In fact, when a director has experienced many years of directorial career, he will inevitably enter a creative bottleneck. This bottleneck period may be long or short, but it will never be eliminated.

Even after the director creates a film and television drama, this symptom is exacerbated.

To be honest, don't look at Peng Hui's ability to shoot film and television dramas easily and happily now, it is because the scenes he shoots are very simple.

Again, although he filmed it based on the original drama, he also has a foundation for the original drama.

It's a bit too much for him to write a purely original story now.

It's not that you can't write.

It's just going to be slow.

The bus on the Seine has already passed.

Peng Hui originally planned to return to Xihong City.

However, he unexpectedly received a call from Zhuge Dali.

"Something?" Peng Hui asked strangely.

As one of the company's artists, Peng Hui naturally has Zhuge Dali's phone.

After all, sometimes you need to get in touch.

However, he doesn't take the initiative to contact Zhuge Dali on weekdays.

After all, there are some things that are better to keep your distance.

"Old ...... After a pause, Zhuge vigorously spoke, "My mother wants to invite you to dinner." ”

"Oh?" Peng Hui blinked in surprise, a little unexpected.

However, this is also a very normal request, and Peng Hui didn't think much about it.

"Yes, when?"

"Aren't you in Shanghai now? can you now?" asked Zhuge vigorously.

"Uh-okay. Peng Hui was a little surprised, but still agreed.

When he arrived at the agreed place, Peng Hui opened the door of the private room.

However, what made Peng Hui stunned for a moment was that Zhuge Dali was the only one in the private room.

Her mother wasn't there.

Peng Hui was a little surprised.

"My mom just picked up a phone call and left. Zhuge vigorously twisted his body a little, and seemed to be a little embarrassed.

Peng Hui nodded, but there was some curiosity in his eyes.

Pulling out the chair, Peng Hui sat opposite Zhuge Dali.

Across the table, the atmosphere between the two was very delicate.

After all, it was Zhuge Dali's mother who invited Peng Hui, but now that her mother has left, Zhuge Dali is left.

When lonely men and widows are together, there will inevitably be problems.

"What's the matter?" Peng Hui was a man after all, and took the initiative to ask, "If it's not a big deal, I'll leave first." ”

"That's right. Zhuge Dali's face flushed for a moment, then he took a deep breath and said directly: "My mother wants to see you, and wants to find out if you are interesting to me." ”

Looking at Zhuge Dali, who still said such a shy word with a ruddy face, Peng Hui really felt a little funny.

After settling down, Peng Hui smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Of course not......" Zhuge Dali was a little embarrassed, but since she spoke, she naturally had no intention of stopping, and said directly: "She doesn't want me to fall in love so early." ”

"Early?" Peng Hui looked at Zhuge Dali a little strangely, and asked puzzledly: "Although I don't have that mind anymore, I remember that you were born in the millennium, and now you are twenty years old, does your mother still forbid you to fall in love?"

"She didn't forbid me to fall in love. Zhuge shook his head vigorously and said seriously: "But she doesn't want me to get married so early." ”

Peng Hui was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses.

In vain, although Zhuge Dali's mother did not prohibit her daughter from falling in love, she was worried that her daughter had never been in love and was deceived, so she hoped to delay it.

This is naturally good for Zhuge Dali.

A man who really likes her will not refuse this situation.

And if you can't wait, the man who only thinks about Zhuge Dali's body is not worth paying attention to.

After Peng Hui understood, he couldn't cry or laugh.

"I don't have feelings for you. Peng Hui explained helplessly.

"Oh-" Zhuge looked at Peng Hui vigorously and didn't say anything.

Shrugging his shoulders, Peng Hui didn't want to explain more, and said casually: "I don't have any thoughts about you, if you have a favorite boy, go after it, don't worry about me." ”

"Then why do you want to give me such a good treatment?" Zhuge looked at Peng Hui vigorously and asked softly.

"I'm here, I'm here for filming. ”

"You can not sign me. Zhuge said vigorously and seriously: "Anyway, I don't plan to film." ”

"I signed you, not because you want to film, but I want to do it, when I shoot a certain type of film, a pseudo-male type of artist company must have!" Peng Hui said seriously: "You can understand it as investment, and investment always has risks and returns, what is a risk? It is to lose money, but as long as I can make a profit, I can make a lot of money! You shouldn't be too difficult to understand, right?"

"Oh-" Zhuge nodded vigorously.

It's just that I don't know why, there is a shallow loss in my heart.

After settling down, Zhuge vigorously suppressed this thought, looked at Peng Hui, and said seriously: "No matter what, thank you." ”

"Well, I'll leave if it's okay. ”

"Let's stay for a meal. ”

"I didn't eat the food again, so I didn't eat it. Peng Hui shook his head and got up to leave.

"If you don't mind...... Let's go to the apartment and cook for you myself, in return for you helping me. Zhuge Dali's words made Peng Hui swallow back the words he originally wanted to refuse.