genius editor

Ren Mingqing felt very happy just listening to it: "Okay, I invite you." Although Zhuang Mo's restaurants are very expensive, in Ren Mingqing's life, there should be exchanges between friends.He is not willing to eat such a good food alone, so he is willing to invite Zhuang Mo to eat.

After Zhuang Mo heard this, he was unwilling: "Don't. Teacher Ren, please give me a chance to hug my thigh. You are so polite, how can I behave?"

Ren Mingqing was very embarrassed: "Mr. Zhuang, don't make fun of me..." In his eyes, Zhuang Mo is a great screenwriter, and Zhuang Mo lowered his posture to compliment him like this, which made him very shy.

"Mr. Ren took the time out of his busy schedule to accompany me to eat. I am already very grateful. What's the matter if I ask you to treat me again?" Zhuang Mo glanced at him from the rearview mirror, smiled, and retracted without a trace. Gaze, "Besides, isn't it only natural for readers to spend money on authors they like?"

Ren Mingqing blushed and dared not speak anymore.He didn't doubt Zhuang Mo's sincerity, and knew that Zhuang Mo didn't deliberately tease him, but Zhuang Mo's words were full of intimacy and glibness, and he was thin-skinned and hard to resist.He wasn't used to being held like this.

Zhuang Mo took Ren Mingqing to eat at a very romantic Japanese restaurant, and then went to see a movie, which is currently a Hollywood blockbuster with good reputation and box office.It was almost nine o'clock when the film ended, and Zhuang Mo wanted to send Ren Mingqing back to Xu's house, but Ren Mingqing asked him to wait a while, lying on the entrance table and writing something in a small notebook.Zhuang Mo took a closer look and found that he was tearing apart the movie script.

Ren Mingqing was discovered by him, and he said embarrassingly: "Strike while the iron is hot, maybe you will miss the details when you go back to do your homework, and it will be fine soon."

"Then brush it again and take it apart as you read it." Zhuang Mo saw that his writing was scribbled, so he might not be able to take it apart carefully.

"No need, no need...wasting money." Watching movies in the cinema is already a luxury enough for Ren Mingqing, he spends his days on Baidu Cloud.

Zhuang Mo was arbitrary in spending money, so he ignored him, and went to buy two movie tickets on his own.In his opinion, a good movie is worth a second shot.What's more, Ren Mingqing is so hardworking, what's wrong with asking him to finish dismantling the script in one more game?

Ren Mingqing saw Zhuang Mo running back with a handful of popcorn in his left hand and French fries in his right, and hurriedly went to pick up the Coke in his hand, but Zhuang Mo avoided it: "I will take it, don't get your hands wet, just take care of yourself." Write it yourself." Ren Mingqing was in poor health, Zhuang Mo was reluctant to let him take something.

Ren Mingqing followed him with a small notebook to check the tickets, and glanced at the dark IMAX hall: "There will be no lights in the hall when you enter."

"Take a note with your phone." Zhuang Mo had already thought about it, "The last row of booths we bought will not affect other people's viewing."

Ren Mingqing scratched her head: "The phone is out of battery..."

Zhuang Mo stopped in his tracks: "Take mine. It's in the left trouser pocket. The password is 844920. Remember to set your phone to night mode and reject incoming calls."

For the entire movie later, Ren Mingqing was desperately memorizing the script, while Zhuang Mo sat on the seat next to him, watching the movie while stuffing French fries and popcorn into his mouth.Later, Zhuang Mo found out that Ren Mingqing liked to eat salty food, so he only stuffed him with French fries.At the end of the show, Ren Mingqing stood up abruptly, her pupils shrank, uh, I'm so full, what's going on?

He followed Zhuang Mo out in a daze, thinking that it was almost 11 o'clock, and it was time to go home. Who would have thought that Zhuang Mo would sit on the stool and pat his side: "Come on, hand in your homework."

Ren Mingqing obediently handed in the phone.Zhuang Mo found out that he was recorded in the Netease blog.Ren Mingqing used to write on a very old desktop computer, which crashed and lost files every now and then. Ren Mingqing has developed a habit of posting everything he writes to the NetEase blog.Zhuang Mo slid down and realized that this might be Ren Mingqing's manuscript cloud disk.He had long wanted to see what Ren Mingqing had written over the years, and was so excited that he copied the domain name to Brother Lie Huo and asked him to sort it out.

After Zhuang Mo instructed this, he went to check Ren Mingqing's film notes, and felt that they were quite complete. The two of them discussed together to fill in the details, and began to sort out the plot, split the clues, summarize the characters, check the foreshadowing, and disassembled the script. Crushed.In this way, the movie was basically digested and absorbed by Ren Mingqing.

Zhuang Mo thinks it is necessary to watch it again: "In the first scene, you have a general impression of the structure of the story; in the second scene, you have carefully sorted out, split and summarized; Let’s go, you just need to focus on his camera language, which will help increase the sense of picture in your text, and will also be of great help to your detailed description. You also need to think about the point in this movie that moved you the most , and the way he presents it.”

Although Ren Mingqing felt sorry for Qian, she hummed and nodded vigorously.Zhuang Mo was teaching him, his eyes lit up.

"Sleepy?" Zhuang Mo asked when he took the ticket.

Ren Mingqing shook his head.It is undoubtedly the most efficient to be able to thoroughly understand the script on the night of watching the movie. He is very excited now.

"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

Ren Mingqing once again recalled the fear of being dominated by popcorn: "No need, no need..."

Zhuang Mo finally bought him a huge ice cream waffle.

Ren Mingqing: "..."

The two of them came out early in the morning after three rounds, but their minds were fresh.Zhuang Mo took a stopwatch of all the plot points in the last scene, and passed them to Ren Mingqing to show him the rhythm of the Hollywood script. There is no reason for such a rhythm arrangement.The two also talked about their views on the movie, chatting non-stop along the way.The more they talked in detail, the more they found out that they had common hobbies and common areas of reading. Later, when the car parked in front of Xu's house, both of them felt that the road could actually be longer. They had just talked about " boxing Club".

Suddenly Zhuang Mo's phone turned on.He looked down at the message from brother Lihuo, his face changed.

There was a heavy rain outside, Zhuang Mo pulled on the handbrake, took a deep look at Ren Mingqing: "You wait first."

He took off his suit and rolled it on his elbow, got out of the car and put up an umbrella, opened Ren Mingqing's car door to welcome him out, then shook off his suit, wrapped his shoulders with one hand and walked in.

He didn't let Ren Mingqing get a drop of rain.

Ren Mingqing saw that he was half drenched, tightened the suit on his shoulders, his black eyes became deep and obscure: "Mr. Zhuang, why are you so kind to me?"

Zhuang Mo, who was closing his umbrella, was taken aback, and looked at him for a long time: "Because of 3000 million." He looked away from Ren Mingqing's inexplicable expression, and repeated, "Because of the 3000 million waste manuscripts left in the manuscript box. "

Brother Lihuo checked Ren Mingqing's NetEase blog. He has written 45 novels, 279 short stories, and various world settings in the past ten years. The themes cover all categories from rural areas to science fiction. .Maybe this size is not worth mentioning in front of some red dot writers, but considering that this blog has never been visited by anyone by mistake, and he has not made any profit from writing, his tenacity and perseverance are especially important. It is worth admiring.In addition to working and sleeping, Ren Mingqing devotes himself to writing other times, just to write better. To put it bluntly, in this impetuous society, who can stick to his original intention like a rock.

Zhuang Mo read Ren Mingqing's first novel on his blog.In the past, his Mingqing was just an entry-level author with a lot of aura. He had groped for a long time by himself before finally walking in front of him, standing here with the appearance of a genius, so Zhuang Mo wanted to treat him better.

"You have written so many good stories, I want to make your life no longer a pity." Zhuang Mo said sadly.

Ren Mingqing unexpectedly discovered that Mr. Zhuang seemed to be crying.

Ren Mingqing was a little sentimental, but when he recalled the past, what he felt was not bitterness, but sweetness, the sweetness that made his body and mind tremble.At this moment, his efforts are seen by others, and some people think that what he has done is valuable, and even think that he is a treasure, without him, the whole world will be eclipsed, which makes him feel calm and happy.

Ren Mingqing took out a tissue and handed it to Zhuang Mo, comforting him with a smile: "The past is over, at least I have my first reader now."

"After me, there are thousands of people." Zhuang Mo said firmly, "Trust me."

"Well, I believe you."

After Zhuang Mo cleaned up his sad emotions, he asked Ren Mingqing tentatively, "After you finish writing "The Grand Chronicle", can you try to cooperate with me?"

Ren Mingqing was taken aback: "Mr. Zhuang, I have always written novels, not scripts... But if you need..."

"I won't let you write a script. You are a novelist. Writing a script will ruin your handwriting, and you won't be able to transfer it at that time." Novels and scripts are completely different professions. It is difficult for people who have written scripts for a long time. Switching to a novel, because the script has only dialogue and action, and lacks many things needed in a novel, Zhuang Mo is reluctant to let Ren Mingqing write the script. "The specific cooperation method, we will discuss it in detail at that time, shall we?"

Ren Mingqing hummed: "Anything is fine. As long as it is Mr. Zhuang's case, I am willing to write about it."

Zhuang Mo was ecstatic.Ren Mingqing trusted him, so it was much easier to sign his full contract: "Okay, then I'll go and prepare."

He had to prepare a meeting gift of sufficient weight to prove that he was a gold medal editor worthy of Ren Mingqing.