"My Uncle"

"What's the problem? I think it's okay. ”

An Sheng didn't understand why Zhao Lang was complaining about this name.

"What do you think people think will be a TV series when they first see this name?" Zhao Lang looked at An Sheng and said.

According to An Sheng's brain circuit, he thinks that others should think that this is a good drama when they see this name for the first time.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhao Lang continued: "From the perspective of an ordinary person, when I see this drama title, there is a high probability that I will think of some bloody love in the year, and when I see such a drama title, I will directly choose to ignore it, that is, not to watch it." But according to what you said, this is a realistic TV series, and there is no love line in it, so do you want to change a name, at least to retain the audience. ”

What Zhao Lang said made some sense, An Sheng fell into deep thought, if according to what he said, as soon as the title of the show comes out, a large number of people will be eliminated, even if the show is good, no one will buy it, it will be equivalent to a bad drama.

It's just that An Sheng also has his considerations, first of all, he actually thinks that this name is okay, there is no effect of persuading him to quit just by looking at the name as Zhao Lang said, and secondly, he also has a lot of confidence in himself now, and he thinks that the script he writes will be successful, and then he also has confidence in Li Zhien, even if she is an idol and no professional actor can resist the play, but she has a huge fan base, so she is not afraid that no one will watch it.

So An Sheng did not accept Zhao Lang's suggestion.

The title of the play is still "My Uncle"

"I think it's good, I don't need to change it."

Every screenwriter has his own persistence, and others can't shake their persistence, after all, no one wants to be tampered with at will.

Zhao Lang looked at An Sheng's insistence, and he didn't say anything, he knew him, as long as he believed in something, even ten cows would not be able to pull him back.

"Okay, then let's go ahead and write." Zhao Lang stood up and looked at the hamburger in his hand: "Can you eat enough?" ”

An Sheng ate the last bite of the hamburger, and his stomach did not mean to be full at all, "I can't eat enough." ”

Zhao Lang: "I'll cook." ”

……

Late at night, Ansheng wrote a little script and lay down on the bed.

Tossing.

Inability to sleep.

He had insomnia, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could think of what happened at Li Zhien's house in the evening, touched his stomach, and thought that Li Zhien's head was there before, and instantly his heartbeat began to speed up again, and his face was hot for no reason.

I secretly scolded myself in my heart for being unproductive, why are I almost thirty years old, and I will be shy?

He turned over on the bed, and the moonlight outside the window spilled in, looking at the moon like a jade plate, it was slowly covered by dark clouds, just like his current mood; Tomorrow, he suddenly didn't know how to face Li Zhien, obviously he was talking and laughing and chatting with text messages before, but he didn't dare to face it at night.

At the time, I thought it was okay, but I didn't expect it to be so strong. The only thing I can be thankful about now is that Li Zhien doesn't remember, otherwise he will die of embarrassment.

But...... Obviously, Ansheng is passive, but why is he so weak-hearted.

Even he didn't know.

I guess I haven't been in a relationship for a long time. Ansheng pushed all his shyness to so many years of barren feelings.

At this time, the dark clouds covering the moon dispersed, the moonlight fell again, An Sheng looked at it, and Li Zhien's face was suddenly reflected on the bright moon, and he was not calm in an instant, he took out a pillow to cover his face, looking like a shy little girl.

The next morning, the sun was shining and the birds were singing.

An Sheng came to the company on a small motorcycle with two dark circles under his eyes, and last night he had insomnia until the early hours of the morning, and finally fell asleep at some point until the alarm clock in the morning woke him up.

Stepping into the company, I walked to the office in the later stage, pushed the door and walked in.

"Early."

An Sheng greeted Xianjing weakly.

Xianjing raised his head and just wanted to reply to An Sheng's greeting, who Cheng thought that as soon as he looked up, he saw his two obvious dark circles, no wonder An Sheng's skin was pale, and the dark circles were especially obvious on his face.

"What's wrong with you, didn't you sleep?"

Xianjing is very familiar with his state, she is in the late stage, staying up late can be said to be commonplace for her, every time she stays up late, she will become like Ansheng.

Dark circles, lack of energy, misty eyes.

An Sheng, who was sitting in the position, heard Xianjing's greeting and waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's just that I slept late." ”

"Then can you withstand it, I heard that I still have to go to the concert today."

"How can a man say he can't stand it?" An Shengdu is already like this, but he still hasn't forgotten his poor mouth: "Don't worry, buddy, even if you don't sleep for three days and three nights, you will still be alive." ”

Hyunjing didn't say anything, and threw him a pack of instant coffee with his backhand: "Drink some." ”

An Sheng thanked: "Thank you." ”

An Sheng, who watched ghost movies and drank coffee all morning to refresh himself, finally stayed up until noon to eat, although he was very sleepy, but he couldn't stop a dry rice person's obsession with dry rice.

"Hello, Brother An."

As soon as he went out, he ran into Xiao Yuan, and seeing that she was still active, An Sheng nodded: "Have you eaten?" ”

"No, I'm looking for you, Zhienoni just ordered takeout, let me ask you to eat together."

Hearing Li Zhien's name, An Sheng panicked instantly, thought of what happened last night, and hurriedly shook his head: "No need, no need, I've eaten, you eat you." After saying goodbye to Xiao Yuan, An Sheng turned around and returned to the office.

When Xianjing saw her come back, she asked suspiciously, "Didn't you go to dinner, why did you come back again?" ”

An Sheng snorted: "I suddenly thought that I still have some work to deal with, you can go eat first." ”

Xianjing didn't understand a little, he had obviously watched a ghost movie all morning, why did he suddenly come out of work again?

"Then I'll eat it."

Xianjing left the office, and now Ansheng is left alone in the entire office, and ghost movies continue to be played on the computer, but Ansheng has no intention of watching the film now, and he is hungry but he doesn't dare to go out, if he guesses correctly, Li Zhien must have ordered takeout with the whole company, and it should be in the rest area, if he goes out to eat, he will have to pass through the rest area, and everyone will see him at that time.

An Sheng sighed helplessly and began to search the office, thinking that if he was lucky, he should be able to find some snacks or something.

But it backfired, he didn't find anything, plus he was rummaging through things just now, and An Sheng, who was already hungry, collapsed in front of the table at the moment.

Lying on the table, he said weakly.

"I'm so hungry."

"Why don't you go out to eat when you're hungry?"

Suddenly, Li Zhien's voice came.