The specific role is determined.

Lin Feixi began to rack his brains to recall the specific plot of the Romance of the Gods.

The agreed time with Lan Tingyan was a week later.

The two COS halls were launched at the same time, and it depends on who has a higher box office. Of course, this is only one aspect of the evaluation, and in the end, I have to invite the bigwigs of the COS Drama Association to taste and taste.

For a week, the time is very urgent, and the stories of the people are already very mature, and the actors have performed several times. In this regard, it is clear that Lan Tingyan occupies an excellent advantageous position.

Lin Feixi, as the savior in the eyes of everyone in the Fengxing Pavilion, is biting the pen and writing a script with the two beautiful boys at this moment.

Not to mention, Pretty Boy's writing skills are really not covered.

The story narrated by Lin Feixi can be supplemented by her to seven or eight points by five or six points.

"Xiaoxi, do you know Chinese?" Liangzi looked at Lin Feixi reading the Chinese information on his mobile phone and said in surprise.

Lin Feixi: "......."

The beautiful boy looked at Lin Feixi's eyes and worshipped it thoroughly, and there were only about a thousand people in the entire interstellar who could speak Chinese.

Xiaoxi is so powerful, she has just reached the age of twenty, how can she study ancient literature so thoroughly, this level, she believes it if she is a professor.

Lin Feixi checked the information and learned that China did not have an advantage during the great relocation of the earth, and was in a disadvantageous position when it first moved to the interstellar, which led to a huge impact on China's culture, and the inheritance of culture was almost interrupted. Even their own language could not be passed on intact, and as time went by, fewer and fewer people could speak fluent Chinese in the future.

In Interstellar, the speed of cultural integration is unprecedentedly fast, and Western culture has dealt a fatal blow to traditional Chinese culture. Lin Feixi has read the information, and the so-called Hollywood cultural output in the 21st century is a small case.

This situation is getting more and more severe after the zombie outbreak. I can't save my life, who cares about culture?

The relocated people of China slowly became stronger again in the Zombie Age, and after the Zombie Age ended, the Great Planet Alliance was established. The people of the Great Planet Alliance trace their ancestors back to the ancient earth period Chinese.

But the culture has withered, and recovery is not a small matter, but a long process that will require the continuous efforts of several generations.

Lin Fei was surprised, no wonder, everyone didn't know that Zhu Yingtai was a woman? It turns out that Chinese has become a small language throughout the interstellar world.

It's still the endangered kind.

An idea flashed through her mind, she could be a teacher.

Deletions, deletions, deletions, additions, additions, additions, additions, deletion

At dawn, I finally came up with a script that could be read.

Stretch comfortably, the big sun star rises in the east.

Lin Feixi and Liangzi are very satisfied with the result of the overnight battle.

Yesterday I came back from Lanting, because of the script problem, Mo Jiaqi and Lin Feixi did not go back.

Fortunately, the Windshop is a three-story building with small apartments that are usually used for rest.

Lin Feixi and Liangzi were sitting in the living room, the script had been printed out, placed on the table, and was being circulated by everyone.

Looking at the satisfied expressions on everyone's faces, the pretty boy winked at Lin Feixi.

After a night of getting along, the pretty boy has completely fallen in love with Lin Feixi, young, beautiful and talented.

On top of that, the pretty boy licked his lips, the thing called the apple in the morning was so delicious.

Liang Zai looked at Lin Feixi's eyes that were eager, after eating apples, she didn't want to eat nutrients at all, what should she do.

"Heranwendi, save me." The pretty boy shouted in his heart.