"Teacher Wang, something of yours has been dropped. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Director Zhang can see clearly.

Wang Shuai said while changing his clothes: "Oh, it's okay, it's not an important thing. ”

Director Zhang looked at the small notebook he folded, writing something in scribbled handwriting, and Director Zhang couldn't help but be a little curious, and asked, "Teacher Wang, can I take a look at this thing?" ”

"You are casual," Wang Shuai said, "This thing is really idle when I was putting on makeup just now, and I wrote and played casually." ”

I saw the director slowly unfold the small notebook, and then two pages of paper appeared in front of him, with very scribbled handwriting, writing lines of sentences of different lengths.

"Keep it simple, keep it simple

Don't be attached to delicate makeup

You're not an actor

Don't wear those masks

If you lie, you have to tell it over and over again

Sometimes it's too hypocritical, like an untalented actor

In fact, the audience can see through it at a glance

I also feel disgusted with your performance

Forcing someone who loves you the most to improvise

Don't put away the bottom line at any time

Adapt to the changes of the times and laugh at those clumsy performances

But I also began to become helpless, exaggerated and hypocritical

What do I have to become to delay change?

It turns out that when you let go of your desires, you don't care about these things

That's the test

I don't want to do whatever you want

After all, my acting skills are also limited

I'm not a professional actor

Eventually, everything will return to normal."

The director looked at the words left on the paper and looked shocked.

Wang Shuai changed back into his clothes, turned around, and found that the director was holding the two pieces of paper he had just used in both hands, trembling constantly.

"Director, what's wrong with you?"

The director raised his head and looked at Wang Shuai, his eyes full of excitement: "Teacher Wang, this is ...... Did you really write this? ”

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Wang, you are really talented," the director's artistic attainments seemed to be very high, "Excuse me, is this the word you wrote?" ”

"Resignation? How can I write words, you are really joking. Wang Shuai shook his head and walked easily towards the interview car.

The director said in the back: "Mr. Wang, your words." ”

Wang Shuai didn't look back, and waved his hand: "If you like it, keep it for yourself, and throw it in the trash if you don't like it." ”

Wang Shuai, who got out of the car, once again regained his true colors as a teacher. Under the car, Ling Xiaosu was discussing the video editing with the editor.

"This place, when you come out, you must have a soundtrack, with very strong music, the kind of music that can detonate the audience as soon as you appear." Ling Xiaosu pointed out at the picture just recorded.

"Okay, no problem." The editor nodded yes.

Wang Shuai came behind Ling Xiaosu and said, "Mr. Ling, it's not too early, if there is nothing else, I'll leave first." ”

Ling Xiaosu's energy was now focused on the video she had just recorded, she glanced back at Wang Shuai and said, "Well, then Mr. Wang, you should go first." ”

"Okay, bye-bye."

After saying hello, Wang Shuai turned around and left.

Soon after Wang Shuai left, the director slowly walked down from the interview car with Wang Shuai's "Mobao", still looking a little excited.

"Director Zhang, you came just in time, come over and sum it up together, how to edit this video better." Ling Xiaosu looked down at the video and said.

For a long time, the director didn't mean to come over, and Ling Xiaosu couldn't help but look up: "Director Zhang, what's wrong with you?" ”

Looking at the director's absent-minded and absent-minded look, Ling Xiaosu couldn't help frowning a little. Working hours, such a distraction, this is a great disrespect for work.

"Director Zhang, Director Zhang!" The editor on the side saw Ling Xiaosu's displeasure and pushed the director with his hand.

The director woke up like a dream: "Oh, Mr. Ling, you told me something?" ”

"Mr. Ling just asked you to work together on the matter of staff editing." The editor whispered a reminder from the side.

"Oh, okay, staff, staff immediately." In a panic, the director folded the things in his hand and stuffed them into his pocket.

Ling Xiaosu saw that the director attached great importance to this piece of paper, so she asked, "Director Zhang, what is it in your hand?" ”

Director Zhang said: "Oh, it's the two pieces of paper left by Mr. Wang just now. ”

"Two pieces of paper?" The editor was puzzled.

Ling Xiaosu asked, "Two pieces of paper, will you value it so much?" Take it and take a look. ”

The director's attitude also aroused Ling Xiaosu's curiosity.

Although he was very reluctant, under Ling Xiaosu's gaze, the director still took out the paper left by Wang Shuai.

Ling Xiaosu took the two pieces of paper, opened them slowly, and then began to read Wang Shuai's creations in his spare time.

Ling Xiaosu herself has no artistic cells, after reading it, although she feels refreshing, but she doesn't have such a big reaction as the director, she just thinks that this Wang Shuai's writing is very literary, as for the rest, she can't feel it.

"Isn't it just a few lines? I don't see anything famous. The editor stood aside and spoke.

This sentence seemed to touch the director's bottom line, and I saw that his expression instantly became excited, and he grabbed the editor by the shoulder and said: "When you read these words, don't you have a melody in your ears?" ”

"Melody?" The editor shook his head very seriously, "No. ”

Director Zhang said with a look of fascination: "I read every sentence here, and for some reason, there will always be a melody in my ears." ”

"Really?" The editor was skeptical.

Ling Xiaosu also smelled: "What kind of melody?" ”

"A tune."

"Tunes?"

"Yes, it's a tune, but when paired with these words, it's a song." Director Zhang said, "A song that will definitely be popular all over the country." ”

"Director Zhang, you don't have a fever, do you?" The editor said, "Even if this is really a song, how can a song written in a hurry become popular all over the country?" What's more, Mr. Wang is not a professional musician. ”

"I'm honest, why don't you believe it!" The director was a little anxious, and he was a little angry at the way others questioned his eyes.

"Alright, alright," Ling Xiaosu took over at this time, "I don't care, it's the words or the songs written on it, but now is not the time to discuss this." ”

After that, Ling Xiaosu put Wang Shuai's two pieces of paper in his hands: "These two things are temporarily kept by me." ”

"Mr. Ling, how can you win people's favor......"

"Huh?" Ling Xiaosu frowned slightly.

Director Zhang immediately changed his words: "Mr. Ling said to accept it, and we unanimously agreed." ”

Looking at Director Zhang's attitude that he valued so much, Ling Xiaosu couldn't help but secretly say in his heart: "Could it be that this thing is really so amazing?" She thought about it carefully, and the word "love" appeared in front of her eyes, which made Ling Xiaosu feel strange in her heart. (To be continued.) )