Sunday Coffee House, very unique name. It's just outside the east gate of the school, a 10-minute walk.

The copied script was printed out in advance and bound like a book. This is his always character, to keep everything he has to take care of neatly and neatly.

At nine o'clock, he arrived half an hour early and decided to review the script again. The coffee house is made of bamboo and greenery, and it has become a relatively private small space. It is equipped with computers, books, newspapers and magazines for entertainment and time.

The most lacking thing in life is time, and the least lacking thing is precisely time, but it varies from person to person.

It can be seen that the owner of the coffee house is very carefully arranged, with pots of various green plants and large and small fish tanks. Everything is designed to create the most laid-back living environment, which makes people feel comfortable and release stress.

Spider plants hanging from mid-air are hooking up with the lush pothos below. Begonia flowers are red by the warm autumn sun, shy flowers hidden under the green leaves, it seems that the girl who has not left the pavilion, peeking at the lover.

"Yohe, this place is really good, why didn't you find it before, Ling Zi, you are very good at picking places. A middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes pushed open the small bamboo door and walked in, his face was very clean without a trace of stubble, with gold-rimmed eyes, very elegant, and he looked like a literary worker.

Ding Weizhong, a well-known screenwriter and a member of the Hangzhou Writers Association, is very active in the circle. His father's worship brother.

"Uncle, you're here, sit here. I also think this place is very good, so I come here often", he quickly stood up and greeted, Ding Weizhong watched him grow up, and his son also played with him in the mud since he was a child.

"On this good Sunday, you don't make an appointment with a little girl, but with me, a greasy middle-aged man. Ahh The elegant middle-aged man put the briefcase in his hand on the table and looked at his brother's precious son. He has lamented more than once that he has no daughter.

"It's not that you don't know how strict my parents are, like a thief all day long, just like I'm a girl, afraid of being abducted by other boys. What do you drink? Or tea? I think you don't seem to drink coffee. Feng Wuling said as he rang the bell to greet the waiter.

"You don't know how much I wish you were a girl, then our stinky boy will be taken care of, and he will be stabbed all day long. Ding Weizhong sighed and sat opposite.

"Tea bar, let's have a pot of tongue. Watching the waitress push open the door and come in, he said that he didn't answer Ding Weizhong's words, and he couldn't answer them.

"Uncle, what have you been busy with lately?"

"Yo, I'm still polite to your uncle and me, and you kid will say something if you have something. As soon as he looked at this posture, he knew that there was definitely something wrong with this kid.

This kid's personality has always been unbelievable, just like his father.

A turbid midstream cannot bring a clear downstream. The reason is the same, the upper beam is correct, and the lower beam will not be crooked.

"Look at this. Feng Wuling said and handed over the script on the table, with a very calm posture and no modifying tone.

Ding Weizhong glanced at him and then took it, huh? (crazy stone), quickly flipped a few pages and took a general look.

"The script? you wrote it?" With Ding Weizhong's relationship with his father, of course, he knows his roots, a top student in the Chinese Department of the Faculty of Letters, and a family history.

"Well, if you're not in a hurry, let's take a look, and then we'll talk. Hearing him say this, Ding Weizhong took a sip of tea, turned the first page and began to read carefully.

Slowly I looked into my mind, the pages of the book became slower and slower, and the cup of sparrow's tongue began to cool down slowly after taking a sip.

The privacy of the small bamboo hut was quiet, with only the occasional sound of pages turning. The spider plant is still hooking up with the pothos without shame or impatience, but the spider plant is ruthless with the intention of the pothos. A few calendula plants on the shelves are also coquettish. In the fish tank next to it, a few goldfish are still chasing leisurely.

Today, Saturday, there is nothing to do, he just sits there quietly waiting, dutifully being a quiet beautiful man.

After a long time, Ding Weizhong raised his head, rubbed his somewhat stiff neck, picked up the teacup next to him and didn't care about it, drained it in one go, and then let out a long breath.

Then he looked at him fixedly, "Did you really write it?" Although it was a little incredible, he already had the answer in his heart, after all, he was from a scholarly family.

"Well, I wrote it. What do you think?

"Haha, of course it's good, it's very good, and it's a little unbelievable. I used to hear your dad say that the articles you wrote were very good and often published, hehe, now I know that you can also write scripts, and even the scripts are so good" Ding Weizhong praised him again and again happily, his own children and nephews are promising, and he is happy in his heart.

And he was very embarrassed to be praised by Ding Weizhong, he was very anxious, and he wanted to find a crack to get into. Hurriedly rang the bell and beckoned the waiter to come over and change the pot of tea, and Feng Wuling hurriedly poured it for him.

Ding Weizhong picked up the teacup and blew it, took a sip gently, and then said, "Lingzi, say it, what do you mean." ”

"Uncle, I'm going to sell this script to see if you have a way, or sell it to you. ”

"What's the matter, you have a girlfriend and lack of money to spend? Your father won't give you money, but your uncle will give it to you! You can't let the little girl spend money!" Ding Weizhong began to tease him, after all, he has now reached this flower-like age.

"That's not it, it's the welfare home, and the old director is collecting money." He didn't hide it, it wasn't something unseemly, and he didn't just ask for someone to do it fairly.

"Well," Ding Weizhong nodded, he naturally knew about the welfare home, after all, the old dean was also his teacher. He also often donates money and materials, but he has more than enough heart but not enough power.

"I won't show up this script, just when you write it, it's up to you who you want to sell it to, and I'll just wait to collect the money. ”

He is still in school, and now is the time to accumulate knowledge, and it is not good to be famous too early. Ming Taizu's wise saying, build a high wall, accumulate grain, and slowly become the king.

"That's not good, I can't do this kind of thing, I'm not that kind of person. He said this very solemnly, this is the style of dealing with people.

The manifestation of human dignity is more than toughness. Toughness is just the outer guard of the personality. When it comes to the inner layer, the world of personality is the breeze and the bright moon, the soft branches and ripples, the fine steps, and the light smile.

"Uncle, I didn't mean that, I'm still in school, and selling scripts is a last resort. Besides, I don't have more than this one script in my hand, so I have to take it slowly and make up money for the old dean. You know, people are afraid of being famous, pigs are afraid of being strong. ”

"Well, the script is really good. And what you said is also right, the wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will be cui. In that case, I'll take it away and find someone to take a look. Well, if it happens this time, let's come in the form of a broker in the future, and I'll be your agent, how about it. Ding Weizhong said thoughtfully while drinking tea. For this script, he already has a candidate in mind.

"Okay, just do as you say, you see what else needs to be changed in this script. "His script is written roughly, after all, this is (he) the first time to write a script, and it can't be shown too demonic.

"Well, you used to write articles, and writing articles is not the same as writing scripts. I'll teach you, let's discuss it. "Everyone has some habits of being a good teacher,

Although he was a screenwriter in his previous life, everyone's thoughts and ideas are different, and others are not necessarily wrong.

Zi said, there must be my teacher in the threesome.

The discussion between the two people is a bit of brainstorming, colliding with sparks of thought.

For more than two hours, the tea was added to a cup. The begonias on the shelf opened shyly, as if they were expecting the red bandana of their sweetheart. The ivy stretches its branches wantonly, as if yearning to wander the world without restraint.

"Okay, that's it, I'll take it to Lao He to see, this guy has been depressed and unhappy recently, and the whole person is about to be wasted. Ding Weizhong put the script in his briefcase, and it seemed that he didn't want to stay longer for a moment.

"Okay, Uncle Ding, you can take a look first. I'll write my next script as soon as possible. Get up and send Ding Weizhong out. Today, Saturday, nothing happened, and he decided to continue copying the script here. Now that the direction has been set, all that remains is hard work.

When I reflexively walked back, I saw that there was actually a takeaway coming in, and then I realized that it was already noon.

Come on, order your own takeout. Just after ordering takeout and going to continue copying the script, the mobile phone rang.

"Hey, Mom, I'm not going back this weekend. His mother, Tan Yulan, was a music teacher at their university.

Influenced by his grandmother, he liked music since he was a child, and was later admitted to the Capital Film and Television Academy. originally planned to develop in the entertainment industry, but before graduating, she met his father, and the two were impressed by each other, so she gave up that mind and married her father to Hangzhou.

Although he didn't develop in that direction, he often had contact with several former classmates, and he had a close relationship with Yuzi Period.

Yu Ziqi is a well-known agent in the circle, and he has brought out many big and small stars over the years, and the newcomers under his hands are one after another.

Tan Yulan recorded several videos at the welcome party and shared them in the circle of friends, including the one sung by the fat man. Because there is his son on stage, this video is complete. Unexpectedly, Yu Ziqi fell in love with this song and wanted to buy it.

This is a few days ago, and Yu Zi's itinerary happened to pass through Hangzhou, so I settled here, got together with my girlfriends, and took a look at this very good song by the way, and planned to buy it for my newcomers.

Yu Ziqi arrived in Hangzhou last night, this time with two newcomers under his command to participate in an advertising audition. The audition starts tomorrow, and she comes a day early to get together with her best friends. The two of them are in two places, and they get together less and leave more, especially after they have their own family businesses.

Today, I gave the newcomers who came together a holiday, and I accompanied Tan Yulan to go shopping in the morning. Both of them haven't been shopping for a long time, and they have been shopping for more than two hours in a row, and their hands are full of large and small bags.

Sitting in a café at this time, the two women were very outstanding in appearance and temperament, and the people around them looked at this side from time to time. Both of them were already familiar with this situation, and they didn't pay attention to it, drinking coffee leisurely.

"I'm here for an audition, and by the way, look at you, I haven't seen you for a long time. Or you're living a laid-back life, unlike me flying back and forth around the country. Yu Ziqi was dressed in a straight slim suit, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and long black hair combed into a single ponytail at the back of his head, and the whole person looked very capable.

"You don't stay home all day, do you have no opinion?" Tan Yulan was wearing an apricot-colored tunic dress, soft shawl and long hair, and she was dressed as a girl, looking like she was twenty-eight or nineteen years old, and absolutely no one doubted it.

At this time, he sat lazily on the sofa, his right arm supported the table, the back of his hand supported his chin, his long silky hair was spread out, and he held a spoon in his left hand, slowly stirring the coffee.

In terms of beauty, the beauty of physiognomy is higher than the beauty of color, and the beauty of graceful movements is higher than the beauty of physiognomy.

Just like Tan Yulan at this moment.

"Don't mention him to me, the whole family of women and men is not self-motivated at all. Yu Ziqi leaned back on the sofa and looked out the window at the crowd coming and going. "By the way, the song I told you, let you help me find someone, find it. Suddenly remembering this, he turned his head to look at the girl opposite.

"I think you're looking at me as fake, so the song is real. The girl Tan Yulan began to tease her best friend.

"Say whatever you want, now I want results. Yu Ziqi knew that she was running on herself, so she didn't accept it.

"I'll help you ask," he said without telling her that the author was his son, deciding to surprise her.

Because Feng Wuling is too different from when he was a child, everyone else is getting longer and more disabled, and he is more and more delicate.

Yu Ziqi has never seen him grow into a white swan.

Tan Yulan didn't have to guess or ask to know that the song was written by her precious son. Much of his knowledge of musical instruments and music theory was taught to him by himself, and of course by his grandmother.

And the fat man, who grew up under her nose since childhood, knows the roots.

While thinking, he took out his mobile phone and called his son.