As Shao Qing expected, Yan Qing had no idea what was happening downstairs.
After Miao Miao finished cleaning herself up and led cameraman Tan Sen back to her office from the conference room on the first floor, Yan Qing even continued to coax Miao Miao a few words, thinking that she was still resentful of Shao Qing.
Under the lens of the restarted camera, the two continued to discuss the Shudong manuscripts that Yili had screened out and believed had certain adaptation value.
After going through all the manuscripts, Yan Qing read a manuscript into the camera in a low and magnetic voice-over:
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"Thirteen years have passed since what I want to say...
During this period I was married and divorced twice.
Now that I am suffering from an incurable disease and on my deathbed, every time I look back on the past, what I think about most is not my two ex-wives.
I found that I was obsessed with her.
Men are always so pathetic, unable to meet the most suitable girl for them at the most suitable time.
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I always can't help but think about it, if all this is not because I am too self-centered and too smart, then she will be with me to spend the last period of my life.
Rather than like now: every day, a person wakes up from the pain after the analgesic has expired, and then watches the sunset alone.
Whenever I think about this, I feel a little lucky...
Rather than letting her go through the pain of losing her lover, I would rather bear the pain alone.
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Thirteen years ago, I was thirty-six and already had a successful career. My stable image and humorous conversation helped me to move among all kinds of girls with ease.
At that time, people around me regarded these slutty behaviors as material to praise me, and I gradually believed them to be true, thinking that there was no girl I could not win with based on the theory I made up.
Until I met a strange girl in Huadu City, Eastern Guangdong Province. Forgive me for my lack of words when describing her beauty. All in all, I was deeply attracted to her.
At the time, I thought it was just another simple game that could be easily grasped.
As usual, I did not rush forward to disturb her. Instead, I used some trivial means to investigate her education, work situation, eating habits, reading preferences, hobbies, and even the environment where she grew up.
We went to great lengths to create a perfect encounter.
In the underground passage where she took the subway home, with the help of a few passers-by, I played some good music on the violin in front of her and finished it in advance for a little girl selling flowers in the underground passage.
completed her sales mission.
Finally, I chose the last half of a broken white rose left in the girl's basket as my reward, and then asked her in a soft and aged voice if she would mind giving this half of the flower to my sister in a trench coat who was watching.
In this way, I successfully intervened in her life with a beautiful encounter.
In just a few days of getting along, I was well prepared.
She was "unexpectedly" and "pleasantly surprised" to discover that we are so in tune, from Socrates to Hegel, from Bach to Liszt, from Yunnan Sump to mojito with absinthe, from Ji Yi
From "Going North" directed by Fan Fan to "The Rainy Night" directed by Lin Shupu.
Just when I felt overjoyed that I had the opportunity to stay at her house, I couldn't restrain my eagerness for success and made one mistake at a time.
While coaxing her, I accidentally revealed that I had asked her classmates for information. Even if I brought out various romantic surprises prepared at her home in advance, it was of no avail.
In the end, more flaws were revealed, and she guessed that it all came from my careful design.
After giving me a hard slap and driving me out of the house, she disappeared from my world.
I still remember clearly what she said to me before closing the door:
"Liking someone doesn't mean making a list and then pretending to live the way the list describes. You, a scumbag who plays with women's feelings, don't deserve to like him!"
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I often fantasize about:
If there hadn’t been this terminal malignant bone tumor and cancer;
If you give me another chance to do it again.
I will definitely forget those nonsense theories and try my best to pursue her once."
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After listening to Yan Qing's reading of the manuscript, Miao Miao rarely expressed her objections. She leaned close to Yan Qing's ear and whispered:
"Brother Qing'er, why do you want to help the scumbag clear his name?"
Yan Qing silently exited the gentlemanly space, smiled at the camera and said:
"Actually, it's not about whitewashing the scumbag. In fact, he or the girl will not appear in our script in the end..."
Yan Qing skillfully used the insights and insights he learned from "Towards Simple Drama":
"The creative inspiration of the script does come from life, but the screenwriter will also do some corresponding artistic processing to make the final storyline have enough conflicts, and then use these conflicts to promote the development of the plot."
Yan Qing said to Miao Miao confidently:
"I already have some ideas. I will make a script framework in the past two days. Please help me pay attention to when our second manuscript reading preparatory meeting will be held. The script you see then will definitely not be a substitute for a scumbag.
A cleansing story.”
"Brother Qing, I understand what you are saying. When I was studying at the Art Management Training School, our teacher talked about the script creation idea of "Save the Cat", which is to design some orderly dramatic conflicts to promote the development of the plot."
Miao Miao somewhat understood what Yan Qing meant and cooperated with Yan Qing in front of the camera:
"So we have to make major revisions to this story, right? Is there enough time?"
"It's a bit rushed, but it's not a big problem. I'll go back to the study to sort out my thoughts. Once I think clearly, I'll start writing."
Yan Qing already has a draft in his mind on how to adapt this story. He plans to integrate such a story into the absurd setting background of a time loop, and refer to "Groundhog Day" to make a book that suits the Chinese background.
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In this way, Tan Sen followed Yan Qing in the study with the camera and took some more shots:
A shot of Yan Qing concentrating on writing ideas;
Shots of Yan Qing setting the frame of the story on the manuscript paper:
Yan Qing holds a sketch pencil and outlines the shots of split-shot lighting design;
I want to see the shot of the pen moving like flying after a certain paragraph.
It was not until sunset in the imperial capital that Tan Sen left with a satisfied camera and a camera full of footage.
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The next morning, Yan Qing and Miao Miao met Shao Qing, Weng Huaijing and Zhou Peipei on time at Caochangdi Art Village.
Seeing Miao Miao greeting Shao Qing affectionately and saying "Sister Qing" sweetly made Yan Qing doubt the authenticity of his experience yesterday.
Shao Qing looked at Yan Qing in confusion, and she responded with a smile:
"This is the secret between me and Xiaomei."
"Okay."
Yan Qing agreed and didn't dwell on this anymore. It was better for them to have a good relationship than to have a fight soon.
While replying to Shao Qing, Yan Qing secretly glanced at the person standing behind Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei.
Weng Huaijing wore a black fisherman's hat with the brim hanging down to cover her eyes, a dark gray printed T-shirt, a white shirt tied around her waist, and a washed white slim-fitting nine-point pair that covered her long legs.
Pair with jeans and plain canvas shoes.
Yan Qing secretly sneered and thought to himself: "Maybe this person doesn't like to wear cropped pants, but normal pants naturally look like cropped pants when worn on the body. It can be considered that the proportion is too good.
Worry."
Weng Huaijing noticed Yan Qing's sideways glance. She raised her hand to adjust the brim of her hat. After giving him a cold look, she turned slightly to leave her back to him.
Deng Wenbin, who was welcoming them out, also saw them and enthusiastically led everyone into the Star Recording Studio.
Some time ago, through Miao Miao's matchmaking, Deng Wenbin received the recording work of some songs from Wang Wanxi's new album from Chutian, and occasionally asked Yan Qing through Miao Miao for parameter setting issues on the new equipment.
Yan Qing didn't exchange much greetings with Deng Wenbin. He went to the control room of Recording Studio No. 1, plugged in the USB disk he brought with him on the music workstation and started working.
The production progress of both songs went smoothly throughout the day, although Yan Qing and Weng Huaijing still had little communication.
The standard of Weng Huaijing's studio recordings was astonishingly high. She could understand the details that Yan Qing picked out in the prison studio with just a gesture or look from Yan Qing, and she could adjust them very quickly.
As a professional music producer who has collaborated with a large number of singers in his previous life, Yan Qing is famous for his strict requirements on the performance of singers in the recording studio.
But Weng Huaijing conquered Yan Qing's picky ears with his superb understanding of the work and excellent adjustment ability.
"She's definitely a natural singer."
Deng Wenbin, who was also in the control room and participating in the monitoring booth, looked amazed.
"She must have had a lot of studio recording experience before, and she and I must have recorded songs together."
Yan Qing became more and more certain of his judgment.
The recording process went smoothly. Before three o'clock in the afternoon, the digital master tape sources of the two songs had been copied to the encrypted USB disk prepared by Whisper Music for Shao Qing and Miao Miao.
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Caochangdi Art Village
Planned waiting area for private cars
"Sister Qing, see you tomorrow."
Miao Miaozhao sent off Shao Qing and the other three who drove over.
"Xiao meow, what's going on between you and Shao Qing? You're Sister Qing. Sister Qing started to meow. Shao Qing's little meow came back."
In the end, Yan Qing couldn't hold it back and asked Miao Miao directly.
"This is a secret between us women, Brother Qing'er, don't ask.
The car is here, let’s go back.”
Miao Miao covered her face and changed the topic with the help of the car that slowly stopped in front of her.
"Shao Qing, this old fox is really good at making the general manager of my studio bend his elbows outward."
Yan Qing could only shake his head and complain as he got into the car.
"What an old fox, Brother Qing'er, don't say that to Sister Qing in the future."
Miao Miaojiao smiled and rushed forward to cover Yan Qing's mouth, but Yan Qing reached out and pushed her back to her seat.
"It's better to go back and continue writing the script outline. Will there be a draft reading preparatory meeting the day after tomorrow?"
Yan Qing asked Miao Miao seriously.
Miao Miaoxiao stopped, flipped through the chat history on her phone and added:
"Yes, and Luo Bing also said that at 10 o'clock tomorrow morning, the Blue V account of the Whispering platform "Talent Co., Ltd." and the program preview of Pearl TV will start to pre-heat and promote our program."
"Who is laughing when the curtain opens, hiding aside to watch the excitement?"
Yan Qing hummed a lyric and closed his eyes in the car to relax.