Chapter 122 Sources of Inspiration
The comments below are getting more and more heated.

"After "Wuxin", I will continue with "The Road to Darkness". My God, I love Han Yuwei so much."

"I said she was the No.1 screenwriter, no one refuted it?"

"The synopsis of "The Road to Darkness" is too good-looking, I look forward to it!"

"Looking forward to +1"

"Looking forward + ID number!"

"I will work hard to make money, book the venue, and support my goddess!"

Tang Yimo turned off the phone, his eyes dimmed.

This was within her expectation, but also seemed to be beyond her expectation.

She can feel that Han Yuwei's concern and friendship for her are not fake, but in comparison, Han Yuwei prefers fame and wealth.

She still chose to betray their friendship.

It's not that Tang Yimo's heart doesn't hurt, it's just that he has prepared ahead of time, and at this moment, he doesn't feel so uncomfortable.

From the point of view of marketing methods, it was done by Han Yuwei's agency, in order to create a wave of enthusiasm and raise the expectations of netizens before the filming of "The Road to Darkness" started.

She still remembers the inspiration when she wrote "The Road to Darkness".

When she lived in the country with her grandfather, she would go to the town to go to the market every weekend. There was a road that must be passed back and forth, and there were graves all along the side of the road.

She would pass by a double grave.

When she was five or six years old, she was always afraid. The neighbor was a five-guarantee household, and he liked to make up ghost stories to scare her.

Lao Zhang, a five-guarantee household, said that when he came back from the market, he saw a beautiful girl holding an umbrella, but it was not raining at all, so he wiped his eyes, and the girl disappeared out of thin air.

He suspected that he had walked on the road to the underworld.

When she was a child, she believed in the hell that Lao Zhang said, and every time she walked on that path, she felt that someone was watching her from behind.

When she turned her head, she saw nothing.

When she was 14 years old, she went back to the countryside and met an old couple burning paper in front of the grave. She was afraid that ghosts would haunt her, so she worshiped in front of the grave.

Seeing that she was kind-hearted, the old couple told her about the past.

That part of the past made "The Road to Darkness".

After withdrawing his thoughts, Tang Yimo called his grandfather.

Grandpa happily called her: "Little Bubble."

"Grandpa, how are you doing?"

"I'm fine, don't miss me." Grandpa said with a smile.

Tang Yimo said coquettishly: "Grandpa, I will go home to see you tomorrow, I want to eat roasted corn and roasted sweet potatoes."

"Okay, Grandpa will make it for you." The old man was very happy, and said: "It just rained in the country, and the road is slippery. Be careful when you come back."

"it is good."

After Tang Yimo hung up the phone, her eyes became deeper and deeper. Apart from seeing her grandfather, she also wanted to visit the lonely old couple.

the other side.

Han Yuwei opened Tang Yimo's QQ, looked at the densely packed stories in the space, and imagined Tang Yimo's hard work in writing this article, her eyes were red.

I still remember that in the third year of junior high school, the students all liked to play Qzone, because there were many emotional stories and ghost stories in it, and they would never get tired of watching the late night.

Momo's favorite thing every day is planting and writing books, but the stories she writes in the space will not be made public.

And she is the first reader of every Momo story.

Momo will only show her.

Originally, she wanted to help Momo collect these treasures, but her younger brother was seriously ill, her parents were under pressure, and the family needed a lot of money. She had no choice but to use these stories.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

(End of this chapter)

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