Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

"Chongzhen Chronicle" is not the kind of long-form costume series that Song Chen remembered, but more like the American drama he is familiar with. There are only six episodes, so he finished watching it in one night.

He said, how come the production is so excellent, not to mention the texture of the movie, the plot is even more compact.It turned out to be short.

If domestic TV dramas had this feature, they wouldn't be so ugly.

After watching it, I really feel unsatisfied, immersed in it, and can't get back to my senses for a long time.When he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, he brushed his teeth while reminiscing about the plot, reminiscing about the tragic scene, and couldn't help crying again.

When I was crying, I looked up in the mirror while brushing my teeth, and sighed again: It looks so good when I cry! !

Zhao Jindong was leaning against the door of the bathroom, his pajama pants had no pockets, and his hands had no place to rest. He was hugging his chest, looking helpless and indifferent.

Song Chen turned his head to look at him, saw that he was so calm and composed, as if he was "appreciating" his crying face, so he gave him a gloomy look, and continued to brush while crying with foam in his mouth.

There are no such emotional people in the Zhao family.

In other words, at Zhao Jindong's age, he has never seen such a sensitive person, men and women, and all he meets are strong.

He likes to watch Song Chen cry, and he thinks his mentality is normal, not abnormal at all.

Crying because of watching TV, or crying because of being bullied in bed, and crying because of the pain of reality, in his opinion, are completely different.Of course he doesn't want to see the latter cry, he likes to see people suffer, that's the real perversion.He is just a little private secret hobby, tears wet his cheeks, for him there is an inexplicable sexual tension, which makes him excited.

Song Chen may have eaten a little anxiously just now, and cried a lot. After brushing his teeth, he started to hiccup again. He drank water for a long time, but it didn't work. He lay on the bed doing exercises, and stared at Zhao Jindong from time to time.

Zhao Jindong couldn't figure out whether Song Chen was simply exercising or teasing him.

Because the smooth pajamas are close to the body, the male curves are undoubtedly revealed. Song Chen is thin and tall, but his buttocks are very raised and fleshy. When he stretches, his waist will be exposed.

Zhao Jindong said: "It's so late, go to sleep."

Song Chen hiccupped again and said, "Why am I sleeping like this?"

He tried exercising, drinking water, and holding his breath, but nothing worked.

"In fact, it may be because your attention has been on the top," Zhao Jindong said: "Why don't you try to divert your attention."

Song Chen was also tired, so he lay down on the bed.Zhao Jindong leaned over and said, "Shall I transfer it for you?"

Seeing that he was about to reach out his hand, Song Chen knew what he wanted to do, and immediately stretched out his hand to push his arm away: "Don't even think about what you are doing."

Zhao Jindong said: "This cure for hiccups is definitely useful."

"I can't even feel love." Song Chen said with a sullen face.

Zhao Jindong said, "Why can't you feel it?"

"If you don't feel it, you can't feel it. If you don't feel it in your behavior, you are also very stingy in your language." Song Chen said and sat up: "Why don't you tell me I love you."

Zhao Jindong said, "Why can't I feel it in my behavior?"

Song Chen lifted up his pajamas: "This is called love? Love is restraint, have you restrained?"

As a result, Zhao Jindong leaned over, took a serious look at his chest, and said, "It looks like it's not swollen last time, and I'm used to it."

Get used to... get used to you bastard!

Who knew that Zhao Jindong suddenly fell over and kissed him.

Song Chen immediately petrified, then pushed Zhao Jindong down, and quickly moved to the other side: "You are looking for death!"

Zhao Jindong lay on the bed laughing.

This is really rare to see Zhao Jindong, with the pyrotechnics of a family man, he is warm.This is the best way. After all, Zhao Jindong is only in his 20s, so he should look like a young man.

Song Chen felt that from the time he was injured to the present, he and Zhao Jindong had made a qualitative leap.He is really quite satisfied with his current life, and feels that life is perfect without any regrets.Probably because he was too perfect, he felt a little guilty. When he woke up from sleep, he saw Zhao Jindong next to him and felt the warmth of his body, and he felt overwhelmed with happiness.He almost forgot that he was writing a divorce paper.

Song Chen didn't go out for a few days, and watched all of Zheng Yong's film and television works, and Meng Shi even came over to see him.

When I saw him, I walked around him a few times: "Take two steps and show me."

"are you crazy."

Meng Shi smiled and said, "I thought you were stabbed and couldn't walk, so you made excuses not to go out. Are you really doing your homework at home?"

Song Chen recommended Zheng Yong's works to him, but Meng Shi was as uninterested as Zhao Jindong.

"Masters who like to watch this, I haven't watched a domestic drama for many years." Meng Shi said: "When I was in college, I occasionally watched an American drama, but now I rarely even watch American dramas, and go with girls every now and then. Watch a movie, life is so busy, how can I have time to watch these."

"Then have you watched the movie "Tracking"? It was so popular at the box office back then, and it ranked third in the year."

"I saw it, it's okay. A crime movie." Meng Shi said.

He flipped through a few books on the table: "Are these written by Zheng Yong?"

"He used to be a writer, but later he became a screenwriter. His writing style is really good, with a touch of the Republic of China style." Song Chen said.

He especially loves a few writers from the Republic of China, who are extravagant and use unique words. Many words belong to the writers of that period, and you will know that only the writers of that period could write them, and modern people can't use them.

Meng Shi said: "It's not bad. In the circle, it can only be regarded as not bad."

Meng Shi came from a family of filmmakers. His father, Meng Ping, was one of the top directors in the country. The filmmakers he had been in contact with since childhood were all the best in the country. Those who won awards and were soft-handed, Zheng Yong could only be regarded as middle class to him. level up.

"You learn from Zheng Yong first, and after you get started, my buddies will show you to Uncle Huang and the others. That's the great screenwriter."

Song Chen knew about Meng Ping's contacts in the film industry. Although he didn't know who Uncle Huang was, but Meng Shi's tone was definitely stronger than that of Zheng Yong, so he asked, "Can you introduce me? Are you familiar with me?"

"Uncle Huang watched me grow up. If he had nothing to do, he went to drink tea with my dad. He didn't want to brag with you. I probably know all the great gods in the movie industry. I will hang out with my brother in the future, and I will guarantee you to be a leader for three years. "

Song Chen said: "If you can learn more from these great gods, you will definitely benefit a lot. If you don't learn from them, you can just communicate with them."

"Look at your ambition," Meng Shi said, "If you do what you do, you have to do what you do. If you don't do it, it's fine. If you do it, then you have to show yourself. We two brothers will help each other, and we will be my father in the future." A gold medal partner like Uncle Sun."

"Who is Uncle Sun, the screenwriter?"

Meng Shi looked at him in disbelief: "Sun Sisheng, the most powerful producer in the film and television industry today, my dad cooperates with him in all his films."

Song Chen understood, it was probably a combination similar to "Shuangzhang", a great director and a great producer, a perfect match.

"You're not too ambitious," he said.

"I was chatting with my dad yesterday, saying that I want to do a good job. Isn't your Zhao family going to open a film and television department? The two of us joined forces. I have connections and you have capital. We started at a higher level than others. Can we still succeed? ?”

"You are very well informed."

"Damn it, when a company as big as Xingyun wants to open a film and television company, no one in the industry knows. It will definitely be a one-stop film and television company in the future. Now that Xingyun has built as many movie theaters, you have the right to speak if you have capital. In the future The Zhao family in the entertainment industry must not be underestimated."

Song Chen's ambition was raised by what he said.

Standing on the shoulders of giants, it is easy to be taller than ordinary people.

"Then I will study hard." Song Chen said, "I will try to get some grades."

He is also a man, and he is also ambitious. It has always been his ultimate dream to become a great screenwriter.

After he finished reading all of Zheng Yong's works, it was time for him to meet with Zheng Yong.

He was very excited early in the morning, and got up at six o'clock, holding the mobile phone to recite the classic lines written by Zheng Yong, just like preparing for an exam.

Zhao Jindong said, "You don't have to do this either."

"If he talks to me about his works, I don't know or I can't talk to him, it would be so embarrassing, I have to let him see my sincerity." Song Chen said.

He was still reciting while having breakfast, Zhao Yungang asked, "Are you going to see Zheng Yong today?"

Song Chen nodded: "The appointment is ten o'clock in the morning."

Zhao Yungang nodded: "Behave well. Be humble, don't let people think that our family is not sensible."

"Zhao Jindong is going with me." After Song Chen finished speaking, seeing Zhao Yungang turned his head and glanced at him, he quickly changed his words and said, "Second brother is going with me."

Zhao Yungang didn't say anything.Mrs. Zhao was very happy and said, "No wonder you both dressed up so energetically today."

Whenever Zhao Jindong went out, he always dressed decently. Song Chen was also dressed very formally today, and it could be seen that he had been well-groomed.

After eating and getting into the car, Zhao Jindong said, "It's been a long time since you called me second brother."

"Don't you like it?"

"No," said Zhao Jindong, "I'm not used to it."

On the contrary, Song Chen was a little used to calling him Zhao Jindong.

This time, Zhao Jindong didn't bring a driver, and he drove the car himself. Song Chen also sat in his co-pilot for a while, and said while wearing his seat belt, "Aren't you more used to calling your husband?"

Zhao Jindong was stunned for a moment, moved his lips, cleared his throat again, and said seriously, "Don't shout outside."

The tone is the same as saying "don't wave" before.

Song Chen felt a little hot and shy, and wanted to tease Zhao Jindong a bit, so he said, "Is calling your husband considered profanity?"

Zhao Jindong's reaction was quite strong, his breath was a little rough, he stretched out his hand and let go of the brake without saying a word.Song Chen was a little surprised that he didn't get the reaction he expected.

The car had already turned the corner, and Zhao Jindong suddenly said, "You're such a rambunctious person, I'm going in that night, why are you holding your hands and crying?"

Song Chen was embarrassed, thinking of what happened last night, it was his turn to stop talking.

"He also said he couldn't feel love," Zhao Jindong said in a fierce tone, "That's not called love."

Song Chen's face was flushed, tears were in his eyes, he moved his hand away, and he covered it again, trembling, Zhao Jindong was a little reluctant to hold back until he exploded.

Love is emotionally presumptuous, but physically restrained, because the human heart cannot be controlled, but the body is okay. This is Zhao Jindong's current view of love.