"Don't praise me, I'll have this pride left."

Yang Fan smiled helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.

He had nothing in the first half of his life except for some experience in writing scripts.

Although I studied at a prestigious university in the province, I learned the useless soft open, which is commonly known as the programmer major.

Before graduating from college, he spent his days at school pondering about writing scripts, poems, and even short stories.

After that, he was fortunate to be favored by the publishing house, published several poems and short stories, and ushered in his first pot of gold.

The money is not much, and it is more than 20,000 manuscript fees.

But it also made him firm about the road in the future, how to go.

After graduating from college, he spent a year and a half writing an online detective short drama with only 15 episodes, which was successfully bought out by an entertainment company and gave him 100,000 yuan for the script.

In the next few years, he gradually became well-known in the circle, and during this period, he also met Xia Ruhua, his wife.

"Everyone has strengths, why can't you boast?"

Yang Qingmeng's jade hand teased the river, constantly making the sound of water sounding, and the two little feet were also fluttering.

Although she was shivering from the cold, she was still excited.

The world of geniuses is always different from ordinary people.

In her opinion, this is happiness.

"Yi An, the scripts you write are often philosophical, for example, in your "Dream Man", you wrote such a sentence, if human beings have never recognized the existence of dreams, they may be dreams themselves."

"Also, in the historical conspiracy script of "Eternal Life", you set the protagonist as a lonely and sober person, looking at the people around him, constantly obsessed with power, and finally sighed, power is the knife of life and death."

"It can be seen that you are a person who thinks a lot, and you have a brain that is good at thinking and diverging."

"I like that feeling, and I like smart people."

Yang Qingmeng raised a smile and looked at Yang Fan, smiling like a sunny pass.

Yang Fan stared at the face of this genius girl screenwriter and couldn't help but be a little stupid.

Once, there was a young girl who looked at herself like this, with a look of adoration on her face, and she said that I was the best and most special man.

That young girl is now his wife Xia Ruhua.

It's just that now between me and her, is there still such a heart-to-heart exchange?

"Hello? Feed? ”

Yang Qingmeng saw Yang Fan's gaze staring at her with a complicated and direct gaze, and she hurriedly waved her little hand.

"Huh? Sorry for the distraction. ”

Yang Fan woke up immediately and apologized apologetically.

Yang Qingmeng waved his hand and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I sometimes be in a daze, my thinking begins to diverge, and I also try to wake up suddenly in my sleep, and when inspiration comes, I have to write a manuscript all night." ”

When Yang Fan heard this, he couldn't help but echo excitedly: "Yes, yes, yes, I have also had such an experience, I have inspiration in my sleep, and I have to write it down when I wake up, so as not to forget it." ”

"Sometimes I even think again, as if the gods are telling me something in the form of a dream."

"So, my script for 'Dream Man' was written based on this experience."

Yang Fan was very excited, he finally found someone who was willing to share his creative experience with him.

He is a homely person, and his social interaction is basically relatively small.

Therefore, it is particularly important to get along with peers and insiders.

Lu Xiao stood not far away, smoking a cigarette, while watching Yang Fan and Yang Qingmeng chatting so happily, but he felt a little weird.

A security captain, talking with the company's top genius girl screenwriter, talking about each other, is really strange.

But after thinking of this security captain and a screenwriter, this weirdness disappeared a lot.

Now Yang Fan and Yang Qingmeng are chatting, is it happier than getting along with his wife?

In Lu Xiao's mind, such a question suddenly popped up.

He had seen Yang Fan's wife today, and it made him feel bad.

He didn't know how to describe that Xia Ruhua, anyway, this woman seemed to treat everyone very well except for Yang Fan's bad attitude.

If it weren't for the personality reasons, it would be that Xia Ruhua already hated Yang Fan in her heart, at least Yang Fan at this stage.

But Yang Qingmeng is now talking very happily with Yang Fan, and the two of them still laugh heartily from time to time, one is as crisp as a silver bell, and the other is as honest as a cow.

"It's getting dark, Ms. Yang."

"It's time for us to go..."

Although Lu Xiao was not too embarrassed to disturb their interest, it was really getting dark, and he had been here for more than two hours, and now it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was about to set.

The most important thing is that they have to write a report at the company at five o'clock.

Yang Qingmeng reluctantly glanced at the time of his watch, and smiled helplessly: "Time is too fast, it's a pity." ”

"It's not that the time is too fast, it's that we're talking too much."

Yang Fan's face was full of smiles, happy from the bottom of his heart.

He and Yang Qingmeng talked about the bottleneck period of screenwriting from the creation of the script, and talked about the difference between TV series and pure scripts.

After this discussion, more than two hours naturally passed.

"That's right, there are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant, and there is no speculation in more than half a sentence."

Yang Qingmeng nodded in agreement, and then she stood up and walked to the car.

Yang Fan also got up, patted the soil on his buttocks, and turned around to follow.

Lu Xiao drove the car and went straight to Xinlong Media.

As he drove the car, there was constant laughter behind him.

Yang Fan and Yang Qingmeng both sat in the back row, and talked about it with classics, laughing.

Lu Xiao feels that these two people are like husband and wife, with the same interests and appreciation for each other.

Half an hour later, the car entered the company's underground parking lot.

"Okay, screenwriter Yi'an, I'm very happy today."

"By the way, aren't you interested in my latest script? I'll send it to you, let's add friends. ”

After Yang Qingmeng got out of the car, he took the initiative to ask Yang Fan, and also took the initiative to add Yang Fan's friends.

Yang Fan did not refuse, it is also his honor to add such an excellent screenwriter in the circle to himself.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, Yang Qingmeng swept Yang Fan and added a friend.

"I'm leaving, you guys go and turn over the shift."

Yang Qingmeng still had a sunny smile, waved at the two, and then left.

Lu Xiao felt that her wave was for Yang Fan alone, because she didn't even look at herself.

"Don't look at it, there's no one to be seen."

Lu Xiao saw that Yang Fan still had a smile on his face, waved his hand, and looked at the exit where Yang Qingmeng left.

He couldn't help but remind him and patted Yang Fan on the shoulder.

Yang Fan retracted his gaze, shook his head and said, "Let's go." ”

The two men walked back to the company building and into the office.

"Captain, I'm on shift."

Lu Xiao gestured towards Yang Fan, and then turned to leave.

When he handed over the shift, he naturally had to talk to his boss, isn't Yang Fan the boss?

"Ma Guozhong, you take Lu Xiao's class, and you are responsible for Yang Qingmeng's security at night until she leaves the company and arrives home safely."

Yang Fan handed over Lu Xiao's class to another security guard.

"Yes, Captain."

Yang Fan cleaned up and prepared to get off work.

Just then, the phone in his office rang.

"Hey, who's that?"

I have to say that after having self-confidence, Yang Fan feels completely different.

Yang Qingmeng is like the best healing medicine, it only took one day to cure his decadence and inferiority complex in the past three years.

"I'm Zhao Xinlong, Yang Fan, you come to my office!"

Zhao Xinlong's tone was very serious, and he could vaguely hear the irrepressible anger.

Yang Fan felt strange, what did he do wrong today?

Didn't you?

However, Zhao Xinlong is looking for himself, he must go, after all, the former is the big boss of the company.

Three minutes later, he appeared in Zhao Xinlong's office.

"Chairman, are you looking for me?"

Yang Fan had a smile on his face and took the initiative to ask Zhao Xinlong.

Zhao Xinlong's eyes froze, and then he looked at Yang Fan in surprise.

Today's Yang Fan, why does he feel so weird?

In the past, it was all soft to tread, but today it seems to have more spirit.

This change is a good thing.

But it's a pity that he is looking for Yang Fan, but it is not a good thing.

"You write a resignation report and leave!"

Zhao Xinlong was lazy to talk nonsense with him, and shouted coldly.

The smile on Yang Fan's face froze for a moment.