Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

Zhu Yilong didn't eat chili for nearly two months, and suddenly ate hot pot, coughing and choking. Song Nuan had already dried the water and waited, "Eat slowly. I won't grab it."

Zhu Yilong felt a dull pain in his chest, "I won't eat, cough cough."

Song Nuan graciously helped Zhu Yilong get food, "Eat more, eat more."

Seeing Song Nuan holding the chopsticks, Zhu Yilong smiled maliciously at him, "Are you sure you're not messing with me?"

"Well, yes, on purpose." Song Nuan nodded with a smile.

Zhu Yilong drank a glass of water wildly, and accused Song Nuan, "How did I offend you again, where is your conscience?"

Song Nuan stood up and patted Zhu Yilong's back. She was familiar with this movement, "Don't be angry, coughing helps expel phlegm, and can prevent pneumonia and atelectasis."

"I was wrong, I will cough actively in the future, I won't eat hot pot anymore."

"hey-hey."

After a large wave of visits from relatives and friends, various jobs came to the door again.

Zhu Yilong began to read scripts and contracts frequently again. The most frequent question Song Nuan asked was: "Is our family so poor? We need you to work with your injuries."

Zhu Yilong felt that this sentence was very familiar, "Well, the two of us can't just sit and eat."

Song Nuan was supporting Zhu Yilong to exercise in the recovery room, "Well, raise your arm."

"I can do it myself. Nuan, you don't have to take care of me every day, go and do something you like."

Song Nuan hummed, "My favorite thing is being with you."

"Nuan." Zhu Yilong turned around and faced Song Nuan face to face, "I'm sorry for causing you to lose your job."

Because Song Nuan took care of Zhu Yilong, she didn't deliver the manuscript on time, lost her job, and paid a large amount of liquidated damages, "I'm worrying about staying up all night. If I lose it, I lose it. Anyway, you support me. You have a favorite script. Well, let me warn you, you are not allowed to take too dangerous action scenes in the short term."

Zhu Yilong comforted Song Nuan, "Don't worry, I know."

"I'm conceiving a new script recently, and practice for another 10 minutes. I have something to ask you."

"what can I do for you?"

"Scrutinize the logic." Song Nuan, like Zhu Yilong, has a cleanliness obsession with plot and logic.

The study room at home is very large, with two very high bookshelves. Song Nuan likes to climb to the top floor to find books. Sometimes she sits on the stairs to read, and fell down twice. Usually, Song Nuan and Zhu Yilong like to occupy the bookshelf separately. A corner job.The decoration of the study is very simple, there are wall lamps on the wall, and there are many not-so-pretty oil paintings and traditional Chinese paintings. There are a few brush calligraphy that can still be read, which were written by Song Ruoxi, the rest of the oil paintings are by Zhu Yilong, and the traditional Chinese paintings are by Song Nuan , It’s just two people’s graffiti in their spare time. Anyway, no one will visit them at home. They are afraid of being laughed at, so they hang up in a grandiose way. As time goes by, more and more hang up.

Zhu Yilong was in the study reading the outline of the script that Song Nuan handed over. The story had just taken shape and there were no details. Song Nuan marked several important points with a red pen and put big question marks on them.

Zhu Yilong watched it twice in succession, and asked Song Nuan, "Do you think the turning point here is not good?" Zhu Yilong pointed to the first question mark.

"Well, I have some doubts, you drink some soup first." Song Nuan had two bowls of soup on hand.

Zhu Yilong took a sip, it was chicken soup, but it tasted bitter and had a slight fragrance, "What is this?" He didn't see any health care medicine like wolfberry.

Song Nuan was also reading the script, and she frowned, "Chicken soup, I put some astragalus, tangerine peel, and Ophiopogon japonicus. The weather in Beijing is dry, so it nourishes the lungs, nourishes qi and soothes the liver. Isn't it good?" The taste of traditional Chinese medicine It's always a bit weird, so she also took a sip, "Hey, it's okay."

Zhu Yilong quickly drank up a bowl of soup, "It's very good, it's like coffee."

Song Nuan smiled, "I cooked a pot, and I will give some to my parents later. I want to ask you, after so many things, will this man still love this woman?"

"Yes." Zhu Yilong was very sure.

Song Nuan sighed, "But she is his aunt. Although she is not related by blood, this is ancient times, right?"

"Yes, have you forgotten Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu?"

"Kill your father and kill your family, I'm a little uncertain."

"Is Tang Yiyi disfigured?" Zhu Yilong asked a very abrupt question.

"No."

"Then it's over, trust me, this man won't give up." Zhu Yilong insisted on his thoughts.

Song Nuan sneered, "I really don't understand men. Interview Mr. Zhu, which is more important, face or figure?"

Zhu Yilong looked at Song Nuan, "I'm an adult, I want everything."

Song Nuan sat across from Zhu Yilong, tapped the pen on the desk with a bang, "Say it again."

"I want both, that's why I want you." Zhu Yilong said solemnly. He was always serious and serious when he was working. defeated.

"I feel that no matter what happens, the hero will never give up on his lover."

"What if this man is terminally ill?" Song Nuan questioned her soul.

Zhu Yilong paused, and he thought seriously for a while, "If it was me before, I would probably give up."

Song Nuan's eyes lit up, she leaned closer and asked, "What about now?"

Zhu Yilong took Song Nuan's hand, "I won't now, I won't let go of your hand." After being ill, especially after wandering through life and death, his mentality has changed a lot. No, he can take good care of Song Nuan and arrange everything, but in fact they have always supported each other. When he took care of Song Nuan, Song Nuan was not his reliance.

"I love you." Song Nuan never hesitated to express her emotions, "Then next question." She clicked on the second question mark, "Bai Cong, this big boss behind the scenes will give up his own love for the sake of his former love." Power and hatred?"

"will not."

"Why? He loves this woman deeply."

Zhu Yilong reorganized the story line, "Look, if he really loved her, he wouldn't have killed her father back then. Moreover, he is obviously a careerist, otherwise he wouldn't have joined the court. The most important thing is. "He paused, looked up at Song Nuan.

Song Nuan asked: "What is it?"

"She's married."

Song Nuan was speechless, Zhu Yilong is really a straight man of steel.

Zhu Yilong read the outline again, "It's okay to follow this story line, what you wrote is basically the same as what I said, why hesitate?"

Song Nuan bit her pen, "Because, the story won't be good enough."

Zhu Yilong snatched the pen from Song Nuan's mouth, "Isn't it pretty? It's not bloody enough."

"Hey, you understand me. I don't want to write about ancient costume idol dramas." Song Nuan snatched back the pen, "I don't want to write about cliffs, amnesia, treasure hunting, and being crazy about love."

"Writing martial arts is not easy. Mr. Jin Yong has almost included martial arts. All the scenes, characters and emotional forms you can think of can be found in his novels." Zhu Yilong, like Song Nuan, was once obsessed with martial arts.

Song Nuan didn't know that writing martial arts has long been a thankless task, "That's why I wrote the Yuan Dynasty, and it was a heroine, but I also have a modern script in my hand."

"Let's listen to it." Zhu Yilong usually likes to discuss characters with Song Nuan.

Song Nuan went to the bookshelf and took out a notebook, which contained the basic outline and characters, "A very ordinary little person."

Zhu Yilong read it carefully several times, and then laughed.

"It's quite boring." Song Nuan was also discouraged, "There was no counterattack, no junior high position, no misunderstanding, no dramatic conflict. It was as plain as water from the beginning to the end."

Zhu Yilong said bluntly: "Yes, it's very lifelike, not dramatic enough."

Song Nuan believed in Zhu Yilong's vision. He came from a major, has been immersed in the stage for many years, and has read countless scripts. "Then what should I do? I especially don't like misunderstandings and excessive coincidences."

Zhu Yilong nodded, "I agree. Characters have their own vitality, they can serve the story, but they can't completely succumb to the plot, especially important characters, they can't ignore their own logic just for the sake of a good movie, right, we are all normal people, In the drama, we can’t all become lunatics.”

"You agree, but the director doesn't like it, and the market doesn't like it either. I think I've entered a bottleneck period, Mr. Zhu, have you seen any good scripts recently?" Song Nuan has been a little nervous in recent months, working It seems a little powerless.

"There's no such good script, it's better than yours."

"Hmph, I'm not proud of your compliment."

"Nuan, I've been idle at home recently, and I have an idea."

"You said."

Zhu Yilong tentatively asked, "Do you have any plans to write scripts about actors?"

Song Nuan frowned, "There are many in this market, various star-making projects, and classics like "The King of Comedy". But tell me what you think."

Zhu Yilong briefly talked about the outline of the story and the plot that he had thought of recently. He wrote about Song Nuan while he was talking. He talked straight for more than ten minutes with great interest. I don't like to use computers, but I like to use pen and paper to outline the plot.

"How? Isn't it a little childish."

Song Nuan smiled, "Mr. Zhu, you graduated from Beijing Film Academy anyway. I think you were also a talented student who saved sketches and wrote scripts back then. Why are you so unconfident in yourself?"

"In front of Song Da's screenwriter, I dare not be arrogant." Zhu Yilong was very humble.

"Come on, I'm a half-way monk. Some small places are quite interesting." Song Nuan tried to figure out the characters.

"Then can you write?" Zhu Yilong showed an expectant look.

"Write." Song Nuan turned the pen in her hand, she knew Zhu Yilong's desire, "I must write. You write."

"Why did I write it?" Zhu Yilong didn't dare to write.

"You know the circle and the industry, so it's best for you to write. I'm afraid it won't work well."

"There is a specialization in art, so I'm sure I can't write well." Zhu Yilong never hesitates professionally, but he doesn't force things that he is not good at.

"Let me think about it." Song Nuan was a little hesitant. In fact, Li Nan recently helped Song Nuan make an appointment for a good drama. She was considering whether to accept it, but she only hesitated for two seconds, "You provide the material, and I will write it."

"Okay, okay." Seeing that Song Nuan agreed, Zhu Yilong laughed immediately.

Song Nuan decided to call Li Nan at night. She wanted to concentrate on helping Zhu Yilong fulfill his wish. What's more, being able to spy on Zhu Yilong's inner world for more than ten years is too tempting. What's the end?"

Zhu Yilong thought for a while, "He is an ordinary actor, he has always been."