Director, please respect yourself

【October 2, 2009, sunny

Today, while making breakfast, I received an important call. The name noted in the phone book was "Cherry", Yang Hao's ex-girlfriend.

From the phone call, I received three pieces of information: First, the ex-Yang Hao committed suicide because he was broken up in love. He was hit by a car on the roadside and broke his head. Then he left and came here on his own.

Second, my ex-girlfriend’s name is Yanzi. She is from the entertainment industry and she is also a student of Beijing Film Academy. Of course, I don’t know yet which level she is at or whether she has graduated from Beijing Film Academy.

Third, the voice of Yang Hao's ex-girlfriend sounds a bit familiar, but I can't remember who it is yet. She probably won't be an A-list actress. Because I am basically very familiar with the first-line female stars in the industry from the 1980s to the 1930s...]

8:30

Yang Hao sat in the [Song Chuanjiang Screenwriter Studio] and started writing a diary. He had no choice but to do it. This was a habit he had developed over the years. It would be difficult to change it.

[As soon as Yang Hao’s ex-girlfriend hung up the phone, Song Chuanjiang, who went to Henan Province to film a movie last night, called.

According to Song Chuanjiang's instructions on the phone, a young girl will probably come to the screenwriting studio today to seek help. The purpose is to have a professional screenwriter help her analyze a character in the novel.

Analyze the character, this shouldn’t be too difficult!

Although he was just a photographer in his previous life, and a very uncreative one, his ability to fool people is quite good, especially when dealing with women.

Oh, by the way, when I first heard Song Kuanchang’s voice, I almost didn’t call out his nickname “Ji Zhuang” because this guy always likes to show off when he goes to the bathhouse to take a bath...]

Yang Hao was writing furiously in the office when he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

"Dangdangdang..."

"coming."

Yang Hao agreed, took out the lighter from his pocket, lit the paper on which he had written half of the diary, threw it on the ground, stared at the paper completely turning into ashes, then stood up, walked out and opened the door.

There are too many secrets on this piece of paper, and there must be no future trouble.

Although this place is called a studio, the conditions are very simple. There are three rooms in total. The one on the left is the study room where Song Quanchang writes; the one on the right is where Yang Hao usually works, and the one in the middle has a door to the outside. The room is the living room, with a set of sofas and a coffee table.

As for business such as going to the bathroom, you need to go to the [Yangchun Noodle House] across the street to do it.

On the first day after time travel, Yang Hao seriously doubted whether Yang Chun had blackmailed Song Chuanjiang. If you don't let my son worship you as his teacher, I won't let you use the toilet from now on.

Pushing open the door of the suite, walking around the sofa and coffee table in the middle of the living room, Yang Hao came to the door of the studio, opened the door from the inside, and was immediately stunned.

"Eh..., Nini?"

"Ah..., it's you!"

…………

Song Chuanjiang’s tea is good!

Savor it carefully, you will find that there is sweetness in the bitterness. This warm liquid passes through the tip of the tongue and reaches the throat, refreshing the heart and spleen. Moreover, the fragrance of tea cannot be resisted. After brewing with boiling water, the fragrance overflows, just like the spring breeze blowing on the spring water, causing ripples in the room.

Yang Hao let Ni Ni and his daughter into the living room, made tea, and sat on the sofa, sipping tea and waiting for them to speak.

"Ahem..."

Ni Ni cleared her throat.

"Um...well, can I ask you a question?"

"certainly!"

"Why did you call out my name as soon as you saw me?"

"My master Song Chuanjiang said that a beautiful girl named Nini will come to the studio today to ask for help.

Seeing you, I asked tentatively, Ni Ni? "

"Oh, that's it. I thought you knew me before, haha..." At this time, Ni Ni smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Oh, by the way... I was at the Yangchun Noodle House opposite at eight o'clock last night, and I saw the whole process of your illness.

I just want to ask, is your schizophrenia real? "

But as soon as Ni Ni finished speaking, Ni's father glared at his daughter.

"How could you talk to Teacher Yang like this?"

"Hehe... Teacher Yang, I'm sorry, my daughter talks a little carelessly."

"it does not matter!"

Yang Hao smiled and waved his hand.

Where did this go?

What if, in a few years, Zhao Xiaodao enters the world and listens to her talk, it will make people feel happy? !

"Teacher Yang, let's do this!

You may be busy, so let's keep the story short. Today we are here just to let you or Teacher Song Chuanjiang help you take a look at the character Zhao Yunmo in the novel "The Thirteen Beauties of Jinling". "

As Ni's father spoke, he took out a copy of the magazine "Novel Monthly Original Edition" from his bag and handed it to Yang Hao.

Yang Hao took the magazine politely, then read it carefully for a moment, then closed the book and placed it on the coffee table.

"Well...let's put it this way!

What effect do you want to achieve? "

"Uh, what do you mean?"

Ni Ni and her father both spoke at the same time.

“It’s actually not interesting.

I just want to ask what level of service you two plan to choose? "

Yang Hao, who was sitting on the sofa, took out a paper and pen from his pocket while talking, and then started writing and drawing.

After Yang Hao finished writing, he placed the note in front of Ni Ni and Ni's father.

"I just read the novel "The Thirteen Beauties of Jinling" and roughly divided the services I can provide into four levels: light, medium, severe and Indian."

India…

Upon hearing this name, Ni Ni and her father both looked confused.

Mild, moderate, severe..., we can understand these three words, which are nothing more than the degree of deconstruction of the character Zhao Yumo, but what does it mean if you add India?

Perhaps seeing the doubts of the two people in front of him, Yang Hao smiled and took the initiative to explain:

"A famous scholar in the world divided all countries in the world into four levels according to the severity of apricot crimes, namely mild, moderate, severe and Indian."

"Pfft..."

As soon as Yang Hao finished speaking, Ni Ni, who was sitting on the sofa opposite him, laughed out loud.

How can there be such experts and scholars in the world? This is simply a black seal, Ah San?

It seems to me that you clearly made this up yourself?

However, Ni Ni's smile relieved the restrained atmosphere in the living room.

At this time, Ni's father also spoke.

"Teacher Yang, how about you first tell me the charging standards for these four levels?"

"good!"

Yang Hao agreed, put down the tea cup he had just picked up from the coffee table, and then explained with a smile:

"Light, that is, based on my understanding and analysis, I will tell you about the characteristics of the character Zhao Yumo; the explanation will not take too long, about half an hour, and the charging standard is 100 yuan.

Moderately, I will go deep into the writer's thoughts and the social environment at that time, and comprehensively analyze and deconstruct the character of Zhao Yumo; the explanation time is not bad, about four hours, and the fee is 1,000 yuan.

Severe, this one is more powerful. Not only will I deconstruct the character of Zhao Yunmo for you, but I will also take you on a field trip to Jinling. Starting with a large amount of historical materials, I will interview the survivors at that time and tell you why the writer Yan Geling I will create a story like "The Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling"; because it takes a long time, about 5 days, the charge is relatively high.

And if you choose this option, then your labor fee is 10,000 yuan. In addition, you are also responsible for transportation, food and accommodation. "

"Um…"

Nini and her father looked at each other, and then asked curiously: "What about... India?"