Peng Hui never thought that he would be able to write such a story in such a short period of time.

Such a poignant and haunting story.

Looking at this story, the vigorous inspiration is like the Milky Way falling from nine heavens, and it suddenly emerges.

The mournful lyrics, paired with the melodic tune, came to mind.

However, when Peng Hui wrote them out, he stopped inexplicably.

Looking at the lyrics under the tip of the pen, a sense of irritability arises spontaneously.

"No, this doesn't feel right!" Peng Hui ruthlessly tore away his previous hard work.

Looking at the previous story with blazing eyes, his mind was thinking wildly.

However, no matter how much he turned his brain and racked his brain, he was never able to write lyrics that satisfied him.

"What's wrong?" Peng Hui pulled his hair irritably.

But what made him feel helpless was that he never thought of a solution.

After some tossing, Peng Hui reluctantly gave up.

He knew that the reason was still on himself.

Although I wrote this story by chance, in fact, there is a prototype.

For example, that old man is actually Zhao Feng.

Although Zhao Feng did not explain why he had to leave burlesque and leave his teacher to learn puppet shows, in Peng Hui's guess, the problem should be in the sketches of that year.

Although burlesque is close to drama in terms of genre, it is actually more akin to sketches these days.

This is also the reason why Mr. Yan created the classic image of "Zhang San" back then.

At that time at the beginning of the millennium, domestic cross talk and sketches were very popular.

In particular, cross talk was held by a group of young people at that time on the throne of "the art of language".

The sketch also became an instant hit in the mainland with a series of excellent works.

But burlesque is only a local play.

It is neither as wide as Peking Opera and Huangmei Opera, nor as easy as other operas.

It's hard to become popular with this.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Zhao Feng decided to go out and break through.

Of course, there are other things going on.

It doesn't matter, though.

In the end, Zhao Feng returned to the teacher without a face, and could only be admitted to the puppet show performance class of Shangju, and after graduation, he stayed in school and became a teacher.

Although things may be deviated in the specific details, the process is more or less the same.

Of course, this is Peng Hui's speculation.

It was based on this speculation that Peng Hui came up with this story.

Although the meaning is somewhat off, the story itself is very similar.

But when it came to composing songs, Peng Hui encountered unimaginable difficulties.

This song, in Peng Hui's opinion, should be a song that fits the story perfectly.

That's why he wrote this story.

But now, no matter how he writes, he can't write this song from the perspective of the old man.

It's a headache.

After thinking about it for a long time, Peng Hui couldn't think of any solution.

Instead, I made my head explode.

With a wry smile, he stopped thinking.

Peng Hui casually picked up the beer next to him, thought about it, and finally didn't want to drink it.

After refilling the beer, Peng Hui put away the pen and paper and went back to the dormitory.

In the days that followed, Peng Hui seemed a little absent-minded.

Even the library, which used to be the most popular, lost the slightest interest.

The only thing the whole person does is to be in a daze.

He knew that the problem was still with himself.

After all, he is only a sophomore, and he has only been studying music for less than half a year.

Under such circumstances, it is extremely difficult to write a song!

It's not a question of being smart or not, it's the knowledge accumulated over time!

Obviously, Peng Hui is very weak in this aspect.

While smiling bitterly, it made him want to write a good song more and more.

Thinking about his thoughts here, a staff member over there contacted him and attended the interview the next day.

Peng Hui woke up to the fact that the screenwriter of the scene he was going to shoot came back.

With a little curiosity, and feeling more and more helplessly confused, Peng Hui came to his destination the next day.

Singular Web Office Building.

After expressing his intentions, Peng Hui was at a loss that the young lady at the front desk actually showed an expression of asking for more blessings.

If it was just inexplicable before, then when Peng Hui walked to the company floor of the strange network, all the people he met showed regretful expressions.

It's like......

It's like Peng Hui is going to be unlucky.

Inexplicably, Peng Hui wanted to go to the toilet.

After confessing to the staff, Peng Hui went to the bathroom first.

After the three emergencies of "......", Peng Hui was about to leave, but suddenly heard the content of the two people chatting outside the door and stopped moving.

"Have you heard? Our screenwriter Xiao Jixiangtian is back!"

"Little auspicious day? is that...... Strange screenwriter?"

"That's right! It's the very 'demon' screenwriter!"

"Hey, big brother, he's ...... What's that?"

"You're asking 'demons'?"

"Yes. ”

"I don't know. ”

"I don't know, isn't he a man?"

"Does it make sense for him to say that?"

"Uh-well, but big brother, what's wrong with him?"

"You just came, and you didn't know it yet, our crew had actually prepared for it a long time ago. ”

"Eh, since you've made preparations, why don't you film?"

"I can't shoot it. ”

"What do you mean?"

"The previous actor had too poor acting skills and did not meet Xiao Ji Xiangtian's preferences, so he was directly replaced. ”

"It's replaced? That's the male protagonist! We're not Europe and the United States here, I remember that the previous actor was still a popular little fresh meat. ”

"Fart's little fresh meat! If you want acting skills without acting skills, if you want strength without strength, a group of inferior things dare to act?"

"You don't care what happens to other people, at least they are more famous than you, you can't deny this, right?"

"Cut...... If someone is behind me to praise me, I will definitely be much better than those actors!"

"Huh. The eldest brother smiled, noncommittal to the pride of the younger brother.

"By the way, big brother, you haven't told me yet, why is that screenwriter's power so great?"

"This starts with the previous events. ”

"I'm listening. ”

"I'll just say a few words. The eldest brother said with a smile: "The previous actor had good makeup, but he was not liked by the screenwriter, but the actor was the father of the gold owner, so he issued the slogan of having me without him (Xiao Ji Xiangtian), with him without me." ”

"As a result, the screenwriter counterattacked?"

"Before the new screenwriter arrived, something happened. ”

"What's wrong?"

"First of all, the official hat of the person who followed was swept to the end, and secondly, the actor was seriously injured and is still lying in the hospital, and the others have problems one after another, and this situation has continued until the screenwriter returns to his post again. ”

"Shhh...... What an evil sect!" exclaimed the little brother.

And Peng Hui in the toilet was also completely frightened.

What kind of person is the screenwriter I am about to meet?