After returning from Qiu Yanzi's house, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, Mo Ming stayed at home alone, sitting in the living room, lazily watching TV as usual, it was lunch break, and most of the TV programs were TV series reruns or interviews or the like, that is to say, it was a time period when human beings had no vitality, and Mo Ming, who had no vitality, was naturally not even a little angry when he was not energetic.

Regarding writing the script, Mo Ming will not panic at all, as he compared, he already has a story in his mind, and the pen is naturally smooth, just like copying homework, there is no need to think at all, Mo Ming's confidence comes from his rich experience in dealing with homework.

"It's boring......

Mo Ming lay on his back on the sofa, staring blankly at the unexplained advertisements on the TV screen.

Why is it boring? Mo Ming didn't have this kind of thought before, this doesn't mean that Mo Ming's previous life was not boring, but he knew that he was bored, and he wouldn't feel bored, but now, a sense of emptiness came up.

"Read a book?"

Mo Ming turned off the TV, got up and walked to the bookshelf in the living room, Mo Ming has a lot of books at home, because his parents are university professors, so there are some books of various types, among which there are many professional books, although some are profound, but Mo Ming also reads, this kind of useless knowledge is the best, the so-called professional books, non-professional people are more interested, because they don't make a living from it, they naturally don't feel pressure.

There are really a lot of books on the shelves, Mo Ming closed his eyes and stretched out a hand to slide over, feeling a different touch, so he stopped, pulled out the book, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Organic Fertilizer, the Treasure of Agriculture? Why do you even have this kind of book at home?"

Mo Ming was very surprised, but he still picked up the book, sat on the sofa, and then flipped through it, and read the book he chose, kneeling to read it.

One side, two sides, ten sides, twenty sides, Mo Ming unconsciously finished reading the whole book, and then closed it with unfinished and satisfied.

"Organic fertilizer is so selfless...... How great it would be if man could be like organic fertilizer, and how lazy I am by comparison."

Mo Ming highly praised the organic fertilizer, and then began to feel uneasy in his heart, everyone in the school magazine and the non-school magazine were busy for the Qingchuan Festival, but he was busy looking at organic fertilizer? That's not right.

After some meaningless introspection, Mo Ming finally returned to his room. Sitting at the desk, showing that he was serious, spreading out his notebook to prove that he was well prepared, picking up the pen, and explaining that he was about to start writing.

And then, and then...... And then there was no then.

The first word turned out to be stuck, Mo Ming didn't expect that although he had conceived the plot in his mind, he was a mess in his heart when he wrote it on paper, and he had no thoughts.

It's not what you think.

"I didn't expect writing a script to be so terrifying."

Mo Ming put down the pen, lay back on the chair, looked up at the ceiling, closed his eyes, imagined that he was in the starry sky above his head, and he was in the vast sea, with a lighthouse in the distance, and the looming light guided him, stretching out a hand to pick a star in the night sky, and in an instant it seemed as if he was indulging in the boundless Milky Way......

After a reverie, it was not a meaningless fantasy, Mo Ming opened his eyes, picked up the pen, and was finally able to write italics in black ink on the paper.

"Overhead is the starry sky, and then below the starry sky is the sea, and there is ...... on the sea Yes...... What the hell is this?"

Mo Ming got up and threw the gel pen on the ground, with a look of indignation, and complained to himself.

Now it has finally been proved that what is in the mind is not the same as what is written, otherwise why would there be such a thing as a writer? Mo Ming, who figured it out, said to those people, "I have a lot of stories in my head, but I'm too lazy to write them." The words of the people began to be disdainful.

"Classmate Mo Ming really doesn't have this talent."

Mo Ming gave up a little, and sure enough, he apologized, he was reckless, but in fact, he didn't know how to write a script at all.

Although it may disappoint and despise them by saying this, it is better than giving them hope and then finding out that that hope is a luxury without any return, right?

What did you think at the time? Said he was in charge of the creation of the script? Mo Ming began to think about it. How did you feel at the time? Some positive, some ashamed. So why be ashamed? Mo Ming continued to trace the source of his memory, and suddenly deduced the reason why he took the script at that time.

It was in the early days of joining the school magazine, Qiu Yanzi assigned tasks to the members of the school magazine, and Chen Yingjie, Wentai, and Yang Huhu's predecessors seemed to have been assigned some kind of task. And he was skipped, and Mo Ming was a little unhappy at that time. If you are assigned a task, you may be very reluctant, and then push back, and finally reluctantly agree. But after being skipped directly by kindness, he was still displeased. Why is this displeasure?

It's a bad character, this bad character is hypocrisy, and when he discovered this part of his hypocrisy, Mo Ming became a little disgusted with himself. The minister may have meant not to trouble the new members, but in Mo Ming's thoughts, it became that he was neglected.

In order to stop being self-loathing, and to let Qiu Yanzi say "Then Mo Ming will do this" when he assigns tasks next time, Mo Ming decided to accept the script.

"That's what I thought at the time."

Mo Ming stood up, closed his notebook, and stretched. Then I brewed a cup of instant coffee, held the coffee cup, leaned against the side of the windowsill, and peered through the blinds to peek into the night that had just been pulled down. I started thinking about how to master the essentials of writing a script in a short period of time.

After thinking about it, the coffee has bottomed out, and Mo Ming still doesn't have a feasible way to make it.

"Sure enough, you still can't be opportunistic, let's try sharpening the gun in battle."

The conclusion is that there is no quick fix, how many minutes to quickly master xxx is a scam, and you still have to follow the step-by-step process.

Mo Ming went downstairs, walked to the bookshelf in the living room, and began to scan slowly.

"I seem to remember my mom as ......."

Mo Ming's mother is Ouyang Fanghua, a domineering and well-known name that reveals her literary accomplishments, and it is this scholarly family that has created an associate professor of modern Chinese.

Since I am a modern Chinese teacher, I must have something to dabble in scripts, so I should have books on this as well.

Mo Ming began to look for the title on the side of the book, so he stopped at a book "Introduction to Television Studies", so far, this is the book that is most like a script to be related, so let's do it.

Mo Ming saw the table of contents of the book, found the chapter on script creation, turned to that side, and read it carefully.

Mo Ming read and read, his expression became rich, and his demeanor became serious. Finally, he understood the meaning of the word "Tooth", this book, there are too many nouns on it, and he can't understand it at all.

"Sure enough, the professional book for college students, I am now ...... I still can't read it."

Very frustrated, put the book on the shelf, there was no way, Mo Ming was a little desperate, just at this time, the phone rang, Mo Ming was a little surprised, who would call him at this time?

When plugged in.

"Hey, son, how are you doing?"

On the other end of the phone was the voice of a concerned and lively middle-aged woman, which Mo Ming hadn't heard for a long time.

"I don't know which son you're talking about."

Mo Ming is obviously a little emotional, and he hasn't taken time to come back once after working for a few months. The phone is the same, the most recent time was last month, and her old man was really relieved about her son.

"Haha, naughty, how are you doing lately?"

Do you have to start with this......

"Okay, what's wrong?"

"Do you want to go to our university?"

"Uh...... What do you say coldly, I'm a freshman in high school, this is a conspiracy of the admissions office?"

"Haha...... How so, wait...... You're only a freshman in high school?"

"I'm hanging!"

It's infuriating, it's really infuriating. Mo Ming couldn't help but recall that when he held a parent-teacher conference in the first year of junior high school, his parents were late in arriving, and later learned that his mother had gone to elementary school. And this kind of thing has happened more than once, not counting the wrong classroom.

"Don't be angry, I didn't mean to forget your birthday."

"What? You forgot my birthday?"

"That's sharp...... Oh, no, no, no, no matter how bad a parent is, they can't forget their child's birthday."

The hasty explanation on the phone made Mo Ming hesitate for a while.

"What day is May?"

"May...... May 9th?"

"Well, almost, the answer is December 12th."

Mo Ming will really get hurt! Her mother is not a forgetful person, but she can always forget everything about her son, how can she do it?

"Uh...... Let's get down to business."

"You...... Well, what's the matter with you?"

"Is the festival coming?"

"I remember this clearly...... It's almost here, but this year it's called the Harukawa Festival."

"So, that'...... Son, listen to me."

The tone on the other side of the phone suddenly became serious, which caught Mo Ming off guard.

"Say ......"

"Be careful, something unexpected may happen to the festival."

This sentence made Mo Ming wonder even more, did she know anything hidden when she said this kind of thing so formally?

"What does that mean?"

"Heaven must not be revealed, I will only say so much."

"Hey...... No, what the hell do you want to do?"

"It's not what I'm going to do, it's what will happen, don't say it, I'm still going to do something."

"Wait! I have something else to ask."

Mo Ming hurriedly stopped her, although she was very concerned about what would happen at the Qingchuan Festival, but the top priority now was to solve the script problem.

"What's the matter?"

"Well, do you know how to write a script?"

"This, yes, what's wrong?"

"How do you write that?"

「…… You're stupid, if I tell you how to write, you'll be able to write?"

Mom hit Mo Ming mercilessly, leaving him with nothing to say.

"This ......"

"It's more useful for you to read a script for yourself than anything I tell you."

"That's ......."

Mom's words are undoubtedly very reasonable, and sure enough, there is no shortcut to this kind of thing.

"Also, what should we pay attention to in reasoning?"

While you can contact your mother, you need to ask for something.

"Reasoning...... If you say it's fiction, trickery and logic."

"I know that."

"The Ten Commandments of Reasoning? Nine propositions?"

"I know that, too."

"You know everything, and you're asking me what I'm doing? If it's okay, hang up."

"Wait......

The "beep" call has been hung up,

Mo Ming was caught off guard, this kind of teacher's tone made Mo Ming very helpless, but after thinking about it carefully, this sentence seems to want to express that you should understand these basic principles more deeply?

In short, Mom can't count on it.

"Script...... Scripts, where can I find scripts?"

Mo Ming paced left and right, looking for scripts, reading scripts, and writing scripts, it took time, but there was only one day left for him, so he couldn't finish it at all.

Mo Ming closed his eyes, bit his lip, and after a while, he opened his eyes, picked up the phone he had just put down, and dialed it.

After a while, there was already a voice on the other side of the phone.

"Classmate Mo Ming, is there anything wrong with calling me now?"

"This one...... Do you have any ready-made scripts there?"

"Huh? This one...... Let me think about it...... I think there is."

"Can I take a look at that?"

"Yes, that ...... Mo Ming, have you encountered any difficulties in writing the script?"

"This one...... I guess it's a dilemma, to be honest, I can't put pen to paper at all, Minister, do you know how to write a script?"

"Well, I'll write a little bit."

"That's great! May I ask you?"

"It can be, but this kind of thing, isn't it better to find Senior Sister Yang Huhu?"

Mo Ming thought that the senior sister was too busy, and it was a little unbearable to bother her again.

"I'm a little embarrassed if it's a senior."

After Mo Ming just finished speaking, there seemed to be a sudden silence for a while, and then there was a slight squirming sound.

"That's right...... Okay, I'm ...... I'm free."

"Okay, then please, can you do it tomorrow morning?"

"Yes, is it in my house, or is it yours? Tomorrow my parents will be at home all day, or ......."

"That...... Let's go to the coffee house in town,"

Going to a girl's house alone, Mo Ming may not be able to do this kind of behavior and let the girl come to his own house? Mo Ming can't do it even more, so it's still suitable for public places.

"This one...... All right...... Of course you can......"

The same semantic words on the other side of the phone were repeated several times, making Mo Ming a little confused.

"Alright, then decided, I'll call you again tomorrow morning."

"Okay, Mo Ming, good night."

"Well, you can rest well, too."

After hanging up the phone, Mo Ming was not idle, went to his room, and in his notebook, began to draw sketches of some plots in the movie, and wrote the necessary annotations to facilitate the explanation to Qiu Yanzi tomorrow.

Mo Ming stayed up late this night.