After the white moonlight cuts the black

"Brother Meng, the ticket is booked. The flight is at two o'clock in the afternoon. Sister He will pick you up. The girl has been staying at Sister He's house recently."

Comrade Jiang Hua was efficient and quick at work, but he was too straightforward and cute, and Meng Huaiming would not let him deal with things that were usually too sensitive.

However, he can still handle such trivial matters as finding someone quickly.

Niece Meng Chuqi, her father ran away from her mother when she was seven years old. She obviously lives with her uncle and has food, drink and money, but she has to develop herself in the direction of being yellow in the cabbage field.

When I run away from home every day, the places I go to become more interesting every time.

The last time Meng Huaiming found her, it was by the road to Tibet.

Youthful feelings are always poetic, and Meng Huaiming likes his niece's personality, but her grandfather is worried.

Firstly, safety cannot be guaranteed, and secondly, Meng Chuqi is the No. 1 new generation of the Meng family who pioneered the world. During the jokes at the family banquet, many topics have long involved marriage and marriage.

Meng Huaiming disagreed, but he couldn't resist the older generation's opinion, so he let Meng Chuqi make trouble.

After her own father, that is, Meng Huaiming's own brother, killed herself, her mother threw down the divorce agreement that the man had signed a long time ago, and disappeared on the eighth day.

This fatherless child made himself a ranger.

And if anyone talks about brother Meng Huaiming's marriage, there is only "bad fate" to speak of.

They are a big family, and they are inseparable from these two words.

For example, the probability of having two sons who are both gay is also a kind of statistical fate.

That was too vague, like a joke, but the Meng family won a prize.

Meng Huaiming has spent half of his life dealing with small probability events.

Thinking about the possibility that Yan Hui would meet him resurrected from the dead, the probability is too small.

Ms. Qiao He met at the airport.

She is Meng Huaiming's childhood sweetheart, and she can be said to be a bamboo horse and bamboo horse. At the same time, she is also Meng Huaiming's entry teacher. She is not a few years older than him, but she has been working in the field of screenwriting for more than ten years.

A woman in a big red velvet dress is sitting in the KFC at the airport, drinking iced Coke, with fried chicken bones, French fries, and ketchup on the plate in front of her.

She didn't have the slightest consciousness to pick up the plane, she stepped on the ten centimeters high heels and crossed her legs, biting the edge of the flat straw, leaving a circle of bloody lipstick marks.

Meng Huaiming thought she was cool when he was a child, and he still thinks so now. There are not many people who can live a chic life, and Qiao He is one of them.

"Master Meng is here." Qiao He greeted him, entertaining him with the remaining potato chips.

Meng Huaiming didn't eat her food, he knew that getting along with Qiao He didn't need so many twists and turns.

"I'm here to pick up the seventh day."

Qiao He's exquisite manicures tapped on the table, like a witch's gesture before refining poison, and said with a smile: "Are you afraid that I will ruin your family's Chu Qi? Look at your dark face."

Qiao He has both a woman's sixth sense and a man's straight-forward approach: "Or did you break up again? Did Star Su kick you or did you kick him?"

She knew about Meng Huaiming's love history. Qiao He would travel around the world a year later, and wanted to write his affairs into a script before leaving, but Meng Huaiming refused.

Ms. Qiao has a natural appeal to great joy and great sorrow, and God rewards the creation of this bowl of rice.

"It's split, it's almost split." Meng Huaiming answered straightforwardly, he planned to talk about breaking up with Su Yaowen as soon as he went back.

"Hey." Qiao He raised his eyebrows, his almond eyes were full of gossip: "You want to become a monk after seeing through the world of mortals?"

"I want to reunite with Yan Hui."

Qiao He tapped his nails regularly, stared at Meng Huaiming with great interest, and said for a long time: "Oh."

Meng Huaiming was taken aback by her.

Writer Qiao pinched the deformed tomato bag with his pointed nails, and grinned, "Would you like to drink at night? Bar thieves in Rong County are fun."

Meng Huaiming waved his hand: "Let's save it for next time. I'll take Chuqi home first. She's about to start school."

"I'm in such a hurry this time." Qiao He threw the remaining potato chips into her bloody mouth, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand after eating, she stood up, and the elegant long dress printed a graceful red shadow in front of the glass window as she walked. .

It takes two hours to drive from the airport to Rong County. On the way, Qiao He vividly described how she and Chu Qi get along happily. It can be seen that they have a high degree of compatibility, otherwise Meng Chuqi would not have found her.

The house that Qiao He rented in Rong County was simple in appearance, and the inside maintained a strange balance of chaos and order. The layout was rough and retro.

When they arrived, Meng Chuqi was knocking on the loose bookcase with a hammer. Seeing his uncle come in, he knocked the iron hammer on the ground, as cool as a heroine's sword pointing to the ground.

The girl's brows were cold, Meng Huaiming said, "Pack up your things."

Meng Chuqi picked up the hammer and went back to the room, and came out with a huge hiking bag on his back.

She will not make things difficult for Meng Huaiming, and this is not inconsistent with her running away from home next time.

Qiao He didn't bother to send them off, so lending the car to Meng Huaiming was considered a great kindness.

Just saying goodbye, Meng Huaiming joked, "Director Qiao, is there anything else you want to teach me?"

Unexpectedly, Qiao He looked at him with deep eyes.

"Nothing."

She sighed: "I don't have any more rules to tell you."

On the way back, Meng Chuqi sat in the co-driver and played music from the outside. It was the ED of the web drama about master, father, and apprentice.

Meng Huaiming confessed to her at this moment: "I want your brother Yanhui to come back and live."

Chu Qi didn't even look at him, and continued to listen to another song.

This time it is Teacher Mao's "Alleviating Sorrow".

Meng Huaiming didn't know how this half-young girl would feel if she listened to guitar, beer, and distant places all day long, but she actually ordered the single loop.

So Xiaoyue's remnant stars were swept away one by one, and the "sane people are the most ridiculous" drifted all the way on the highway.

When he got home that night, Meng Chuqi took out the things in the mountaineering bag, three sets of clothes, slippers, pillow towel, wallet, three books, one "Guwen Guanzhi", one physics compulsory, and one Yanhui's fairy tale derivative picture book.

She is a loyal reader of Yan Hui's fairy tales, because Yan Hui lived in Lilac Street, she stayed at home honestly for a few months for the first time.

Later when Su Yaowen moved in, Meng Chuqi stood on the steps of the stairs and watched coldly. Su Yaowen said hello to Chuqi, but Meng Chuqi didn't smile or show any other emotions. She stretched out her hand, "Hello, Mr. Su."

Meng Huaiming didn't take care of Chu Qi much, she was raised in the wild. He knew that he couldn't control her the first time he saw Chu Qi.

There is a sword shadow in the girl's eyes, blood in the world, if she is not let out, she will be suppressed.

But this time, he must always remember that no matter how far Meng Chuqi runs, he must never forget to pick her up.

Meng Huaiming's itinerary today has three things: visit Su Yaowen, meet Meng Chuqi, and write the first draft of a new play.

In the era when adaptations were hot, with traffic and box office as the starting point, IPs for commercial TV dramas and movies emerged in an endless stream, and the creation of purely original scripts gradually declined.

Although no one in the industry forbids screenwriters to try new scripts, but whether they are used or not, whether they can be used or not, is entirely up to them.

When Meng Huaiming visited Qiao He when he entered the industry, the bright and unparalleled screenwriter Qiao held a mint cigarette in his hand, puffing out clouds like an old smoker.

She said it depends on how Meng Huaiming chooses. The scripts of the dramas invested and contracted by her company are blooming, and the big deal is not to be released. Spend money for fun. People live to be happy.

If you really want to enter the industry, you'd better not put on airs of the young master of the Meng family.

"Then I use a pseudonym?" Meng Huaiming laughed.

Qiao He looked at him with admiring eyes, "Why don't you use your great advantage? I'm telling you not to pretend you don't understand, and you can't listen to persuasion if you write blindly. If you can raise the screenwriter's position in the crew, All the little buddies have to kneel down and call you daddy."

Qiao He started to write scripts when he was a teenager, and he has worked hard and stood under the master's door. The changes in the industry have followed the gradual plump figure of the girl, and she has become more and more pursuing the beauty of the shell.

In the past two years, Qiao He has seldom received books, and concentrates on writing novels, publishing poetry collections, and preparing to travel around the world.

The reason she gave was that according to the script, women who are too willful and transparent will not live long, and their lives are often bright and short. If she is different, she wants to live a long life and live more freely than anyone else Crack those fallacies of confidantes.

After Meng Huaiming edited the private information for the old man, he believed that the old man would pay attention to it, and he signed it for the first time: If it is useful to his son, feel free to mention it, you are welcome.

After finishing all this, he put down his phone, clicked on the script document, and typed on the keyboard with his fingers, but his mind was filled with Yan Hui's face. He was both happy and ecstatic, accompanied by thunder, which was completely different from his previous attitude.

How can it be possible to change a person in just one year?

Fortunately, when the rain came in time, the computer popped up to remind me that I had received a new email.

Meng Huaiming moved the mouse, thinking that a few months is too short, at most he can make a low-cost garbage horror movie...

The letter data was swiped in less than half a second.

Mr. Y, we know the range of travel: Dingxiang Beiyuan, Puyun East Road, Sanjing Road, Qingfeng Community, and the Third Municipal Hospital.Out of the province: Lanting.

消费记录：3月20号，车费30元，其他：3890元；3月21号，车费23元，用餐：21元……

4月8号：用餐：62元，话费：30元，转账：1,000,000元

On October 10, consumption record: 28

On October 10, consumption record: 29

On October 10, consumption record: 30

……

On October 11, consumption record: 26

On October 11, consumption record: 27

Immediately after the email was sent, Jiang Hua initiated a conversation: Brother Meng, the email about Mr. Y was sent to your mailbox, and the second half of the search found that my back was blowing cool, I was afraid, jpg.

It seems that Comrade Jiang Xiao has not yet realized that sometimes life is a high-end horror movie.

The heater kept the environment at a constant temperature, and the coffee cup was steaming with steam. Meng Huaiming clearly felt a chill creeping up his tailbone.

He tried not to look at the weird row of zeros, trying to extract valid information from other records.

In terms of consumption amount, there are not many opportunities to break through the fourth place. March 28th is the date when Yan Hui officially moved out of the Meng family. The large expenses in the next two days show that he is furnishing the new residence. Among the short data, only 4 On the 8th of July, there was a huge transfer.

The location of the card receiving account is at the local branch in Lanting, which is Yanhui's hometown, and the 100 million is likely to be remitted to family members.

Meng Huaiming was not surprised where Yan Hui got so much money, because this money was exactly the breakup fee he gave.

Except for this sudden high-value transfer, from October 10 to November 28, that is, the day before yesterday, for a whole month, Yan Hui, as an independent social person, had no travel and consumption records.

This is almost impossible for a living person.

"Check out Yan Hui's relatives."

Meng Huaiming replied to Jiang Hua, and the young man sent an emoji of a fat bear tightly wrapped in a quilt.

About two hours later, the new email did not arrive, and Jiang Hua directly sent him a summary on WeChat: Mr. Y's mother bought a house in the name of Mr. Y's brother after receiving the transfer, with an additional loan of 40 yuan, and nothing else. abnormal. Mr. Y's sister...

The prompt that information is being entered stays for a long time.

The final content is surprisingly concise.

"There are very few things that can be found. I have been admitted to a mental health center, just this year."

Meng Huaiming has met Yan Hui's older sister, Yan Ran, and in his impression she speaks fluently and gracefully, without any signs of mental illness.

He didn't want to disturb Yan Hui, and planned to find out the current situation before contacting him, but he didn't expect it to be very difficult.

A new pop-up window appeared, clicked on it, one was from the old man, and the other was from Su Yaowen.

In the morning, Meng Huaiming sent a message that he wanted to talk to him alone, but Su Yaowen didn't reply until the evening.

S: I'm sorry, the location scene was temporarily changed today, and the mobile assistant has put it away.Are you coming in the morning?Talk to you next time.

Meng Huaiming sneered.

Many things can only be understood by looking back. Back then, he failed to find Su Yaowen on the set, and the assistant even said that he had slipped his mouth: Ms. Huang invited everyone out to play.

He didn't take this sentence to heart.

Su Yaowen and Huang Tiantian had been dating for a long time in secret, and there were indeed many loopholes during the re-doing, but he was so dazzled by the fulfillment of his wishes at that time that he didn't notice it at all.

Meng Huaiming replied: You are busy.

City mental health facility.

"Sir, it's past the visiting time." The nurse came over and held Yan Ran's arm, Yan Ran threw her away, hugged Yan Hui tightly, and cried repeatedly: "Ah! Ah——"

Yan Hui patted her on the back, and the bones under her palms ached sharply. The nurse was used to seeing her, so she called a colleague with a wooden face to carry Yan Ran away.

"Sir, we can't smoke here."

"call--"

"gentlemen……"

"Understood, he really has a lot of rules."

Zhao Hao threw half a cigarette into the sand, crushed it out with his leather shoes, wiped his fingers back and forth on the material of London fog, and glanced at Yan Hui who was sitting alone.

"Have you seen enough, are you happy?"

Yan Hui looked at the entrance of the inpatient department where Yan Ran disappeared, and then his eyes fell lightly on Zhao Hao's face, and he nodded slowly: "En."

Satisfied, Zhao Hao pulled him up from the stone bench, "I told you to take it easy and stop crying. Doctor Xu wants you to have more fun. Where else do you want to go?"

"That's not called having fun." Yan Hui corrected him.

Zhao Hao waved his hand: "Okay, it's to cure the obstacle, the obstacle, do you want to go back, or continue to cure your obstacle?"

Yan Hui stood up straight and was half a head shorter than Zhao Hao, he said, "Go back."

Zhao Hao laughed straight after hearing this, as if having a great time, he rubbed the hair on the back of Yan Hui's head, the fluffy and soft feeling was like stroking the fluff of a kitten.

After driving the car out of the parking lot, Zhao Hao yelled at him when he paid the toll, and Yan Hui wanted to sleep, but Zhao Hao refused to let him go, and wanted to chat with the ground.

Zhao Hao asked loudly: "That day! Just that day, what did you read? The girl who is talking about cooperation this time is the editor-in-chief, please teach me a few more words."

Yan Hui recalled the day Zhao Hao said, and began to recite in a low voice.

"The alley is curved and long.

There are no doors, no windows.

I took an old key and tapped on the thick wall. "

The author has something to say: * Gu Cheng's "Alley"

small theater:

Qi Fan: Miss Chuqi, as a supporting role in an important role in this article, what do you think?

Chuqi: I feel that if I draw the sword and kill the author, is there still time?