Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

Song Huanxi didn't know that she had escaped another imminent crisis. She and a few friends walked towards the cafeteria talking and laughing.

Now that they are getting more and more familiar with the chef, there is no need to run over in advance - now they have their own reserved places in the cafeteria.

When we arrived at the cafeteria, meals for six people were already placed on the table in the corner. Today’s extra meal is a coconut milk jelly with honey bean raisins and dried hawthorn in it. The girls fell in love with it at the first sight up.

It was the first time for Song Huanxi to eat it. After eating it, he made up his mind and told his second sister when he got home to see if she could reproduce it. When the time comes, it will be sold at the entrance of the cinema. It must be very popular.

It was only sold for half a day at the entrance of the cinema yesterday, and the income was gratifying. The Song family sisters fell in love with the feeling of making money.

In the afternoon, Qin Dao’s screenwriter’s class is fixed. Unlike in the morning, blind boxes are always opened. Sheep and rabbits were opened in the previous week. They are cute and gentle. In the morning, a big tiger was opened out of nowhere. It’s exciting. .

Everyone's spirits were a little too tense. When they arrived at the dormitory after eating, they fell asleep immediately after touching their heads on the pillow. When they woke up, they felt refreshed.

As soon as the class started in the afternoon, Qin Dao hurried in, without talking nonsense, and went straight to the topic: "Continue to write today, the old rules, and the performances of each group will start in two hours."

After speaking, he sat down directly by the podium, but he was a little dazed.

Qin Dao felt a little weird. Last night, he played in the arena all night, and watched the brothers of the sixth boss and the fifth boss fight against each other, and silently wrote it down in his material book.

As soon as he got home this morning, his wife Lin Qing directly said that he was going to get a divorce, which confused him. The first time he touched his pocket, he forgot to give it to the family?
Up to now, he is still a little confused, why is he going to divorce all of a sudden?

Qin Dao didn't notice at all. Among the students below, one of them had secretly looked at him several times.

Wang Yu was also very depressed, Qingshui Bay is so remote, there is nothing but Pei's studio, no dance hall, no restaurant, only a stadium, and there are no lights when it gets dark!
Bored, he had to wander around after dinner, but he met Qin Shihuang's sister-in-law several times.

After coming and going, he got acquainted. This beautiful girl is also very miserable. After marrying a husband who doesn't come home every night, he persuades her to just get a divorce.

For the past few days, Lin Qing kept shaking his head, but for some reason yesterday, he suddenly opened up——

On the contrary, Wang Yu was frightened, he was just a suggestion, don't take it casually!
Alas, looking at screenwriter Qin like this, it seems that he was really dumped.

A sense of guilt welled up in Wang Yu's heart, and he couldn't do things with peace of mind. Qin Haoyang, who was in front of him, leaned halfway back, relying on his stature, and saw a blank piece of paper on Wang Yu's desk.

Qin Haoyang rolled his eyes, and put down his pen with peace of mind - there is Ah Huan anyway!

Shen Mengru wanted to write, but her mind was full of the coconut jelly she ate at noon—can you ask Ah Huan to come forward and ask the chef to make it again?
When she came back to her senses, the draft paper in front of her was already occupied by the word Coconut Jelly.

Zhu Shengxiao has always been a serious person, even knowing that everyone will definitely choose A Huan's manuscript in the end, she is still very serious in writing——

Just as I was writing, I suddenly felt something was wrong:
—— Baoyu poked his head over and asked with a smile: "Sister Lin, is this a purse made for me?"

——Baoyu lay lazily in the gazebo, with one hand stretched out to bask in the sun, "Oh, if only I could bask in the sun like this every day instead of reading."

——Baoyu's right hand was tanned, and everyone told everyone that it was stained with ink because of too much writing. When his father found out, he would beat him.

——Baoyu shouted while running, "Daddy, stop chasing, if you chase again, my whole body will fall into the ink vat!"

——Baoyu began to take off her clothes while running!

……

Zhu Shengxiao wrote it very happily, and when he finished writing, he suddenly realized: This is not Baoyu, it is clearly the young general that Ah Huan performed in the morning!

She blushed, crumpled the draft, wanted to tear it up, but was reluctant, and finally unfolded the paper again, tried to smooth out the wrinkles with her hands, folded it carefully, and packed it up.

After all this tossing, the time has come.

So, when several people got together to review each other's manuscripts, only Song Huanxi and Guan Zhizhou took out the manuscripts.

The rest of the people stared at each other, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and the scumbags were all grateful in their hearts, that no one had written it!
Looking at Guan Zhizhou again, he continued his usual style and only wrote one sentence:

——In the cold winter solstice, Daiyu was seriously ill and died. Baoyu was too sad and followed her away.

Song Huanxi and the others looked at each other in dismay, secretly said something cruel, Mr. Guan obviously didn't want to write a sequel, and let them forget the past after they were all dead.

Naturally, this simple and crude draft cannot be used.

The hope of the whole group once again fell on Song Huanxi.

Except for Song Huanxi, several heads gathered together to view this single seedling. After a while, the few people were relieved again, and they felt at ease in their hearts——

Luckily I didn't write it!
Song Huanxi took the stage to draw lots. This time, Qin Dao was obviously in a trance. She actually won the first prize and was the first to perform.

The group by the window has long been used to being on stage at the finale. When Song Huanxi came on stage to draw lots, each of them turned or fell, found a comfortable posture, and was ready to watch the show.

Unexpectedly, he would be on stage soon.

All of a sudden, there was chaos, the costume was worn with the wrong sleeve, and the person who was looking for boots tripped, and it was 10 minutes after they cleaned up.

But Qin Dao didn't lose his temper, and motioned them to start performing dumbly. At the same time, he was still thinking, why did she ask for a divorce?

Didn't you eat the steak?His eyes hurt from the two candles, so he didn't say anything.

I also watched the movie, and even called a car to take her home after the movie - he can always predict the plot in advance, so I don't like watching movies so much, so let's watch it with her!

He also went with him when he wanted to buy clothes. He tried on every piece and said it looked good, but in the end he got angry and didn't buy any.

……

All kinds of things, Qin Dao really didn't understand, what did he do wrong, he was still comfortable writing the script, and the female characters in it wouldn't have so many things.

The female characters in his works either have a straightforward personality, say what they want and what they want to do, or do it directly when they disagree.

What Qin Dao didn't understand the most was that before marriage, Lin Qing also had a cheerful personality, how could he become like this after marriage——

Qin Dao thought for a long time, and finally thought of a suitable word——

Capricious!

right!It's capricious!

Every time she said what to do, he did, but she was still unhappy in the end!