Screenwriter Koyama's heart is broken. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xiaoshan is a newcomer who has just entered the industry for a short time, and she is the screenwriter of the group this time, before she came, many seniors have told her that this time she is a big director, and if she can get his guidance, her level will improve rapidly.

She has listened to a lot of the hard work of the screenwriter with the group, and she has done enough psychological construction before coming, whether it is a major revision or a rewriting of a certain scene, she is ready to accept it.

However, she never expected that a new character would be inserted, and it was a character who occupied a considerable amount of the plot in the entire episode, and the character biography, the previous story, the follow-up, and the impact of this incident on the protagonists all needed to be redone.

"So, when do you want it?" asked Koyama.

"Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock, if the weather is right, you can shoot this segment. ”

It's six o'clock in the afternoon, fifteen hours left, and fifteen thousand words per episode.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, when Blessing and Yun Feng were about to go back to the house to sleep after discussing the next step of the propaganda policy, they found that there were still lights on in the village committee, and Blessing felt a little strange: "Who is there so late?" ”

Yun Feng said with a smile: "It's probably the village party secretary who is preparing some kind of report document, don't go over, be careful that he tells ghost stories again." ”

The blessing spirit was lifted: "I like this kind of simple ghost story, if he wants to say it, I will listen to it, you go back to sleep first." ”

After separating from Yun Feng, Blessing strode towards the hut of the village committee, and saw Xiaoshan lying on the table through the window.

"What's going on?" Blessing thought that Xiaoshan was unwell, and quickly pushed the door in, and heard Xiaoshan whimpering and crying, many bad things flashed in Blessing's mind, and her heartbeat stopped for half a beat, and she calmed down a little when she saw that she was neatly dressed and there were no obvious marks on her face and neck.

Seeing the blessing coming in, Xiaoshan didn't mean to stop, and the blessing looked at the WORD opened in front of her, only four words with a punctuation mark:

"Out of the day

Light ink: "

For eight hours, four words, I looked at Xiaoshan sympathetically, this is the biggest crisis of the people who make a living from literature -- Kavin.

If the online text can still write a subplot freely or from a different perspective, the screenwriter does not have this possibility at all, and the logic must be consistent with the context.

Although there are only four words on the document now, it is very likely that thousands of words have been written and all of them have been overturned countless times.

Watching Xiaoshan crying so much that he couldn't extricate himself from the pear blossoms and rain, and he didn't know how to comfort him for a while.

Suddenly, a crisp alarm went off, and Xiaoshan, who was still crying vigorously, sat up straight, pressed the alarm, took out a tissue and wiped it on his face, and looked at the blessing: "I'm going to start writing!"

"Huh?" "Blessing is a little unclear, so, "What's the alarm clock?"

Xiaoshan smiled embarrassedly: "I just wrote it for the sixth time, I was not satisfied, I felt wronged in my heart, I decided to cry to relieve my emotions, and I was afraid that I would cry for too long and not be able to submit the manuscript, so I set a five-minute alarm clock." ”

Although his fingers were already on the keyboard, the story line was still not clear, and Xiaoshan typed a few words and deleted them, looking at the blank document with blank eyes.

Knowing that Kavin's painful blessing is not a way to see her like this, the story that is held back definitely does not have the power to impress the audience, no, it is too early to impress the audience, I am afraid that Wu Weiguo will not be able to pay the difference.

"Look at your notebook with 50% of the electricity left, why don't we go out for a walk, maybe two people discuss and discuss, you can have a good idea, otherwise I'm afraid that the notebook will not last tomorrow to develop the motor, and it will be out of gas." "Blessing offer.

Xiaoshan let out a long sigh and nodded.

Looking at the stars in the valley, densely packed, the stars that were obscured by air pollution and light pollution in the city, at this time it was very clear, Xiaoshan looked up at the sky and asked, "The high priest twisted the stars with his own strength, I don't know if I can ask Wenqu Xing to come down and write a manuscript for me." ”

Blessing "poof" laughed out loud: "What a resentment this is." ”

The two walked side by side, chatting about the character and plot development, because Yun Feng hopes to expand this legend and promote the development of tourism, so there must be a ritual of sacrificing mountain ghosts, and let the hero and heroine have a relationship with this ceremony, otherwise this is a waste pen.

All the impressions of the blessings on the mountain ghosts only stay in Qu Yuan's poem, the beast is a mount, dressed very fancy, full of fragrance, and lacks an intuitive concept.

In contemplation, the blessing unconsciously walked on the path to fetch water in the morning, and Xiaoshan instinctively followed behind the blessing, and did not look at the road, when they reacted, they found that they were already in the mountains and forests, and the path on the ground was faint and could not be seen.

"How far have we come?" Xiaoshan looked at the surrounding forests, and the wind blew through the forests, making a roaring sound of forest waves.

Blessing felt a little strange, he shouldn't have gone too far, and he hadn't seen the stream that fetched water during the day, but judging from the time, he had walked for a long time.

Deep in the forest, the field of vision is very limited, I don't know what is hidden in the dark depths, Xiaoshan is a little scared: "Let's go back." ”

Blessing nodded, the two turned around, walked back along the road they came from, walked and walked, and suddenly found that there was a fork in the road in front of them.

Remembering the legend of the mountain ghost, Xiaoshan was even more alarmed: "Was there a fork in the road when I came? ”

Blessing didn't speak, although she is not good at remembering faces, but remembering the road is an innate instinct, not to mention that because this is a mountain forest, she also pays special attention to whether there is a fork in the road.

Blessing said with a relaxed face: "Of course there is, don't worry, I remember the way, go quickly, otherwise I won't be able to deliver the manuscript in time." She pushed the hill and ran forward.

"Good da......" Xiaoshan also relaxed.

Blessing spit on the ground without a trace, I heard that this is a way to crack the ghost wall, Xiaoshan walked in front, Blessing secretly turned back, and the extra fork in the road was really gone.

Sure enough, did you encounter something unclean, Blessing felt goosebumps on his skin one by one, and hurriedly pulled the hill forward, chanting as he walked: "It's one o'clock now, the shooting starts at nine o'clock, and you have to leave three hours to read the manuscript, so you have to hand it in at six o'clock, five hours, 15,000 words, and you must write 3,000 words in an hour, come on, I'm optimistic about you." ”

The moonlight of the white forest shines in the mountains and forests, and the branches of the trees dance in the dark...... What a mountain spirit and water monster, all the terrifying atmosphere was swept away by the chatter of blessings.

The sky is terrible, and the pressure of delivery is terrible.

Even Xiao Shan, who was a little frightened just now, couldn't help laughing: "Also, if there is any incredible mountain ghost, it will definitely be written in an hour." After all, this is a story about the old mountain ghost himself, it's a big deal for her to tell it, I'll type it for her. ”

"Don't dream. Blessing smiled and pulled her forward.