About twenty minutes or so

After Ye Yu finished reading it, he closed the booklet, and a trace of turmoil set off in his heart, which was forcibly pressed down by him.

"How?" Aunt looked at Ye Yu with a smile and asked.

This screenwriter's aunt is the gold medal screenwriter - Su Xianjing.

Of course, although Ye Yu has watched the TV series, who will remember the name of the screenwriter? So Ye Yu didn't know the name of the screenwriter's aunt.

"Inner, aunt, it's very well written, it's very attractive, especially the character of Gao Enxing, although it is only briefly described in the outline, but the image of being strong and kind has already jumped on the paper" Ye Yu said with a smile.

"Hehe, it's good if you like it" The screenwriter's aunt nodded with satisfaction, she was also very happy, after all, her story was recognized, didn't she? Although there is no shortage of recognition for her work.

"However, the character of Zhang Shuzi is described too little, and the setting of suddenly taking Gao Enxing into the house is too reluctant, and explaining some of the intersection between her and Gao Enxing before is, this intersection should be an important hub that affects the development of the whole story"

Ye Yu regretted it a little after speaking, what am I doing, I really commented, besides, other people's scripts have not been written, how do you know that people will not write like this, and people will definitely write like this, because their comments are still based on the impression of the TV series written by others! How ridiculous! Show amateur skills in front of an expert.

"I'm sorry aunt, I said nonsense" Ye Yu hurriedly apologized.

The screenwriter's aunt shook her head: "It's okay, you're right, I was going to make changes in this regard, but your thoughts coincide with mine!" ”

"Where, I happened to it" Ye Yu didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

The screenwriter's aunt couldn't help but smile and scolded when she looked at Ye Yu's careful appearance: "You, you're too modest, you don't have the rash confidence of a young man at all, this is not necessarily a good thing"

Ye Yu smiled helplessly: "What my aunt taught me is"

"Okay, tell me what you think, my aunt wants to hear it" The screenwriter's aunt seemed to care about Ye Yu's opinion.

Ye Yu hesitated, he actually didn't know anything about the script or anything, what he just said was based on the impression of the TV series.

Not to mention, the original author is in front of him, and according to the TV series, it is a bit of a deception and stealing fame, quite shameless, and Ye Yu is not so thick-skinned.

"Aunt E, there's nothing else, you've set it up very well" Ye Yu could only shirk it like this.

The screenwriter's aunt glared, a little dissatisfied, but she didn't want to force Ye Yu, so she had to say: "Okay, then you mentioned the character of Zhang Shuzi just now, you must have an idea, right?" Stop being sloppy."

When Ye Yu heard this, he sighed secretly: Just say this, it shouldn't be shameless, right?

"I think the encounter between Zhang Shuzi and Gao Enxing should be revised"

"How?"

"Alzheimer's, encounter, difficulty, observation, inheritance" Ye Yu said five words, and then shut up.

However, after listening to it, the screenwriter's aunt fell into deep thought, frowned, took a pen and began to write and draw in the blank space of the booklet.

Ye Yu didn't bother her, she watched quietly, and finally her aunt put down the pen.

"Xiao Ye, you really don't look like a high school student," the screenwriter's aunt looked at Ye Yu and said suddenly.

Ye Yu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Auntie, this is a compliment, right?" ”

"Sort of" the screenwriter's aunt laughed: "Okay, it's not too early, let's go"

After finishing speaking, he was about to get up, Ye Yu hurriedly went over to support him, and then the two went down the mountain together.

When they arrived at the bottom of the mountain, when they were about to separate, both of them were a little reluctant, Ye Yu felt that the screenwriter's aunt was very kind, like the teacher who took the most care of him when he was a child, and could give him the feeling of a mother.

The screenwriter's aunt admires this child's quality, admires his talent, and regrets his life experience, although she hasn't said it, but in the conversation from this morning to now, the screenwriter's aunt has basically guessed Ye Yu's life experience.

After all, she is a screenwriter, and her ability to observe and write stories is so strong, how could she not notice the abnormality in Ye Yu's body, from Ye Yu's words, Ye Yu lives alone, cooks breakfast by herself, studies and works part-time, has excellent grades, is excessively excellent, but never mentions her parents.

The clothes were clean, but they were untidy, wrinkled, and obviously unironed, and when he mentioned his mother, he could not hide the sadness in his eyes. Therefore, the screenwriter's aunt concluded that Ye Yu was either an orphan, or he lost his mother at an early age and was a single-parent child.

Either way, it's not comfortable.

"Xiaoye, do you have a mobile phone?" The screenwriter's aunt said to Ye Yu: "Leave a phone call, my aunt will invite you to dinner when I am free."

Ye Yu was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "Okay aunt, but if you want to please, I will invite you."

"Stinky boy!" The screenwriter's aunt shook her head helplessly.

The two exchanged phones and waved goodbye.

After saying goodbye to his aunt, Ye Yu packed up his mood and set off again, although it was quite unexpected to meet a screenwriter, but Ye Yu was not at ease, Girls' Generation, Shen Shijing had seen it, and that little broken child, and then it was not difficult to accept multiple screenwriters. After all, in a small place, there are many entertainers, which is normal.

Now, Ye Yu is used to it, and every time he goes to a place, he meets an artist, and he is not surprised at all, and he doesn't care.

After that, Ye Yu went to many places, but nothing unexpected happened, as always, Ye Yu browsed in various places, looked at the mountains, looked at the water, and occasionally looked at the beauties on the road, which was also a great joy in life.

The night is getting dark, the time is half past eight in the evening, Ye Yu also introduced the day's journey, strolling on the way home, home is his last stop, and this station, the location of home is not far from him, after crossing the Han River Bridge and walking 2 kilometers to arrive.

And now Ye Yu is strolling in the Han River Bridge.

Sometimes look at the traffic, sometimes look at the river, sometimes look at the lights in the distance, and sometimes look at the dark road under your feet.

"Click"

Suddenly, Ye Yu stopped suddenly.

He stood straight in place, his eyes looking ahead, and not far in front of him, there was a petite figure lying on the fence of the bridge, looking at the river below the bridge.

Ye Yu suddenly felt that a large basin of dog blood seemed to be splashed in front of him.

In the face of sudden dog blood, should I dodge and dodge? Or do you not move and let it splash on you?

"It's so dark, and I can't see clearly, not necessarily."

"It must be La, look at that little short leg, that height, that body shape, and who is so boring except her!"

"Or go back!"

"Just pretend you can't see it and just walk over!"

"What if she sees it?"

"What are you afraid of! She doesn't know you! ”

"That's right!"

Two talking villains popped up in Ye Yu's mind.

"Huh? What am I afraid of, I didn't do anything wrong, they did it, right? Ye Yu laughed self-deprecatingly.

Thinking of this, Ye Yu's footsteps began to move forward.

But the more I moved, the closer I got closer, the slower my steps became, and finally I stopped.

In the end, Ye Yu looked at the side face of the person in front of him blankly, and a trace of intoxication and entanglement flashed in his eyes.

A minute passes. "That's it" Ye Yu sighed, and then turned around: "I can't afford to provoke, I can hide"

After saying that, he planned to go backwards and not pass by her side. "Oops"

Just as Ye Yu had just taken two steps, a girl's cry of pain came from behind him.

Ye Yu turned around abruptly and saw the petite figure, sitting on the ground with his legs crossed, as if something was wrong.

Ye Yu didn't think about it, he quickly ran to her side and squatted down, and asked with a straight face: "What's wrong, where does it hurt?" "Ho!"

The girl didn't seem to expect someone to suddenly appear and was startled.

But when she heard the words of the good-looking big boy in front of her, her pretty face suddenly turned red. "I didn't have anything to do for standing for too long, I'm sorry I have cramps" made her feel embarrassed, embarrassed, very embarrassed.

"The head of the leaf balance slid down four black lines.

However, such a thing happened to the immature girl in front of her, Ye Yu was not surprised at all, because she was already lacking roots.

Looking at the pretty face that was close to this foot, Ye Yu's heart was a little confused, until the clenched fist, the pain of his nails inserting into the flesh made him sober, and he didn't know how long he was going to be in a daze.

The girl thought that her words made the person in front of her speechless, and she was even more embarrassed, and she didn't dare to raise her head or speak.

"Since it's okay, then I'll go" Ye Yu stood up.

"Ne, you walk slowly, Mianae, I just made you worried" The girl was very polite.

Ye Yu nodded, then walked quickly past the girl and walked forward.

When the girl saw Ye Yu walking away, she also struggled to stand up, enduring the pain and moving her cramping right leg, she had been practicing for a day today, and she still ran to stand still for almost an hour, if she didn't cramp, there would be a ghost!

I looked at my watch, it was not early, I had to go back, otherwise my roommate would be worried.

So the girl, enduring the pain, limped and moved slowly.

Ye Yu, who was walking in front, had already lost a lot of money, and only cared about staying away from her, so at this time, he had already walked out of a very far place.

The ghost made the god worse, Ye Yu glanced back, and happened to see the girl limping away holding on to the railing in the distance.

He froze for a moment, wanted to turn back, stopped again, wanted to continue walking, but hesitated.

I struggled for a while.

“MD！ The old guy said, men, you must have grace, no matter how bad your character is, you can't have bad demeanor! I'll go up to any girl I meet to help! Ye Yu made an excuse for himself.

Then he trotted up and ran quickly to the girl.

The girl who was slowly moving on to the railing saw that the boy was running towards her side just now, and she was a little at a loss, and suddenly stood still, secretly nervous.

I saw Ye Yu walk in front of the girl, and then turned around and bent down to face the girl.

"I'll carry you," Ye Yu said lightly.

"Ah, no, no, this senior" Seeing this, the girl hurriedly refused.

"Come up! Are you happy when you come to the end of your feet? Ye Yu said coldly.

Being frightened by Ye Yu like this, the girl was stunned.

"AA senior, what are you doing!"

Just when the girl was still hesitating, Ye Yu, who was waiting impatiently, directly took the girl's hands, wrapped them around his neck, and then turned around and picked the girl up.

"Don't move, you're heavy!" Ye Yu scolded.

The girl suddenly stopped moving: "Inside"

However, Ye Yu still heard her muttering in a low voice: I'm not heavy.

The two stopped talking, and Ye Yu carried the girl on his back and walked quietly on the Han River Bridge

On the left is the endless flow of the river, and on the right is the endless flow of traffic.

Ye Yu felt the fragrance of the girl behind him, a faint snort came from his ears, and a wry smile finally appeared on his face: If life is only as first seen, why is it you.

Remember there is a saying, which goes like this:

Love is like a river, the left bank is the laughter of the millennium, the right bank is the eternal silence under the candlelight, and the middle is the faint loneliness of the years. What is blown by the wind is always the floating sorrow, only the loneliness of the heartless person, and the wind that can't blow away.