After the white moonlight cuts the black

On the eve of the opening ceremony, the cast and crew of the crew held a plenary meeting in the hotel.

It was set at 07:30. Due to the evening rush hour, some of the screenwriters would leave at five o'clock, and Meng Huaiming, who had landed at six o'clock, privately chatted with Meng Huaiming for fear of being late.

Meng Huaiming replied "You can figure it out", but there was no reply for a while, and he was probably thinking of other ways to refund the ticket.

The layout of the script was not very developed, but the screenwriter assembled a group of four piecemeal, and formed a ridiculous screenwriting team in the director's group.

It must be a big joke for all the screenwriters and crew of the film.

Naturally, Meng Huaiming is the core of the Big Joke team, and the main writer can be signed at the beginning and end of the credits. Yan Hui, as his nominal student, uses the pseudonym Chen Jin.

Yan Hui made up the name at his fingertips, and the word Chen Jin is destined not to appear in any corner of this movie.

In addition, there was a senior student, Xiao Li, who came to learn experience, and the other was said to be a relative of Sun Dao, Xiao Wu, whose name was Wu Fei. I'm afraid it didn't correspond to his surname, so he came here to make trouble.

Meng Huaiming inquired carefully, and knew that Wu Fei was from An'an's side.

Director Sun sells miserably with sincerity, and he and Meng Huaiming are called brothers and brothers on weekdays, so it's okay to do it as it should.

The entire crew rented a meeting room in an office building, just two streets away from the hotel, and about a 10-minute drive from the high school where the scene was filmed.

I don't know where Director Sun found the way, but there is an ancient bridge in the middle school where Dayin is hiding in the city.

It is precisely because of the old bridge that the school’s original relocation plan was not implemented, but the school was re-allocated to establish a branch school. The principal said that this is a bridge that can bring blessings. Its existence has sheltered the old school. They are relics of the sea. , in the urgency that time is money, it takes care of a bookish style.

The hundred or so chairs in the conference room were filled before 07:30. Yan Hui sat in the middle of the three rows, surrounded by peers on the left and right, and Meng Huaiming sat on the top seat, side by side with Director Sun and others.

The college students who came to study arrived earlier than them, and their positions were assigned casually. She was a little hasty, but fortunately she was polite and called everyone "teacher".

Xiao Li has a high degree of education, graduated from a prestigious school, and is the leader of the academy school. Yan Hui sat in the same row with her after seeing her photo.

The girl still thought he was an actor, and she was afraid that she would sit in the wrong place, so she blushed and looked around, looking for the seating arrangement posted on the wall, Yan Hui greeted first: "Hi, I'm Chen Jin from the editorial team, you It's Li Xi, who came early."

Xiao Li was a little surprised: "Ah, you are Teacher Chen Jin? Hello, I don't know anyone well..."

"It's okay." Yan Hui didn't feel uncomfortable when he was called by his pseudonym, "I don't dare to be a teacher, I'm here to learn, and I'm also a newcomer."

"You are very good-looking, I still think you are an actor." After Xiao Li finished speaking, he felt offended: "No, what I mean is, you look very kind."

Li Xi's hair was tied into a ponytail, and he looked plain in a down jacket. He only wore light makeup, and his eyebrows were uneven and uneven.

Some people say that college is a factory for girls' appearance, and there are always some people who will never be good at what they are not good at.

This kind of unchanging swallow ash can't be said to be good, but at least the semi-social immaturity she is in now will make her more anxious and uneasy in the meeting room of hundreds of people.

Yan Hui saw a few familiar faces, Tong Shuize who was in the room of "Yong Yu Le" that day, and the eloquent assistant, An An, who was beautiful, accompanied by the cast assistants.

Compared to these two, it was Chu He and his manager who came earlier. Logically, the manager didn't follow celebrities all day long, so this guy was willing to run around for Chu He.

Chu He is taller and thinner than he looks in the camera. When he was young, he should have been handsome, but now he is a bit older. He is no longer a young man in his early twenties. Instead, he has an old-fashioned, melancholic and handsome temperament.

Besides, most of the cast members are accompanying characters. There are not many who have important roles in this movie. The rest of them only have a dozen lines of lines on average, and the group actors who only show their faces can't sit here today.

But Yan Hui actually knew one of the escorts, and Meng Huaiming's assistant, Jiang Hua, also came.

As soon as his face was placed among the actors, it was clear at a glance who was the upright and who was the villain.

Due to the special situation of the screenwriting group this time, all four of them followed the group, and their seats at the meeting were relatively high.

As for the reason for this situation, it largely depends on the fact that Meng Huaiming's draft script is basically not approved. In addition to force majeure, there will be other human factors on the set.

Factors come and go.

Wu Fei came late, but quickly found a seat, sat down and shook hands with Yan Hui and Li Xi.

He seems to be smooth, but when he shakes hands, his eyes wander over their foreheads

Yan was discouraged and said that if he rolled his eyes again, he would turn to the crystal lamp, and Li Xi had already been prepared to be looked down upon by a newcomer, but this time he was not sad.

Each group should have a group meeting before the conference, but Meng Huaiming was too lazy to go through the process, and only asked everyone to read the tentative draft in the chat group, and then discuss the rest after filming.

After the director finished speaking, the standing microphone moved to Meng Huaiming.

He will attend formal occasions or multi-person meetings in formal attire. He wears a vest under his medium gray coat and a deep-striped tie is tied neatly. He sits upright. His height advantage makes him always stand out from the crowd.

Xiao Li put on her glasses and sighed softly to Yan Hui: "Meng Bian is so handsome."

Wu Fei also leaned his body sideways and approached them, "It took a lot of hard work to be Mr. Meng's apprentice."

Yan Hui looked directly at him, the corners of her lips curled up, and her eyes were indifferent: "Yes, it's easier to be an apprentice than Mr. Wu to join the group."

Wu Fei's smile disappeared in an instant, and he sat in the front row again, as if looking at him again would make his eyes dirty.

"Brother Chen, are you...Meng Bian's apprentice?" Li Xi was just a fledgling, and she didn't know how to inquire about the background of the cooperation in advance. She only knew that Meng Huaiming was a big boss in the industry. She stared round: "You are amazing, Brother Chen!"

"Hmph." Wu Fei breathed out his nose.

"I'm a monk halfway through." Yan Hui didn't want to talk to Wu Fei at all, and just whispered to Xiao Li: "You guys have solid basic skills, and you never leave the script, so you should be kind."

"Brother Chen, it's terrible for me to be scolded on the Internet like this." Li Xi said with a smile: "It is said that our thinking is rigid, our creativity has long been lost, and our writing is still bad. But it’s not all wrong, I can pass the exam, but I can’t write the notebook well.”

She looked like she was used to blackmailing herself, but she couldn't help but smile wryly: "It's better not to learn, this is the third time I have followed the group, and after five times, maybe I will graduate soon. Scum."

Yan Hui twisted the mineral water bottle distributed on the spot, and handed it to her, "How come, what you learn in college may not be the direction of career, but it will always be useful if you learn it. You are better than the local majors you started. It could be a sense of superiority and a competitive advantage, but now it has become a failure?

He said slowly: "As long as you keep sharpening and sharpening, there will always be results. Even if it is not in the obvious place, there are inadvertent effects in other places, but you haven't noticed it yet."

Yan Hui shifted his eyes to Meng Huaiming who was speaking, and then moved back: "Besides, it is more difficult for me to chase you. Your starting line is farther than that of non-professionals. The tortoise and the hare race is a joke. Professionals must have professional qualities and pride ah."

"Brother Chen, you are so kind..." Xiao Li was a little surprised.

In fact, she was already regretting just now, how could she say those frustrating words to her senior, she was so out of place, she deserved to be rejected.

Perhaps because of her ramblings, people thought she was a waste, but at the same time, a voice of denial came up: Yes, Li Xi, why are you not a waste?If you can't socialize well, and your brain is not bright enough, you know what's the use of writing.

I followed the crew three times, but I still haven't been able to expand my network like other students. I have been treated as a coolie all day long, and no one in the crew can drop your suggestion for even a line.

She didn't expect Yan Hui to answer him so seriously.

The audience suddenly applauded, Meng Huaiming nodded reservedly towards the audience, but did not remove the microphone.

Yan Hui was single-minded and heard that he promised to take the core of the original work, respect the author, readers, and future audiences, take every character seriously, and be unbiased and unselfish.

Don't let everyone's hard work live up to the script, waste everyone's time, and waste the lives of everyone present.

This is so true, the applause is so warm, as if everyone present can agree with him and can do these things.

These requirements are as simple as they are difficult.

Yan Hui looked at Meng Huaiming across a few rows of seats and the back of his head, and noticed that his eyes swept across the audience. When he said "respect authors and readers", Yan Hui clasped his hands tightly.

Respect, this is what he deserves as the author of the original text, and all those who read his novels behind him.

It is the morning light that he sees floating outside the window when he writes in the early morning, and it is the basic promise that readers should get when they are in bed, on the way home, when they pick up a pen to write fanart pictures and write fanfiction.

Meng Huaiming took those promises very seriously. He is a competent and not so competent screenwriter.

"Brother Chen, isn't Teacher Meng very strict in teaching you? He looks a little fierce."

In fact, Li Xi has a personality that is too easy to get close to others, and he is also a bit talkative.

And after learning the lesson, she understands that she has made many mistakes, and that unreasonable friendship is sometimes for the greater good, so she always seems to be silent.

But now she feels that Yan Hui is not the kind of person who wants to plot something, nor does she have evil intentions, she and this young man got closer because of that conversation.

This is Li Xi's voluntary, even if she pays the price, she will not lose anything, because she has almost nothing, because now she is willing to believe that there are always people who have good intentions for each other even if they meet by chance.

She's still too tender, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.

Yan Hui thought, at least it wouldn't be too bad, and kindness should be rewarded, right... He suddenly felt a huge pain in his heart, his body temperature dropped from the cold, and his half-drooped eyelids covered his expression.

No, don't think about that.

Yanran... Yanran is an exception. There are many such exceptions in the world, but just because these exceptions occur, it should not completely deny her chance to be trusted.

Yan Hui heard Yan Ran's voice again, her crying and howling in pain, she was still sober and strong enough to say it didn't matter, mixed with the gradually expanding tinnitus.

Yan Hui tried her best to control her trembling, her forehead was sweating, her palms were pitted by nails, but she couldn't feel any pain.

He went back to that night, that door, a full moon hung alone in the sky, bright and white, and the pieces were blades.

"Thanks to the author for the story of glutinous rice balls and wine lees."

There was something wrong with Meng Huaiming's microphone, which made this sentence especially loud.

Yan Hui trembled all over.

Everyone's attention was focused on Meng Huaiming. He adjusted the distance of the microphone slightly and spoke again.

"I got in touch with him when I was creating the script and learned about his acceptable level of adaptation, and he also gave me valuable advice."

"Tang Yuan Jiu Lies loves his readers. We made this movie, just like he would let us make it. It is a pure and impure act."

"What glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains?" Wu Fei was sleepy, and he commented disdainfully: "It's just a writer for the Internet."

Yan Hui had heard too many descriptions like Wu Fei.

Meng Huaiming continued: "He hopes that his works will gain popularity, he wants to make money, he wants to be liked by more people, and he loves writing, and he wants to convey his even meager truths, so that minority culture will no longer be misunderstood and distorted. There is no contradiction."

"We make movies for the box office and reputation. Even if our feelings have become naive and gimmick, we no longer need it. The only thing we can't lose is our conscience."

Director Sun beside him tilted his head.

"Whether it's personal grievances, new or old, it's private if you can resolve it privately, and don't bring it into the play. The most important thing is—"You Come and Me Go", this movie is not meant to guide anything, or even call for something , just use visual media to tell a good story. This is not inconsistent with our desire to earn box office and strive to earn big box office.”

A needle drop could be heard in the audience.

No one expected that this screenwriter, who is doing his own way in the industry, would say such a thing.

Meng Huaiming cleared his throat, and once again pinpointed Yan Hui in the crowd.

"Tangyuan Distiller's Lees is a very good author and a very good person. I don't want him to be let down again."

Everyone thought that what Meng Huaiming was talking about was a novel that failed to be adapted from glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains.

But among the more than 200 people, only Yan Hui knew who he was talking about and what it meant.

The crazy chirping of cicadas and auditory hallucinations in his ears gradually subsided.

"Cut, what are you talking about!"

Wu Fei got up, and at the same time, An An also walked quietly to the back door amidst applause, and left the meeting room.