Chen Junlun's script is not easy to write.

Although I have seen a lot of martial arts in my previous life.

Movies, TV series, novels, Wan Xiaofeng has too many stories in his head.

But if you want Chen Junlun to recognize, it is not simple.

Maybe you write a popular script, and when he gets it, he will praise the script for being good.

But that's not what he wants.

This movie seemed to mean a lot to him, so Wan Xiaofeng racked his brains and found two stories in his mind.

It took him two weeks to get the two scripts ready.

During this time, he was like a demon, locked himself in the house, and never left a single step except for eating and going to the toilet.

Chen Wu'er came to him halfway, and when he saw him staring at two dark circles under his eyes, unkempt, he jumped.

"I said, what are you doing here? It's not depression, is it?"

"No, I'll take you to the doctor. ”

Wan Xiaofeng gave him an angry look.

"You're depressed, your whole family is depressed. ”

"Oh, by the way, you can't count Beanie. ”

Chen Wu'er listened to his words, and his heart finally fell.

"It's still at this pace, and it seems to be fine. ”

Wan Xiaofeng ignored him, typing and typing on the computer alone, stopping from time to time, grabbing his hair vigorously, chanting words in his mouth, closing his twins for a while, and meditating hard.

Chen Wuer looked at the computer curiously.

"You're writing a script?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"What's next for the company?"

Wan Xiaofeng lit a cigarette and took a hard puff.

"No, it was written for Chen Junlun. ”

"Chen Junlun?"

Chen Wuer's voice was enough to lift the ceiling.

"I said can you be quiet, I just made a good idea, and I was scared by you again. ”

"No...... No...... Brother Komine...... Chen Junlun?"

Chen Wu'er was already incoherent.

Wan Xiaofeng was really so noisy by him that he couldn't help it, so he extinguished most of the cigarette and leaned back in the chair and squinted for a while.

"I've been too busy these past two days, and I haven't asked you how the lawsuit is?"

Chen Wu'er heard him mention the lawsuit and put Chen Junlun's matter aside for the time being.

"In a tug-of-war, a lawsuit is not something that can be decided in a day or two. ”

Wan Xiaofeng nodded, and found that Chen Wu'er seemed to have been thinner recently.

It was originally a bamboo pole, but now it is even thinner.

"Relax, the chances of winning the lawsuit are relatively high. ”

Chen Wuer nodded, indicating that he understood.

With Wan Xiaofeng's support here, he has a great chance of winning.

He is not the poor director now, the company he works for is a large company with assets of hundreds of millions.

Wan Xiaofeng's attitude towards the lawsuit is obviously very concerned, this product is now a guy who can make a lot of money casually.

Stable job, Wan Xiaofeng, the god of wealth, and Doudou's own attitude.

With these, the certainty of the lawsuit is very large.

Wan Xiaofeng looked at Chen Wu'er smirking and remembered the first time he met him.

This girl is also insidious enough, and she uses jumping off a building to pit herself.

But fortunately, the sprinkler is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and 20,000 yuan pulled him to the crew, otherwise there would be no now.

"By the way, the company will make a literary film next, you can be the director. ”

“？”

Happiness came too suddenly!

Chen Wu'er was so excited that he couldn't speak, and could only look at Wan Xiaofeng.

"Don't look at me with that kind of squint, please get out of here, and close the door when you go out. ”

Chen Wu'er stupidly exited the room.

Wan Xiaofeng felt that he was infected, but the symptoms were not too serious.

looked at Chen Wuer, and actually thought of making a literary film for him.

If you were your former self, you wouldn't be able to look at this kind of thing, and you would have a headache when you heard the words literary films.

"No, you really should find a psychiatrist to see if you can cure this disease. ”

......

Kunlun Mountain in the south of the city.

When Wan Xiaofeng came to Chen Junlun's house again, he obviously felt that his body was weaker than last time.

Putting the two scripts on the table, Wan Xiaofeng smiled.

"Fortunately, I will live up to my mission, choose one!"

Chen Junlun looked at Wan Xiaofeng, who had a scruffy beard and blank eyes, and was grateful.

"Two?"

"Well, take a look at it all, see which one you like. ”

Chen Junlun poured Wan Xiaofeng a cup of tea and began to read the script by himself.

Wan Xiaofeng took a sip, first felt extremely bitter and wanted to spit it out, but then a stream of sweetness emanated in his mouth.

He became obsessed with the taste.

One glass was not enough, so I poured another cup myself.

"This is the bitter tea on Kunlun, if you like it, I will give you some later. ”

"Then it's disrespectful. ”

Chen Junlun pushed a script in front of Wan Xiaofeng.

Wan Xiaofeng picked it up and glanced at the cover.

"Sure?"

Chen Junlun nodded.

"Alas!"

Wan Xiaofeng sighed, very helpless.

"Actually, I would prefer that you choose the one I have. ”

With Chen Junlun's strictness and harshness on movies, he believes that the script in his hand will give him a better result in Hollywood.

Chen Junlun poured himself a cup of bitter tea.

"I can see that the one in your hand may be more in line with that side. ”

"But you still didn't choose it. ”

Chen Junlun took a sip.

"Since you've brought two copies, you should know my choice. ”

Wan Xiaofeng's hand holding the cup tightened.

Yes, he knew from the beginning that Chen Junlun would not be satisfied with the book in his hand.

This is not the rivers and lakes in his heart.

What he has in his hands is more in line with his appetite.

What an idiot!

I know that what I have in my hand is not suitable, but I am unwilling to put it down.

What else can Wan Xiaofeng say?

"Since you chose it, then I'll give you a theme song!"

Chen Junlun smiled, smiling happily.

"It's a great honor. ”

Wan Xiaofeng found a pen and paper and wrote it with a brush.

After writing it, it was handed to Chen Junlun.

"This is the word, the song will be given to you in a few days. ”

Chen Junlun took it, read it several times, and read it in his mouth.

"The empty ship is gone, the empty ship is gone?"

"Aren't you optimistic either?"

Wan Xiaofeng pondered for a moment, and he thought of a line.

"Don't ask about the future, but ask for no regrets in this life!"

Chen Junlun looked at him in shock and let Hou laugh out loud.

"I'm really old, and before I go to the earth, I can do something that I have no regrets in this life, how fortunate I am. ”

Chen Junlun watched Wan Xiaofeng leave with the bag, and his mood was indescribably relaxed.

Some things don't end, and even if I fail, so what, hope is always in sight.

......

Wan Xiaofeng felt that he was walking very chicly, this was the first time in his life that he was so happy.

The bag of bitter tea in his hand was fluttering lightly and rippling in his hand.

In fact, Chen Junlun's final choice, he was very happy.

He likes this kind of fool more and more, knowing that he can't do it.

knew that this trip was slim, but he did not hesitate.

It's like the script he chose.

Go down the mountain with an obsession and never go back.

is so full of anger, which is the rivers and lakes in his heart.

"I hope that the seven swords I changed will go down to the Tianshan Mountain and have a good result!"

Wan Xiaofeng glanced back and turned around in a dashing manner.

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