Just when it was still inconclusive whether Song Yazhu's second child was pregnant, after Zhang Jiaze returned to China, he threw himself into the creation of the script.

On this day, Lao Feng, the boss of Maidi Film and Television Group, personally called to inquire about the progress of the script. Zhang Jiaze replied that there was still a month to be delivered. Lao Feng was in high spirits on the phone, laughing, thankful, and said that after the completion of this project, there are bigger projects waiting for him, so that he can concentrate on creation, the screenwriter world, no, a star in the film and television industry is about to rise.

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Jiaze's heart was full of joy. Life is blooming with dazzling brilliance in front of him.

This time, the script is based on the last script creation, and it can be revised and completed according to the opinions of senior screenwriter Li Shizheng, so the amount of task is not too large. The last script creation was Zhang Jiaze's own original version, not the script created according to the opinion of Fan Jiaqi, the script director at the time.

In the countless days and nights that followed, Zhang Jiaze threw himself into the vast sea of script creation. When he was in high spirits, he forgot about day and night, and he didn't remember anything except going to the toilet. When I was really sleepy, I lay down on the bed and slept for a while, then got up again, sat in front of the computer, and continued to create; When you're hungry, go downstairs to a small noodle restaurant to eat a bowl of noodles and come back to continue. Once, he wanted to boil some porridge to eat, but he forgot that there was a fire in the kitchen, and it was not until the kitchen was full of smoke and a neighbor ran upstairs and knocked on the door that he suddenly realized and woke up from his creative state.

That afternoon, Zhang Jiaze suddenly received a phone call. The call was from Hua Xingcan, and listening to her tone, the state didn't seem to be very good. Hua Xingcan asked on the phone:

"Have you been busy lately?"

张嘉泽 says:

"It's not too busy, it's just writing."

Hua Xingcan:

"Do you have time in the evening? Come out and get together? ”

Zhang Jiaze nodded:

"yes, yes. Or is it the old place? ”

Hua Xingcan:

"Okay, old place."

After Zhang Jiaze finished writing at this stage, he looked at the wall clock on the wall, and suddenly realized that it was about to be the time to meet Hua Xingcan. He hurried out the door.

By the time I arrived at the café, half an hour had passed. Seeing Zhangjiacun hurriedly slamming his head against the glass door from the outer door, Hua Xingcan hurriedly greeted him and asked with concern and surprise:

"You...... Are you alright? ”

Zhang Jiaze rubbed his head that was touched painfully and said:

"It's okay...... This glass door too, why don't you put a note...... Hey......"

华星Can says:

"What's wrong with you? Writing gone crazy? ”

Zhang Jiaze smiled awkwardly:

"Hey, it's not crazy...... I just came out of the script, and I was still thinking about the script, so I ...... There was an accident......"

Hua Xingcan stretched out his hand and rubbed Zhang Jiaze's forehead:

"Are you alright?"

Zhang Jiaze:

"It's okay, it's okay, it's really okay."

After the two sat down, they each ordered a cup of coffee and began to talk ramblingly.

Hua Xingcan:

"How? My last strategy still worked, right? ”