"Stop praising me. I only have this little pride left."
Yang Fan smiled helplessly and shrugged his shoulders.
In the first half of his life, except for some experience in writing scripts, he had nothing else.
Although I went to a prestigious university in the province, I learned the useless software development program, which is commonly known as the programmer major.
Before he graduated from college, he was thinking about writing scripts, poetry, and even some short stories in school every day.
Later, he was very lucky to be noticed by a publishing house, and he published several poems and short stories, which also ushered in his first pot of gold.
The money is not much, just over 20,000 yuan in royalties.
But it also made him determined about his future path.
After graduating from college, he spent a year and a half writing an Internet detective short drama with only fifteen episodes. It was successfully bought out by an entertainment company and gave him a script fee of 100,000 yuan.
In the following few years, he gradually became famous in the industry, and during this period he also met Xia Ruhua, his wife.
"Everyone has strengths, why can't we boast about them?"
Yang Qingmeng's jade hands stirred the river water, making constant sounds of water, and her two little feet were also flapping.
Although she was shivering from the cold, she was still excited.
The world of geniuses is always different from that of ordinary people.
To her, this is happiness.
"Yi An, the scripts you write are often full of philosophy. For example, in your "Dream Man", you wrote this sentence, if humans have never realized the existence of dreams, maybe they themselves are dreams."
"Also, in the historical conspiracy script "Eternal Life", you set the protagonist to be 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.
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"It can be seen that you are a person with many thoughts. You have a brain that is good at thinking and diverging."
"I like this feeling, and I also like smart people."
Yang Qingmeng raised a smile and looked at Yang Fan, smiling like the sun.
Yang Fan stared at the face of this talented girl screenwriter and couldn't help but feel a little crazy.
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who looked at me like this, with admiration on her face. She said that I was the best and most special man.
That young girl is now his wife Xia Ruhua.
But now, have we ever had such a heart-to-heart communication between her and me?
"Hello? Hello?"
Yang Qingmeng saw Yang Fan's complicated eyes staring directly at her, and she quickly waved her little hands.
"Huh? Sorry, I was a little distracted."
Yang Fan woke up immediately and apologized apologetically.
Yang Qingmeng waved his hand and smiled nonchalantly: "It's okay. Sometimes I will be in a daze and my thoughts will start to wander. I will sometimes wake up suddenly from my sleep. When I get inspiration, I will stay up all night writing manuscripts."
When Yang Fan heard this, he couldn't help but excitedly echoed: "Yes, yes, I have had the same experience. I got 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 about it, as if the gods are telling me something in the form of dreams."
"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.
For a homebody like him, social interaction is basically limited.
Therefore, getting along with peers and people in the circle is particularly important.
Lu Xiao stood not far away, smoking a cigarette and watching Yang Fan and Yang Qingmeng chatting so happily, but felt a little weird.
A security captain chatted with the company's top talented girl screenwriter, and they were close friends. It was really strange.
But after thinking that the security captain is also a screenwriter, this weird feeling disappeared a lot.
Is Yang Fan happier now chatting with Yang Qingmeng than getting along with his wife?
Such a question suddenly popped up in Lu Xiao's mind.
He met Yang Fan's wife today and she felt bad.
He didn't know how to describe that Xia Ruhua. Anyway, this woman seemed to treat everyone else very well except for her bad attitude towards Yang Fan.
If it's not because of his personality, it's because Xia Ruhua already hates Yang Fan in her heart, at least she hates Yang Fan at this stage.
But Yang Qingmeng is now talking happily with Yang Fan, and the two of them laugh heartily from time to time. One is as crisp as a silver bell, and the other is as simple and honest as an ox.
"It's getting dark soon, Ms. Yang."
"We should go..."
Although Lu Xiao was too embarrassed to disturb their interest, it was getting dark. He had been here for more than two hours. It was almost four o'clock in the afternoon and the sun was going to set soon.
The most important thing is that they have to write reports at the company at five o'clock.
Yang Qingmeng reluctantly glanced at the time on his watch and smiled helplessly: "Time goes too fast, it's a pity."
"It's not that time flies too fast, it's that we are too involved in the conversation."
Yang Fan's face was filled with smiles, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart.
He and Yang Qingmeng just talked about the script creation, the screenwriter's bottleneck period, and the differences between TV dramas and pure scripts.
Naturally, more than two hours passed after this discussion.
"That's right. A thousand cups of wine is too little to drink with a close friend, but half a sentence is too much to talk without speculation."
Yang Qingmeng nodded in agreement, then she stood up and walked into the car.
Yang Fan also stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, turned around and followed.
Lu Xiao drove the car and went straight to Xinlong Media.
As he drove the car, laughter kept coming from behind him.
Yang Fan and Yang Qingmeng were both sitting in the back row, talking and quoting from classics, laughing.
Lu Xiao felt that these two talents were like a couple, with the same interests and admiration 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 and let's become friends."
After Yang Qingmeng got out of the car, he took the initiative to ask Yang Fan and even wanted to be Yang Fan's friend.
Yang Fan did not refuse. It was an honor for him to be joined by such an outstanding screenwriter in the industry.
Ding!
With a crisp sound, Yang Qingmeng scanned Yang Fan and added friends.
"I'm leaving, you guys go and take over your shift."
Yang Qingmeng still had a sunny smile, waved to the two of them, and then left.
Lu Xiao felt that her wave was for Yang Fan alone, because she didn't even look at him.
"Don't look, there's no one left."
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 looked away, shook his head and said, "Let's go."
The two people walked back to the company building and entered the office.
"Captain, I've handed over my shift."
Lu Xiao gestured towards Yang Fan, then turned and left.
When he handed over his shift, he naturally had to tell his boss. Isn't Yang Fan the boss?
"Ma Guozhong, you take over Lu Xiao's shift and be 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 tidied up and got ready to get off work.
Just then, the phone in his office rang.
"Hello, who's there?"
I have to say that after gaining confidence, Yang Fan feels completely different.
Yang Qingmeng was like the best healing medicine. It only took one day to cure his decadence and low self-esteem for the past three years.
"I am Zhao Xinlong, Yang Fan, please come to my office!"
Zhao Xinlong's tone was very serious, and one could vaguely hear the uncontrollable anger.
Yang Fan felt strange, what did he do wrong today?
no?
But Zhao Xinlong was looking for him, so he had to go. After all, the former was 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.
Why does Yang Fan feel so weird today?
It used to be soft, but today it seems to have more energy.
This change is a good thing.
But it's a pity that it's not a good thing for him to find Yang Fan.
"Write a resignation report and leave!"
Zhao Xinlong lazily talked nonsense with him and scolded him coldly.