"Sign it, you are Shancai!"

Mai Xiaoyu opened the gate of the sheepfold for the first time and waited for the lamb in front of him to enter the circle. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Chen Qiaoen shook his head: "I didn't mean that, and I never thought about being an actor." ”

She just wants to tell Mai Xiaoyu that Maizi's comics and Mai's novels are very suitable for adaptation into film and television dramas.

It's just that it's not easy to create long-form comics, and you can't expect Maizi to create one or more comics within a year, and then adapt them into film and television dramas.

But wheat can.

"Ghost Blowing the Lantern" Chen Qiaoen is not easy to say, but if "Why Sheng Xiaomo" is adapted into a film and television drama, I believe the effect will not be bad.

The most important thing is that after "Why Sheng Xiaomo" is finished, Maizi can write another urban romance novel.

Even if it is published once a year, it is equivalent to reserving a classic script for the cute people every year. When the time comes, it will be adapted by Ah Zheng and made into a TV series, which will be of great benefit to the company.

"Mr. Mai, what do you think of my proposal?"

What the hell is this little lamb doing?

Mai Xiaoyu looked at Chen Qiaoen for a moment, touched his chin and said, "It sounds like there is some truth. ”

"Makes sense. "I know that literary creation is not easy, and I need to collect materials to experience life. I studied journalism, and I used to work as a freelance writer, so I accumulated a lot of material. Mr. Mai, you can arrange for me to have an interview with Mr. Mai, and I will tell him the materials I have collected in the past two years to provide ideas and inspiration for his creation. ”

Heh, hehe.

Mai Xiaoyu understood Chen Qiaoen's intentions and couldn't help laughing.

Shake your wit with me again?

Wheat creation needs to experience life?

Need to collect footage?

All you need to do is remember what happened in the dream!

"Wheat has autism and doesn't want to see people. If you really have a heart, you can sort out the material, and I'll pass it on to him. ”

You scold yourself for having autism, is that okay?

Chen Qiaoen slandered in his heart, and his eyes rolled: "Okay then." However, I can't give it to him for free, and I want to see the manuscript of the next few volumes of "Ghost Blowing the Lantern". By the way, how many volumes has he written?"

Mai Xiaoyu didn't think much about it, and said casually: "The eighth volume is almost finished." ”

It was only the fifth chapter that day, and now it's almost finished?

Chen Qiaoen looked at Mai Xiaoyu in amazement, and firmly believed in his judgment even more, Mai Xiaoyu is wheat!

Only in this way can it be more convenient for him to contact Maizi, Ah Zheng and Xiao Yu'er, and after gaining their trust, he will set up a trap to threaten him.

"Mr. Mai, you also know that I am a fan of Mr. Mai, since he has autism and is inconvenient to meet people, can you help me get an autograph?"

There are quirks!

Mai Xiaoyu didn't know that Chen Qiaoen had found important clues in his computer, but he instinctively felt that there was something wrong with the other party.

"Yes. As long as you sign a contract with the company, when the company shoots "Flower Man", you will play Shancai, and I am confident that you will become popular in one drama. Not to mention the signatures of wheat, the signatures of wheat, Ah Zheng, and Xiaoyuer, how many you want. ”

"But I don't want to be an actor. Besides, isn't it good for Sister Tao to play Shancai?"

"The image doesn't match, the play is wrong. ”

"What about Sissi, she's your sister, you won't leave such a good role to her?"

"Good is not necessarily suitable, and I've got it for her. ”

"What about Lin Zhiling? She is very beautiful, and during the filming of "Pink Girl", her heartthrob look was very popular on the Internet. ”

"What do you think of her delicate appearance, what does her whole body look like a weed?"

"You mean, I'm like a weed?" Chen Qiaoen pursed his lips, "I'm not happy!"

"You don't look like it, but you have good acting skills, whether it's a weed or a lotus, you can perform. ”

Am I good at acting?

What do you mean?

Did he find something?

No way, I've been careful not to show any flaws.

Chen Qiaoen looked up and down in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Why do you think I have good acting skills?"

"Intuition, don't you think we're very fated to do it? I'll keep this show for you until the day you say yes. ”

Who is related to you?

Talking weirdly, as if confessing to a marriage proposal.

Chen Qiaoen's beautiful eyes flickered, but there was an inexplicable little happiness in his heart, and he did not directly refuse for the first time.

"Then I'll think about it. First of all, I don't know when I will be able to think about it, and I won't necessarily say yes. ”

……

National Day, the whole country celebrates.

With a seven-day holiday, Golden Week lives up to its name. The tourism market is booming, the overall supply and demand are booming, and the people use real money to consume and contribute to the country's GDP.

As the capital of China, Yanjing welcomes a large number of tourists at this time of year.

Tourist attractions are crowded with people, and people can't see the scenery at all, but tourists complain and still enjoy the fun of holiday travel in their hearts.

However, not everyone will be able to enjoy the holiday season.

October 3rd.

A flight departing from the United States and landing at Capital International Airport.

With tears on his face, he held the black urn and walked off the flight accompanied by his uncle, aunt and Wu Guodong and others.

Wang Changgui, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, stood outside the exit in civilian clothes. There were also a few people nearby, of various ages. Judging from the upright posture of their standing, most of them are also police officers.

October 5th.

Autumn is crisp and clear.

Wan'anli, Xiangshan South Road, Wan'an Cemetery.

A brand new headstone stacked with lots of flowers.

Shu Chang stood in front of the tombstone, looked at the new tombstone, and looked at the slightly old tombstone next to him after several years of wind and rain, the immature delicate body trembled, and tears fell like rain.

Under these two tombstones are the two most important relatives in her life.

One is a mother and the other is an older brother.

A middle-aged man walked over, offered a white gardenia in front of the tombs of Dong Ping and Song Ma, and then hugged Shu Chang lightly, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry." ”

Gardenia, gardenia, sorry.

Gardenia, gardenia, sorry.

Gardenia, gardenia, sorry.

……

There are men and women, old and young, tall and short, fat and thin, one after another to send gardenias, hugging comfortably, dropping a "sorry", turning around and leaving.

There was no conversation between them, not even eye contact, as if they didn't know each other at all.

Not far away, Wang Changgui silently looked at those people and sighed: "I used to be a brother, but now I am a stranger." ”

Wu Guodong's eyes were red, and he sneered: "Mr. Gui, who do you think caused it?"

Wang Changgui was silent, pretending not to hear.

Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in front of the tombstone, and Shu Chang's aunt walked up to her and put her arm around her weak shoulder: "Changchang, don't be sad, your mother has a spirit in the sky, and I don't want to see you cry into tears." ”

Shu Chang didn't seem to hear it, and looked around with tears in his eyes, looking for something.

Seeing this, Wang Changgui asked Wu Guodong: "You didn't tell Wheat?"

"Why do you want to tell him, don't you think he hasn't been under enough pressure in the past few years?"

"Pingzi's affair was an accident......

"What about Wheat? He was detained for more than 60 days, expelled from school, and beaten by his fellow inmates......

As he was talking, Shu Chang suddenly shouted at Wu Guodong: "Uncle Wu, he didn't come!" (To be continued.) )