Meng Huaiming realized something was wrong, and immediately added: "This is an IP that should be treated kindly."

Yan Hui didn't answer, he remained silent, using passive resistance to cover up this unique kindness.

Here it comes again, here it comes again... Finger marks were pinched on the half-turned typed draft in his hand.

"Why is this book also in the competition at the same time?" Chu Qi changed the topic in time.

"Which one?" Yan Hui asked hoarsely.

Meng Chuqi clicked on the entry marked "Shooting Started" on the paper called "Bo En".

The remark at the end of this article is a fantasy theme. Yan Hui thought it was included in the scope of reference only because it was also a setting of two male protagonists.

"I don't like this author very much." Meng Chuqi said, "I think there is a problem."

Meng Huaiming's eyes suddenly became gloomy: "Be more specific."

Meng Chuqi explained: "'Salt smoked'" This book "Bo En" is very similar to Yan Hui's book. The author's other books are not only about glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains, but also other people's essays. I also have The feeling of deja vu, no matter the sentence, style or plot. "

"You mean salt smoked plagiarism?"

"No." Meng Chuqi shook his head, "The most important thing is that the hammer can't come down."

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