After the white moonlight cuts the black

The sound of glass falling to the ground was crisp and pleasant.

Meng Huaiming opened the door, and saw Yan Hui who was supposed to be resting in the house squatting on the ground, reaching out to pick up the glass shards with paper towels.

The shattered glass was piled up into misshapen cups.

Yan Hui didn't notice the movement behind her.

He stood up to get scotch tape from the drawer, but jerked as he straightened.

He propped the corner of the table with one hand, and his straight spine bent visibly to the naked eye.

After a while, just as he let go of the hand supporting the table, his wrist hit the medicine bottle on the edge of the table, and the white flaky particles sprinkled all over the ground again.

Meng Huaiming stepped forward quickly, reached out to grab the tape, and buried himself in cleaning up the mess.

Picking up the medicine bottle, turned the label, squeezed it into the palm of the hand with a little force, and then threw it into the trash can.

Meng Huaiming lowered his head, the back of his neck was exposed to Yan Hui's eyes.

A person's aging does not start from the face, the flesh around the neck is often more real.

Meng Huaiming "hissed", and the glass edge slanted across a cut in the palm of his hand, and blood flowed out in an instant, strung from intermittent blood beads into threads.

Meng Huaiming rubbed his five fingers together without stopping.

A boxy tissue was handed to him.

Meng Huaiming moved up and forward along the dripping blood spots, moved through the tissue, and landed on the pale gray nails, and then on the back of the hand with overly prominent veins.

Lack of sleep is the absolute best way to lose weight. Yan Hui's weight barely reached the standard for height conversion two years ago, but now she is very thin.

Fortunately, the coat was wrapped in layers so that it would not be too obvious.

Only when Meng Huaiming grasped that wrist and hugged his icy bones could he notice it.

"Don't pick it up." Yan Hui whispered, "Just wipe it off."

There should be some emotion in that voice, Meng Huaiming raised his head, Yan Hui's face in a trance coincided with him in Lanting two years ago.

The comparison is even more brutal.

The warmth that pushed away the misty rain lost its temperature, and he didn't have too much emotion deep in his eyes when he smiled.

Obviously the outline has not changed, and the facial features are exactly the same, but there is always something different.

Drugs magnify the growth of age exponentially. Now Yan Hui is still handsome and gentle, but after all, it is not as good as it was two years ago.

The knives and axes slashed at them without blood.

Yan Hui picked up the pills one by one into the palm of his hand, "I really can't sleep, it's getting warmer these days, if it's colder, I can sleep better."

Meng Huaiming knew that Yan Hui had been taking medicines, including psychotropic drugs, as well as sedative and sleeping drugs. Taking these drugs for a long time would affect memory and concentration.

When Yan Hui was on the set, no one noticed anything unusual. That's because the first thing he did when he got up early was to check the memo. Whenever there was something that needed to be postponed, he immediately made a note. When he was busy, he would check it every few hours.

He knows many ways to remind or deepen memory, using vision, hearing, Ebbinghaus curve.

Never missed anything, never lost time.

When Meng Huaiming discovered this, Yan Hui still joked that if one day he couldn't even recall these methods completely, even if he didn't even remember whether he had written a memo, then he might really have to cultivate for a while.

When he said this, his mood couldn't be concealed.

It was the early morning when the temperature dropped sharply, and Meng Huaiming felt that his so-called "cultivation" did not mean what ordinary people understood.

He couldn't get in touch with "Doctor Xu" who treated Yan Hui. Such a person does not exist at all. To be able to create a false identity of this level is probably the background of the Qin's elders.

Therefore, Meng Huaiming could not understand the true illness and severity of Yan Hui.

Later, Yan Hui just went back to the psychiatric clinic of the hospital, and also heard from Meng Huaiming that she had made several appointments with a psychiatrist, but she couldn't see any improvement.

Together, they wrapped the corners of the glass with paper towels and tape, and packaged them separately.

Meng Huaiming's palms were no longer bleeding, and Yan Hui took out the disinfection tools directly from the storage box at the corner of the dining table.

They've been using these so much lately it seems like everyone is bruising.

The cut where the blood was wiped ran diagonally across the palm, and three lines were cut off.

Sitting side by side on the sofa, beside them are the quilts they covered when they napped last night.

Meng Huaiming grabbed a pillow, pressed Yan Hui's shoulders to let him lie down, and then covered him tightly with a quilt.

Yan Hui often sleeps with her legs curled up, which only occupies half of the sofa, which looks quite small.

Meng Huaiming glanced at the wall clock, and smiled wryly in his heart, it is really a family whose day and night are turned upside down.

"I can't sleep." Yan Hui huddled half of his face in the soft quilt, his slender eyelids cast shadows, and stopped halfway.

"Do you know about the salt smoke?"

Yan Hui changed into a more comfortable position, and seemed to be planning to start a conversation, "I have to say first, I will forget about it after I really sleep, Yan Xun, the Wenshou that Chu Qi mentioned last time, posted A new article."

Meng Huaiming was already used to the surprise that Yanhui brought him, whether it was surprise or surprise.

He nodded, picked out the hair that was fluttering around his neck due to the adjustment, and nodded: "I know, I have been staring at him."

"Are you staring at him?" Yan Hui frowned, "Has he had problems before?"

Meng Huaiming was taken aback for a moment, and immediately explained: "He is a factor of instability, and he can also be our "key training" target. I am not the only screenwriter who mainly makes IP adaptations to watch."

Yan Hui had no doubts, Meng Huaiming's heart was beating violently in his cavity.

He couldn't let Yan Hui know that he had experienced a rebirth, it was a secret that he couldn't tell until he died, it was a wound that was torn off a piece of flesh and pretended to be covered with wrinkled skin.

Cut off the scratches of life, wisdom and marriage.

"Since yesterday, the backstage of my distilled glutinous rice balls has been receiving private messages one after another, saying that the plot of his new article overlaps with you and me. Because of similar things, Yan Xun and several authors have conflicts. Book fans have also argued many times."

"Does this happen to you often?"

Yan Hui's nose was half blocked again, so he turned over to face outside the sofa, and looked sideways at Meng Huaiming, "It's not too much, but it's troublesome to deal with, and the situation is very complicated now."

"But this time is different. Yan Xun's copywriting is not like a novel where you come and go, but the plot is highly overlapped with the movie script."

Yan Hui's conclusion was quick, "Someone gave him the script, and now he has to investigate the relationship between them. His finger is pointed at the movie, but it will definitely fall to you in the end. If you get out of the plagiarism, cough, this kind of Affect cough cough cough..."

"Don't worry."

Meng Huaiming patted him on the shoulder, deliberately shifting his center of gravity to relieve him.

"It's too naive of them to use plagiarism to target me. Not to mention that there are other ways to deal with it. There are not a few people who are screenwriters with the name of plagiarism, reputation or something..."

"That's not cough cough cough!" Unexpectedly, this sentence shocked Yan Hui even more.

He stood up, his face was red from coughing, and he was about to cough again after barely saying a few words, Meng Huaiming hurriedly poured water for him, Yan Hui raised his head to drink anxiously, and wiped the drops of water on his chin with his sleeve .

The soundproofing effect of this house is not bad, but Chu Qi was catching up on sleep after all, he suppressed his voice, and his tone was very severe.

"Can it be the same? I don't know if they copied it or not, but you copied it?...Don't tell me what's going on in the circle. If it's a habit, can you take it easy?"

Meng Huaiming put an extra pillow on the back of his head, and Yan Hui half-sat up, perhaps because the cough was too uncomfortable, the circles of his eyes were red, but he looked really angry.

In fact, the deal is done, and those who dare to copy in the circle are not afraid of lawsuits, let alone paying compensation.

Creation is not too necessary or rigorous for them, and they stand in a well-known position, and achievements are far more important than correcting mistakes.

They have also talked about this issue before.

"Who would have thought that there is such a place. As long as you win the love first and become a feeling, even if you make a big mistake, you can be forgiven, and time becomes an accomplice."

Yan Hui sighed at that time: "Although knowing the mistakes can make a big difference, it is impossible for a person not to bear the consequences for his actions. If he commits a crime, he cannot be engaged in the education industry. If he leaks secrets, the psychological counseling industry will resist and steal. Even if it’s a pack of biscuits and a piece of chocolate, the supermarket won’t hire him again.”

"But there are also examples to refute." Meng Huaiming recalled that at a fellow banquet, a screenwriter who was convicted of script plagiarism joked about netizens who defended him.

"The student was arrested for cheating in the exam, reported and criticized, and his grades were cancelled. Could it be that he can't take the exam in the future? Hahaha, I'm not like this, I have to continue the exam."

"Switching the concept secretly." Yan Hui narrowed his eyes, "I was wrong, the previous analogy was inappropriate, maybe it shouldn't be used to prove this kind of behavior at all."

"Students' mistakes are forgiven on the premise that they must admit their mistakes, and the purpose of education is to cultivate people, which is an act of development. This is why in school, as long as it is not murder and arson, it is rare to completely deny a student. There is potential for change."

"But what is that screenwriter for? Is it also for his own growth?"

"For the sake of fame and fortune, in the process, should he be forgiven infinitely just because he pleases readers and audiences?"

Meng Huaiming made a statement: "Relying on feelings and love can lower the bottom line infinitely." Then he asked: "But this must be the audience's or reader's mistake?"

In addition to the capital chain that wants to squeeze the surplus value, the masses themselves are in a state of half-ignorance, and they often have to face the things they were once obsessed with after the incident is revealed. This is the flawed fact.

Today, when I think about it again, it seems that this just confirms a possibility in reverse: scolding my ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend after falling in love may not be as simple as not regretting it.

If he or she doesn't make it to the end, it means that he or she has caused boredom or hurt to the other party.

But a drama, a person, or a book will not bring these negative emotions, and its starting point is clean and pleasant.

It seems to be a secret love that does not seek results, and when everyone gets used to its existence being synonymous with joy, tell them where the bad roots lie, normal people can't accept it.

No matter what crime a loved one or relative has committed, the entanglement of friendship will also find reasons for him and try to excuse him.

What's more, why is it so complicated to think about, copying, imitating, and violating taboos, then just don't read it, and you should be happy or happy.

"So it's not all to blame the audience for not being able to let go of their feelings, but from the very beginning, they should curb the emergence of such feelings."

"If we can not covet the capital of IP, strictly control the review system, and cut off a large area of ​​nostalgia in time, then maybe there will not be so many choices and disputes among the audience."

But this is still at the level of fantasy.

Yan Hui and Meng Huaiming fell into the scene of that conversation at the same time, but stayed for a moment before pulling away.

There is not much room for buffering the matter of salt fumigation. He has not actually posted the article on the website yet. If after he finishes posting all the articles, you will come and go and start the real publicity, then everything will be in a state of indisputability.

"What are you going to do?" Yan Hui said in a deep voice, "If you need glutinous rice balls with distilled grains, I will..."

"Shh." Meng Huaiming vainly covered his next words.

"I know you, don't worry, I'll do it when necessary." Meng Huaiming said, "Now, there are still two plans in front of you, and it's not to the point where you are alone to sway netizens."

The redness around Yan Hui's eyes gradually faded away, and there was still a smear in the corner of the eyes, like the stretched tail of a red fish.

Meng Huaiming clicked on a voice, and Qiao He's carefree voice came: "Screenwriter Meng, I looked at the things you sent, it's amazing, I'm doing an appraisal across the bank, you know I'm living like a counterfeiter on the Internet Are you a palette expert?"

"You want to identify the composition of his articles in advance?"

Yan Hui was stunned, and immediately retorted: "No, except for copying the original text, the current appraisal is very easy to be caught and broken. There has never been a precise boundary between meddling and plagiarism. This is a muddy water!"

"Don't listen to this lady's complaints." Meng Huaiming touched Yan Hui's hand, which hadn't warmed up for a long time, but this time he didn't shake it rashly. He said, "What I want to do is not just the color matching plate."