Sure enough, as Shao Qing expected, Yan Qing had no idea what was happening downstairs.

After Miao Miao finished cleaning herself up and led the cameraman Tan Sen back to her office from the conference room on the first floor, Yan Qing even continued to coax Miao Miao a few words, thinking that she was still resentful of Shao Qing.

Under the lens of the rebooted camera, the two continued to discuss the manuscript from the tree hole that was screened out by Yili and thought that it had a certain adaptation value.

After going through all these manuscripts, Yan Qing read out a draft in a low, magnetic narration to the camera:

…………

"It's been thirteen years since I wanted to say something...

During this time, I was married twice and then divorced.

Now that I am suffering from an incurable disease, when I am dying, every time I look back on the past, it is not my two ex-wives who think about it the most.

I found myself haunted by her.

Men are always so pathetic that they can't meet their most suitable girl at the most suitable time.

…

I can't help but think that if I hadn't been too self-conscious, too self-conscious, I would have been with her in the last part of my life.

Instead of being like now: every day a person wakes up in pain after the analgesics that hit him from drowsiness, and then he is alone in the sunset.

Whenever I think of this, I feel a little glad...

Rather than let her go through the pain of losing a lover, I would rather suffer this pain alone.

…

Thirteen years ago, I was thirty-six, my career had been successful, and my steady image and humorous conversation helped me walk among all kinds of girls with ease.

At that time, the people around me used these profligate behaviors as fodder for me, and I gradually believed that there was no girl I couldn't take with the theory I made up.

It wasn't until I met a strange girl in Huadu City, Guangdong Province, and forgive me for the poor words in my mind when describing her beauty, all in all, I was deeply attracted to her.

At the time, I thought it was just another simple game.

As usual, I didn't rush forward to disturb her, but after investigating her education, work situation, eating habits, reading preferences, hobbies, and even her growth environment through some trivial means, I tried my best to create a perfect encounter.

In the underground passage where she took the subway home, with the help of a few fox friends who acted as passers-by, I played a few good tunes with my violin in front of her eyes, and completed her sales task ahead of time for a little girl selling flowers in the underground passage.

In the end, I chose the last half of the broken white rose left in the girl's basket as my reward, and then asked her in a low voice if she would mind giving it to her sister in a trench coat who was watching nearby.

In this way, I managed to intervene in her life with a beautiful encounter.

In just a few days together, I was well prepared.

She was "unexpectedly" and "pleasantly surprised" to find that we were so compatible, from Socrates to Hegel, from Bach to Liszt, from Yunnan Shengpu to Mojito with absinthe, from Ji Yifan's "Going North" to Lin Shufu's "Rainy Night's Annoyance".

Just when I felt the opportunity to stay at her house and was overjoyed, I didn't hold back my rush and made a wrong step.

When coaxing her, I accidentally revealed that I had asked her classmates for information, and even if I came up with all kinds of romantic surprises prepared in advance at her house, it would not help.

It turned out to be more exposed, and she guessed that it all came from my careful design.

After giving me a hard slap and kicking me out of the house, she just disappeared into my world.

I still remember what she said to me before closing the door:

"Liking a person is not just making a list and then pretending to live like the list describes, you scumbag who plays with women's feelings, you don't deserve to talk about liking!"

…

I often fantasize:

If there is no terminally ill malignant osteoma cancer;

If only I had another chance to do it again.

I'm sure I'll forget about the bullshit and try my best to pursue her once. ”

…………

After Miao Miao listened to Yan Qing's reading, she rarely expressed her objections, and she whispered close to Yan Qing's ear:

"Brother Qing'er, why are you helping the scumbag to wash his name."

Yan Qing silently withdrew from the space that was gentlemanly enough, and smiled at the camera:

"Actually, it's not about whitewashing the scumbag, he or that girl won't actually appear in our script in the end..."

Yan Qing skillfully uses the experience and experience he has learned from "Towards Rustic Drama":

"The inspiration for the creation of the script is indeed from life, but the screenwriter will also do some corresponding artistic processing to make the final storyline have enough conflicts and contradictions, and then promote the development of the plot through these conflicts."

Yan Qing confidently said to Miao Miao:

"I already have some ideas, I'll make a script framework in the past two days, and you help me pay attention to when the preparation for our second issue of reading will start, and the script you see at that time will definitely not be a story of whitewashing for scumbags."

"Brother Qing, I understand what you said, when I was studying at the Arts Management Training School, our teacher talked about the script creation idea of "Save the Cat", which is to design some orderly dramatic conflicts to promote the development of the plot."

Miao Miao somewhat understood what Yan Qing meant, and willingly cooperated with Yan Qing in front of the camera:

"So we're going to have to make a big revision to this story, right, is it just in time?"

"It's a bit rushed, but it's not a big problem, I'll go back to the study to sort out my thoughts, and I'll start writing when I think clearly."

Yan Qing already has a draft of how to adapt this story, and he plans to integrate such a story into the absurd setting background of the time loop, and refer to "Groundhog Day" to make a book that conforms to the Chinese background.

In this way, Tan Sen carried the camera and followed Yan Qing to shoot some more shots in the study:

Yan Qing is concentrating on the shot conceived by the pen;

Yan Qing's shot of setting the story frame on the manuscript paper:

Yan Qing held a sketch pencil and sketched the shots of the sub-shot lighting design;

Think through the footage of a certain paragraph.

It wasn't until near the twilight of the imperial capital that Tamson left contentedly with a camera full of material.

…………

The next morning, Yan Qingmiao met with Shao Qing, Weng Huaijing, and Zhou Peipei on time at Caochangdi Art Village.

Seeing Miao Miao greet Shao Qing affectionately and sweetly say "Sister Qing", this simply made Yan Qing doubt the authenticity of what he experienced yesterday.

Shao Qing looked at Yan Qing with a confused look, and she replied with a smile:

"This is my secret with Meow".

"Okay."

Yan Qing responded, and didn't dwell on this anymore, the relationship between the two of them is better than the relationship between the two of them.

By replying to Shao Qing's words, Yan Qing secretly glanced at the one standing behind Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei.

Weng Huaijing wore a fisherman's hat with a black brim hanging down to cover his eyes, a dark gray printed T-shirt with a white shirt tied around his waist, and a pair of washed white slim cropped jeans and plain canvas shoes that covered his long legs.

Yan Qing secretly sneered, and thought to himself, "Maybe this person doesn't like to wear cropped pants, but normal pants naturally become like cropped pants when worn on the body, which can be regarded as a trouble caused by too good proportions."

Weng Huaijing noticed Yan Qing's side gaze, she raised her hand to adjust the brim of her hat, and after returning a cold look to him, she turned slightly sideways and left her back to him.

Deng Wenbin, who came out, also saw them, and enthusiastically led everyone into the Shining Star Recording Studio.

Some time ago, through Miao Miao's matchmaking, Deng Wenbin received the recording of some songs of Wang Yunxi's new record from Chutian, and occasionally asked Yan Qing about the parameter setting of some new equipment through Miao Miao.

Yan Qing didn't say much to Deng Wenbin, he went to the control room of the No. 1 recording studio by himself, plugged in the USB flash drive he brought on the music workstation and started working.

The production progress of the two songs was smooth throughout the day, and of course Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing still had little communication.

Weng Huaijing's studio recording level is outrageously high, and she can understand the details of Yan Qing's work in the prison shed, Yan Qing's gesture and look, and she can adjust it very quickly.

As a professional music producer who has worked with a large number of singers in his previous life, Yan Qing is known for his strict requirements for the performance of singers in the recording studio.

But Weng Huaijing, with his superb understanding of the work and excellent adjustment ability, conquered Yan Qing's picky ears.

"She's definitely a natural singer."

Deng Wenbin, who was also in the control room and participated in the prison shed, looked amazing.

"She must have had a lot of experience recording in the studio before, and I must have recorded songs with her."

Yan Qing became more and more sure of his judgment.

The recording process went smoothly, and before three o'clock in the afternoon, the digital master audio sources of the two songs had been copied to the encrypted USB flash drive prepared by Whisper Music for Shao Qing and Miao Miao.

…………

Caochangdi Art Village

Planned waiting area for private vehicles

"Sister Qing, see you tomorrow."

Miao Miao moved to send away Shao Qing and the three who drove over.

"Little meow, what's wrong with you and Shao Qing, you are Sister Qing, Sister Qing started to call, Shao Qing's little meow, Xiao Meow returned."

Yan Qing didn't hold back in the end, and asked Miao Miao directly.

"This is a secret between our women, Brother Qing'er, don't ask.

The car is coming, let's go back. ”

Miao Miao covered her face and changed the topic with the help of the slowly parked car in front of her.

"Shao Qing, this old fox really has a hand, and he has crooked his elbow with the general manager of my studio."

Yan Qing could only shake his head and complain and get into the car.

"What an old fox, Brother Qing'er, you are not allowed to say this about Sister Qing in the future."

Miao Miaojiao smiled and rushed forward to cover Yan Qing's mouth, but Yan Qing reached out and pressed back to her seat.

"Let's go back and continue to write the outline of the script, isn't it the day after tomorrow... Do you have to hold a pre-reading meeting? ”

Yan Qingzheng asked Miao Miao.

Miao Miaoxiao stopped, flipped through the chat history on her mobile phone and added:

"Yes, and Luo Bing also said that at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, the blue V account of the whispering platform "Talent Co., Ltd.", and the program preview of Pearl Satellite TV will start to warm up and promote our program."

"Who's laughing when the curtain opens, hiding from the side and watching the excitement?"

Yan Qing hummed a lyric lightly, closing his eyes in the car to recuperate.