Hong Kong Entertainment: The top class starts with great writers

It turns out that a few days ago, Chenxiang met a father and his daughter. They were reduced to this place due to floods in their hometown. They made a living by performing arts. Later, they heard from fellow villagers that the floods had receded, so they wanted to return to their hometown, but they didn't have enough money.

After Chenxiang knew about it, he went to support him every day and gave away all the money he had accumulated in his private house. The day before yesterday, his father thanked him and told him that he had collected enough money and would return home soon.

"As a result, yesterday, when I went to say goodbye to the father and daughter, I bumped into the son of the prefect. He slandered me and said that the father and daughter had to pay for their expenses because they stole his money. Otherwise, how could they have so much money if they were working as pennies?"

Chenxiang clenched her hands into fists, her eyes seemed to be spitting out fire, and she gritted her teeth and said, "That's all. Seeing that he is good-looking and can sing well, he actually said that the Range Rover he just opened is missing a top spot!"

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Guo Yunchen's eyes have long been glued to the paper. When Song Huanxi writes a sentence, he will read it, but like a baby waiting to be fed, the milk squeezed out of the bottle is never enough. He wishes he could turn into the pen in Song Huanxi's hand, hurry up. , faster!
It wasn't until he read these two paragraphs that Guo Yunchen withdrew his gaze and looked up at Song Huanxi——

The girl's forehead was already covered with sweat, but her eyes were as solid as a rock. Looking along her line of sight, she saw that the veins on the back of her hand holding the pen were protruding, and the words she wrote could be seen through the back of the paper, and they were impressive!

Looking at the words she wrote again, every word was full of tears and every sentence was an accusation. It was not Chen Xiang who was speaking here, it was clearly Song Huanxi who was using Chen Xiang's mouth to pour out the words from his heart!

"If someone raises a good child or sings well, what does it have to do with him! Does he have to go to his Range Rover building to be the number one?"

"It's nothing more than relying on status and power to bully others!"

"Poor that singing girl, she doesn't have the strength to tie a chicken, and her family doesn't have overnight food, so what can she do?!"

"If I hadn't stood up for her, I would have been in jail and wandered for the rest of my life!"

……

Song Huanxi was the last one. He used too much force and scratched the draft, which made the exclamation mark next to it seem gentler.

She then put down her pen, picked up the water glass next to her, and drank it down.

Guo Yunchen had thousands of words in his heart, but when Song Huanxi put down the water glass, Fang said softly: "You have laid so much groundwork, just for these few words?"

The Third Holy Mother used the pseudonym Liu Sanxia to influence her daughter Chenxiang through her novels and cultivate her character of hating evil, just to fight against injustice this time and bring out a poor singing girl who didn't even have a name but suffered almost exactly the same fate as Song Huanxi!

Song Huanxi nodded heavily, "Just now, in the studio, everyone hated me like a rat crossing the street, but they just read that news report that seemed to be true and fake."

She looked up at Guo Yunchen, her eyes bright and moving: "I realized at that time that it was necessary for me to let the world know the truth of the matter, and to clear my name and Lu Xingbang's innocence!"

Song Huanxi stated her thoughts in detail. She had no idea how dazzling she was at this moment. It was so dazzling that Guo Yunchen felt that the word "bit" was no longer worthy of Song Huanxi!

Another word suddenly appeared in Guo Yunchen's mind——

Star!

Song Huanxi smiled slightly: "But what can I do?!"

"Should I write a press release too?"

She shook her head: "No, the truth can never be determined by debate."

Song Huanxi smiled and raised the pen in her hand: "Fortunately, I still have this, so I thought, why not write it into the script?!"

"As soon as this idea came up, countless inspirations came to me. I was afraid that the inspiration would disappear, so I ran straight up!" Song Star was so cute that Guo Yunchen couldn't help it anymore. He stretched out his long arms and grabbed She held her in her arms, kissed her cheek gently, and said sincerely in her ear: "Well done!"

Song Huanxi's ears burned. Guo Yunchen didn't smoke. His body smelled fresh and clean, but his embrace was fiery and warm——

She always felt that beneath his gentle appearance was a passionate heart!
Song Huanxi raised her hand with great effort and inserted it between the two of them. With a little effort, Guo Yunchen took the initiative to let go of his hand. His fair face was also stained with a hint of spring, which made her shyness fade away a lot.

Song Huanxi raised the pen in his hand again: "I would also like to thank you for your pen. It is very smooth and does not hold me back."

Guo Yunchen coughed lightly and motioned for her to open the drawer on the left. He saw a drawer filled with a dazzling array of pens of various colors, many of which were packed in gift boxes, which looked very expensive at first glance.

Guo Yunchen announced very generously: "It's all yours, Mr. Hongchen Yixiao."

Song Huanxi pursed her lips and smiled: "Okay! Then I'll be disrespectful!"

Guo Yunchen looked at the script that had already written several pages and asked, "Do you want to continue writing it?"

According to his experience, the scripts Song Huanxi had just written were enough for more than a week of filming, and now she just had to race against time again.

Song Huanxi exerted force on her hands and patted her cheeks, feeling refreshed and said, "Write more!"

"Chen Xiang behaved inappropriately, but every word he said was reasonable. A single sentence could not hurt someone's life. He turned it around Liu Yanchang's lips again and again, but in the end he still didn't say it out loud, because he also believed in his heart that the son of the prefect was a real person. Damn it!

Finally, Liu Yanchang waved his hand helplessly, telling his daughter to step back. He turned to look at his wife, and his expression suddenly became solemn: "Madam, what price did you pay to bring the son of the prefect back to life?" ! '

The Third Holy Mother waved her hand casually, and just as she was about to say something perfunctory, Liu Yanchang blocked her mouth directly: "Brother told me that although your power is boundless, you are limited by the laws of heaven and cannot do whatever you want!"If you do anything outside of Heaven's rules, you will be punished by Heaven! '

The smile on San Shengsheng's face could no longer be suppressed, and she secretly complained about her brother. Yang Erlang had been a complainer since he was a child!I have loved to complain to my uncle since I was a child. Now that I am married, I still complain to my sister-in-law!

Liu Yanchang was already looking at his wife carefully. After a moment, his eyes focused on Zhaojun's condom on his wife's head——

My wife is a man of God. She has never been afraid of cold or heat, but today she put on a forehead wipe——

Liu Yanchang's eyes suddenly widened, surprised and happy: "Brother Erlang, why are you here?" ! '

The Third Holy Mother was startled and looked back subconsciously. As soon as she said it, she was wiping her forehead, but Liu Yanchang had already lifted it off!

Liu Yanchang looked at her white hair on the temples with heartache: "Madam——"

The Third Holy Mother disagreed and stroked her temples gently: "Wouldn't this allow me and Liu Lang to grow old together? Great!"

Liu Yanchang stood up suddenly, his face extremely determined: "I'm going to find Brother Erlang!"

Her brother has been her nemesis since she was a child. She finally got married and lived a few years of leisure, but this stupid husband actually took the initiative to find her killer!
The Third Holy Mother also stood up, trying to speak louder than Liu Lang: "Why are you looking for him! He can't even lay eggs! He's worse than the chickens at home!"

Liu Yanchang: "..."

He gritted his teeth and said: "I can't control Chenxiang, and you can't control Chenxiang, so we can only let her uncle take care of it!"

How about it? Isn’t what my brother wrote great?
good night!