The next morning, Gao Qing got up and washed his hair.

The lyrics written last night were highly praised, and Sato said that it would be made into a PV and announced on the company's homepage before the release of "How Far Away".

After that, it has nothing to do with Gao Qing. It's only serious when the phone is fully charged.

After writing the script for a while, the phone rang. His mobile phone hasn't been idle in the past few days, and he finally escaped from the bombardment of text messages, and now it still rings.

Still, the man's phone made him tremble.

"Moximoxi, Qingjun."

"It's playing, what's the matter?" It was not the little angel of Lihua who called him, but the little devil of Liangyue.

"Qingjun is a writer, I have something I want to tell you, I don't know if you are free. In person, it's the best. The tone of the song was very gentle, but Gao Qing knew that if he didn't see it, he would die a miserable death.

"I SEE, LET'S MEET AT THE ECHOES CAFÉ, TWO O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON, OKAY?"

"Then it's according to Qingjun's arrangement."

Gao Qing hung up the phone, only to feel that his head hurt again. I don't want to provoke this rich girl at all. After suffering a loss from Chiyo for a while, he was completely full of fear of these rich children.

Rich, really capricious.

Gao Qing finished writing the script and eating, and put on relatively thick clothes. The weather is getting colder and colder, so you have to do a good job of protecting against the cold. Especially when you go out and meet people.

HE TOOK A TAXI DIRECTLY TO ECHOES, AND THE SONG WAS ALREADY INSIDE. She holds a cup of coffee in an elegant posture. And Yuki stood next to him, very nervous.

After all, it was the eldest lady of the Liangyue family who came, and it was the first time she had received a guest of this level.

Beside him, a man stood beside him. Gao Qing naturally knew about them, and the man was Konjiro, the housekeeper who was playing now.

It is also the object of first love (male).

"So, I'm coming."

"Thank you for coming. This is my current housekeeper, Konoe Konjiro. ”

Konoe Konjiro, male, 23 years old, housekeeper of the Liangyue family, the damn female fear constitution has finally been cured (why can't it be a lifetime), his wife is Konoe Pleiades (Weibo is nearly eight married), blue hair (much like a certain drag more up main rs). Hobbies····· Eat instant noodles.

By the way, who dares to marry his sister, please which warrior will stand up.

"Hello, Mr. Konoe."

"Hello, Mr. Gao."

After saying hello, Gao Qing did it. There was a drink in front of him, not coffee, the same thing he had ordered last time in Heaven.

I have a heart.

"So, play, what's the matter?"

Kanjiro gestured, and Konjiro pulled out a large wad of paper from Kana's bag.

"That's right, I recently wrote a movie script, please come and take a look." 、

Gao Qing took the big pile of paper and looked at it carefully, but he flipped through a few sheets and quickly flipped through them. In the end, he skipped over many of the middle and went straight to the end.

"How's it written?" Song Feng asked lightly.

"Although the plot is very good, there is still a gap between the lines and making a movie." Gao Qing was also blunt.

Actually, I think so too. How about it, does Qingjun want to make some money? ”

"It's good to have money to make. Hmm, let me change the script? ”

"Yes."

Gao Qing thought for a moment. The promise must be agreed, but he still has a lot of questions.

"Has the lead actor of this play been decided?"

"It's from our Liangyue family."

That's right, the plot of this movie is completely the story of Konjiro and Pleiades. And now Konjiro heard Kana say this, with a constipated expression on his face.

"That's right, I took a look, and this story is the story of Mr. Konoe." Gao Qing set his eyes on Konjiro.

"Yes. It's rude. ”

"No, I was rude."

It's the same end of the world, it's painful.

"I'll take it. Give me your email address, and I'll change it to you. ”

"Thank you, Qingjun."

The two exchanged emails, and Gao Qing asked You Qi to give him a bag and put the script in.

"So, do you have an idea of a name?" Gao Qing asked.

"I'm wondering if it's called "The Seven-Year Covenant between Pleiades and Konjiro". The music seems to mean something.

Gao Qing had a black line on his face, and finally he said, "It's called "Confused Housekeeper and Cowardly Me". ”

"That's a good name, it looks like it's really read."

Table: "I've always taken my work seriously. ”

"I've watched the original three times. ”

Gao Qing and Song chatted about something else, and Gao Qing left the coffee house. He felt like his brain was blowing up a bit. It's going to be a double hell again.,Although it's not original this time.,It's also very tiring.。

In his previous life, when several works were not going well, he also tried to double open, but the results were still dismal. also made a poisonous oath and never opened it again.

It's like taking a poisonous oath and never playing Yasuo again.

Gao Qing returned home and wrote the script first, and he wanted to finish the first end of Furukawa Night in three days. Even though it was a double hell, he still had to stand upright.

And Furukawa's h plot is more difficult to write, she doesn't have obvious physical characteristics like Mikazuka, and she can't write such exciting scenes directly.

He thought about it again and had to write some classic asanas.

It's not a pluck, anyway.

Isn't it pulling anyway?

It's not a plucking anyway!

Gao Qing finished writing today's script progress. Taking out the script of "The Confused Butler and the Cowardly Me" (movie), he typed the first page up and began to revise it.

Really, typing is tiring. Especially the continuous typing, super tiring.

However, Gao Qing's profession in his previous life was an online writer, and typing is also normal.

Finally, after eating, he finished his work for the day.

Lying on the bed and picking up his phone, he still didn't have the determination to call Nayuta. Eventually, he gave up on the idea.

"Maybe I'll never talk to her again." Such a thought flashed in his mind, Gao Qing had no choice but to turn over.

Writers are all difficult goods, so there's nothing wrong with saying that.

Lao Tie, there's nothing wrong with it.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he had an agreement with Sonson, so he called Sonzi and asked her if she was free tomorrow.

If you have time, you can look at your chest again.

I mean, played.

"Moximoxi, Soniko, are you there?"

"Yes, Qingjun, is there something wrong? Want to come to me? ”

"Yes, are you free tomorrow?"

"Available. Come to my apartment and come to me. ”

"Okay, what do you want me to bring to you?"

"Whatever, it's better to bring some yokan."

"Okay."

Gao Qing hung up the phone and rolled on the bed.

"Ah, it's better to be Sony. Never give me trouble. Really, never talk to troublesome women again. ”

It's a good wish, I'm sorry, it can't be fulfilled.