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Xiao Ying.

Lu Ran will remember this name.

I look forward to meeting my friend, Xiaoying, again one day.

Lu Ran put the notebook into his backpack and sighed. He knew that maybe he wouldn't take it out again for a long time.

When he got home and finished dinner, Lu Ran sorted out the interview records of the day again, and by the way, he also took out the work content of the new study in the past few days to review it.

Before you know it, it's late at night.

Lu Ran yawned and prepared to close the computer and go to sleep.

But I heard a "ding" sound from the computer.

Lu Ran received a reminder of a new email.

Mail?

Lu Ran clicked on the email.

The title is "Hope to Advise".

The content reads: "Dr. Lu, I am surprised that you asked to read the script I wrote today. You're probably the first man who wasn't interested in my looks, but wanted to see me write a script. Haha (laughing emoji), just kidding.

Honestly, it makes me feel valued, unlike other people's attention to me, I can feel that you are taking me seriously.

I was trying to say something.

I don't know exactly what I'm trying to say, but maybe you do.

Without further ado, in short, thank you for taking the time to read patiently.

I found the manuscript I had written before.

I didn't finish the story, but I had an outline and draft that I had prepared at the time, and a beginning.

I can't wait to send it to you, so if you don't have the time, or if you're not interested, just delete it. ”

The payment was made by Ms. Wang.

It's Wang Ling. 【愛↑去△小↓說△網 Qu 】

It seems that proposing to read her script is the right strategy, so that she does not have to expose her heart directly, leaving a buffer zone for communication between them.

Wang Ling happily accepted it, and sent her manuscript to Lu Ran as soon as possible.

Lu Ranjue's sleepiness was completely gone, and he was now very interested in reading this manuscript.

He opens the attached document.

"I haven't decided on the title of the story yet, so let's read it directly. ”

Here's a thousand-word synopsis of the story.

Lu Ran read the whole story, and it only took less than ten minutes.

The story roughly tells the love story of a young man and a woman.

A man and a woman met at a good age, and beautiful emotions unfolded. However, in the process of getting along, they were surprised by each other's personalities and backgrounds, and there were all kinds of contradictions, and in the end they could only say goodbye to each other.

According to this template, the playwright of the past, Jia must have written countless versions of the story.

From the perspective of this main story line, I really don't see anything particularly new.

Lu Ran couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Although he was looking forward to seeing something amazing from Wang Ling, after all, Wang Ling's main business is still a singer.

However, he still couldn't restrain this disappointment in his heart.

Thinking of the eager and shy expression on Wang Ling's face when she talked about her dreams during the consultation, Lu Ran could only say that it seemed that she still had to put in a lot of hard work to figure out how to write a good story.

However, Lu Ran thought about it, such a bland story, a story that seems to happen to everyone around us.

Perhaps, it is Wang Ling's own personal experience?

Thinking like this, Lu Ran's interest came up again.

It is precisely because this story is close to life that this possibility is even greater.

Lu Ran then opened another file.

It is the beginning of a text added by Wang Ling.

The story was not finished, but she got up, and Lu Ran looked at it carefully.

"The girl and boy met in the late summer season by the sea.

On that day, the sea was high and the seagulls were gathered on the reef.

It was four o'clock in the morning.

No one will be on the beach at this time, except for the man who stands on the shore.

The girl stood behind him, looking at the man looking at the seagull from afar.

She knew that this person, like herself, who appeared on the beach in the early hours of the morning to watch the seagulls, was destined to meet her today. ”

The first few sentences are not long.

But it inadvertently attracted Lu Ran's attention.

Although the outline of the girl just now was written plainly, there is a flavor that can be seen between the lines at the beginning.

A taste of Wang Ling's own.

It catches the reader's eye and makes them want to keep reading.

Lu Ran was the reader who was hooked.

He clicked the mouse and tried to turn to the next page, but he couldn't.

"What, isn't it?"

Lu Ran took a closer look, and there was indeed no more.

The beginning of what she said turned out to be really just the beginning, not even a chapter.

Lu Ran pursed his lips, he still wanted to read more, it seemed that he had to reply to Wang Ling first and wait for her next email.

Lu Ran replied in the email, and then was thinking about how to use words, saying that he was looking forward to her next creation.

Just as he was pondering how to write, he suddenly remembered something.

When I was consulting Zhou Xiaoya, when I saw her painting for the first time, I didn't know why, and later I used the sunglasses given to him in the notebook to see the unknown plot.

The sunglasses, the pair of glasses he uses in his consultations, are able to visually connect the consciousness of the creator.

Lu Ran hurriedly rummaged through his backpack and found the pair of glasses.

Since this pair of glasses can see the truth in the painting, can't you see the idea in the text?

Lu Ran put on his glasses and looked back at the beginning of the paragraph he had just seen.

As soon as he opened the manuscript, Lu Ran immediately felt dizzy.

His surroundings twisted into his vision.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was no longer a computer screen in front of him.

He felt his vision widen suddenly.

He's outdoors, not indoors.

The wind blew on his face, and he felt a little cold.

In the distance, the chirping of seagulls could be heard.

He looked up.

It should be early in the morning.

The sky was gray with a hint of purple-blue.

Fog shrouded.

The waves crashed against the shore, making one sound after another of emptiness.

He came in.

Lu Ran knew that he had come in.

He was standing behind the camera, looking at the image presented in the text.

In the distance, on the shore, there was a man standing with his back to him, looking at the seagulls on the reef.

What he looks like, Lu Ran can't see it completely from the back.

However, he didn't look quite right.

When Lu Ran saw that text, what appeared in his mind was a polite, somewhat romantic, and poetic man.

However, why are the clothes on this man's body so messy.

There are only wide shorts underneath and a long-sleeved shirt on the top.

At first glance, he is either a madman or a beggar.

He also behaved strangely, holding a long black rope in his hand, which was connected from his hand to the hand of another person behind him.

It was a girl standing behind him.

The rope was tied around the girl's wrist, and the rope was two or three meters between them.

The girl was also dressed strangely, she was wearing a man's leather coat and a pair of loose pants that didn't fit at all.

From her loose hair and white face, it can be seen that she is a young and light little girl.

She asked softly, "Where are we going?"

The man didn't speak, he took a cigarette out of the pocket of his shirt and put it in his mouth, but he couldn't find a lighter, he looked left and right, his face sad.

When he turned his face in the direction of Lu Ran, Lu Ran saw his side face.

Big beard, thick eyebrows, deep eye sockets.

It's not ugly, it's a bit rough and deep after watching it for a long time.

But no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with a polite young man. Reading, a better reading experience.