Idol and I are the hottest in the whole network [Entertainment]

Xie Zhi and Yan Si walked on the beach until midnight that night, and finally stopped a car to return to the hotel. Lin Jiu and the others hadn't returned yet—the night belongs to those who have won awards, and these people can stay up all night.

The next day, after Lin Jiu and the others returned to the hotel, no one asked why Yan Si left first last night. The main creative team spent two days playing in the Lido together.

Beijing time · 04:30 p.m.

The corridor bridge was grafted on the plane door, and Wen Suixin and Xie Zhi got off the plane side by side, walking in front of the crowd.

"Are you tired?" Wen Suixin took off the earphones for listening to music and asked Xie Zhi.

"Not tired, is Master tired?"

"I'm not tired." Wen Suixin said, "If you are not tired, shall we find a place to eat?"

"Of course." Xie Zhi immediately took the phone into his hands, "Which restaurant does Master want to eat? Can I make a reservation now?"

"It's already been arranged, so don't worry about it."

Wen Suixin didn't appreciate Xie Zhi's affection at all, put the earphones on his ears, shook his hands, walked a few steps forward in a very cool and uninhibited manner, and left the group.

More than an hour later, Wen Suixin, who left the group, led Xie Zhi and Yan Si into a private room, cut off Lin Jiu's voice complaint on WeChat: "Why do I follow Cheng Yi to eat rice bran, but you can eat hot pot?" , step aside, give way to the seated, gentle Bai Hanmo as always.

Bai Hanmo was still the same set of buttons he saw for the first time, seeing Xie Zhiyan sweating, he took out the paper, handed it to the two children, and motioned them to wipe off their sweat.

Xie Zhi sat down and saw the hot pot with clear red and white soup in front of him, but also exuded the smell of hot sea pepper because of cooking, he was a little worried--in my impression, Bai Hanmo is not spicy, and everything with chili is actually very spicy. eat less.

"Teacher Bai." Xie Zhi asked worriedly, "Can you bear this taste?"

"Of course, is your Teacher Bai made of porcelain?" Bai Hanmo smiled slightly, "Tell me, what good movie did you watch in Venice this time?"

That's too much to say.

The main competition units of the Venice Film Festival are all world premieres. Xie Zhi immediately picked out a few impressive films and discussed them with Bai Hanmo and Wen Suixin.

The three screenwriters' professional discussions were in full swing. Yan Si, as a qualified and competent background board, took on the job of rinsing the dishes. With the attitude and professionalism of the Haidilao foreman, he fed the three people on the table.

Soon, a large table was eaten empty.

Bai Hanmo smiled and listened to Xie Zhi's talk about the Spanish films that were shortlisted but did not win any awards this year, and asked, "Are you full?"

It was only then that Xie Zhi noticed that he had unknowingly eaten a bunch of food just now; he turned his head and looked at Yan Si with embarrassment, Xie Zhi turned to Bai Hanmo again, and nodded.

"You can slaughter when you're full." Wen Suixin hummed casually.

The boiling hot pot produced small bubbles, and the tumbling bubbles burst on the surface of the red oil, making a "pop" sound.

Xie Zhi: "...Huh?"

"It's time to check the homework." Bai Hanmo picked up a small teapot, poured a glass of water for Xie Zhi, and translated Wen Suixin's words in a gentle tone.

Tea gurgled into Xie Zhi's cup, other than that, there was no sound in the small private room, and it felt very quiet.

Yan Si straightened his back involuntarily, and glanced at Xie Zhi—he actually didn't know whether Xie Zhi had finished his homework.

This summer, Xie Zhi has been running around with him, and I don’t know where he got the time to create. If Xie Zhi didn’t do it...

Yan Si decided to admit his mistakes, but as to why he admitted his mistakes, and what qualifications did he have to admit his mistakes - he hasn't thought about it yet.

"Yeah." Xie Zhi took the schoolbag on his back calmly and put it on his lap, "I've finished writing."

"First draft?" Wen Suixin raised his eyebrows a bit fiercely.

"The third draft." Xie Zhi took out two printed copies of the manuscript from his schoolbag, "I wanted to show it to you when I went to Venice, but you were busy, so I didn't take the initiative to say so."

Xie Zhi handed one of them to Wen Suixin, Wen Suixin's brows and eyes were obviously relaxed, but he still hummed habitually.

"What's there to be busy with?" Wen Suixin said, "It's just some unnecessary teasing and changing - I will hand in my homework after I finish my homework, do you hear me?"

"I heard." Xie Zhi said immediately.

Wen Suixin let out another "hum", her brows and eyes widened.

Xie Zhi handed the other copy to Bai Hanmo, and Bai Hanmo took it with a smile, lowered his head, and suppressed a deeper smile—I don't know who is in this private room, and he didn't even care about the time difference a few days ago. Every day in the dark night, the voice of the storm roars:

"Why didn't Xie Zhi hand in his homework??"

"Did you get carried away???"

"Did I fall in love and delay my further studies?"

"It really deserves to be punished, and I will clean it up when I come back."

The smile on Bai Hanmo's face was only for a moment, but he soon suppressed it and began to flip through the script in his hand.

"What's the matter with you?" Xie Zhi gave the manuscript to the two teachers, and when he turned around, he found Yan Si's expression was a bit strange—between a kind of relief and my nervousness.

Yan Si waved his hand, indicating that he was fine.

I was nervous just now because I was afraid that Xie Zhi didn't do it. I was finally relieved when I saw Xie Zhi did his homework. As a result, the two teachers started to flip through the work, and Yan Si couldn't help being nervous.

I don't know if Xie Zhi's writing is good or not. If Xie Zhi's writing is not good and he is criticized, Yan Si will definitely continue to apologize.

Xie Zhi didn't understand Yan Si's expression, but after a while, his expression was similar to Yan Si's.

The two teachers turned the script almost in unison, but what was more uniform than their movements of turning the script was their expressions—actually they were expressionless, with no good or bad at all.

At the beginning, Xie Zhi was very confident - although he ran around with Yan Si and played a lot, but after all, it was a script he carefully polished, from the theme to the details, Xie Zhi was confident.

However, Xie Zhi's confidence dropped a little every time the script was flipped through.

Looking back now, that script really had a lot of problems!Why did you choose this subject? ? ?Why do you write like this? ?The angle seems to be all wrong?

The air conditioner was obviously only turned on to 26 degrees, but the whole private room was still surprisingly cold. Xie Zhi felt that the sword was hanging above his head again. cut open.

"brush--"

Bai Hanmo turned over the last page first.

Bai Hanmo didn't look at Xie Zhi, but looked at Wen Suixin, and when Wen Suixin finished flipping through the book, the two exchanged a look.

Wen Suixin raised his hand, motioning for Bai Hanmo to speak first.

"It's pretty good." Bai Hanmo looked at Xie Zhi with encouragement, "It's a script I like very much."

Xie Zhi's confidence climbed up from the cliff with difficulty and stopped near his stomach.

Xie Zhi turned his head and looked at Wen Suixin expectantly.

Wen Suixin thought for a while, rolled up the script, clapped it in his hand and held it, and when he turned it lightly, the scroll unfolded like a fan—Wen Suixin didn't speak, as if he was thinking about what to say.

After a while, Wen Suixin let go of the script, sat up straight, and looked at Xie Zhi.

"What do you think?" Wen Suixin's voice was a little cold, "How much can this book sell for?"

It’s over.

Xie Zhi's confidence in climbing up just now rolled to the bottom, lying on the floor, unable to get up.

When Xie Zhi wrote this book, he didn't think about whether it could be sold, or who he could sell it to—he chose a very unpopular profession—an editor, and he was even an editor in the early days of the film industry.

Maybe the editors who have been suffering from Party A for a long time all over the world gather together... and give him a friendship price of one hundred and eighty thousand.

Xie Zhi didn't dare to speak, so he took a sip of the cup of tea that Bai Hanmo poured for him just now—it was too cold after being blown by the air conditioner for too long.

"Teacher." Xie Zhi didn't speak, but Yan Si couldn't help it anymore. He said to the two teachers, "Actually... Xie Zhi's book doesn't need to be too concerned about how much it can sell for."

Xie Zhi looked back at Yan Si.

The two teachers remained expressionless and also looked at Yan Si.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter how much he sells, or it doesn't matter if he can't sell it." Yan Si was covered with cold sweat, but still resisted the gaze attack of the two teachers, "I will give him the bottom line, and I will be responsible for making money to support the family... can't you?" ?”

It’s over.

Yan Si's confidence also fell to the ground, lying on his stomach together with Xie Zhi's confidence.

It will definitely be an overwhelming education later - why is Xie Zhi a boy, you are insulting him like this, if you can't sell it, you can't sell it, and you don't want to make progress and you still make such an excuse?

Xie Zhi and Yan Si huddled together, trembling.

After hearing Yan Si's great opinion, the two teachers with expressionless faces suddenly took a look, and in the next second, both of them had smiles on their faces.

"Yeah." Bai Hanmo smiled, picked up the teapot, poured some hot tea for Xie Zhi, and some for Yan Si, "Yes, you're right."

Yan Si: "...Huh?"

What kind of plot is this?

"I don't know if you have thought about it." Wen Suixin also said, "Business and art are two very different paths."

"When we were young, we didn't have the capital like you, so we gave up a lot of things." Bai Hanmo put the teacup to his mouth, and sipped it lightly, "But it was a forced to give up, and a detour that we had to take."

Xie Zhi seemed to suddenly understand what the two teachers were going to say.

Wen Suixin: "Our intention is very clear, we want you to think clearly before entering university, how you want to spend your life related to movies."

"What you just said is impulsive, and it's something you really want to stick to for the rest of your life." Bai Hanmo opened Alipay, scanned the QR code and paid for it, "You might as well discuss it after you go home."

Bai Hanmo paid the money, and everyone took the script and other sundries. When they walked out of the hot pot restaurant, it was still dark in Beijing.

But there is a fallen leaf lying in front of the hot pot restaurant, and there is a coolness in the wind, and autumn has begun here.

"Take it." Wen Suixin handed back Xie Zhi's script and put it in Xie Zhi's hand, "You can't sell the script."

Xie Zhi took Wen Suixin's script, and the latter told him to send a pdf of the final draft so that it would be convenient to save.

Xie Zhi nodded in agreement, beside him, Bai Hanmo had already walked in front of Yan Si, and put another script into Yan Si's hands.

"Protect each other well." Before Bai Hanmo let go of the script, he said solemnly, "The road ahead...take your time."

Xie Zhi actually understands what the teachers mean—to tell them not to give up what they really want to do for the sake of the market.

Xie Zhi felt that he should.

For example now.

Yan Si took a shower in a place separated by a wall, while Xie Zhi, who "sticks to himself", drove a lofter and secretly posted articles to it.

tag: #凯四x我#

As soon as he sent it out, fans who had been waiting for his food for a long time came over and started making kswlkswl sounds.

Comments: [Small Zhi Da Yan Wo is still so delicious! ! !Today I am also spiritually in love! ! 】

Comments: [Summer vacation is really good, I love summer vacation qwq.The summer vacation's Xiaozhida is the more literary Xiaozhida! 】

Comments: [I'm sweet and crazy! ! !I'm gone! ! ! 】

Comments: [Ah, ah, Yan Si, who is small and big, is Yan Si with a soul! ! ! ! 】

Comments: [When you said "Xiao Zhi Da Da Yan Si", I actually froze for a moment. 】

Comments: [Scared for a while +1]

Xie Zhi looked at the row of pictures below and was "stuck for a moment", a little dumbfounded -- he certainly knew what these people were staring at, Xiao Zhi's obsession was Xie Zhi's obsession.

At the same time, in the lower right corner of Xie Zhi's computer, the qq symbol also "flickered".

The group that supported Yan Si before.

Xie Zhi opened the chat box, and it was an old friend speaking in it.

Box: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I read your article again, Ness, Goode, it’s very good! ! ! 】

Xiaozhi: [Thank you, thank you. 】

Box: [But to be honest, you are the only Yan Siwei fan left in the whole network, right? 】

Xiao Zhi: [How could it be (laughing and crying) (laughing and crying)]

Box: [Why not? ?Sometimes I am very skeptical, is there really Yan Siwei in the whole network now?Not all of them are skinny. 】

Wei Ai Lao Yan: [Only represent myself, I am Pi Pi. 】

Lao Yan is number one in the world: [I am also... a beautiful love, whoever does not love is an idiot. 】

Marry Lao Yan and give birth to Xiao Yan: [Everyone is Xie Zhi!Just a little bit!I'm not going to be addicted to such a pair of cps who give out dog food every day. 】

Box: [Here, look. 】

Xie Zhi doesn't look at it, Xie Zhi really isn't a good-looking CP fan, he is Yan Wei, the pure Yan Wei.

Box: [Forget it, it's too bad if Xiao Zhi Da Da is really iron-blooded Yan Wei us.Talk about something else. 】

Wei Ai Lao Yan: [Quack, quack, something else. 】

Wei Ai Lao Yan: [Speaking of which, there is a support project for the start of school recently. Has anyone contributed a wonderful and explosive copywriting! 】

Next, there was a row of "Is there anyone who contributed copywriting" in a tacit understanding, and finally the box came out on behalf of everyone, and at the legendary person.

Box: [Xiao Zhi Da Da, let me know about the copywriting. 】

Xiaozhi: [...No. 】

It's fine to give Yan Si a one-man support, write a copy by yourself, cheer yourself up, what a return!

Xie Zhi was lying on the bed typing, and just about to look through the chat records just now, a steamy body hugged Xie Zhi.

"Who are you chatting with?" Yan Si said in Xie Zhi's ear.

Xie Zhifei quickly clicked the mouse, but the moment he closed the chat box, Yan Si had already seen the group; Yan Si stretched out his hand, passed over Xie Zhi's back, and held down his finger that clicked the computer.

The grainy bathrobe rubbed against Xie Zhi's forearm.

"Hiding what?" Yan Si slid down the mouse and clicked on the chat box just now, "Who are you chatting with?"

Xie Zhi silently covered his eyes.

Yan Si didn't wait for Xie Zhi's answer, and seeing that he didn't object, he freely posted on Xie Zhi's group—after reading dozens of messages, Yan Si understood.

Yan Si turned his head with a smile, pressed against Xie Zhi's ear, and kissed him lightly.

"There are a lot of my names." Yan Si spoke very slowly, "Oh—I forgot, kid Xie Zhi, you seem to be my die-hard fan..."

The ears of Yan Si's hardcore fans are already red, and the soft hair is folded behind the ears, revealing the red ears.

Yan Si put his lips close together, and kissed the tip of his ear—the lips that had just taken a shower were slightly cool, and pressed against his hot ear, Xie Zhi trembled slightly.

The bathrobes are designed separately, Yan Si sticks to Xie Zhi, Xie Zhi can feel what should be felt.

"...how about... shutting down QQ first..." Xie Zhi protested with shame.

Although QQ didn't turn on the camera and couldn't make a sound, but being teased in front of this group of friends... Xie Zhi couldn't stand it.

"Don't worry." Yan Si moved himself, put his face next to Xie Zhi's ear, felt his trembling, and asked, "I don't quite understand, what is support?"

"It's just that every time the food trucks with flower walls and LED screens outside your concert are called Yingyuan." Xie Zhi hid aside for a while, and was caught by Yan Si, "Yiyuan means aid, that is... to support you. "

"Back me up..." Yan Si repeated.

"This is the extended meaning I just thought of temporarily. Support is to shout out to the world and you, to tell the people they like, and those who are still waiting to see the person they like-this idol is not alone."

In fact, what is the meaning of support?Sometimes it really sounds like throwing money.

But that sound echoed between fans and idols.

"Have you also participated in the support?" Yan Si closed the chat box just now.

Xie Zhi: "..."

Yan Si: "No?"

Xie Zhi: "...Yes."

"for example?"

"On the night of the rehearsal, the copywriting on the LED screen you saw was written by me..."

Yan Si immediately recalled that it was indeed a very well written sentence.

Yan Si moved the mouse, and according to Xie Zhi's request, quit QQ. The mac that had been used for several years was flipped down and closed, and was thrown on the pillow aside.

Yan Si stroked Xie Zhi's lips.

"Almost forgot, my family Xie Zhi is my writer." Fiery lips touched Xie Zhi's lips and rubbed them. When the lips parted, Xie Zhi's eyes were blurred and he was panting.

Under the dim light, Yan Si's voice was hoarse, and a smile came from his throat.

"Thousands of people in the circle are sought after, and Nortel is the number one outside the circle." Yan Si said softly.

Xie Zhi's neckline had been pulled away by Yan Si, and his slender neck was shining brightly under the dim light.

"Xie Zhi still owes me [-] words of praise." Yan Si said, "...Just tonight, let's make it up."

The author has something to say: 8 sorry.I reflect.

How to start a career and turn into a petty obsession【bushi】

Forget it.Eight hundred words of praise foreshadowing recovery!