In the next three days, Zhang Jiaze lay in the hotel, watching the TV series day and night, making records while watching: how the character settings, how the plot conflicts, and how the psychology of the characters are; What is worth learning from, and what is not suitable for China's national conditions needs to be revised......

When he is hungry, he only needs to call and a waiter will bring them food; When you are thirsty, there are various drinks in the refrigerator in the room to choose from; When you are sleepy, go to the bathtub and take a hot bath, and feel that all the tiredness has disappeared.

In the process of watching the TV series, Zhang Jiaze closed his eyes and pondered for a while; One would eagerly wave his fingers on the keyboard, tapping down his inspiration and thoughts; He would squat on the floor, hugging his laptop without even blinking his eyes......

In the non-stop work, Zhang Jiaze did not feel a trace of sleepiness and tiredness, did not feel a trace of disgust, but was surrounded by a deep sense of happiness. This happiness comes from the fact that the dreams that you pursue are becoming reality.

Three days passed, and a 10,000-word post-viewing note was formed on the computer.

When Zhang Jiaze submitted this post-viewing note to the script director Fan Jiaqi with hope, he originally thought that Fan Jiaqi would definitely comment on this post-viewing note - he didn't want to be praised, as a fledgling newcomer, he knew that there would definitely be a lot of problems, and he only hoped to get pertinent advice to guide his future creation. However, what he didn't expect was that Fan Jiaqi didn't make any comments on it after hastily flipping through the sprinkling post-viewing notes, but said: "Okay, next, we officially start to enter the creative stage." Now, our character setup looks like this......"

In the process of Fan Jiaqi's explanation, Zhang Jiaze listened and quickly recorded and thought on the computer.

About half an hour later, after Fan Jiaqi finished speaking, Zhang Jiaze returned to the hotel and began the next round of work - officially entering the script writing stage.

Until this time, he had not slept much for three days and three nights, and suddenly a deep tiredness hit. He lay on the large, fluffy bed, and in almost a second, he fell into a deep sleep.

People are not machines, not to mention that machines also have times for repair and maintenance, and Zhang Jiaze also needs to rest.

slept dimly, and when Zhang Jiaze woke up, he found that it was already more than six o'clock in the afternoon. Sleeping from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m., he would have continued to sleep if he hadn't woken up with hunger.

He got up, picked up the bedside phone and asked for a steak, then went into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, washed his face with hot water, and felt full of blood again.

Back in front of the writing desk, Zhang Jiaze took out a delicate paper notebook, and on the first page of the notebook, he wrote a few big words reverently and neatly: "The screenwriting career officially begins today." ”

After writing, he looked at the line carefully, and fell into a blind thought.

Yes, the dream that I have been pursuing for a long time is becoming a reality, can it not be exciting? From today onwards, he will write the first real script in his life, knock down the first word, and write the first scene......

After eating and drinking, at half past seven in the evening, he was in good spirits and threw himself into his new job.

It was only now that he understood the reason why the gold medal screenwriter Ning Haozhe was procrastinating and lazy and seemed to never wake up. However, once the work comes, he will be as energetic as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

The room was very quiet, except for the sound of Zhang Jiaze's fingers touching the keyboard, there was no other sound. When he crackled the first paragraph, and then began to look at it from the beginning, he felt that something was wrong, so he pressed the "delete" button and deleted all the pages that had been written.

He left the computer and lay on his back on the bed, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling, his eyes motionless and lost in thought.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the bed and threw himself in front of the computer, his fingers flying, and his thoughts were springing up, crackling and pounding.

The night is getting deeper. For most people, it's getting ready to fall asleep; For Zhang Jiaze, everything has just begun......