About the Reaper living next door

What? ”

Without saying a word, Lin Jiangchen took out a stack of slips from his sleeve, and took out the top one to draw a seal. After the golden light appeared, his fingertips slowly slid down and landed on a name that was shining red.

Only then did he make a sound: "You can eat it without poison, and taste it carefully. It is probably the last time to eat it."

Jiang Linyun looked at him coldly: "Fu Yao told you not to associate with other people anymore, but you just don't listen, you feel uncomfortable."

"The elderly are much easier to deal with than the young." Lin Jiangchen smiled badly.

After a long silence, Lin Jiangchen picked up the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which was carved into flowers, and the small portion was very delicate.After hesitating for a moment, he gently broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. The smell of sweet-scented osmanthus bloomed in his mouth, soft and sweet.

He wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, so he managed to control his voice: "Sure enough, it's recommended by an old regular customer, no one can deceive you."

Ke Fu stared at the blank document.

Chi Ziang asked him to think from work to get off work, from class to get out of class, from eating to washing dishes, and now that he has taken a shower, his state can still be described in four words: no clue.

During the 10 hour of the morning meeting, [-] minutes were spent on the monthly report and work summary. The chairman sent the boss to the scene, and no one dared to neglect it.

It was obviously a discussion on Director Chi's new script, but as the protagonist, Chi Ziang lowered his head and played with his mobile phone the whole time. He didn't know who he was chatting with, and the corner of his mouth was always smiling.The time to really speak is less than 3 minutes.

"Hey, Director Chi." After the boss with a red face finished speaking, Yu Ran reminded him in a low voice, "It's your turn to speak."

"Ah? Oh." Chi Ziang stood up, cleared his throat, leaned over to lean on his sides, and knocked his knuckles on the table: "Since everyone is here, let me just say a few words."

Zhang Qian muttered secretly below: "Leadership standard opening remarks, the next morning may be spent talking..."

I don't know whether I didn't hear it or I didn't want to pay attention to it. The other party called up a ppt, enlarged the words and enlarged them, and then said: "Remember the requirements on the ppt. If you don't ask too much, just write a detailed outline. I'll pick it up today next month." Chi Ziang tapped twice again with his fingers:

"Don't blindly pursue the level, at least give me some ideas."

After Chi Ziang finished speaking, he sat down and raised his hand to signal the boss to continue talking.Everyone didn't react, they held their pens and looked at each other, continuing to be confused.

Chi Ziang sat without moving, his eyes swept over lightly, and his eyes signaled that they had something to ask quickly.

Mo Jiu was the first to raise his hand weakly to signal: "...are you finished?"

Chi Ziang waved his hand, "It's over."

"Well, let me take the liberty to ask...What about the script's orientation? What about the character requirements? What about the episode limit?" Zhang Qian asked the doubts of most people present.

Chi Ziang said rightly, "Isn't that what you want?"

Everyone: "..."

tbc.

06 Playing hooligans?

Chi Ziang's ppt is simple and easy to understand. The first thing that catches the eye is a huge line: Incomplete real world.

Crowd: ? ? ?

Under the bold red characters, there is an additional sentence in small fonts, which perfectly reflects Chi Ziang's state at this moment:

——All in all, just messing around.

The ups and downs of the crowd are like a roller coaster: ... This is the first time I have seen such a fresh and refined director.

Ke Fu first coded a few beginnings of different types. According to Director Chi’s request, they are not completely realistic. There are only a few fantasy themes that have been repeated over and over again. Comparing the left and right, I feel that none of them are good, and any of them are too boring. In a fit of anger, right-click to delete all souls. recycle bin.

Today's big class was scheduled for the whole afternoon, and the sitting time was too long. He was a little tired, so he leaned on the back of the chair to let himself go.

A completely original script is mainly divided into several stages in the early stage: draft outline, detailed outline and episodes.

Chi Ziang was also working on a TV series for the first time, so he didn't ask too much. They were only required to finish the outline within a month, and the episodes and scenes were discussed together after the script was finalized.

Ke Fu can't even write the general context of the story now.

You can't blame him either, let alone fantasy in the life of more than twenty years, he has never encountered any supernatural events that are slightly unrealistic, life is simply too fucking realistic.

He racked his brains to think, but his thoughts went astray unconsciously - do you want to go to the next door to apologize again?When the other party left, he was very angry, and threatened that 'there is no end to this', right?

The call came in a timely manner, interrupting Ke Fu's thoughts of running away. It was a number that was stored in the phone and never played again.

"Chen Ruiyan...director?" He was taken aback when he saw the name displayed on the screen, subconsciously called out his real name, felt that it was not polite, and hurriedly added his title: "Why—"

Director Chen's intention for coming this time is obvious. First, he expressed his approval of the last cooperation, and then revealed to him that the script of the Lunar New Year movie in the coming year has not yet been decided. In order to allow young people's talents to have a better space to play, he is still willing to do it again this time. A new screenwriter will be employed, and Ke Fu and two other screenwriters will be in charge.

He was flattered.

Being able to reach two cooperations with famous directors during college is something that many people can't even imagine.

Ke Fu hurriedly picked up the pen with the receiver in his hand, and inquired about the requirements. Director Chen's idea can be said to be very suitable for his plan.The theme is literary and artistic, light and humorous, but at the end, it can radiate thinking about human nature, which is indescribably heavy, which is the style that Director Chen is good at.

For Ke Fu, Chen Ruiyan's judgment on the script is obviously more satisfactory to him in a short period of time than Chi Ziang's unrestrained demands.

But holding his mobile phone, he thought of the strange encounters of the past two days, as if he would cut off contact with them if he gave up the script.This thought surprised him, and he suddenly felt a little reluctant to give up Chi Ziang's script.

Director Chen was quick to do things, heard his hesitation, and generously said that there is no need to rush to reply, and he can give him a few days to think about it.

He declined surprisingly neatly: "I'm sorry Director Chen."

Chen Ruiyan was taken aback, he didn't expect Ke Fu to refuse so quickly: "Don't think about it anymore?"

"Thank you, Director Chen. Time is tight, so I can't do it this time." He repeated.

Chen Ruiyan felt a little sorry for Ke Fu's talent, but he didn't say any more. He said some polite words such as expressing deep regret and looking forward to the next cooperation, and then hung up.

Putting down the phone, Ke Fu got up and turned off the computer to change his mood. A message box popped up one second before he closed it:

[Towel Fan]: Bro, I'm exhausted, I can't do my homework, are you going out for a drink?

【Towel Fan】: [I'm going to die.jpg]

As usual, Ke Fu would definitely ask "why can't you think about it on Monday" or lie on the bed too lazy to turn over, but today, as if he was possessed by a demon, he hit it off with Yang Fan by magic, put his hands on the keyboard, typed, and sent.

【Oh, and then】: Go.

Yang Fan didn't expect Ke Fu to come.

During school, the reason why this master was called the flower of Gaoling was not only because of Qian Duo's self-willedness and omnipotence, but also because of his lack of entertainment spirit and his lazy body, which no one could take care of.

"Come on!" Yang Fan saw Ke Fu at the door, gestured to him with a half cup of brightly colored cup, and patted the seat next to him: "Teacher Ke, if you don't drink too much, I'll take it with you." I paid more than 100 yuan, do you want beer, liquor or cocktails?"

Yang Fan is a local, and he is not afraid that he will have nowhere to go if he cannot go back to his dormitory.

Ke Fu walked over and sat down directly opposite him: "Mineral water."

Yang Fan: "..."

Both of them will have classes tomorrow, and Ke Fu wonders if he will go to the company again, so it makes sense not to drink.But Yang Fan wanted everyone to come, so he persuaded unwillingly: "On this day when only you and I can fly freely, why don't you drink something?"

Ke Fu put one hand in his pocket, looked around the surrounding environment, and opened his mouth to retort: ​​"There are only more than 100, how to let them fly?"

"What's wrong with more than 100?" Yang Fan couldn't figure it out.

Ke Fu took a sip of water gracefully: "It's 80 yuan to take a taxi to your house."

Yang Fan thumped the table after hearing this: "I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse to have you here... Wait, why are you here if you don't drink?"

"Change your mood." Ke Fu said truthfully.The script was not well thought out, and the neighborhood problem was not resolved. What made him even more distressed was that he had been staying at home and couldn't calm down. The biggest problem was not the script, but the 7017 next door.

Yang Fan saw that he was not in the right state: "Do you have something on your mind?"

Ke Fu didn't want to hide it, Yang Fan really asked: "How do you apologize?"

The answer came so suddenly that Yang Fan didn't turn the corner: "With whom?"

Ke Fu didn't know how to answer, neighbor?friend?A passerby who misunderstood a lot?

When he hesitated, Yang Fan thought it was inconvenient for him to answer, and thought he was talkative, so he changed the topic: "Apologize, it's not important what you say, the most important thing is how you say it."

"For example." Ke Fu made a 'please' gesture.

Yang Fan immediately got on top of the movie king, choked his throat and acted "for example": "Ah! My dear friend Romanov! I know that I have committed an unforgivable heinous crime. Please forgive me for God's sake, please Kick my ass hard with your diamond-like high heels!"

After hearing this, Ke Fu got up without delay: "Excuse me."

"Don't, I was wrong!" Yang Fan grabbed him desperately, and forced himself to explain: "You don't understand, I'm exaggerating. In fact, the best way to apologize is first of all a hug full of emotion. Look each other in the eye, express your apology in a sincere and friendly way, kicking buttocks is just one of the means, and foreigners do it."

Ke Fu thought about the performance just now, and commented with disgust: "...you have to be shameless."

The authenticity of what Yang Fan said later needs to be investigated. Anyway, Ke Fu only knows that the foreigner apologized.