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Full House

This is one of the Korean dramas that He Yi'an watched in his previous life.

This drama was written in 2004, and it's only 2002 now. It wouldn't be difficult for He Yi'an to write it and then make some adaptations.

As for your question about whether the script for this drama is already finished?

Actually, no!

Unlike Chinese dramas, Korean dramas are often written and broadcast simultaneously, with adjustments made to the plot based on audience feedback. This gives screenwriters a great deal of power.

He didn't watch many Korean dramas in his past life, only eight or nine.

Miss Mermaid, Witch Yoo Hee, My Girlfriend is a Gumiho, The Heirs, Reply 1988, My Mister, Dark Glory...

Although it can spread, the Korean dramas he sees will definitely be of high quality.

However, it must be acknowledged that South Korea is indeed commendable in the field of idol dramas.

"Full House" was a drama that further boosted Song Hye-kyo's fame.

All I can say to this soldier who went off the rails is my apology!

The reason He Yi'an chose to start with this drama instead of "The Mermaid Princess" was simply because this drama had already finished filming and was currently airing...

Shaking his head to clear his mind of those unwanted thoughts, He Yi'an began to try to recall the plot of the drama.

Then I started writing, rewriting these scenes into text, and presenting them as a script.

Those names with a strong South Korean flavor definitely need to be changed.

With He Yi'an's rewriting, a brand new script appeared directly on the white printing paper.

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Act One!

Scene 1: Detached villa in the suburbs | Day

Character: Wen Wan

Summer 2002, the afternoon sun was gentle.

A white detached house with a small courtyard in the suburbs, planted with sycamores and roses, is an old-fashioned and exquisite private residence. A wooden sign hangs on the door: Wanqing Xiaozhu.

The interior decoration is simple and cozy, with a classic homey feel.

Wen Wan was in her early twenties, with long, smooth hair cascading over her shoulders. She wore loose cotton loungewear and had a clean, gentle demeanor. Her soft eyes and brows exuded a youthful and fragile charm.

She leaned over the wooden desk by the window, facing the desktop computer, her fingers clumsily tapping the keyboard, the screen displaying an unfinished manuscript of a romance novel.

Snacks, handwritten papers, and a glass were scattered on the table, and the room exuded the casualness of a girl living alone.

Wen Wan stretched, rubbed her sore eyes, turned to look at the bright sunshine outside the window, and sighed softly.

Wen Wan (to herself, sighing helplessly): I've been revising for half a month, but the magazine editor still thinks the storyline is too bad and not engaging... When will I be able to support myself by writing articles?

She turned around and gently surveyed the entire house.

This is the only asset her parents left her after their passing; it is her only refuge and source of confidence.

My phone (flip phone) suddenly vibrated.

Wen Wan's eyes lit up, and she immediately answered the call.

Wen Wan (light and expectant): Feed? A Zhe, Xiao Ya?

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Act Two!

Scene 2: Living room of a villa | Dark

Characters: Wen Wan, Lin Zhe, Zhang Xiaoya (female lead's best friend and lover)

Wen Wan's two close friends pushed open the door and walked into the house.

Lin Zhe, the boy, looked embarrassed and awkward, while Zhang Xiaoya, the girl, looked haggard, her eyes filled with anxiety.

The two are Wen Wan's best friends since childhood. They are both heavily in debt, and Zhang Xiaoya is unexpectedly pregnant and urgently needs funds.

Zhang Xiaoya (feigning happiness, trying to sound excited): Wanwan! Congratulations! We helped you enter a lucky draw and you won a free three-day trip to Shanghai for two! All-inclusive, including airfare and hotel!

Lin Zhe (cooperating, his eyes darting away): You're incredibly lucky! This trip is only valid this week, it expires after that. You're too tired from writing at home every day, this is a good opportunity to get away and relax.

Wen Wan was stunned, then her eyebrows relaxed instantly, her eyes filled with surprise and no sign of defensiveness.

Wen Wan (incredulous): Really? I've never won a prize before!

Zhang Xiaoya (holding Wen Wan's hand, feigning intimacy): Of course it's true! We'll definitely save the best luck for you. Hurry up and pack your bags, we're leaving tomorrow.

Wen Wan, completely unsuspecting, smiled broadly.

She was completely unaware that her most trusted friend had already planned to sell her only house to pay off her debts while she was away.

Wen Wan (nodding happily): Okay! I'll go tomorrow!

……

Act Three!

Scene 3: Cabin of a Commercial Aircraft | Japan

Characters: Wen Wan, Lu Chen, flight attendant

The 2002 commercial airliner features a retro and simple cabin layout, with sunlight streaming into the cabin through the portholes.

Lu Chen sat by the window.

He was in his early twenties, with a tall and straight posture, and his features were cool and refined. He wore a simple black casual top and had a noble and aloof demeanor.

As a currently popular idol singer and actor in mainland China, he has an outstanding appearance, a natural sense of distance, and a cool and aloof demeanor, giving off an aura that keeps strangers at bay.

He wore black sunglasses, leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes to rest, and his brows showed the fatigue of a celebrity who is always on a busy schedule.

He remained silent throughout, unwilling to be disturbed by anyone.

Wen Wan, carrying a simple canvas bag, sat down next to him, looking somewhat bewildered.

It was my first time traveling by plane, and I was full of new and curious sights. I kept fidgeting and making little movements, which was both awkward and adorable.

The plane taxied slowly, accelerated for takeoff, and experienced slight turbulence.

Wen Wan, who had never flown before, panicked instantly, her face turned pale, and she subconsciously reached out and grabbed Lu Chen's arm tightly beside her.

Lu Chen suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowing instantly behind his sunglasses, exuding a chilling aura.

He looked down at the hand that was tightly gripping his, his face full of impatience and surprise.

Lu Chen (in a clear, low voice, with a distant and icy tone): Let go.

Wen Wan was startled awake by his cold tone. She snapped back to her senses, hurriedly let go of his hand, and her cheeks flushed red instantly, feeling embarrassed and awkward.

Wen Wan (in a hurried, low voice): I'm sorry... I'm a little afraid of heights, this is my first time on a plane.

Lu Chen did not respond, but simply withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes again, and remained extremely indifferent, completely isolating himself from his surroundings.

Wen Wan sat up awkwardly, secretly glancing at the handsome and aloof man beside her. She recognized him as Lu Chen, the currently popular actor, and felt both surprised and reserved.

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Act IV!

Scene 4: Evening Retreat Villa | Dusk

Characters: Lu Chen, real estate agent

As the sun sets, its afterglow bathes the entire white villa, and the courtyard is quiet and peaceful.

Lu Chen, dressed simply, stood at the entrance of the courtyard, having shed the fatigue of his journey.

Because he is constantly on the go filming schedule, he has never had a fixed place to live, so he asked an agent to find a quiet and private house suitable for living and resting alone.

The real estate agent stood to the side, enthusiastically introducing the property.

"Mr. Lu, this Wanqing Xiaozhu is the quietest and most private detached house in this area. It has excellent natural light and is far from the hustle and bustle of the city. It is especially suitable for artists like you who need a quiet rest. The landlord is in a hurry to sell the house to raise cash, and the price is reasonable."

Lu Chen raised his eyes and slowly surveyed the entire house.

Shaded by sycamore trees, the courtyard is quiet and peaceful. The house is clean and airy, far from the hustle and bustle, which perfectly meets his needs.

His usually aloof expression twitched slightly, revealing a rare hint of satisfaction.

Lu Chen (speaking calmly): This is the one. Get the paperwork done as soon as possible.

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Act V

Scene 5: Wanqing Xiaozhu Villa | Three days later, early morning

Characters: Wen Wan, Lu Chen

It was a cool, rainy morning.

After a short trip, Wen Wan happily returned home, carrying her small bag.

She took out her key to open the door, inserted it into the lock, but found that the key wouldn't turn.

Wen Wan froze, tried repeatedly but still couldn't open the door. Then the smile on her face slowly faded, and unease rose in her heart.

The next second, the door was pushed open from the inside.

Lu Chen stood in the entryway, wearing a casual shirt with the cuffs rolled up, his black hair slightly damp, exuding a cool and languid aura.

Eyes facing each other.

Wen Wan outside the door looked bewildered and confused, while Lu Chen inside the room had a detached expression, tinged with a hint of doubt.

Wen Wan (shocked, incredulous): You...who are you? Why are you in my house?

Lu Chen (brows furrowed slightly, tone cold and hard): Your home? This house is mine now.

Wen Wan froze, her face turning deathly pale, unable to believe what she was hearing.

……

He Yi'an wrote more and more smoothly, as if the images in his mind were directly transformed into words.

It was evening before He Yi'an realized how late it was until his mother's assistant reminded him.

After calling his mother and hearing that she wouldn't be back for a few more days, He Yi'an took the script home with him.

The next day, apart from class time, He Yi'an didn't go to the archives anymore, but went directly to the company to continue writing the script.

It took him three days to finish writing the script for "Full House".

He then felt that one drama might not be enough, so he started writing a second drama, "Goblin".

However, when it came to writing about ghosts and monsters, he felt his wrist getting tired.

Fortunately, he had only recently graduated from high school and had not completely given up on writing by hand.

The experience of writing a lot in high school is still there, which is why he can still adapt to three days of intense writing. Otherwise, if he waited a few more years, he probably wouldn't even want to pick up a pen anymore.

This reminded He Yi'an that it was time to hire a group of editors for the company.

Otherwise, if he has to write everything by himself, wouldn't that exhaust him to death?

"Now that I'm the boss, I need to be prepared to be one. Hire some editors as soon as possible. I can provide the outline, and they can work on enriching the script..."

Just as He Yi'an put down his pen, rubbed his wrist, and muttered to himself.

"Click".

The office door was pushed open from the outside, and He Yi'an quickly looked up.

I saw my mother, Xu Wan, standing at the door, carrying several file folders, looking travel-worn.

As her son, He Yi'an immediately sensed the deep exhaustion in her expression.

A pang of guilt rose in his heart, and he felt he shouldn't have made his mother so tired, but before he could even say anything...

As it turned out, his mother, Xu Wan, got emotional even faster than he did.

Women are emotional beings. After a long day of hard work, Xu Wan saw her son sitting in his office seat, staring at her blankly.

That's right, He Yi'an didn't get up to greet her or ask how she was doing; in her opinion, he was just spacing out!

Then a surge of emotions welled up, and that bit of fatigue was instantly washed away by the instinct of the Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The Sichuan and Chongqing dialect, naturally imbued with the Onmyoji (a Japanese term for a master of intrigue and humor), is back!

"Ouch..."

Xu Wan placed the file folder on the table, rubbed her lower back with both hands, and the yin-yang folk song that He Yi'an had heard since childhood echoed throughout the office:

"Our young master is living a carefree life. He sends his parents running around every day, and he sits in the boss's chair in the office with his legs crossed. He's living a really comfortable life!"

"Isn't this position super comfortable? I don't even want to lift my butt!"

Hearing this tune, He Yi'an felt a chill run down his spine.

Knowing that if He Yi'an didn't immediately express his opinion, he probably wouldn't get any favors in the next few days, he quickly stood up, put on a smile, and walked briskly to his mother.

"Mom, Mom... it's not that I'm reluctant to leave, it's just that I feel sorry for you seeing how tired you are."

"You've worked so hard, please sit down, sit down until you're more comfortable, then I'll get you some water..."

"Don't sit! Don't fall down!"

Xu Wan slapped away his outstretched hand that was trying to help her up: "Young Master's water? I can't afford it!"

At a time like this, there's no way I can listen to her!

If He Yi'an were to follow her wishes and do nothing at all, then he would be in serious trouble!

He quickly pulled his mother to sit down in the boss's chair and then reached out to massage her shoulders.

"Mom, what are you saying? You're my mom... You've worked so hard, look, your shoulder muscles are all tense, let me massage them for you!"

He Yi'an expertly began massaging his mother: "Relax a bit, let me give you a massage, you should enjoy it too!"

However, He Yi'an had used this tactic too many times. Although his mother's body naturally relaxed, she still wouldn't fall for it.

"You want me to relax? Do you even know how many places I've been to on this trip?"

"Transferring a studio to a company required three trips to the business registration office, several trips to the tax office, and several trips to the bank. There were all sorts of stamps to get, and then there was that investment stuff you mentioned, which I also had to handle..."

She counted on her fingers, growing angrier with each count:

"And you? I'm working so hard out there, and your dad at least cares about me. But you? You don't even make a single phone call. I was worried you were exhausted, and then I come back to find you living the high life?"

"You're just standing here dreaming, not even bothering to greet me!"

He Yi'an didn't respond to her mother's scolding, but instead diligently massaged her.

At this time, women are unreasonable!

Even if my father were here, he would have no choice but to endure it!

Everything she says is right, don't disagree!

Otherwise, if you want to go against the grain, then you'd better prepare to see what a real Sichuan-Chongqing tyrannosaurus is like!

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P.S.: This chapter has 3800 words. The reason it's so long is because I wrote a script earlier, which was an experiment to see how I could write a script based on visuals. Also, I got carried away writing it, as I wrote 1800 words of the script. To compensate, I've added more content later. If you don't like rewriting the script in such detail, I won't do it again.

Based on word count, that's three chapters today. Please give me some recommendation votes and monthly tickets!