The landlady's family lives on the second floor of the apartment.

After opening the door, there was an old lady sitting at the desk, who had just retired, younger than Uncle Wang, Jiang Yang glanced at the photos hanging on the wall, there were photos with the whole class, and she should also be a teacher.

After the old lady made their intentions clear, she didn't have any hatred or anything like that, so she responded very lightly.

The statue is in the old lady's house.

After Uncle Wang put on the incense, the female boss poured a glass of water for Uncle Wang, and took a bottle of drink for Jiang Yang.

And then.

The hostess sat next to her and was eye-catching.

The old lady asked, "How is he doing now?" ”

Uncle Wang said that it was not very good.

"Hey."

The old lady sighed: "He has a bad relationship with his wife, a small quarrel in two days, a big quarrel in three days, the child was raised by my parents, and then his wife went to the house a few times, and the relatives all knew, my parents hated him and broke off relations with him." ”

Uncle Wang followed with a few pleasantries, and then they left.

When she was about to reach the door, the old lady suddenly asked, "Is there a phone number for him?" ”

Jiang Yang left the phone number he found.

Although this number is not Mr. Wang's, it should be able to find Mr. Wang.

The female boss reluctantly sent them to the door, looking at Jiang Yang's distant back, she felt that her life should be extended quite a bit, and she could live a long life when she looked at girls, and she could also look at handsome guys.

Walking on the road, Jiang Yang exhaled a turbid breath.

It was very boring just now, especially the supermarket female owner, who couldn't wait to turn into X-rays.

Uncle Wang: "Do you think Mr. Wang is not so good?" ”

"Huh?"

Jiang Yang didn't know what to say.

Uncle Wang asked Jiang Yang to bring the mobile phone, he called the phone and looked for Mr. Wang, and the person opposite did know Mr. Wang and gave them Mr. Wang's phone. Uncle Wang called again, and the phone went through.

Uncle Wang: "Feed." ”

"Hmm."

On the opposite side was a somewhat hoarse voice.

Uncle Wang: "We've been incense, and we just came out." ”

Husky voice: "Hmm." ”

Uncle Wang: "What's the matter?" ”

The hoarse voice smiled dryly: "Cancer, terminal." ”

Uncle Wang was silent for a while, "I'm Wang Zheng and his father, just that stubborn man Wang Zheng"

"What!"

The other side was surprised, and then fell silent.

Uncle Wang explained: "You also know that my son has never talked about his girlfriend, I checked, and the events of the year had a great impact on him, so you will forgive me one by one." ”

The other side seemed to be laughing, and then seemed to be crying, and after a while: "Thank you for everything." ”

"Thank you for remembering her, thank you."

He said again.

Uncle Wang can understand his feelings, just like the mother of the male Fujii tree in "Love Letter", some people we always don't want to forget, and we are afraid of forgetting, so when others remember, they are always so grateful.

"That's the thing."

Uncle Wang paused, "I don't blame you." ”

"I know."

The hoarse voice became choked, "But I just can't get out." ”

Some guilt is to accompany you for a lifetime, and every time you think about it, you scratch your heart and liver.

Like him.

For example, Wang Zheng.

Neither of them spoke again.

Later, Uncle Wang hung up the phone, and the two walked slowly, got on the bus, got on the subway, and returned to the community.

Jiang Yang returned home.

Li Qingning was at home and was talking to Sister Chen on the phone.

Sister Chen just received Su Meng's plan.

Su Meng felt that Lao Jiang's suggestion was too nonsense, so he didn't consider it at all, but still refined the original idea and sent it to Sister Chen's mailbox. After receiving the plan, Sister Chen glanced at it, and I have to say that Sister Chen, as an agent, felt that the conditions on it were very attractive, except for Li Qingning, if she wanted to change any star or singer, she might agree.

Pity.

The Great Demon King has now made up his mind, as long as it is her main single, no one will want to earn her a penny.

Li Qingning: "You politely refused." ”

"Okay."

Sister Chen was just about to hang up the phone, Li Qingning told Sister Chen to come to Longfu in the afternoon, the script is set, Teacher Jiangnan will shoot Twelve Citizens", the investment in this script is still not large, and the most expensive place may be to invite actors.

However, Mr. Wen and Mr. Jiangnan plan to focus on drama actors.

In this way, the cost is reduced a little.

Therefore, when it comes to investment, it is still the investment plan of "Waiting Alone".

After Sister Chen agreed, she hung up the phone.

Li Qingning continued to look at the script document on his phone.

This script was changed by Mr. Wen and Jiang Nan, the lines have not changed anything, but some adjustments have been made to the format and some details, the script written by Jiang Yang is still too amateurish, his script is too redundant, in the words of Mr. Wen, it seems that there is a picture in his head, Jiang Yang is trying his best to describe it, but there are many unnecessary things.

After all, the script should be visual, not a novel.

Also, Jiang Yang pays too much attention to the camera angle.

Writing what the back looks like in the script is not the task of the screenwriter at all, it is the task of the director and the cameraman.

Teacher Wen and Teacher Jiang Nan used this script as a teaching material, and gave Jiang Yang suggestions in detail about the revisions.

Jiang Yang didn't speak in the group, he was probably busy.

Li Qingning thanked him in the group, and as soon as the news was sent, he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Coming back?"

Li Qingning looked up and saw Jiang Yang.

"Hmm."

Jiang Yang agreed, changed his shoes, washed his hands, took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and sat next to Li Qingning.

Li Qingning saw his serious appearance, "What's wrong?" ”

"I just think."

Jiang Yang can't say either.

Li Qingning heard it, "So, soyouthinkyoucantell (then - then do you think you can tell) HeavenfromHell (this is heaven or hell) Blueskiesfrompain (is this fantasy or pain) Canyoutellagreenfieldfromacoldsteelrai|? (Do you think you can tell if it's a green field or an icy track...... Doyouthinkyoucantel|？ (Do you think you can tell?) )——”

This song is a little sad and a little nostalgic, the lyrics are confrontational, there is a strong sense of beauty, and at the same time, it seems to be asking seriously, what is good and what is bad, what is right and what is wrong......

Li Qingning put down his phone and frowned.

"What's going on?"

Li Qingning touched Jiang Yang's head, "Go out and become a philosopher." ”

All such speculative songs?

"Forget it, I don't want to."

Jiang Yang kissed Li Qingning, he still went to record his inspiration.

Looking up at the starry sky, a rural teacher, terminally ill.

Jiang Yang easily remembered the science fiction novel "The Country Teacher".

It's a very peculiar science fiction novel.

On one side is a terminally ill teacher who asks ignorant children to memorize the three laws of Newtonian mechanics on their deathbed.

On the other hand, it has made the leap to interstellar warfare for carbon-based and silicon-based civilizations.

In the end, the carbon-based civilization won, and while building the isolation zone, the planetary civilization level along the way is constantly being identified.

The children who were randomly sampled as a sample of the Earth were indifferent to a series of test questions, and it was only when Newton's laws were correctly answered that the Earth was proved to be worth preserving and humanity was spared. And the higher beings were shocked when they learned that the earth could not accumulate and pass on knowledge from generation to generation, relying on teachers to reach the current level of civilization.

Jiang Yang felt.

This is also a kind of romance, which belongs to the romance of science fiction.

It is also a romance that belongs to teachers.

This is the most shocking novel Jiang Yang has ever read among the thousands of articles and novels praising his teacher. He not only told this romantic science fiction story that belongs to teachers from the perspectives of reality, science fiction, the universe, and civilization.

Perhaps this kind of romance is the meaning that Mr. Wang understood when he saw the children looking up at the starry sky.