After the white moonlight cuts the black

Meng Huaiming's screenplay was adapted from an online novel.

The [-]-word short story "You Come and I Go", authored by Tangyuan distiller's grains.

Tangyuan distiller's lees has a considerable base of fans, and the copyright sells well. A few days ago, the master-student web drama that made a lot of small fresh meat come from him.

But not all authors who have fans are liked by screenwriters. The most annoying thing about the adaptation is that the original work itself has serious problems.

Especially in recent years, high-traffic borderline.

In the early years, it was possible to change from a man to a woman, add a heroine, and broadcast it half-coaxed and half-deceived. Now, the audience is the first to not buy it, and the eighteen generations of the crew can count on it and scold it all over the place.

Meng Huaiming hadn't seen it before, and he didn't quite agree with it in his heart. He always felt that it was intentional for the elders to wear skirts and walk around the street.

In order to make the excellent plot of the original text shine, there are not a few screenwriters who may come up with a good original plot. They are obviously going to slap people for book fans, and they are obviously cheap and good-looking.

So now it's more difficult, you have to learn to hide and coax.

There are still people who want to grab positions by breaking their heads.

Yan Hui's novel "Dear Man by the Window" has a big girl in the screenwriting team, but she has a vicious vision and picks one accurately. Based on the popularity of the TV series after it was broadcast, in the future, the resume will focus on writing that she served as the main character of the show. A screenwriter can be regarded as a bonus.

The book of "You Come and I Go" is not easy to get. Meng Huaiming invited the director to drink, and the director gave him a thorough explanation.

He went down with a chopstick of peanuts, saying that he had been interested in asking him to change it a long time ago, but he was afraid that he would not want to.

This time it's the actor's home court, the people are not good, the ostentation is huge, and there are two other people who obviously bring money into the group.

Director Sun sighed. At first, he wanted to play with his feelings and pay tribute to some old gay movies. After all, the original book is already close to the realistic theme.

"Now pay homage to a ghost? I have the intention of letting go of the pick and quit." Director Sun cursed.

Meng Huaiming raised his glass to toast, saying that this crew is not your biggest.

The director toasted with a smile, waved his hand, big ball, hit the wall for two or three years, pointing to a few more broken walls, can't care so much.

This is the second time for Meng Huaiming to write the first draft of the script of "You Come and I Go". The last time was before rebirth, and he didn't continue to participate after writing the first draft.

Because it's too fucked|egg.

One of the leading actors insisted on developing it from the perspective of his character, and the other one who brought money was selling badly on Weibo, saying that he wanted to act well, but he couldn't even protect his own role. I'm sorry for the audience, so he alluded to the big star Take his part.

The remaining one was even more fierce, relying on the support of the gold master's father to create a big triangle between the two male protagonists and their mutual love. Walk.

He didn't forget Qiao He's words, and he didn't intend to use his father's surname to suppress others. Although the old man didn't agree with Meng Huaiming being a poor screenwriter, he still didn't kill him completely.

Mr. Meng was very afraid of losing his eldest son. He was afraid that Meng Huaiming would follow his elder brother's rules.

Those in the industry didn't believe it at first, laughing that he wouldn't really come to swim in this water, but after seeing how he didn't hit the south wall and didn't look back, they all knew that the second young master of the Meng family was going to compete for jobs with a group of graduates majoring in drama and writing.

But even if he was born in the Meng family, not a producer, nor an investor, since he didn't invest half a cent, he couldn't turn the world upside down because of him alone, at worst, turn a blind eye and close his eyes, and let him get out if he wants.

Anyway, there are people in this industry, and there are people who want to write without him.

Meng Huaiming also planned to withdraw the first draft this time.

It's just that he foresaw the result, but he still regrets the IP.

The Tangyuan distiller's grains book is easy to use, not because it is a textbook-like standard, but for the screenwriter's mouth. The novel is the spring of revision.

The author is low-key, and has not experienced any targeted online criticism, but many people plagiarized his articles, and the information is simple and the amount is small.

Meng Huaiming preconceived that the writers of Tanmei were all female writers, and even praised the other party as a strange woman at the wine table. He didn't expect to be educated by his niece. Although he didn't show his face, the author's backstage clearly stated that he was a male.

Chu Qi, a girl who watched a lot of danmei movies, and Meng Huaiming knew that the word crispy duck should be popularized by her.

The aloof Chu Qi knew that he was going to change "You Come and I Go", so he didn't sleep all night, and dragged him to blow rainbow farts all night in the living room.

Having experienced it once, Meng Huaiming was not in a hurry for the first draft.

All he thinks about now is Yan Hui.

Yan Hui's behavior that night was too abnormal, and his sleepwalking was not as frightening as him. Looking back, he felt that he was not necessarily conscious at the time, and only concentrated on killing people with a knife, and thought it was a very happy thing.

It's not unheard of people to go insane because of a breakup, but Meng Huaiming doesn't think that Yan Hui will harm herself like that because of her feelings.

When Yan Hui wrote the first volume of "Rongchun", he explained the core idea of ​​this book to him, and Meng Huaiming appreciated it very much.

His concept is not new, but it is inspirational. Inspirational things are not easy to express, and if you are not careful, they become empty slogans, and chicken soup is stewed in castles in the air.

He believes that Yanhui can be different.

"There should not be only one fulcrum in life."

This is the opening line of the first volume of "Rongchun".

Yan Hui still has his career, and writing is a job he loves; he has both parents, and although his education level is not high, he will not be alienated from his children like Mr. Meng; Entering the university in this city, both siblings have a bright future and bright ideals.

Then the accident is likely to be caused by sister Yanran.

Unless there is a hereditary disease in the family, how could a well-behaved girl end up in a mental hospital?

And those creepy zero consumption records.

Yan Hui lived in a high-end residential area, even if he had another chance, or made another friend, it wouldn't mean that he didn't have any daily expenses.

Unless, he even lost his personal freedom.

——Meng Huaiming really felt the fear.

It's easy for writers to magnify one thing infinitely in their minds, and the plot of the criminal investigation script they have handled jumps out at the right time. The more Meng Huaiming thinks about it, the more frightened he is, wishing he could fly to Yan Hui's side right now.

The sound of pattering rain came from outside the window. This year's rain is too much.

The rain reminds Meng Huaiming of their meeting.

Standing in front of Yanhui's bookstore in Lanting, which is always surrounded by mist and rain, Meng Huaiming looked down at the image of a cartoon deer made of ceramics in front of the store.

The young man who wrote this year's most popular fairy tale "Little Deer Fluffy and His Forest Township" was wearing work clothes, cotton construction gloves, and carrying a stack of new books.The books were so heavy and tall that he had to rest his chin on them to keep them from tipping over.

Meng Huaiming stepped forward and helped him share half of the weight.

It is even more routine than the campus youth story.

Yan Hui's glasses were clipped to his collar in the old-fashioned way, and his sweat-soaked hair stuck to the side of his face. His skin was extremely white, but his cheeks were slightly red from labor, like jade steamed in a hot spring.

He raised his eyes and grinned brightly: "Thank you, sir, what book do you want to buy?"

Meng Huaiming's mood suddenly became very good, looked him in the eyes and replied: "Forest Township."

The past flashed by, Meng Huaiming drove late at night and went to Yan Hui's residence.

Standing shoulder to shoulder with him on the road was a group of motorcycle gangs, the buzzing sound of the locomotive was entangled with the night breeze.

The prelude to a carnival.

He thought that motorcycle riders had long been extinct in this steel city. It seemed that dangerous things and extreme pleasure always complemented each other, and they had a huge attraction from ancient times to the present.

Ma Da was impassioned, and Moon was so noisy that he covered his face with clouds.

Yan Hui sat up, Zhao Hao snored one after another.

The linen curtains were tightly closed. He stretched out his hand to open the gap in the curtains, and a clear light flowed in. It was the laser light on the top floor of the newly opened building opposite.

The accompanying flashing aviation warning lights are like scarlet blood spots.

Opening windows on the wall next to the bed is a big safety hazard, and it is even said that it is inauspicious. Zhao Hao hired a designer with a big price to use "Together Chanjuan" as the theme. Mess.

Lie on the bed and enjoy the moon on the 28th floor, the real height is too cold.

Zhao Hao likes these literary things. He may not have a junior high school diploma, but he tells everyone that his greatest hobby in life is reading. A copy of "Journey to the West" is next to him every day, and he turns two pages for nothing. Just turn those two pages.

Yan Hui was fascinated by the white light.

The reciprocating white light is like quiet lightning.

The lightning reminded him of Meng Huaiming who fell from the sky that night, and now he was basically sure that it was just the result of a hallucination, because when he woke up again, Zhao Hao was lying on the wooden floor next to his bed reeking of alcohol, The sour smell of vomit came from the hallway.

A hand rests on the center of his spine.

"What are you looking at?" Zhao Hao's palm returned to the protruding first vertebra, and moved down.

He always treats him the way he treats animals.

Yan Hui opened the curtains to both sides, Zhao Hao poked his head to look, but didn't see why for a long time.

He turned his head back in embarrassment, unable to think of any other artistic conception.

He just wants to do it now, and he can do it if he wants to.

So I pressed swallow ash on the linen curtains. The seemingly thick curtains are not as warm as expected, and the glass walls can freeze the bones.

Zhao Hao has fully demonstrated his male animal side in these matters, but he wants to be a different beast.

Yan Hui couldn't do what he wanted to hear at the beginning, so after several times, he took a step back and replaced it with pornographic words.

The effect is unexpectedly good, it can be said that it hit Zhao Hao's arms, he loves but doesn't understand the cultural interest.

In fact, no matter what the content is, what it wants is nothing more than the stimulation of babbling. Before the prey is bitten off by sharp teeth, it has to read two lines of poems and memorize a few lines, which really has a different kind of cold humor.

Later, Yan Hui didn't pick up pornographic words very much, and there was not much difference between reading and writing, so he casually recalled the words he had read recently.

——Wildflowers are wildflowers, sons are sons, but wildflowers have no thorns to hurt, son, you...

Zhao Hao growled, grabbed his hair and asked him to continue, but he couldn't speak, and the second half of the sentence would have to be sent to the next chapter.

Zhao Hao regarded him as a woman, a cub, a child, a sorrow he couldn't understand, and an unfathomable warm hole.

Yan Hui's consciousness is very clear, colleagues have written about love made by doing, he knows it, but he doesn't believe it.

Do is a verb, love is a noun, the verb stands for □□, and the noun stands for the soul. Putting these two words together, it is the abbreviation of the combination of soul|flesh. Men and women flock to it, and love bears fruit from it.

Zhao Hao is like a lion. In literature, this kind of behavior is often compared to plowing like a strong ox, but Zhao Hao is like a solitary lion. He doesn't bow his head, he just smashes his prey.

Eating elegantly is an acquired culture, he is suffocated, well-dressed is a juvenile thing, Zhao Hao can't understand it, what he can understand is a beast in clothes, that is scolding him, he will be unhappy.

Yan Hui bit her lip, frowning tightly.

——Boom boom boom! Boom boom boom boom!

Yan Hui's pupils shrank suddenly, and the shock was accompanied by the peak, Zhao Hao was bound by him and disarmed.

"Yan Hui! Are you there!"

Yan Hui dodged back suddenly, Zhao Hao grabbed him.

His reaction was so strong that it was as if he was going to break the glass and jump off the building.

——Boom boom boom!

Meng Huaiming slammed the door.