Eat this toad [Entertainment]

The next day Su Jinjiang woke up a little earlier than usual to tidy up the things in the room.

On the large and small cardboard boxes, the contents and codes are written with marker pens.For example, [Clothes-A-01] refers to the most frequently worn clothes of the season, which are placed in the outermost grid of the wardrobe.

Su Jinjiang was in a good mood. While tidying up, he muttered like a psycho: "Ah! love, letus betruetoonanother!"

This is how he practiced oral English and memorized texts in the dormitory in college. Anyway, everyone is the same, and no one has to guess what other patients are.

By the time I was about to eat at noon, the house roughly looked habitable.There was still a box with an old seal left. Su Jinjiang didn't open it, and put it in a corner where it didn't get in the way.

This box was brought out when he left home, and he kept it by his side after moving several times, but he never opened it.It's not because the things inside are so mysterious and expensive, but because they don't need it and they don't want to throw it away.

After mopping the floor, Su Jinjiang thumped his back and planned to order a takeaway.At this moment, the phone suddenly rang.Looking at the screen, Su Jinjiang froze for a moment.

"aaa111" is the name he gave his father in the phone address book.This number is therefore always listed first on the contact interface, but only there.He almost never dialed the number or received a call from the other party.

Su Jinjiang hesitated for a second before pressing answer.

"Hey?"

He didn't dare to call him "Dad" directly.He wouldn't be in the least surprised if a stranger answered the phone.He even wondered if his father's cell phone was lost and someone picked it up, so he would call him.

"Hello." It was indeed my father's voice, low and tense.

Su Jinjiang's scalp went numb, and a layer of millet suddenly appeared on his arm.In the past, every time before his father lost his temper, it was this tone, he was too familiar with it.

"What do you mean by acting in such a TV series?" Father's tone suppressed his anger.

Su Jinjiang was dumbfounded.What my father said should be "Black Butterfly".My father couldn't figure out the difference between web dramas and TV dramas, and they were all called TV dramas.

"Disgraceful!" Father's voice suddenly increased, "We want someone to poke our spines?! You are not afraid of being ugly, I am!"

"No, Dad, what's wrong with the TV series?" Su Jinjiang bit the bullet and defended, "We didn't provoke anyone, why did others want to poke us in the back?"

In fact, he basically guessed the reason for his father's anger.The family structure of the Chu family in the play is the same as that of the Su family in reality. They are all father, eldest son, stepmother and second son, but there is no adopted son.

This kind of family structure is nothing new in literary works, but for those who are familiar with the Su family, it inevitably has some insinuations.

In the play, the Chu family has a scandal that has been covered up for many years, and the way Chu's father abandoned his ex-wife is also disgraceful.Ordinary audiences know that these are just the settings and plots needed for the plot.However, in the eyes of some good people, it is not necessarily so.

On the other end of the phone, my father was silent for a while.Su Jinjiang didn't even dare to breathe out, and there was a moment of dead silence in the receiver.

When he spoke again, his father's tone changed from anger to deliberately cold, "I don't want to say anything more to you. Your Aunt Yulan and Jinxi have been badly affected by this matter. You must give them a Say it. Did you hear that?"

There was a heavy knocking sound from the receiver.Su Jinjiang knew what his father looked like without seeing it with his own eyes.

Ever since he was a child, whenever there was a dispute between him and his younger brother Su Jinxi, his father would never ask what happened. He would only ask Su Jinjiang to stand in front of him, frowning, and slamming his fingers on the table: "You have to give it to you." My brother apologizes. Do you hear me?"

You must, you must, you must.

Did you hear me?

Did you hear me?

Did you hear me?

Su Jinjiang had an unknown fire rushing straight into his head.

"Okay." Su Jinjiang pulled his tone straight and hard, "Let them publicly announce to the media that those things in my play are about them. As long as they dare to say that, I will compensate them for their spiritual loss."

"Su Jinjiang!" his father yelled angrily, "Do you still have any humanity? The family has put up with you for so many years, what else do you want?"

Faced with this inexplicable accusation, Su Jinjiang couldn't say a word, pressed the screen three or four times to hang up the phone, and added his father's number to the blacklist.

There was one thing that he couldn't figure out after all these years.Why did my father not hesitate to use the strongest words to accuse him once he got angry.Many shortcomings are children's faults if they are placed on the younger brother Su Jinxi. When it comes to Su Jinjiang, it will either be the annihilation of morality or the loss of humanity.

All the good mood was swept away, Su Jinjiang didn't have the appetite to eat, and didn't want to clean up the house anymore, so he drove directly to the set.

Arrived a bit early, there were not many people on the set, Qiming and a screenwriter cat were eating boxed lunch on a small bench.

"Have you eaten yet?" Qiming puffed his cheeks stuffed with rice, and lit a stack of fast food boxes with chopsticks, "There are still more here."

Su Jinjiang shook his head and walked over to the cat beside him.

Seeing him staring at his lunch box bitterly, Qiming felt a little hairy, "This chicken leg was originally mine, and it was in every lunch box. If you didn't steal it from them, ask them if you don't believe me." Qiming likes to snatch meat from other people's lunch boxes. Eat, already notorious.

"Do you dare to pursue a little bit?" Su Jinjiang expressed contempt with his eyes.

"People who don't have the burden of idols dare not pursue it." Qiming burped, and wiped his oily hand on the front of his T-shirt to see if it wasn't very clean. Open the script used as a cushion. "Add a word here, Chu Chen's, as long as you know it."

Su Jinjiang leaned over and took a look. Originally, Chu Chen's line here was only one line "I don't need you to pity me", but now there is an extra line of crooked words: "For you, am I me, or is it what you imagined? That Chu Chen?"

"Your handwriting is getting uglier." Su Jinjiang praised, "Does Wei Tan know that you added this sentence?"

"It was he who asked me to add it. He sent me a message this morning, saying he wanted to change it like this." Qiming said, "I think it's good. Before this place always felt like something was missing, it's much smoother after adding this sentence. .”

Su Jinjiang said "Oh", "Wei Tan is here?" He asked, but his mind slipped to other things in an instant.

"Not yet, it's probably coming soon." Qiming looked at his watch, "He's more accurate than the standard time."

"I have a question about revising the script." Su Jinjiang asked the screenwriter, "It's not limited to changing the script, it's just... how should I put it, let's just write a story. Suppose you write a story and are not satisfied. I started to change the plot, so is this revised version still the same story as the previous one?"

The screenwriter was stunned for a moment, wondering if he was choking on the food, and took a big gulp of Sprite before saying, "Why do you suddenly remember to ask this?"

"It's nothing, just curiosity." Su Jinjiang said, "I don't know how to write stories, so I'm very curious about how stories are written."

"Your question is like the ship of Theseus." The screenwriter smacked his lips, "The characters are the same, the previous plot is the same, so it's the same story. Don't think too much about this kind of thing. If you think too much, you will get a headache. .”

"Then let me ask another question." Su Jinjiang said, "For example, if I want to write such a rebirth article now, the protagonist falls to his death as soon as he appears on the stage, and his soul wears on himself a few years ago, reliving a whole life. Back. Then the protagonist finds out that because he did something different from before he was reborn, the people and things around him have also changed. Then, is it possible for the protagonist to predict what will happen in the future?"

"That's it." The screenwriter thought for a while, "From the perspective of writing a story, I think it is still possible. However, the protagonist needs to understand the context of everything around him, as well as the characters of everyone around him." Drive', that is, the internal logic of everyone doing things. There is a reason for everyone to do everything. This reason should not only be understood in the present, but also traced back to the previous cause. Hey, my words are a bit messy. , that’s what it means.”

"I probably understand." Su Jinjiang said, "Does it mean that as long as a person's 'drive method' remains unchanged, similar things will be done again and again?"

"That's about it," said the screenwriter. "You see, when we write a script, we divide it into many scenes. These scenes can be modified and replaced, but there is one principle: in all scenes, each Characters follow the same internal logic. To put it bluntly, this is the same as our real life. If you understand the mental model of some people, you can predict their actions and predict the direction of some things in the future.—— Of course, this is purely from the point of view of writing a story, and the factors in reality are much more complicated. Sometimes, you may not be able to explain why you do what you do."

Just as he was talking, the sound of a car's engine came from outside.Qiming looked at his watch again, very complacently, "How about it, did I say so? Wei Tan is more accurate than the standard time."