Today's contract has been sent.,So hurry up and smash me to death with collections、Recommendation.,In addition, the new book period starts tomorrow and starts at 6K every day.。

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Film scripts generally refer to the various forms of writing that describe the characters and actions of the whole film in words. It has four basic components: scene description, characters, dialogue, and action description. A good script is the premise and foundation of a great movie.

Even if it is plagiarism to write a movie script, this is definitely a fool's thing for a college student who graduated from mechanical engineering, and even more so for a guy who has no literary background at all.

But in reality, there is a saying that 'time waits for no one'.

Li Huanhuan did get the memory of the dead house, but for foreign objects, and it was not the memory he once had, as time progressed, many parts began to blur or forget.

When Li Huanhuan discovered this problem twenty days ago, he began to study these memories harder, and recorded important things in the computer one by one.

For a month, Li Huanhuan learned guitar during the day, danced in the afternoon, practiced guitar at night, recorded the memory in his brain, plus learned music knowledge, learned film and TV script creation, the only thing he was fortunate enough to be happy was that he was just learning how to write, as for the original or something, Li Huanhuan just recorded a few movies and TV series that were rare in the mind of the dead house, and what was recorded was only a situation similar to the outline.

Although a small part of the memories have been forgotten in a month's time, what has been forgotten is what Li Huanhuan does not care about at all, and what is left is what is really useful to him.

And this month is also like Li Huanhuan himself said, this is a hellish life, getting up at 7 o'clock in the morning, going out at 7:30 a.m., and arriving at the destination around 8:10 to practice the guitar.

Lunch is left at noon, dance practice starts at 1 p.m., and at 7 p.m. I go home for a simple meal, which is usually a takeout, and then I start a new study until about 2 a.m.

Except for the time of traveling, eating and sleeping, this guy is studying for more than 17 hours a day, and those friends who teach him guitar and dance think that this guy is crazy, why is he learning these things? And so hard.

Sitting cross-legged on the small bed in front of the computer, wrapped in a blue quilt, Li Huanhuan was tapping quickly on the keyboard with his hands, and now he was trying to copy his first script, and his mind was also recalling the movie called "The Gift of Room Seven" at high speed.

Although such a script can't be copied out now, but with the real thing, Li Huanhuan can learn, compare, and revise it more haode, as for the original one, although I don't know if they have him, if there is, then I can only say sorry.

But what's a little funny is that Li Huanhuan is also a man who can bend and stretch, if you don't count the changes in the company in the past two years, he is also a real tough guy, but now this guy is recording the script, while frantically recalling the plot of the movie in his mind, there is a feeling of watching a movie in person, and his eyes are still a little red.

"Phew, although it's a little lonely at home alone, I won't be seen by anyone who looks embarrassed!" Li Huanhuan wiped his eyes, turned on the music player and directly played a soundtrack of Mission Impossible "theme.from.mission.impossible", and although this song is very famous, ordinary people really don't listen to it every day.

But Li Huanhuan has been circulating every night during this time, and I always feel that this soundtrack gives people a feeling of tension, mystery, and oppression, although there is something wrong with oppression, but this feeling can make it easier for Li Huanhuan to concentrate his spirit, and make him think of the crisis facing the company, so that he can be as strict as he is now.

"Bang Bang!"

The sound of music and keyboard tapping are intertwined, Li Huanhuan, who is wrapped in a quilt, looks a little weird, and there is no light in the room in the middle of the night, only the light of the display screen beats.

"Click!"

A soft sound from the door on the right side did not alarm Li Huanhuan at all, and his hands were still banging frantically.

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Jiang Minjing held the vase in his left hand, and gently pushed open the door with his right hand, and in just one second, Jiang Minjing's whole person was Spartan.

This was supposed to be the computer room at home, which was supposed to have two computers and two chairs, and then ...... There is no then.

But looking at the current computer room, which is not too big, there is a single bed with a black guitar and a pile of messy books on the bed, plus a large pile of garbage next to the computer desk, Jiang Minjing thinks......

"It must be the wrong way I opened it!"

Jiang Minjing, who hadn't been home for a long time, subconsciously closed the door, and then pushed it open again......

Wrong......

Closed...... Open it...... Still not right......

Close the ...... again Open the ...... again

When Jiang Minjing opened the door for the third time, the obvious cold wind blew and made Li Huanhuan turn his head, and under the white light of the monitor, the handsome face with a little stubble and a little haggard, coupled with the quilt wrapped around his body, a 'evil' aura arose spontaneously.

Coupled with the "theme.from.mission.impossible" that has been circulating, it makes people feel even more weird.

"Ahh Perverts die! Jiang Minjing seemed to see an evil uncle smiling at him for a moment, and Jiang Minjing, who will officially turn 19 this year, was so frightened that he threw the vase in his hand over.

The gorgeous parabola of the old girl's magic skills.

"Bang!"

"!! Bastard, you're going to murder your brother!! ”

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Ten minutes later, the lights in the living room of the villa were on, and the two of them were sitting on the sofa talking something.

"Ouch!!"

"Painful !!"

"You're serious about killing me, aren't you?"

Jiang Minjing withdrew the cotton swab in his right hand with some shrinkage, looking at Li Huanhuan with anger on his face, and the swollen bag on his forehead, he was a little scared and couldn't help laughing at the same time.

"What kind of expression do you have, I'll just say you...... Don't turn your head, hate me so much? Will you kill me as soon as you come back? Li Huanhuan asked while rubbing medicine on his forehead.

Fortunately, the quality of the vase is excellent, and it didn't break when it was thrown over like this, but the trick is that this bastard girl threw it so accurately, the parabola is perfect, and zuihou is the heart in the middle.

Jiang Minjing turned his head with a well-behaved smile on his face, and stuck out his little tongue as if he was cute: "How come, people are just scared, who told Oba in the middle of the night to play music so loudly, and, yes, Oba's new look is simply decadent to the extreme, although Oba was just ordinary handsome, but he can be regarded as a handsome guy, but now he ......"

That's what he said, but Jiang Minjing is in a good mood at the moment, at least he can bury the incident of the two of them in the hospital last time.

Seeing the happy appearance of this cheap sister's mouth running out of two pear vortices, Li Huanhuan reached over with his right hand directly and pinched the tender flesh of her cheek, originally wanted to pinch the small egg on her forehead, but it was too difficult to start, so he could only give up temporarily.