"Oh, the hot tea on the Internet."

Zhao Jinmang offered a treasure and took out an elegantly packaged milk tea from his handbag.

Her eyes were moist and bright, like a lake on a clear day after a rain, and the fog was rising.

Jiang Yang took the milk tea and asked, "Did you shoot a crying scene?" ”

Zhao Jinmang smiled and nodded: "In the face of a guy who memorizes the script backwards, I think you know which one I filmed." ”

"Then you are amazing, I feel like I will never make a crying scene in my life."

"Image restricts the way of playing, you are only suitable for making others cry."

"Haha, I hope so, I'd rather make others cry than act in a crying scene," Jiang Yang took a sip of Chayan milk tea, the taste was much stronger than expected.

For him, influencer products are not considered a plus.

"Brother Zhang Miao is resolute, don't open your mouth when you communicate with him, don't greet him, go straight to the point, he hates people who talk around corners the most."

Zhao Jinmang took a sip of milk tea and looked very enjoyable: "It sounds very strict." ”

Jiang Yang nodded: "Although strict, it is reliable." ”

"Well, that's right," Zhao Jinmang glanced at the screen, felt strange, and asked, "Huh?" You're not looking at the latest script, this is a historical manuscript? ”

Jiang Yang: "Yes, I'm studying Zhang Dao's adaptation ideas. I found that they were also quite desperate, and changed from the first draft to the eighth draft before finalizing. ”

"He is worthy of being a big critic, a man who has written more than 300 film reviews in many petals and sprinkled with enthusiasm," Zhao Jinmang's eyes were full of admiration, and that admiration arose spontaneously: "Can you tell me about your research results?" ”

"Okay," Jiang Yang held up the milk tea: "After all, eating people have short mouths." ”

At this time, Kiki ran over and shouted that someone outside was putting Kong Ming lanterns.

So the three of them ran out to see.

"It's beautiful!" Zhao Jinmang looked up at the sky and sighed softly.

Fang Cai only cared about filming, and he was emotionally nervous, and he didn't have time to enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of him.

When I turned around, I saw Jiang Yang sitting on a rattan chair, looking at the sky, as if he had something on his mind.

"Mr. Jiang, let's listen to your research results here."

"Okay," Jiang Yang looked at Kong Mingdeng, not knowing who he was missing, and said, "I have the detailed information of the fraud Wang case in my hand, and I want it from Teacher Yan Su." Then compare it with the first draft after film and television. First of all, the image of the victim is very interesting. ”

"How?" Zhao Jinmang asked.

"Judging from the information given by Teacher Yan Su, sixty percent of the victims are housewives, and they are the kind of housewives who ask men to pay their salary cards."

"Ah, I heard that," Zhao Jinmang hurriedly echoed: "I see that there is a banner on the micro-lage, saying that the pig killing plate is aimed at housewives who think they are very good at financial management. I laughed to death, I didn't expect it to be true. ”

"It's true, at least in the case of the king of fraud. Then the victims were older unmarried young women who hated to marry," Jiang Yang said.

Zhao Jinmang played with his hair and asked, "Teacher Jiang, I found out, why don't you use the words to say older leftover women, but older unmarried young women." ”

Jiang Yang opened his mouth, unable to say the reason, he also acted subconsciously.

In the end, he tilted his head and smiled: "Maybe I've been with Teacher Yan Su for a long time, and people have become exquisite." ”

Zhao Jinmang laughed: "I'm sorry, you continue." ”

Of the more than 100 victims he defrauded, there were only two female college students. But the screenwriting team still selected Chen Mengmeng played by you according to the group. ”

"Understood. You can't shoot three housewives. That's too boring. ”

Jiang Yang: "In addition, from the first draft to the final draft, almost all of them are glorifying the victims. ”

"Beautify? Victims need to be glorified? Zhao Jinmang was puzzled.

"For example, why don't you say the victims in the movie don't have housewives?" Jiang Yang is kind and seductive.

Zhao Jinmang represents a female college student who is not deeply involved in the world; Yin Kening represents divorced women whose marriages have broken down and lost their self-confidence; Zaya is a typical example of an older leftover woman.

There is no housewife who has the most victims in real cases.

Jiang Yang thought about it carefully and roughly understood: when a housewife encounters a pig killing plate, it is still a handsome man who is in charge, and the female victim is morally stained.

What an unjust husband!

Moviegoers will reduce their condemnation of the scammer, and instead blame the female victim for her infidelity, and she deserves to be deceived.

"I see what you mean, it's really beautifying. However, the glorification of the victim also leads to the condemnation of the perpetrator," Zhao analyzed.

"Yes, after all, it is a co-production of legal inspection, and the theme must be to punish evil and promote good, and you can't deviate."

Jiang Yang continued: "Then I will enrich the background of the characters for you to discuss the rationality of your use of Tantan. ”

"Ah yes, I've always wanted to say, at least at the social level, girls who play Tantan ......" Zhao Jinmang's words stopped.

"That's right. But the screenwriting team rationalized things. Chen Mengmeng, played by you, gained weight all the way to college, but she didn't get the gender dividend, but gender discrimination did not fall. And he was bullied by the same sex.

Therefore, even if she is reborn in college, Chen Mengmeng is still not confident, and her broken personality cannot be pasted overnight. Then it makes sense for her to download Tantan and test her charm value. ”

Smack, smack!

Zhao Jinmang applauded, his eyes shining: "Teacher Jiang, I won't call you a scumbag brother anymore." You conquered me with your professionalism. ”

"It has nothing to do with me," Jiang Yang said with a smile: "It's Director Zhang's own screenwriting team that is too powerful." ”

"I've heard of this, Director Zhang's screenwriting team is a cronie of the Kyoto cultural circle, and I heard that Wang Shuo personally cultivated it," Zhao Jinmang revealed a message.

"He, no wonder, this is a big guy!" Jiang Yang treasures his works: "Desire", "The Story of the Editorial Department", "Sunny Days", "Party A and Party B", "Private Custom", "One Step Away", all of them are scary, this is still a bunch. ”

Zhao Jinmang: "I thought you were reporting the name of the dish." ”

"What about Guo Mingyue?"

"She, this one is wonderful. First, there is the issue of divorce and property lawsuits with complex relationships, and then there is the issue of workplace discrimination. There are quite a few legal issues arranged by Director Zhang for this party. The character dialogue is even more interesting. ”

Guo Mingyue, a single mother played by Yin Kening, grew up in a scholarly family since childhood.

As Jia Baoyu said: A girl who is not married is a priceless pearl, and when she is married, although she is a pearl, she has no brilliance and is a dead pearl.

Guo Mingyue was her husband's white rose when she was young, and she was the bright moon in the sky; People are not confused, but they have become rice sticky on the collar of their husbands, and white pollution in the garbage heap.

Guo Mingyue's husband yelled at her in the courtroom: I'm a fucking man, how do you want me to face the mummy on the bed? The lights can't be turned on, the clothes can't be taken off, and the posture has been the same for more than ten years.

Do you know how I got here? Jiang Yang was amazed: "These dialogues point out the problems. I really feel that this is beyond a simple legal science drama and is digging deep into social issues. ”

Zhao Jinmang listened with relish.

The lively and active Kiki no longer looked at the ancient city of Phoenix, staring at the big eyes and listening with her cheeks.

"Then she, like Chen Mengmeng, is looking for confidence," Zhao Jinmang concluded.

"Zaya's role is unique. After all, she was brave enough to call the police and fully cooperate with the police, and finally assisted the police in catching the victim of the fraud king. ”

She had a crush on the company's new department manager, but she did everything she could, but the manager was indifferent. So, she downloaded Tantan to see how others hooked up with their partners. ”

"This also explains why only she and the scam king are not in a relationship between men and women, and only she dares to call the police in time."

Bang bang, the two girls applauded.

"Teacher Jiang, you have to post a movie review," Zhao Jinmang urged.

"Huh? The movies I participated in myself, I evaluate them myself, it's weird," Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"It's not weird, what's weird?" Zhao Jinmang said: "You can not publish it, sort it out and send me a copy." ”

"No problem."

At this time, on the other side of the narrow river, on the top floor of the B&B, a group of young people were playing werewolf killing in the dim light.

There is a girl next to her who is playing a song with her mobile phone.,I don't know what brand.,The speaker is particularly powerful.。

Jiang Yang heard singing on the other side of the river, which was the theme song of the TV series "Fairy Sword 3" "This Life Will Not Change".

"Looking back, I never went far. According to the gaze, this life will not change. ”

The Kong Ming lanterns in the night sky are scattered, I don't know if they have just been released, or they are nostalgic people who are reluctant to give up and have never gone far.

……

North America, Canada.

The city of Torrento, a private farm on the edge.

"Gurgle-cluck-"

"Come after me!"

"Oops!!"

The little body stumbled, and the world spun around.

Huang Xing was awakened from a groggy sleep.

He dreamed that when he was a child, his mother pasted a paper kite, and he went to fly it on the road and fell down.

When he woke up, he realized that this was not his hometown Jiangnan, but in the wilderness across the ocean.

Huang Xing drove his wheelchair to the window of the study and looked at the empty forest farm.

On the forest farm, there are two little girls, who are his and Miao Jinhua's daughters: Sen Ran and Shui Shui.

Recently, he has felt more and more, Miao Jinhua said that it was a drug, but Huang Xing felt that it was not so simple.

Because along with the lethargy, there is also his little daughter Xiaowei, who doesn't seem to exist.

Huang Xing mentioned last night that he hadn't seen Xiaowei for a long time, and Miao Jinhua was like a big enemy, saying that her daughter was still young, and she was afraid of arguing with her.

He smacked for a long time, and only then did he come back to his senses, no wonder everyone said that Xiaowei followed her mother.

No, he didn't shed his own blood at all.

Now, the motive for the premeditated murder is becoming clear.

"Dad, Dad, the kite is hanging on the tree," Sen Ran shouted downstairs.

Huang Xing looked at the big tree in the distance and had an idea.

"You come up, Daddy will make you a kite," Huang Xing struggled to squeeze out a kind smile.

"It's coming!"

After a while, there was the sound of thumping footsteps in the stairwell.

The active daughters never take the elevator.

"Dad, do you really know how to make kites?" Sen Ran's dark eyes were open, revealing adoration.

"That's a must," Huang Xing smiled.

"Shuishui, you go find a few newspapers and glue; Senran, you go to the horse farm and pick up a few wooden sticks, they must be straight. ”

“yes，sir！” Sen Ran was a little older, and rushed out like the wind.

The water is a step slower.

Huang Xing stopped her: "Shuishui, do you remember your elementary school graduation book?" ”

Shui Shui: "Remember, it's in my bedroom. ”

"The last page is framed with stamps of the zodiac signs and zodiac signs, you go get one," Huang Xing smiled.

"What zodiac signs and zodiac signs?" Shui Shui is a careful girl who is meticulous in her work.

"Aries and the Year of the Rabbit," Huang Xing explained, "Dad dreamed of your grandmother and wanted to send a letter to heaven. You're going to help Daddy keep it a secret. ”

"Okay, I miss grandma too," Shui Shui nodded heavily.

After a while, the water soon returned.

At this time, Huang Xing had already written the letter.

Miao Jinhua was so dense that he thought that if the network and communication were cut off, he would not be able to ask for help from the outside world.

However, the most traditional form of correspondence offers a glimmer of possibility to break the deadlock.

Even if there is only a 1 in 10,000 probability, Huang Xing will not give up.

Half an hour later, in the yard, newspaper kites fluttered and took off, flying higher and higher with Sen Ran's running and the wind.

"Dad, is it tall enough?" Sen Ran asked.

"Well, that's okay," Huang Xing said with a smile.

Sen Ran picked up the scissors handed by his sister and cut the kite string.

I heard my father say that this is the way to pay tribute to the dead in Jiangnan's hometown, and Sen Ran has no doubt about him.

The two of them are very close to their grandmother, so they are very cooperative with their father's requests.

She and her sister each picked up a paper kite and flew it together.

Huang Xing made three kites just now.

The yard was full of laughter, Sen Ran and Shui Shui chased after me, comparing whose kite flew higher.

After a while, the gate of the farm opened, a small pickup truck drove in, and Miao Jinhua got out of the driver's seat.

Her hair was slightly messy, her face was ruddy, and she looked moisturized.

"Come down and relax?" Miao Jinhua saw Huang Xing downstairs, her expression was stunned, and she immediately smiled.

"Well, their kites are hanging on the tree, and I helped them make two new kites," Huang Xing laughed.

"Look, that's how nice. As parents, we must lead by example, otherwise adults and children hold a mobile phone all day long and don't communicate with each other, so how can we do it? This is called family happiness," Miao Jinhua took advantage of this output to explain the rationality of taking away the mobile phone.

Huang Xing smiled but did not speak.

"Husband, what's the night?" Miao Jinhua asked as she moved things from the trunk of the pickup truck.

"Whatever, look at the taste of the two little babies," Huang Xing said.

is also stained with the light of his two daughters, and he finally does not have to eat a "recovery meal" with high salt and sugar.

What an irony!

……

The kite fluttered and swayed and landed on the side of the country road.

Not far away, a small car drove up, and the passengers in the car were an old white couple who had just returned from a church service.

"Stop!" The old woman shouted.

"What for?" The old man was impatient.

"For God's sake, you ** stop!" The old woman cursed.

"As always," the old man reluctantly reversed back.

The old woman picked up Huang Xing's envelope from the side of the road, saw the stamp on it, and returned to the car tremblingly.

"What did you pick up?" The old man asked.

"A letter," the old woman's eyes were full of reminiscence, as she stared at the envelope, "in this day and age there are not many people who have such leisurely pleasures. ”

"Damn the Internet, damn the depraved generation," the old man scolded.

"It must be that Thomasson guy again, the negligent Mexican smuggler," the old woman scolded, "I'm going to report him at the post office, he's always disappointed." ”

Thomasson is the postman in charge of the old couple's neighborhood when he is outraged by the theft of newspapers.

"You know, I'll always support you," the old man advised, "but the post office is not in the right direction, so why don't we go to the post office next week when we have a service to complain about him." What do you think? ”

"Well, that damned Thomas can be lazy again," the old woman was still indignant, "Then I'll deliver this letter myself to the post office next week." Can't count on that guy anymore. ”

A week later, the old couple came to the post office after the service.

The old woman found that she had forgotten the letter, so she went to the manager and complained to Thomasson.

Poor Thomason was inexplicably stabbed.

It wasn't until the third week that the forgetful old woman managed to send the letter, for which she posted six dollars upside down.

In the whole incident, only Tomasson was injured.