The full-time male god of rebirth in the entertainment industry

After spending the whole night reading the script, Zhao Hui gave up her armor.

On the way he was reading the script, Zhu Jue left. He didn't realize that Zhu Jue had left until the room was completely dark and he could barely see a word. Fortunately, Zhu Jue kindly stayed His address, he stayed in a small hotel next to the community where he lived. It was so old that even the stairs were soaked with the warmth of annual rings. It was older than many houses in this community. This small hotel has always been quiet and peaceful. When the huge knock on the door rang, almost half of the guests were knocked off the bed.

"This gentleman——" the hotel staff frowned, trying to restrain the sullenness on their faces, but the bearded Zhao Hui was completely deaf, and after a few seconds of silence, he knocked on the door harder: " Zhu Jue! Zhu Jue! Are you awake! Come and open the door!"

"Sir, I'm afraid I have to warn you—" The waiter's physique is not strong, but he is a full head taller than Zhao Hui. Seeing that the Huairou policy can't wake up the madman's reason, the door of the next guest room has already been opened There was a slit, and the heart was bent, so he simply stretched out his hand to hoop Zhao Hui, directly used force, and dragged him out forcefully. Zhao Hui resolutely refused, and grabbed the doorknob of Zhu Jue's room with all his strength. I couldn't reach the door, so I could only raise my voice and shout: "Zhu Jue! I agree! I agree! Come and open the door quickly! I'm going to lose my grip!!"

This scene was so funny that the tenant next to him couldn't help laughing when he saw how eager he was to get to the door.

The service staff began to hesitate whether to free up a hand to cover his mouth.

"You pull the door like this, I can't open it."

At this moment, a helpless voice came from inside the door.

The tug-of-war between the two outside the door was frozen, and Zhao Hui raised her head and looked at the waiter in blank dismay. After a while, she regained some of her usual manners.

He peeled himself off the door, wrenched himself out of the waiter's arms, straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and said as if nothing had happened: "I said, it's my friend inside." .”

As soon as he released his hand from the doorknob, Zhu Jue was finally able to open the door from the inside, but when he met the waiter's face when he opened the door, he wanted to close the door again.

The waiter took a sure look at Zhu Jue before leaving unwillingly. Zhao Hui didn't notice it. He quickly rushed into Zhu Jue's room, slammed the door behind him, and immediately stuffed the folder in his hand. In front of Zhu Jue.

"The first draft I revised, take a look!"

Zhu Jue bowed his head, the thick stack of manuscript paper that was forced into his hand was the same as the one he handed to Zhao Hui the day before, the only difference was that there were more colorful marks and revisions on it, although in Zhao Hui's mouth this It's just a preliminary modification plan, but——

Zhu Jue said affirmatively, "You didn't sleep last night."

Zhao Hui snorted and said hastily: "I'm not sleepy, that's not important, you read it first, and tell me your opinion after reading it."

After finishing speaking, he staggered towards the single sofa placed by the window.

Standing where he was, Zhu Jue looked at his exhausted and excited back, and suddenly felt that there was no need to ask the question he asked at the beginning.

Has Zhao Hui considered joining his unformed team?

Isn't that something already obvious?

This hotel is not a star-rated hotel. Although the room layout is warm, it is not luxurious. Zhao Hui took the only seat, and Zhu Jue did not bother him. This script has been changed.

Zhu is definitely not a professional. His understanding of script writing is limited to the tutoring in the reality show he filmed before. In order to write this script well, he also specially contacted those experts in the industry through Shen Yi to get a lot of money. In class, he is a talented student as always, and he understands by analogy, and without spending a lot of unnecessary effort, he initially grasped the basic structure of the script.Others are not a problem for him. If a good script is a body with flesh and blood and bones, then the skills he needs to learn are just the hand that picks up bones and flesh, and he has His thoughts, his train of thought, his soul, and the eager emotions surging in his heart are the source of life that makes the bones live.

Even if there is only one biographical film about Wu Yan in the world, Zhu Jue's semi-finished product still has a unique perspective.

In his writing, Wu Yan's life is like two intertwined and spiraling upward curves, one light and one dark, happiness and sadness run counter to each other, and there is no possibility of fusion. He is like a duet, with two voices in parallel. They don’t intend to perform a harmonious and grand work together. They compete with each other, desperately trying to overwhelm each other. But it could only collapse suddenly.

After doing a good job of checking and recording the materials in advance, he almost wrote this script in one go. Zhao Hui didn't make any revisions to the second draft that was spread out in front of him. Must be professional, some rough parts Zhu Jue didn't notice, he trimmed them easily, and out of the professional ethics of party fans, he trimmed some lines and plots that did not conform to historical data However, Zhu Jue was most worried about the shaping of Wu Yan himself, he didn't move at all, and accepted it without any objection.

——Fans are really a scary group.

Zhu Jue couldn't help thinking of a corner of the mystery in the fan forum that he had accidentally glimpsed before.

In that hidden section, in this article, he can be transformed into a white-clothed sage who saves the suffering and suffering, and in that article, he can act as a sassy walker who has no guilt about trying to defy his own methods—and then fans will read in the following The reply style is the same.

So handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so good, so good, so good, so good, it makes people wonder if he came here to confuse replies. No one has any objection to his two completely different images. In the hearts of fans, they have the same idol image On the one hand, it is strict to the point of sternness, on the other hand, it is indulgent to the point of indulgence.

Zhu Jue has never been able to understand the fans' style of painting, but now he is quite sober. This mysterious law has also played seamlessly in Zhao Hui.

As a fan of Wu Yan who wrote the dreamy Jack Su, Wu Yan who wrote by Zhu Jue, who slipped all the way to the abyss of mental breakdown, and finally gave up saving himself and self-destructed, was simply blindly accepting——

I wished this result a happy acceptance.He took a pen from the bedside and continued to revise it on the basis of Zhao Hui. As long as the direction is the same and the synchronization rate is good enough, the confrontation between two people is better than one person. Power only belongs to one person.

There is no doubt that Zhao Hui has given up the dominance.

The iron-grey sky outside the window seems to have been poured into a glass of clear blue. The clear and distant blue is dotted with soft smoke-like clouds. The wings of white doves are cut quickly, and a few birds jumped up to the window sill. , Jiujiu yelled at the person in the window.

Zhu Jue took a deep breath and closed the page. He even felt dizzy for a while. He closed his eyes with experience, but he still had the context map of the whole story in his mind, in this context map with clear lines and ambiguous outlines. , The image of Wu Yan belonging to him became more and more vivid, and the broken image that was picked up seemed to summon the same kind that was lost on this planet, and silently supplemented itself.

After enduring the dizziness caused by excessive use of brain power, Zhu Jue said to Zhao Hui who was still leaning on the sofa: "I modified some places, please take a look—"

Soft breathing echoed him.

Half of Zhao Hui's face was shrouded in the morning light, under the closed eyelids were unmistakable dark circles.

He fell asleep.

Zhu Jue couldn't help but laugh.

"Is he still asleep?"

"Yes, so I can't make too much noise." Zhu Jue said with a smile on his face. The window that had been completely exposed had been covered with a thin layer of gauze. The sound of laughter floated over - the hotel he chose was close to the small theater in this community, and the path outside his window was the main entrance of the small theater. This is a shortcut, and many young people will choose to go from here Walk.

"Is he not hungry?" Shen Yi asked hesitantly.

"Should be hungry." Zhu Jue said, after all, Zhao Hui slept all day: "I prepared some food for him, the kitchen is always hot, and I will bring it to him when he wakes up."

"Thank you for your hard work." Shen Yi said from the bottom of his heart, Zhu Jue had already described Zhao Hui's gaffe early in the morning to him, he rarely stayed in such a small hotel with local historical flavor, but those times were not many His experience also told him that as long as he is not looking for those down-and-out and cheap small hotels, this kind of small hotels located in the "noble district" with a long history generally have a high profile. Makes you feel welcome, but if you don't behave the way they want, they'll put on that arrogance that hides their politeness so you don't think they really don't welcome you.

"I thought you would be kicked out." Shen Yi said.

"My face is fine." Zhu Jue said solemnly, "And then I spent some money."

"How long do you plan to live there?" Shen Yi asked.

Zhu Jue estimated, and said: "Zhao Hui has already agreed, and the next step is to find actors. I will set off tomorrow. When I performed in the small theater over there, I saw some good seedlings. Dig a little over—what about in China?”

"I'm looking for people in several schools, but the progress is not very fast. You don't want familiar faces, but you need good acting skills. Those students are relatively young. I hope to find a few who can act in their true colors." Shen Yi didn't know what came to mind, and suddenly laughed: "Someone suggested that I look for it in the group performances. Maybe I can find some unexplored gems that have been missed."

Zhu Jue laughed silently: "Is it like me?"

"I replied to him that you are the first case, and it is also a case. There should be no possibility of repeating it, but you should also need those high-quality group performances, so I also let the wind out. How many times have you worked together? Director Ren is helping you see people, so there should be optimism.”

Listening to Shen Yi whispering his arrangements and progress for these days in a low voice, the silent silhouette in Siji's heart, he felt more and more lucky.

"A Mao." Zhu Jue said.

"Ok?"

"Did I ever tell you that I liked you?"

Zhu Jue's voice was low and soft, like a thin warm current gliding through the receiver, with a little electric spark, and penetrated into Shen Yi's heart.

Shen Yi's face froze, subconsciously he burrowed into the quilt, buried his hot face in the soft quilt, and breathed out.

He didn't even recognize his own voice.

"No……"

"Then I'll tell you, I like you super super super super, the world's number one, Amao, I like you the most—"