After the white moonlight cuts the black

The deepest hurts often go unsaid.

It was an unbearable pain even if it flashed in my mind and wandered around the base of my tongue.

Suffering can never be used to, and even after accumulating suffering, it is still not normal.

It is instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. If forgetting can become a good medicine, it will be out of stock, and the medicine of regret will become worthless. There is no better protection than forgetting.

Nor is there a more vicious injury than "remembering".

Yan Hui covered his face with his palms, and after putting them down, his face was wet twice, and his emotions could no longer be faked.

He knew that his behavior was tiring, further boring, and he never got out of the contradiction.

In the words of the nagging doctor, the loss of control all comes from contradictions.

He shouldn't be close to Meng Huaiming, don't agree to any of his requests, and stay far away from the very beginning.

The direct reason, and the most lethal reason, is that people will eventually feel tired and irritated by a capricious person.

But now, out of guilt, Meng Huaiming didn't realize this.

Yan Hui thought of this as soon as he woke up, which was different from the happy ending he could get in the dream.

Life is still going on, and what he has to face is a double-no situation, so he repeats his old tricks and guides Meng Huaiming to the train of thought he wants with half-truths and half-truths.

Strictly speaking, in this relationship, Yan Hui should be in the position of promoter.

His hidden possessiveness is no less than what he confessed, and the exclusive and betrayal form of love makes him fall into a deeper mutual confrontation. What he needs is no guarantee, because time is a good thing that can prove everything.

What he originally believed in was shaken, but could he not have imagined Yanran's secret hatred?

Even boys who grew up under the strict requirements of their parents think they have suffered, but they still get attention.

What the girl hiding in the dark feared and hoped for was that gaze.

Even after becoming an adult, she no longer needs the protection of her original family.

When she was young, the sense of being neglected and wrong was still with her, and she was suppressed in the role that the elder sister should play. Could she ignore the hatred that tortured her day and night.

She hated herself for being a daughter, hated the younger brother she was born that night, hated the feudal thinking of her parents who were never enlightened, and the whispers to her mother in the neighbors for many years.

Because of the unwarranted original sin, her life will be more difficult than other girls.

But Yan Hui could not accept this reason.

Yan Ran was unable to give him an answer.

Yan Ran disappeared after that night, and what helped Yan Hui wake up from the high fever coma was a continuous and inseparable nightmare. He propped his arms and looked out the window, some harsh sunlight gave birth to the illusion of warmth in the room.

He couldn't find his phone, it might have been taken away, but it was lying crooked in the crevice of the sofa, drained of battery.

When it can be turned on again, there are twelve phone prompts showing off its might on the screen.

From an unfamiliar number, as well as those extortion text messages, the hospital front desk was full of helpless text notifications.

Yanran committed suicide by jumping off the building on the third day after leaving, but because she was hung up halfway, the baffle was lifted again, which acted as a buffer twice, and she was discovered in time, without endangering her life, breaking her leg and arm, and concussion.

What really worried the hospital was that this was a mentally ill patient who didn't say anything when asked, but hid back in fear. The content of the uncontrollable screams revealed what terrible things she had faced.

She was inside the door, saw everything outside through the keyhole, couldn't bear it anymore, and squeezed a new body with madness.

Yan Hui stumbled to the hospital and learned that Yan Ran had been transferred to a nearby mental hospital, and the other party asked him to settle the medical expenses.He was even glad that those lunatics didn't care about the small money in his card, or this wave was not for his money at all.

After the medical expenses were paid, Yan Hui was completely destitute. When she went to the mental hospital, her family members in the hall regarded her as a patient who had escaped from the hospital. They wanted to look back at him curiously, but they were afraid that he would suddenly violently hurt others, so they just walked with their necks twisted like this. As a result, he tripped over the threshold.

Yan Hui looked at the man for a while, and finally closed his eyes and laughed out loud when the other said "crazy".

He didn't have the money to change Yanran to a better environment for treatment. When he left the hospital gate, a man suddenly burst into the wind and cried, and he vaguely heard someone's name being called.

Soon someone frowned and told him to cry to the side instead of howling at the door.

Yan Hui didn't want to comfort him, but there was still a pack of tissues in the pocket of the windbreaker, which he didn't need anymore, so he took it for him.

The man in his 50s supported his shoulders, his back was bent and he was shorter than Yan Hui, and he buried his head in tears as if his voice was strangled by his neck. Yan Hui looked down at the water-stained ground and pointed at his feet Mineral water, and asked him if he could drink a couple of sips for himself.

The man stuffed the water bottle into his hand, touched his tears and said that his son was also at such an age, so he got such a madness.

Yan Hui said you take good care of him, he didn't want to, he really didn't want to.

He exchanged a pack of tissues for a bottle of mineral water, and a bottle of mineral water for a stray cat, and maybe some pain in exchange for pity and short-term love, but he actually didn’t want to make this kind of exchange, in fact there was nothing Can be easily exchanged.

Although he didn't understand why Meng Huaiming changed this time, many things had changed, and he was not the original Yanhui.

Looking back, all the scenery has disappeared, so why talk about turning back.

He knows the reason to go forward, but how difficult it will be to walk with him.

Meng Huaiming sat beside him and remained silent for a long time.

He ignored and said: "If I will see you, how will I greet you after many years."

"you……"

"Yan Hui, I know that no matter what I say now, you will explain the past in another way. I don't want to make any promises to you now. I just hope that you will come with me, is that okay?"

This has gone far beyond the scope of emotion, and has been included in another field, which he can't get out of in his philosophy now.

And the sudden sobriety also led to his extreme thinking.

Meng Huaiming was not in a hurry, he handed the water glass to Yan Hui, just like the morning after rebirth, he also handed a glass of water, as if drawing a circle.

"I don't have any requests right now."

Meng Huaiming said, "That's it for now. If you think of something and want to talk about it, just tell me about it."

Pause for a moment, "But this time, I originally wanted to nag you, but I didn't think I could talk without you, so I wrote something just now. You can read it if you want, and it doesn't matter if you don't read it. I'll go back first and think about it." Make a new plan."

After a moment of silence, Meng Huaiming inhaled secretly, "Do you want to know the content of the plan?"

He didn't wait for Yan Hui to answer, and said to himself: "The third part of Rongchun."

Yan Hui reacted for a moment, and almost didn't understand the meaning.

This can be regarded as the longest conversation between him and Meng Huaiming. He thought about his words very seriously, and the speed was so slow that each word was broken and glued together. He frowned and began to question the auditory hallucination: " What did you say?"

"Rongchun." Meng Huaiming repeated: "You write it, and I take it."

Before Yan Hui's puzzled expression magnified, Meng Huaiming said with a light smile: "When I first entered the industry, Qiao He said it was a wonderful industry, but I can't escape this rule. All newcomers have newborn calves and are not afraid of tigers. courage."

"As long as you have a little background, you can always make a sound when you write a script. If you transfer thousands of yuan and 1 yuan, you will suddenly feel that you are very good. You are extremely talented. You are born to write scripts. There is no capable person in the strange industry, causing the screenwriter circle to be in a mess.

But once you have invested a few times, started to engage in cooperation projects, and have some signs of entering the industry, you will start to learn to be good.

You are not required to be in this position. Your exquisite lines and wonderful scenes will all be changed due to capital, environment, investment and withdrawal. I have no ability to change this, because you are the poorest and the threshold is too low , which means that there are a large number of people of the same level staring at him behind him.

There are too many situations. Being poor is not a bad thing. I am afraid that I cannot concentrate on being poor, and each has a small business plan.Are the audience really stupid? They can't see those ridiculous lines, the transition at a young age?

But if a screenwriter is already full of perfunctory mentality when he completes the script, then the project has almost failed halfway.

What's even more frightening is that everyone acquiesced in his behavior. When the absurd stage play came to an end, the pursuit was not quality, nor word-of-mouth, but something else. Someone has to take responsibility.

A good drama cannot be supported by one side, at most there are some links that can turn the tide in a bad drama. You will see the tension of the actors in the script that does not make sense, the glorious lines in the poor acting skills, and the shabbiness. The moving interpretation and exquisite story in the field affairs.

But that is really a small probability thing. The most common thing is that everyone turns a blind eye and gets through those few months in dissatisfaction, resentment, prevarication, and intrigue.

Later, it was the IP adaptation, which indirectly added an additional link to the crew. We have a large fan base, but sometimes the ones we hurt the most are often the fans. Most of their feelings cannot be understood. High consumption capacity.

But the feelings cannot be shared, and the pattern has not changed. What the screenwriter lost was the flashing moment of script creation, and what was added was the inner struggle in the direction that ran counter to the original play.

Even if the original drama did not step on the line, even if it is really good enough.This is a necessary process. Some people retreated, some people became numb, and some people suffered day and night, one after another for a long time.

Afterwards, there are more things that need to be changed. Along with high quality is 'unsuitable'. They are good as novels, but they should not be put on the screen, because it is destined to lose its essence in novels, leaving a bunch of Boring plot and deliberately ambiguous.

Even if the screenwriter knows that they really love each other, they can only handle it differently. Will we not know what the audience wants to see? "

Meng Huaiming stared at Yan Hui: "No one knows better than us. What they want to see is the tacit understanding between the two that doesn't need to be deliberately emphasized in the plot, the trust that they can trust each other behind their backs, and the bright mood when they look at each other and smile, not Applying the old, self-righteous and stupid form of love, it can't be covered up, and it can't be hidden well.

We should not feminize men, nor masculinize women. In fact, gender-neutral charm and the uniqueness of each gender add luster to the role. Don't we understand this?

It's just that we have all learned to reconcile with ourselves under multiple pressures. There are many ways, aren't there?Are we teachers of actors, or coolies of producers, or anonymous people who no one cares about, or a pot of soup ruined by rat shit?Everyone is not paying attention, why should I pay attention?Just write and write that everyone can’t leave without paying. Only when you meet a director or crew who can be a bosom friend, you will be patient and polished, and you will have a sense of self-worth and identity. "

"Could it be that the crew is working together to solve the difficulties so that the director can shoot well, the screenwriter can write well, the actors can act well, and the lighting and makeup are all online. If you choose a high-quality IP, isn't success within easy reach?"

"No, it's not that easy. Satisfying this basic condition has become very small, because a nearly complete combination can hardly exist, and no matter what identity a person is, they want too much."

"In the crew, who doesn't have that hope, because of my existence, this drama can be better, but the depth of hope is empty, the word hope itself has been fabricated with unrealistic meaning, time and time again Lesson will teach us that it is impossible, not anywhere."

"But Yan Hui." Meng Huaiming said, "I want to try it. It's impossible to try."

"I will not disturb your creation of Rongchun."

He bent his eyes, it should be a sincere smile: "Write what you want to write, tell the story you want to tell."