restless daily life

What a beautiful black cat!Yukinoshita Yukino involuntarily looked carefully, without a trace of variegated black hair, clear green eyes, sudden and quick jumping from the tree, and the natural posture of squatting down and meowing after landing lightly, There is a sense of elegance and arrogance unique to cats everywhere.

Yukinoshita Yukino felt that she couldn't control her right hand.

Want to fuck.

Angelina greeted politely: "Hi, Miss Christine."

Mai Sakurajima and Yukinoshita Yukino looked sideways... What does it mean to have such a respectful tone?

"Meow~" Christine called out, shaking her tail left and right.

"Hmm——" Angelina turned her head and asked, "What does Miss Christine mean by that name?"

Mai Sakurajima: "?"

Anxinyuan, are you not sober?

"Maybe you're hungry?"

While Yukinoshita Yukino speculated, he suddenly felt that the black cat showed a (￣ー￣) subtle expression towards him.

"A-aa-A!!!"

All of a sudden, there was an extremely strong impact, and an extremely chaotic and disorderly sound rang out in the forest. It was a cyclist on the highway in the middle of the night, it was the cat's claws scratching the iron door, it was a quarrel between neighbors...

The puppet makes a sound that obviously cannot be called a song.

The harmonious grove fell apart in an instant, screaming in the chaos, and even created a heavy metal band playing. Suddenly, resentment broke out. Come out with a bloody melody.

When the three came back to their senses, they had already arrived outside the grove.

"Uh... so it means to tell us not to go there?" Angelina touched her forehead with lingering fear, and looked at the black cat on her shoulder, "Thank you, Miss Christine. The puppet boss probably can't get along with him for the time being." People communicate."

"The members of this troupe really match the white fungus very well." Yukinoshita Yukino commented, calmly and slowly reaching out to the black cat.

Touch it, just touch it...

A cat's paw was raised and pressed against the palm.

"Meow~"

Yukino was stunned under the snow.

The black cat glanced at Yukinoshita Yukino, then slid from Angelina's shoulder into Angelina's arms, squirmed gracefully and comfortably, then turned its head to give Yukinoshita Yukino a three-point contempt, three-point Compassionate, proud eyes.

Angelina and Mai Sakurajima subconsciously followed the gaze of the black cat and focused on Yukinoshita Yukino's chest.

Yukino Yukino: "?"

"Since it looks very busy here, I won't bother you any more, and I'll go first."

Yukinoshita Yukino controlled the movement of wanting to put her hands on her chest, turned around and left quickly.

Angelina: "..."

Mai Sakurajima: "..."

Christine: "Meow~"

Yukinoshita Yukino disappeared faster!

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I'm stuck.

I am already a fish on the shore, opening and closing my lips, counting the countdown of life.

ah--!inspiration!Why are you avoiding me? !

pain!It hurts so much!

keyboard!Why just watch?Have you betrayed too? !

The white in front of me is not white, it must be a specially processed cipher paper, as long as water is splashed on it, densely packed text will emerge.

Holding the water glass, Bai Ying faced the blank computer screen, pondering whether there was such a possibility.

Alas, I dug a hole for myself, obviously I still have to think about the performance - the mouthpiece and the puppet must be doing their best to strive for perfection, trying to seize the dominance of the performance, I am still here Cavin, not the role I gave myself Design some subtle lines...

One step further is that there is a high probability of being killed by the mouthpiece puppet on the stage, and one step back is that the director will knock on the door and ring the bell.

Why did I take such a job?

Shirokage scratched his dizzy head and recalled, oh... it was to challenge Mai Sakurajima's acting career, and to help Brother Sekiya by the way.

yes!I am not the only creator in hell!

Bai Ying took out his mobile phone and dialed Seki Gujun's phone number.

After the bell rang for a while, the other party connected. First there was a yawn that made Bai Ying feel uncomfortable, and then there was Guan Guchun's vague voice: "Brother Bai? What's the matter with calling me suddenly... Could it be that the script has been canceled? Are you done? It's only been a day!"

"I'm writing, I'm writing."

Bai Ying looked at the empty screen and said, "Brother Guan Gu is sluggish after hearing the voice. Could it be that he was so inspired that he stayed up late writing the script?"

"Ha, don't mention it... Brother Bai changed those few plots yesterday, it was very good. I wanted to help Brother Bai, so I changed it all night, but it didn't taste like what Brother Bai wrote. Eat it for dinner, and sleep until not long ago." Guan Guchun sighed to himself, and praised, "With the help of Brother Bai, this script is absolutely perfect!"

"Of course."

In short, show off your aura first, and Bai Ying immediately asked: "What about the director? When is he going to ask for the script? I have to measure the degree of perfection of the script according to the time."

"As expected of Brother Bai, can you actually achieve the level and completion time of your work? It's amazing!" Guan Guchun was shocked, "I entered the field of writing novels, and I have never completed a creation according to my expectations. .”

"You're welcome, so did the director say anything?"

"The director was also very excited after reading the paragraphs you changed, and said that the crew delayed five days to sublimate the script, which is very cost-effective." Guan Guchun said, "Speaking of which, the director also said that if you find it difficult, you can use his exclusive I will lend you the little black house."

Bai Ying was alert: "What do you mean?"

Guan Gujun said: "It's interesting in the industry. Director Masaaki Okita's previous works were all written and directed by himself. It is said that when he found that he couldn't write the script, or when he was not satisfied with the script, he would let other people imprison him in Xiaohei. house, and issued the order 'Before the script is finished, you are right to prevent me from leaving the little black room, I will never give you the order to wear little shoes', and declared that 'every creator should have his own little black Room'."

I'm stupid!Unexpectedly, he is still a fellow who walks the magic way!

Shirokage felt a crisis.

Chapter 130 A Hungry Devil?

"How many people have the director fired in the name of entering the crew with his left foot?"

"Ah? Oh, my brother asked him if he fired others? Of course he didn't. Director Masaaki Okita really kept his word. Although he made one movie after another, he was very popular in the industry. When he was filming, he was a member of the crew. It is also a long-term cooperation relationship, and some people joked that if they change careers one day, they will have a hundred ways to remind them through training, and it will be easy to be an editor, hahahaha."

"Really? That's really an interesting crew, hahahahaha."

"I'll hand over the script to my brother to polish it. I can't keep up with your footsteps. Please let me experience the beauty of my work being recreated!"

"Don't worry, wrap it on me!"

The younger brother on the phone is unrestrained, high-spirited and capable of decathlon.

The white shadow in reality, frowning and contemplating, counting dead lines, exhausted.

First of all, rule out the possibility that the five days mentioned by the director did not include the possibility of the day when the errand was assigned, after all, he was a fellow who walked the magic way.

So today is the second day of the appointment...

A young creator, even if he can't write anything at this time, will confidently say that there are still three and a half days.An older creator knows his death is near when his screen and mind go blank.

hateful!Where have all my inspirations gone?Could it be that I have become like a scumbag, after all, I have stepped into the desperate situation of a creator and started to suffer from senile dementia? !

No, I am a reborn person who has transcended life and death, how can I fall into the karma of creation? !

Spit it out, my inspiration!

Shiro Shadow calmed down.

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[Evening wind strokes the candle and puts it out, and the dream is lost in the good night.Leisurely and leisurely, He Xiyue is in a trance. 】

Bai Ying showed a serene face, and suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the crescent moon outside the window who did not know when the veil was lifted.

Inspiration?But it's kind of weird...

Forget it, try to write something.

Shirokage continues to serve his sentence.

well?Why does this weird thing appear on the screen?

Shiro Shadow looked puzzled.

Wait, am I writing about Brother Guan Gu's persecuted life?

White Shadow frowned in surprise.

Oops!Did I unknowingly fall into one of the creator's five catastrophes, so that the idea of ​​pigeons is so strong that I unconsciously tap the keyboard and write poems to express my feelings? !

Bai Ying pinched his face with his hand, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Ah, are you really in the hotel room?"

Hayama Hayato poked his head, looked at Shirokage in front of the screen with his hands crossed and propped his chin, and greeted, "Shirakage, it's time for the roll call. Everyone said they didn't see anyone. You've been in the room all day. ?”

"It just took a few hours to create, which is my usual job."

Bai Ying closed the notebook, got up and stretched his waist: "Ha - what a fulfilling time."

"It's good that the work is going well. Let's go, we have arranged a group activity for soaking in hot springs tonight."

"Hot springs……"

Shirokage walked out of the room rubbing his forehead.

Hot Springs... Hot Springs... Gushing... Inspiration... Inspiration...

Alas, if last night Mouthpiece and Puppet hadn't tied themselves up overnight, but had taken care of their situation filially, maybe they could have revised the script of the crew in one go with the power of Yukinoshita Yono's claws .

As a result, the two grandsons slipped off to sleep, leaving themselves to splash and jump, and every jump was a loss of inspiration.

Shirai Shadow rested his chin and pondered, with a solemn expression, where should he go for some inspiration?

Seeing this, Hayama Hayato unconsciously quickened his pace slightly.

Bai Ying quickened his pace, and Tang Ju said: "Ya Shan, may I ask a question in a rude manner?"

Hayama Hayato said alertly: "Tell me what the problem is first."

Bai Ying closed his eyes, gestured with his hands and asked, "Do you sometimes feel lonely?"

"Loneliness?" Hayama Hayato heaved a sigh of relief, it wasn't a heartbreaking question, he thought for a while, then shook his head with a smile, "I've never had that kind of thing..."

"Huh? How is that possible?"

Bai Ying opened his eyes and said in surprise: "For the vast majority of people, other than chasing someone, socializing doesn't have a strong purpose. Often because they are in the same environment, they come into contact naturally due to external factors, and deduce different stories. It can be working in the same place, engaging in the same industry, or attending the same school...Before friendship, external identities such as classmates, colleagues, and peers often play a leading role.”

Hayama Hayato asked strangely: "Is this a normal thing?"

"The encounter between people is like gravity—everyone is drawn by gravity, and they are used to it. If you don't mention it, you won't think of the existence of gravity."

Bai Ying said in a deep voice: "On the whole, people who take the initiative to attack socially and have clear goals are like those who try to grasp gravity. They are very few. Social communication is two-way, but it is one-way .Socialization with goals, those that are naturally attracted to each other, of course, are of different colors, one is a red arrow, and the other is a blue arrow."

"So, the red arrow surrounded by a lot of blue arrows, surrounded by a lot of friends, shouldn't you feel lonely?"

Hayama Hayato said quickly: "Shirai, that kind of thing is different..."

Bai Ying tilted his head and asked: "Different? You should be most aware that you are different from your friends, right? This difference is something they cannot understand because they are drawn by gravity. Being different and incomprehensible will bring about doubts. Unanswered questions lead to loneliness.”

"Hayama, do you feel lonely at certain times?"

Hayato Hayama: "..."

"Very well, it seems that there is indeed."

Bai Ying nodded in understanding, and murmured in ecstasy: "The so-called leader also has different appearances, in the eyes of others, in his own eyes, in the eyes of the collective, in the eyes of individuals... yes, the image should be a weak leader. The leader of the Sacrifice of Consensus... It doesn't matter what kind of person he is, so the collective will push him to the cliff... Ah, like moths to a gentle street lamp, layer by layer, so countless Moths flood the lights...the collective action is consistent, but the essence is complex...under the leader, there should be roles such as foolish loyalty, blind obedience, utilitarianism, traitors, and jealous rebels..."

It's too hard to understand, but is he saying something really bad? !

The corners of Hayama Hayato's eyes twitched wildly, and he began to regret that he took the initiative to call for someone. He thought that it was only a short distance from the room to the lobby, and nothing strange would happen.

"Yes, it should be a lonely, weak but gentle image! This is the leader who will be sacrificed!"