After a night of heavy rain, the air began to slowly fill the air with a strong smell of early summer, and the estrus in the park continued to scream day and night, while its northern companions hid in the soil and waited for the first rays of sunlight to wake up its spring dream. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dazzling morning light shone on his face, Han Muxuan rubbed his head, thinking about how he was woken up from a sweet dream so early, damn it, he forgot to close the curtains before going to bed.

turned around and pulled up the quilt to cover his head, but he still slowly came to his senses, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and looked at it, and there was no reply to any unread messages.

In this era of peace, the years seem uneventful, and the peaceful life is not like a novel, without any thrilling. More than half a month has passed quietly, but Han Muxuan's life is still monotonous and bland, those who don't adapt to it are, and the lives of ordinary people are unwanton.

Lifting the white thin quilt, Han Muxuan propped up his sturdy upper body and rubbed his eyes with his hands, staggered to the bathroom like sleepwalking, and took a hot shower.

After shaving and washing his hair, he looked at the floor-to-ceiling mirror embedded in the wall, the man in the mirror had resolute pectoral muscles and obvious eight-pack abs, such a well-proportioned muscle line is naturally the result of long-term fitness. The shoulders are wide, the waist is narrow, the legs are long, and the legs are straight, and at the same time, they are not thin and thin, which can be said to have truly reached the highest level of dressing and thinning.

Blowing dry wet hair, Han Muxuan leaned in front of the mirror with a shy face and carefully observed it for a while, before squeezing out a pimple on the tip of his tall nose, and finally reluctantly left the bathroom.

After putting on his clothes and trousers, he casually threw a pile of dirty clothes into the washing machine, and he turned to go downstairs.

Blue sky and white clouds, gentle breeze.

The car was driving at high speed on the empty road in the western suburbs of Seoul, the windows were opened, and the breeze poured in seemed a little careless, faintly cool, with a slight fragrance, but Han Muxuan in the car was unaware, and his frowning thick eyebrows seemed to have something on his mind.

Just now, Han Muxuan ended the call with his agent, and Han Muxuan once again refused an advertising endorsement on the phone, which made the agent on the other end of the phone very unhappy. The agent makes money by sharing the contract, and Han Muxuan does not accept advertisements, which means that the agent has no income, and he is stubborn but stubborn, and in the end he naturally breaks up unhappily.

For the profession of modeling, Han Muxuan is just curious, trying to try novelty, and is not ready to invest in development. What's more, although this industry shows that it is glamorous, it is extremely dirty inside, full of all kinds of shady scenes and rules, although Han Muxuan has a good mentality, he can't bear that there are always people who want to hit him with crooked ideas, so he is ready to slowly reduce his itinerary, or he may simply quit.

After a while, the car was steadily parked in front of the gate of a five-story building, which looked a little old, and there was a small security room at the gate, and a plaque reading Shenshan School hung on it.

The famous, unofficial and non-famous Shen Shan Screenwriting School is located here, and after saying hello to the security uncle who poked his head out of the window, Han Muxuan drove straight in.

In 2005, Shen Shan Screenwriting School was established in South Korea by Shen Shan, a Korean screenwriter who won the Best Screenplay Award at the Baeksang Arts Awards for "No Sun" and wrote screenwriting books such as "Script Guide" and "Korean Style Screenwriting Writing".

There are a lot of names introduced, but Shen Shan himself is not famous, and no one knows about the corresponding so-called screenwriting school, which can be judged from the scene of the door, Han Muxuan also inquired about it two months ago before he found here.

The tuition fee is 1.2 million won, a total of 20 classes, one class a week, and you can take several more classes in a row, and the class time can be arranged freely. In addition to teaching how to write scripts, the school recommends good works to production companies, and also asks students to upload their works to script trading platforms such as the Korean script market, but so far, the so-called script platform is still in its infancy, and it is still far from maturity, and everyone who knows it knows that this is a gimmick.

Park the car, get out of the car and walk, a large number of plane trees are planted next to the wide bluestone brick sidewalk, and the dense foliage covers the morning sun, making the road very quiet and full of poetry.

On the second floor, the door of the principal's office opened, and a rich middle-aged man sat behind the desk, facing the middle-aged man, Han Muxuan respectfully folded and bowed.

"Good morning, teacher."

"Good morning, Mu Xuan, I came quite early today, it's rare." Seeing Han Muxuan, although the middle-aged man was a little surprised, he still responded with a smile.

This rich middle-aged man is the principal Shen Shan, Shen Shan, who has passed away, has a very elegant face, a frameless glasses frame on the bridge of his nose looks very intellectual, but the corresponding face is a little pale, and his body is already blessed, after all, he is middle-aged, and he is engaged in a career that is also a screenwriter and teacher, and lacks exercise.

"Let's go, let's go to the small classroom on the third floor, you are the only one who has a class scheduled in the morning, since you have arrived, we will start the class directly."

Without waiting for Han Muxuan's follow-up words, Shen Shan simply got up, took the teaching materials and books, and walked out of the office directly to the third floor.

The school has been established for less than two years, and it is an extremely unpopular major that teaches script writing, and there are relatively few students who come to study, after all, there are not many people like Han Muxuan who are willing to spend money to learn script writing.

Three hours later, the tedious and boring class finally ended, Han Muxuan got up and stretched comfortably, and after moving his stiff body, he stood quietly, silently waiting for the usual after-class homework assignment.

The long and uninterrupted lecture made Shen Shan a little thirsty, and he took a sip of tea from his teacup, becoming more and more satisfied with the modest, hard-working, studious, and upward student in front of him.

At the beginning, when Han Muxuan came to sign up for the screenwriting course training, his first feeling was that the son-in-law of which family was idle and the egg hurt, if he was interested in the entertainment industry, how easy it would be to be a trainee by virtue of his appearance, but why did he want to learn this unpopular and promising screenwriter, it was really strange.

"Today, there are two main points, the first point is to divide the natural paragraphs of the text by scenes, and at the beginning of each paragraph, a line of text is dedicated to indicate the scene number or mirror number, the time and place where the scene occurred, and so on. The second point is to clearly stipulate the method of filming from a technical point of view, and even give many more specific instructions to the other members of the film crew. Remember the key points and combine them with the notes you remember to consolidate them after you go back, and then try to write the script yourself, don't be embarrassed to write, and don't be afraid of what will happen if you don't write well, you must know that success is obtained through countless practices. ”

Shen Shan raised his hand and looked at his watch, only then did he realize that noon was almost over, he coughed lightly and put away the lesson plan, and he turned around and left directly.

Back in the car, Han Muxuan patted his slightly aching head, rubbing the corners of his sour eyes, thinking that nothing was as simple as he imagined.

I thought that screenwriting was script writing, and it was very simple, not just writing essays in the format, the difference was only long and short, and the previous essays were all full marks.

I didn't expect that after I really started learning, I realized that I was still too stupid and naïve, cumbersome, complicated, and extremely informative.

No matter how headache you have, you must insist, if you want to write the script in your head, you can't do it without systematic learning, and the plan that has been formulated must be implemented step by step, and the painful wind and rain is the best proof of the brilliant rainbow.