The film king won't get up until I kiss him [Rebirth]

Cai Jin poked him strangely from behind: "What's wrong, Ning Jie?"

Fang Ningjie took a deep breath, turned his head and showed a forced smile: "It's okay, you can do your work, I'll clean up first."

"Alright," Cai Jin yawned, pointed to the computer on the coffee table in a pile of snack packages, and said, "Then I'll go to work first."

As he said that, he curled up and retreated into the dilapidated sofa, playing with the computer with a thousand or two thousand in his arms.

What a hard day!

Just be poor!Still fucking sloppy, stuffy, can't get better.

Tucao return to Tucao, Fang Ningjie, a small housework expert (internship), wandered around looking for brooms and mops, planning to clean the whole house.

He was at Wu Xingyan's house, and Wu Nanshen, who earned 80 yuan in one episode, cooked without saying a word. He didn't do anything except wash the dishes. Now it's all right. Come to this bird place to do housekeeping.

It's better to hide in Wu Xingyan's house and wait for death.

He was sweating profusely, and after washing and scrubbing for more than three hours, he managed to tidy up the house.

"Why are you so diligent today?" Cai Jin kept gnawing on an apple in one hand, looking at him with strange eyes.

Fang Ningjie only felt a layer of cold sweat on his back from his two gazes, and he pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Really? It's impossible to leave it alone for a month, right?"

Who likes a dump?Who wants to live?

Oh, sorry for the flies, I missed you.

Cai Jin thought about it too, so he turned his attention to his work again.

Fang Ningjie exhaled lightly.

After successfully escaping, he hid in the toilet and checked the original owner's mobile phone. Sure enough, as Cai Jin said, there was a missed call.

He looked at the gray concrete floor without tiles and felt a headache.

The biggest problem at the moment is that he seems to be a vagrant who can't even satisfy his own food and clothing.

But this is also good, that is, it can avoid contact with old colleagues.

The more intersecting with the original owner's social circle, the more lies will be exposed.

At this moment, the phone rang, and he looked down, it was a text message.

big benefactor

Come to me at seven o'clock in the evening.

Fang Ningjie: "...?"

What are you doing at your house? 3=1 play mahjong...

He tentatively texted back.

to big benefactor

No, I have something to do tonight.

He sat on the toilet staring and waited for a long time without waiting for a text message. Then he suddenly realized that his big benefactor had manually blocked all words of rejection.

"Tsk." Fang Ningjie frowned with a word "Sichuan".

After changing the name of the big benefactor to Wu Xingyan, he casually put the phone in his pocket.

When Cai Jin came out of the bathroom, he was still clicking on the keyboard. Fang Ningjie saw that he didn't pay much attention to him, and pretended to walk into his room unintentionally.

He closed the door gently, and with a rattling sound, it was locked.

Fang Ningjie quickly turned on the light, illuminating the dim room, and then tiptoely began to rummage through the boxes.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and he didn't have time to wipe them off.

ID cards, passports, household registration books, medical records...

These are important evidence to quickly understand a person's basic information, especially the medical record card. He has always been curious, how did Fang Ningjie, the original owner, die while sitting on a chair in good health?Or did he die before he sat on the chair?

If it's the latter, then the prime suspect is...

Fang Ningjie couldn't help shivering.

Fang Ningjie knew that he couldn't doubt people casually, but he couldn't be too cautious about being involved in a life he had so hard to get.

He quickly found what he was looking for in the cabinet, and there were several passports.

According to the household registration book, it is a normal standard family with three people. The home address is a city near the sea, which is quite far from the imperial capital.Fang Ningjie put it away after reading it, and then opened the medical record card.

The medical record card showed that the last time he saw a doctor was last month, he had a bad cold, and the rest were basically minor illnesses such as headaches and colds. He looked through it from beginning to end, but he didn't see any history of allergies or heart disease, etc. sudden illness.

Fang Ningjie put the medical record card back in place solemnly, a little at a loss.

Maybe, he can ask his family for help...

He stood up and was about to open the door when his eyes fell on the computer in the corner.

The computer is also an old brand, Tsinghua Tongfang, the brick machine in the notebook, if you take it out, if you encounter robbers, you can directly smash it.

It was still a bit difficult to lift it with one hand, Fang Ningjie patted a little dust on it, and put it on the table.

After turning on the computer, the computer started to rattle, and the fan of the host computer started to whirr. It took a long time for the screen to load before I saw the old-fashioned blue initial desktop, and the 360 ​​in the lower right corner slowly floated out.

It took 1 minute and 27 seconds to boot up this time, beating 15% of the people in the country, please keep working hard.

The xp system is like a dog, the computer configuration is like a dog, the internet speed is like a dog...

Heart congestion.

Fang Ningjie silently went to the settings office to connect the broadband, and then opened my document.

There are densely packed 1 g scripts, some are downloaded from the forum, some are scripts of classic movies, and there is a folder named: my original scripts.

He picked a script at random and clicked in.

(The following is the content of the script)

Qi Li: (heartbreaking) No!do not leave Me! (clutches stomach) Don't give up on me!Our children! (tears and snot flowing together)

Liu Wei: (ruthlessly) Shut up, bitch.Here's a sum of money, let's go. (callously throwing money in the air)

[Camera zooms in, Qi Li is lying on the ground crying bitterly, tearing up banknotes and ruthless Liu Wei at the same time. ]

(The above is the basic content)

enough.

Please go a little farther away.

Fang Ningjie ruthlessly closed the document, and ruthlessly dragged it to the garbage bin.

This kind of skill... It is not surprising for him to live in this kind of rental house now.

In addition to the script, there is also a txt and a form in the document. The txt contains dozens of accounts and passwords of various websites and forums; as for the form, it is the monthly expenses and so on.

Fang Ningjie glanced at the form, and found that the original owner was really poor, and would only find low-level producers, otherwise he would be a shooter, and he would not be able to buy a bag of spicy sticks with a thousand words.

Deserves to be hungry.

goo goo goo...

All right.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao.

Fang Ningjie pushed the computer, opened the door, poked his head out and said to Cai Jin who was nestled on the sofa, "Is there anything else to eat?"

"My mother, are you hungry now?" Cai Jin clicked his tongue twice, then shook his head again, "I can't believe it, you've become civilized, you seem like a different person when you go out. "

"Fart your mother," Fang Ningjie scolded in fear, "Is there anything to eat?"

Cai Jin beamed: "That's right! This is my brother. There are still leftovers in the refrigerator. You can warm them up yourself."

Fang Ningjie exhaled lightly, and went to the refrigerator to look for food.

"Hey, I didn't say that, that time you ran out suddenly, why did you go there?" Cai Jin stretched his muscles, and Fang Ningjie could hear the bones cracking.

Fang Ningjie said calmly, "I went to find the benefactor."

"You can blow it hard." Cai Jin stretched his waist and lay on the sofa with exposed springs, and asked, "Did you hang on the golden turtle?"

"No," Fang Ningjie spread his hands, "People don't like my script."

This is the truth. With the writing level of the original owner, it is impossible to become popular after 100 years.

"It's okay, brother supports you!" Cai Jin showed a trace of sympathy in his eyes, encouraging him, "Don't be sad, there will always be a funder who will take a fancy to your script. If it's really not good, it's okay to take a fancy to you hahaha."

"Fuck you!"

Fang Ningjie was poked at the center, grinning his teeth and making a slap gesture.

Cai Jin was still there with a heartless smile: "It's okay, don't be afraid, brother is calm now, and now brother is selling chrysanthemums for glory in order to cater to female readers."

"Damn chicken, what's the future? Cucumber wears gold armor in all battles, and if it doesn't break the chrysanthemum's momentum, it won't return it?" Fang Ningjie brought out the leftovers that were warmed up, took a pair of chopsticks, smashed it, and started to grill the rice.

"Fucking shit," Cai Jin stretched out his hand, tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tsk-tucked, "Foul God."

"...Don't mention the word filth (Wu) to me."

Be reasonable, hurt feelings.

Fang Ningjie seldom talked to him about this matter before, so Cai Jin kept holding back, but today is good, he can finally vomit quickly.

"How much competition is there now?" Cai Jin looked resentful, "There are thousands of books published on the website every day, and it is difficult to sign a contract. That little full attendance is not enough for the two of us to eat for a month."

Saying that, he sighed.

"Then you just gnaw on this piece of meat? Why don't you go out and change jobs?" Fang Ningjie suddenly felt a little sad.

Cai Jin shut down the computer with a slap, and there was a bit of melancholy in his voice: "How can college students find a job when they go out? After I went to college, I focused on writing novels. I thought I could become a god with a book and earn a monthly income within a few years." There are tens of thousands, and there are brother fan clubs everywhere, and things are going well now, neither side has any benefit."

Fang Ningjie sat over with the bowl in his hand, and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, when I become a well-known screenwriter, I'll get you some investment and turn your novels into games, TV dramas, and so on." You are so red."

Cai Jin grinned, and hugged him vigorously: "Hahaha, good brother! Gou Fugui, don't forget each other. When the time comes, I will let you adapt my novel and let you earn enough money."

The two huddled together on a sofa less than two meters away, depicting a bright future.