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About a month later, Zhang Jinxiao and Song Zhiyan spent a lot of time abroad, and finally returned to the country secretly under the constant urging of Manager Mu's phone calls three times a day.

I don't know how Mu An calculated the time so accurately. The two of them had just arrived home, and they didn't even have their butts warmed up. It was smashing, abandoning the doorbell and ignoring it, just like the force of finding fault at the door.

The force of knocking on the door probably just represented the strength of Mu An's explosion. Zhang Jinxiao sat silently on the sofa for two or three seconds, and then stood up under Song Zhiyan's helpless expression, and opened the door for someone.

Ever since, the first second the door was opened, a whole huge yellow tabby cat was thrown straight into Zhang Jinxiao's arms. Zhang Jinxiao subconsciously bent slightly when he took it over its size and weight. After bending over and catching it in a panic, I had the time to take a closer look, and finally saw clearly that the warm object in my hand was the leader of the little meow that I hadn't seen for a month. I really don't know why Will eat so much fat again in a short time.

But even if he is eating fat, after all, he is still a treasure that his family has not seen for more than a month, but it is a pity that Zhang Jinxiao's love for the leader has not had time to rise, and the next moment he walked from the door with a gloomy face. Mu An's face, who squeezed in, successfully made him let go of playing with the little regiment leader...

What I have to say is that when it comes to the skills of the old lady, if Mu An is ranked second, no one really dares to rank first for the time being.Seeing that Zhang Jinxiao is really unable to get away at the moment, and being here will undoubtedly aggravate Mu An's anger, so taking advantage of the current kung fu, Song Zhiyan happened to turn to An Dao once.

One month is enough time for An Dao to re-craft a script that already has a clear plot.

Song Zhiyan read the script from beginning to end, and was indeed very satisfied with the script. He smiled immediately, "Thank you! You can mention the remuneration as you like. If you don't mind, I can also give you a part of it?"

Since he was satisfied, of course Song Zhiyan would not be stingy in the slightest. He directly proposed generous conditions, and he was not even stingy with giving them a share. Thanks for the script.

Under such conditions, even Director An couldn't help but look at Song Zhiyan more, because he knew the huge sum of money that this film would cost and the possible repercussions after it was put into the world, so he couldn't help being moved. Song Zhiyan was generous.

But even if he was tempted, An Dao didn't accept it immediately, but shook his head, "I have already received your favor before, and I agreed to help write it, how can I charge you so much money?" Obviously, An Dao naturally has his own account in his heart.

"It's one thing to agree to write it, but it's another thing to give a salary or not. I'm not a king's meal." Song Zhiyan smiled casually, but after what happened to Zhuo Yan, he knew Ann to some extent. I didn't talk about the director's temper, and I didn't try to persuade you, "Forget it, if you really feel sorry, I won't mention the dividend, but the remuneration will still be paid according to the price. Don't shirk this time, at most later If there is another work, don’t forget to think about our family Xiao Xiao.”

The last sentence is obviously just a joke, but it has already reached this point. It would be unsightly to just keep rejecting it, so Director An nodded directly after pondering for a moment.

However, the issue of remuneration is small, and there is another thing that inevitably has to be reminded by Director An, "This film involves many parts that require special effects, so it can be seen that it will cost a lot of financial and material resources. Representatives will take a long time. If you really want good results, two or three years is the minimum, but now... I am afraid that the time span is too long? Or are you just planning to let this storm pass first? ?”

What Director An said was understandable, but it was this point that made Song Zhiyan suddenly smile, noncommittal, "Who said it takes such a long time? Shooting... as long as the filming and editing of Xiao Xiao is done well good."

Song Zhiyan took a look at Dao An, who was obviously still very confused, but he couldn't help sighing softly, "Although I'm sorry, but for everyone's benefit, it's better to be on the safe side...isn't it?"

"what?"

Of course Director An didn't understand what he said suddenly, so he glanced at him with some doubts, but when he looked over, he suddenly froze under those eyes that seemed to be so deep that there was no end, and three flashes flashed in his pupils. One point of confusion and three points of ambiguity...

"I asked you to make this script anonymously a long time ago. As for Zhuo Yan's help... I also helped you solve it to thank you for your wonderful script."

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After three hours, when Song Zhiyan returned home with the script and bags of ingredients and fruits, Mu Xiaopaozhu finally calmed down a little. Now he was sitting on the sofa drinking fruit juice and listening to Zhang Jin Xiao introduced to him the various gifts he had brought back.

But seeing that Song Zhiyan had come back, Mu An curled his lips, "Don't worry about being lazy, let's go."

Anyway, the cat is also given at this moment, and what I want to say has already been babbled. In order to prevent myself from eating a big bowl of dog food for no reason, Mu An directly brought a pile of food and food that belonged to him. Souvenirs are gone.

So soon, there were only two people left in the living room, this simple but warm enough little home.

Originally seeing Song Zhiyan coming back, Zhang Jinxiao didn't think much about it, just smiled and hugged Meow Miao, who was still far away, to his lap, and rubbed its thin fluff.

It's just that during this period, when Zhang Jinxiao saw Song Zhiyan looking at him with a hesitant look, he somehow knew what he was waiting to tell him.

And what else could make Song Zhiyan, who has always been unscrupulous, show such an expression?

Whether it is the sixth sense, or knowing that it will come sooner or later, Zhang Jinxiao has already roughly guessed what he wants to say, but it is obvious that he has always wanted to know before but hesitated. Dare to know, now that the truth of the matter is finally in sight, there is no violent fluctuation in my heart for a while.

So Zhang Jinxiao rubbed the head of the cat's ears with his left hand, and at the same time took a sip of the half cup of coconut juice poured on the table with his right hand.Coconut juice is one of the drinks brought back from outside. It tastes mellow and not sweet. It is the most beautiful taste mixed with unique natural and fruity aroma. When it is contained in the mouth, the whole mouth seems to have a kind of sweetness. a feeling of.It feels exactly the same as drinking it when traveling abroad.

"In the beginning, you always followed me and said that you wanted to explain; but recently, when I wanted to listen, you said that you were not ready, so the way you look now is that you have finally sorted out the context and have already Are you ready to explain the story to me?" Zhang Jinxiao finished the remaining half cup of coconut milk, put the transparent glass cup on the tea table, and finally asked.

Compared with Zhang Jinxiao's calmness now, Song Zhiyan's heart beat faster again, he licked his lips subconsciously, and finally handed over the finished script that had just been drafted to Zhang Jinxiao.

Under the tension, his voice was also slightly unsteady, "I don't tell a story, but there is a script that happens to be missing a leading actor, but I don't know if you, Xiao Xiao, are willing to take it."

Zhang Jinxiao looked into Song Zhiyan's eyes, but didn't see even the slightest sign of a joke in it, so he stretched out his hand and took the not very thick script from Song Zhiyan's hand.

The name of the script is clearly reflected on the cover, with two simple characters - "Seven Years"

Seven years of what? Seven years of studying hard?Or the seven-year itch?It's just that no matter what it is, this is undoubtedly a very long script span.

Zhang Jinxiao's slender fingers couldn't help swipe across the two big characters. After being slightly dazed, he opened the cover of the script that Song Zhiyan handed over, and began to read the first page of the story.

The beginning of the story is about two young people who live together. They get up in the same bed in the morning, get dressed and wash together, discuss with each other what they want to eat today, picky eaters and Shirking the housework, one person softly despised him for being lazy.

But in time it was disgusting, but not the slightest bit harsh, even the complaints were light-hearted and joyful...

The atmosphere brought by such a daily and simple text is also extremely relaxing. While flipping through the script, Zhang Jinxiao also felt a slight relief between his brows, and couldn't help thinking about the relationship between the two of them. , and the future between the two of them.

But just turning over a page of the script, everything seems to be completely different.

——Shen Qianxi was in a car accident while going out, with multiple fractures in her body, multiple injuries to her internal organs, and severe brain congestion. After a full [-] hours of rescue, although she saved her life, she became a vegetative state , The current level of medical treatment has no way to wake him up, and there is no way to predict when he will wake up...

The story behind the script is still going on, and it is obvious that the tone of the story has completely changed since then, but no matter what the situation is, Zhang Jinxiao seems to be taken away by the word "vegetable" Just like losing all his mind, all of a sudden, there was only a complete blank in his brain, without any extra thoughts.

But although he didn't read the following story, he clearly knew Jiang Yan's situation and state of mind at that time...

No one would know better than him.

Song Zhiyan had been paying close attention to Zhang Jinxiao's emotions from the very beginning, but he couldn't describe Zhang Jinxiao's expression at the moment. He could only continue to stand aside stiffly. Xiao let it go for a while, it is better not to disturb him, so as not to deepen the discomfort in his heart.

But Zhang Jinxiao is always stronger than he imagined, much tougher.Long before Song Zhiyan struggled and forced himself to make a choice, he had already withdrawn himself from all thoughts.

The neatly manicured nails lightly scratched across the script, and Zhang Jinxiao's gaze also moved down slowly, continuing to read the script word by word.

So finally, in addition to Jiang Yan's pain and despair, hardship and hardship at that time, he finally saw the beginning of the turning point of all the stories.

Shen Qianxi's question to Shen Qianxi from the existence that transcends the whole world but knows no good and evil—are you willing to accept a cruel trial?If you succeed, your spirit will return; if you fail, your body will die completely.

As for Shen Qianxi's choice, everyone knew about it.

The following story is divided into two branches, one is Jiang Yan's difficult life in this world; the other is Shen Qianxi's struggle to survive in that magical but absurd desperate situation.

For Jiang Yan's narration, Zhang Jinxiao almost glanced at it; but for Shen Qianxi's, he read the fragments of struggling to survive among ghosts and ghosts, and lingering in the hearts of the people... …

His eyes are very complicated, as if there are mixed flavors of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and everything, but when he wants to explore it carefully, it seems that there is nothing...

It was this short script, but Zhang Jinxiao spent nearly a whole night turning over it, and Song Zhiyan didn't say a word, didn't make a sound, just stood quietly by the side, silently waiting for the final trial.

The air in the room seemed to be almost frozen, and finally, the "rustle" sound of the last page was slowly turned over to break the silence, followed by his slightly hoarse voice.

—— "I'll take this script."