The first rays of morning light in the northern capital shone through the glass and entered the window, Han Mo leaned back in the chair and stretched a long lazy waist, moved his shoulders slightly, and leaned back into the chair. The line of sight finally glanced at the computer screen, and without hesitation, he clicked send directly, and a hint of wisdom appeared in his deep eyes.

Han Mo didn't sleep all night, his ink-colored pupils were covered with bloodshots, he closed his eyes hard, and gently rubbed his eyebrows, his body was very tired due to lack of sleep, but his brain was still awake.

Han Mo opened his eyes suddenly, turned his wrist, and looked at the time, this time was a bit early for Han Mo to go to the company, but if he went to see him, it would be just right at the moment.

He walked gently to the door of the little guy's room, Xuanxuan was still doing the last roll before waking up, stretching out her arm and kicking her leg right, big characters, one word, Y shape, all kinds of postures took turns, Han Mo just stood in front of the little guy's door for a short while, and he had already seen a variety of sleeping postures, unpredictable changes, beautiful shapes, and sweet sleeping appearances are estimated to be unique.

A smile couldn't help but climb up the corner of Han Mo's mouth, he couldn't help but look at it a few more times, shook his head helplessly, and turned to leave.

Because he left early today and didn't have time to send Xuanxuan to kindergarten, Han Mo had to inform the child's grandparents.

Chen Yuehong knew that her son hadn't slept all night, but at the same time, she knew that her son must have important work to do, so she looked inside every time she passed by Han Mo's room when she went to the toilet, just to see if the lights were still on in her son's room, and speculated whether he was sleeping.

This night, the old lady didn't do anything else, she went to the toilet, every time she wanted to knock on the door to remind her son to sleep, but she was afraid of disturbing Han Mo's work, so she raised her hand to the door and fell, and after falling, she wanted to lift it up again, and after she fell down, she hesitated and struggled for a night, and finally she didn't knock on the door, but she didn't sleep all night.

"Mom, didn't you sleep well yesterday, your eyes are bloodshot. Han Mo wanted to tell Chen Yuehong that he was going to leave first, and the breakfast and sending the children would be handed over to them, but he saw Chen Yuehong's tired expression at first sight.

"I drank too much water before going to bed yesterday and didn't sleep well. Chen Yuehong casually made up a reason, she couldn't say that she didn't sleep well because she pretended to go to the toilet all night, in order to peek at whether Han Mo was sleeping.

Han Mo didn't feel anything when he stayed up late, but his mother couldn't stay up late when she was older, so he said with concern, "Don't drink too much water before going to bed in the future, it will affect the quality of sleep, you can rest at home during the day today." ”

Although Chen Yuehong was a little panicked in front of her son, her heart was still warm when she heard her son's concern, and she nodded again and again, "In the future, I won't drink water before going to bed, it's okay, it's okay." ”

Han Mo told his mother a few more words before leaving.

......

Zhang Liguo's eyes moved rapidly on the computer screen, a white towel was placed around his neck, the hand holding one end of the towel paused, and the action of wiping sweat came to an abrupt end.

Browsing quickly without blinking, the two hands subconsciously fell on the desk, one moment suddenly held the pen, and the other time it was released, the eyebrows were sometimes slightly constricted, sometimes stretched.

At this moment, Zhang Liguo is completely attracted by the scene presented by the text, and deeply substitutes for it, he has been reading the script all the year round, and has long developed the habit of reading ten lines at a glance, but now he doesn't even want to leave a word, for fear of missing an important plot.

The plot is at a critical moment, Zhang Liguo keeps scrolling down, but the page stops to the last line and can't move anymore.

"Gone?" Zhang Liguo still doesn't believe in evil, and keeps clicking on the next page, and the prompts on the screen keep prompting that it is now the last page.

Zhang Liguo took a sip in his heart, this broken hand should be broken.

I just came back from a morning run and saw the email received in the mailbox, which I just opened casually, but I didn't expect it to be such a good work.

I was fascinated by a casual glance, I didn't wipe my sweat, I didn't return my clothes, and I read all the manuscripts solidly, and at this moment he just wanted to know who was sending this manuscript, but the sender only wrote two letters, HM. There were no other clues.

"HM?" Zhang Liguo went through the names of all the famous screenwriters in China, but he couldn't find anyone related to the two letters.

Zhang Liguo quickly dialed the assistant director's phone, "Search for me all the screenwriters in China, are there any names related to HM, yes, now, immediately, immediately, quickly." ”

Although finding a person with just two letters limits the group of screenwriters, it is too difficult, he said a little embarrassed, "Director Zhang has any other clues, your two letters are too abstract." ”

"No, just these two letters, if you don't find this person, you won't have to look for me. With that, he hung up.

Zhang Liguo knew the meaning of this script too well, and he guessed that this part in his hand might only be a small part of the whole long story, and there was still a lot of foreshadowing that had not been developed, and this small part was enough to attract him crazy.

I just thought that "The Legend of the Red Concubine" was very good, very novel, and completely different from other TV series, but after watching this story, the previous "The Legend of the Red Concubine" couldn't be watched at all.

Zhang Liguo turned to the first page again, and re-read it, many works are also very exciting, but he can only read them once, and he will feel bored when he looks at them again, but he was surprised to find that even if he had just read this story, he was still deeply attracted after reading it a second time, as if he had magic power, and he didn't want to miss a word.

No one knows better than Zhang Liguo what a good script means to a director.

He had to find the person who had emailed him, he had to find him.

Suddenly, Zhang Liguo's mobile phone rang, and the name of the assistant director was beating on it, and he immediately answered the phone.

"Did you find it? Do you know who it is?" Zhang Liguo said excitedly.

"No, no. I went through all the screenwriters who had been recorded, and there was nothing related to these two letters, where did you get these two letters? Could it be that the information is wrong?" asked the assistant director strangely.

"There will be no mistake, it's not in the screenwriter, you just continue to expand the scope, you must find it for me. Zhang Liguo said in a commanding tone.

Hanging up the phone, he looked at the sender carefully, his two eyebrows were twisted, he wanted to know so much who the sender was, and he wanted to know the next plot, this was the first time Zhang Liguo read the script not with a critical gaze, but with the mentality of a reader.

Zhang Liguo kept muttering, HM, HM......

Han Mo walked into the elevator, he had already inquired about Zhang Liguo's schedule and knew that he had the habit of running in the morning every morning, and then went directly to the studio, so Han Mo sent the first manuscript to Zhang Liguo early in the morning.

This will Zhang Liguo was still chanting words in his mouth, repeating two letters, and suddenly Han Mo stood at the door of his office, which really startled him.

"Director Zhang, hello. Han Mo walked up to Zhang Liguo and took the initiative to stretch out his hand to the stunned Zhang Liguo.

Although Zhang Liguo only has little contact with directors and singers, Han Mo is really popular in finding a good voice, and now very few people in the circle don't know him, Zhang Liguo naturally knows Han Mo, but he wonders why Han Mo appeared in his office, and the two have no intersection at all.

"Hello, hello, hello. ”