After the white moonlight cuts the black

According to Meng Huaiming, the New Year's Eve dinner should be kept simple.

Yan Hui worked for three hours to prepare a whole table of dishes, almost cooking all the dishes he was good at, and it just happened to fill up the two sets of dishes that had been idle for a long time.

Half of the Nordic minimalist plain, half of the blue and white entwined plain.

With stir fry, there are four people at the table who are completely impossible to get together.

Resurrecting from the dead, parting and reuniting, immature and mature borders, sojourn that can no longer be copied.

Meng Huaiming took the lead in toasting, and the four goblets, which had no fate at all, clashed together.

Without saying a word, he raised his head and gulped it down.

The wine was slightly cold and slipped down the throat. He wanted to add another glass, but Yan Hui stopped him.

"Let's eat food."

Li Xi's admiration for Chen Jin was even higher. Asking her to make five hot, three cold and one soup in such a short period of time was simply against the sky. To drive ducks to the shelves, the only way to make up for it was to use fried sausages or cooked stewed vegetables.

But Chen Jin is doing the real thing. Although there are half-cooked ingredients to assist, they are more or less processed.

He even made glutinous rice balls with distiller's lees. Li Xi drank a bowl, and when the hot air comforted his stomach, his throat choked badly.

For some reason, I didn't feel uncomfortable when I had a New Year's Eve dinner with someone I had only been with for a few months.

Most of the time, it was Meng Chuqi who was talking about gossip on the Internet or what he saw on the road, or complaining about school classmates and teachers, just like all girls her age would do.

Then there is Yan Hui, his love for Chu Qi can be seen with the naked eye, and the burden is very stable. During the transition, Meng Huaiming occasionally interjected and talked about the life of the crew, and now Li Xi has a head start.

The four of them chatted aimlessly, no one denigrated their opinions, and no one ridiculed their childishness. If there was a restriction on the field of vision, Meng Huaiming would explain it in a simple way.

He said that the New Year should not have great truths, nor should it teach people the truth, but tell a story, listen to an anecdote, it doesn't matter what the listener thinks, it's just about having fun.

The New Year's Eve party started on the TV in the living room, but no one was watching. The three screenwriters packed their bags again and will arrive at the shooting base at [-]:[-] a.m. on the first day of the new year.

Chuqi had to take a taxi back to Lilac Street alone.

They each have their own arrangements in their limited free time, but they all do one thing by coincidence, which is to pick up their mobile phones.

Meng Chuqi's godfather would make a call to her at [-]:[-] on New Year's Eve, every minute of the year would be exactly the same, no matter how busy the two parties were.

Chu Qi has not seen this unrelated father for almost half a year, but she knows his whereabouts every day, no matter whether it is true or not.

She always felt that he was there, just like the godfather promised her biological father, when she grew up, he would replace her biological father in the wedding hall and send her off.

Li Xi was videoing on the balcony and at home, crying as he talked, but he just said that he was too homesick.

She repeatedly emphasized that she is doing well. The people in the crew are so interesting. The seniors took care of her and let her stay overnight. Xi's name can also appear in the subtitles of TV dramas.

Yan Hui had no intention of listening to other people's daily routines, but then Li Xi couldn't control the volume, and those half-truths and half-false peace words rolled along the crack of the door, like beads of tears, and stopped in front of his eyes.

He couldn't bend down to pick it up.

This can be empathy, homesickness that cannot be replicated.

When he called the front desk of the hospital, Yan Ran had already taken medicine and fell asleep. The nurse on the line told him that Yan Ran had recovered well recently, and sometimes mentioned him, talking about things in his childhood, and hoped to visit him more often.

In Yan Hui's cognition, elder sister is like a mother is a stinging phrase.

Yan Ran seemed to grow up against the winter wind. When Yan Hui remembered, her elder sister would naturally take on the tasks of housework and raising her younger brother.

She is stubborn and stubborn, but she has no temper in front of him. She is the girl who will bring him half a marshmallow after class.

In the circle of friends, the mother posted photos of the New Year's Eve dinner, a table full of dishes, and they built a new home with Lao Laizi.

Perhaps that child never knew that he had an older sister and an older brother... Yan Hui thought, but the more likely situation is that the parents used them as a counter example to educate the next generation not to repeat the same mistakes.

Meng Huaiming greeted Mr. Meng, and learned that the old man had made arrangements for the news he had conveyed before, and asked him to go home to take over the preliminary plan after finishing the play.

The old man was testing his tone, so he didn't expect Meng Huaiming to agree.

The father and son were never close, separated by a lot of vacancies, and a flamenco of the mother.

At the elder brother's funeral, none of them cried. Meng Huaiming only gave the old man a hand when his steps were sloppy. The old man was silent for a long time, and said for a while, "Take care of yourself."

He is not a qualified husband, nor can he be a qualified father. This entangled love in the blood has brought the deepest harm and created the most incurable scars.

But this time Meng Huaiming agreed to take over.

After Su Yaowen and Huang Tiantian got married, although they were not as quick to act because of him as they were in the last life, the Meng family has always been the target of Zhixing, which even involved the old grievances of the older generation.

Meng Huaiming only found out when he was dealing with bankruptcy in his previous life, but it was too late.

When the zero o'clock bell struck, Yan Hui fell asleep on the sofa, the TV was muted, and ribbons were flying on the screen, making it lively.

Yan Hui frowned, unable to sleep peacefully, curled up in fear of the cold, her breath smelled of alcohol.

Meng Huaiming picked him up, just like he picked him up from the desk countless times before.

...lightened.

Meng Huaiming felt the weight between his arms. The intuitive feeling was faster than the associative one. He first felt that it was very light, and then he realized that lightness, according to the eternal laws of nature, often means thinning and withering.

He walked to the bed, his back touched the quilt, he did not let go of Yan Hui, hooked the quilt with his feet and unfolded it to cover the two of them.

The smell of wine was stronger, and Meng Huaiming hugged him at the turn of winter and spring when the water evaporated.

An unspeakable sourness rushes to the bridge of his nose. He came to die alone, and the gap in time that he interfered with turned into ashes in the lives of others.

The fireworks on the lake rose into the sky, disturbing the insomniac clouds.

Meng Huaiming lowered his head and kissed Yan Hui's lips.

He never knew that the touch of Yan Hui's lips would be so like biting a piece of ice, it was very moist, but also too cold, as if fierce love and hatred could not warm it, nor could it be warmed up.

You can't try to warm up a ball of ice and snow, that's not loving him.

That's what hurt him.

Yan Hui opened her eyes when her lips parted, this tender illusion, the first dream of the new year.

Now Yan Hui doesn't want to kill him with a knife, doesn't want to listen to him, and is more aware of the need to keep silent.

But he still said, "I'm awake."

Before seeing Meng Huaiming's expression clearly, Yan Hui's lips caught up with another fire that retreated.

The new year kicks off with a suffocating kiss that stirs the aroma of wine.

The air quality was poor in the morning, and the crew coughed one after another.

Chu He has just finished shooting three different wake-up shots, and has already changed into a cheap suit and is ready for the next shot.

After finishing the group location, the part of the location base was split into two parts, chasing the independent plot after the two protagonists in the script separated.

Wen Liang's home court is at the hospital, and Zheng Cheng's home court is at a counseling institution.

Part of the part that originally represented social pressure was cancelled, the double line centered on the two "violence", Wen Liang represented campus bullying, and Zheng Cheng used domestic abuse|abuse as the entry point.

The works from Wu Fei are finally on the stage.

In his altered script, the hospital section swamped the institutional sector.

It was originally developed in the form of Wen Liang writing letters, but now it is going the other way and becomes Wen Liang reading letters, indirectly telling Zheng Cheng's story.

This stealing is clever, turning a version of Meng Huaiming's script into someone else's wedding dress.

Unsurprisingly, the subjective perspective of the hospital is the role of Tong Shuize, which means that the proportion of his role will increase, and the scene of the flyover will play a more important role. With him as the medium, the angle can be reversed in any form.

The interaction between Wen Liang and Zhou Bozhou is obviously sweeter than that between the protagonists.

"Tong Shuize was sold and returned the money."

After Yan Hui finished reading the final draft, An An's New Year gift to his partner was the future of black and red.

The original book party will scold him for bringing money, and the movie viewing party will pay for his second design and appearance.

Meng Huaiming stood still, and a Weibo was buried in the manuscript box.

Yan Hui knew what he would publish.

Meng Huaiming's impassioned statement is the lead, as long as he admits that he has been idle for a long time, then it will never be a spark.

He is a member of the industry, the difference is that he is not a hard-earned screenwriter.

However, he was not recognized by the vast majority of his peers.

There are still too many struggling screenwriters who just want to make a living, and their signatures or independent decisions must not be able to meet the needs of making a living.

When the appeal is in the gray, one cannot blame the inaudible voice in the quagmire, but those who can call for help are involved in the balance of water supply and dredging. If they want to destroy it, they must be conscious at the same time.

Maybe Meng Huaiming will do this one day, but "You Come and I Go" is not a good opportunity.

The mixed environment will distort the real desires and divert them to vulgar scandals or chaotic timelines. This is also a public relations method.

It shouldn't be "You Come and Me Go".

This just happened to be Yan Hui's novel.

Yan Hui raised her head slightly, half of the sun was covered by gray clouds, and the pale sun was as quiet as if she had taken off her make-up.

He lightly touched the phone screen, pressed the send button, and walked back to the set.

About half an hour later, Li Xi came to him in a trance, saying that Director Sun had invited the two of them over and transferred Brother Meng.

Then he said anxiously: "The faces of the director and the team are so dark, is something wrong?"

Yan Hui shook her head, and went to the small room exclusive to the director's group with Li Xi.

A stack of papers was fanned head-on, flying past the gap between Li Xi's and Yan Hui's shoulders, and landed not far away with a pitiful plopping sound.

That was their script, now pitifully paralyzed with its worthless connotations.

"—You two!" Director Sun yelled, "Who saw the glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains?!"

Li Xi's eyes widened, and she forcibly suppressed the thought of turning her head to look at Chen Jin. Her neck was stiff, and Chen Jin took a step forward: "It's me. The glutinous rice balls and distiller's grains just left."

"Okay, Xiao Li, you get out!"

Director Sun was almost clenching his molars while speaking, and Li Xi could tell that his "going out" was tantamount to getting out.

"Li Xi, you go first." Yan Hui urged her.

There was a muffled sound of closing the door behind Yan Hui.

The assistant director sighed earnestly: "Xiao Chen, do you know what happened to you?"

"Show the script to the original author?" He said blankly, "But the contract states that he is our special guest and has the right to participate in the adaptation of the script, as well as subsequent promotional cooperation plans. Strictly speaking, he is also a member of the director team. , I wonder why he is not in the group."

"Do you have any brains?!" Dao Sun slapped the table fiercely, "Your teacher didn't teach you his role!"

"Teaching is teaching." Yan Hui looked at Director Sun: "But if the script is well written, the author will not have any objections, right? Our script is not good?"

"He|Mom, don't pretend to be confused!"

"Calm down, Director Sun." The assistant director sang with a white face and chimed in: "Xiao Chen, although you are Brother Meng's student, it doesn't mean you have nothing to worry about. We are an IP adaptation, and the focus is on changing this concept. "

The assistant director pretended to be helpless: "The original author is stubborn, but after all, we are re-creating his stuff. If you show him the revised script, will he be happy?"

The assistant director took out his mobile phone and showed it to Chen Jin, "Look for yourself, Tangyuanjiujiu posted this kind of blog post after reading the script! Didn't it be obvious that we changed the script randomly! ——Mom｜Damn, he really thinks he is the master ! Some people beg me to make a movie, who wants to make this kind of thing?! Bah—"

Chen Jin glanced at the content of the blog post, and the number of replies and retweets has exceeded four.

"What now?"

"What should I do?" Director Sun snorted coldly, "You did a good thing for your teacher."

It doesn't matter who started this matter, the most important thing right now is public relations first, and the script has become debatable.

Otherwise, this movie will lose its reputation before it is released.

It is meaningless to confront Chen Jin, and he cannot be "stopped in time", but it will consume time and anger in the process.

Director Sun stared at Chen Jin's face: "Young man, no matter who your teacher is, this time..."

The number of retweets started with four digits and seven, and the popularity was urgently suppressed. Director Sun's face was grim: "The screenwriting industry can't tolerate you anymore."