When Li Nian rushed to the hospital, Zhong Yue had come to his senses and was on drips.
Xiao Mao was the only one in the ward, "Director Zang stayed here for a day, and rushed back when Brother Xiao Zhong woke up."
On the bedside table were flowers and fruits sent by Zang Yuanchao and other crew members.
Li Nian glanced around, picked up Li Jin's flower basket, and threw it into Xiao Mao's arms, "Throw it away."
Xiao Mao went out with a basket of flowers.
Li Nian sat down beside Zhong Yue's bed, Zhong Yue's face was still dilapidated, but seeing Li Nian coming, his eyes lit up.
"Ask for leave when it's time to ask for it. If you insist on it, it will delay the filming process. It won't be like this if you get an injection earlier."
Li Nian shook his hand and said.
Zhong Yue's eyes dimmed again.
"Did I... let you down."
"No, I'm proud of you. You're doing great."
Li Nian let go and went to straighten Zhong Yue's hair again, it was really strange, his face was already so haggard, but his hair was still black and shiny.
"What reward do you want?" Li Nian asked while twisting his hair.
Zhong Yue looked at him without saying a word. Li Nian also used his hand as a comb to brush his hair silently.
"Can you... kiss me."
Li Nian glanced at him, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.
Zhong Yue hugged him with one hand, "It's not there."
Li Nian hesitated.
Zhong Yue's strength was weak, he only used such weak strength to press Li Nian's head and kiss him on the lips. Li Nian obviously wanted to hide, but finally did not move.
Zhong Yue slowly stuck his tongue into his mouth.
Li Nian vomited reflexively, and pushed Zhong Yue away. Zhong Yue didn't want him to react so violently, so he fixedly looked at him.
The hospital bed was shaken by Li Nian's momentary struggle, the infusion bottle was swinging in the air, and the needle in Zhong Yue's hand came back with a section of bright red blood.
"Sorry. Xiao Zhong, sorry."
Li Nian frantically held the plastic tube that had cut off the blood, and slowly watched it flow back into the blood vessel. The infusion strip is fed with transparent medicinal liquid, which dilutes the thick blood and disappears.
His throat was still rolling up and down convulsively.
Zhong Yue stared at him, "Li Jin, what have you done to you?"
"there is nothing."
Zhong Yue looked at him silently, slowly took his hand, "I will cure you."
Li Nian didn't look back at him, but just laughed miserably, because of retching, tears cast a layer of water in his eyes.
"Xiao Zhong, you have to know that there are many people in this world, and it is impossible for me to like you alone, nor will I be good to you alone."
As if Zhong Yue didn't hear his words, he slowly squeezed his hand tightly. The cold liquid medicine swirled between the fingertips of the two of them.
"You want too much." Li Nian said.
The hardest thing to bear is beauty.
He knew he couldn't bear it.
Xu Zhiliu felt that Jin Shi'an was very indifferent to him recently. Ever since Jin Shi'an attended the renovation and inauguration ceremony of the cemetery, he seemed not quite right.
When he went to the headquarters several times, he could smell the pungent smell of alcohol on Jin Shian's body.
He couldn't see Jin Shi'an's emotions, Jin Shi'an was always calm, and everything was done at will. He felt that Jin Shi'an clearly knew that he liked him.
It happened to hang him like this again.
Sometimes he would talk to Jin Shian about some ambiguous topics. Jin Shian always got it right, but he didn't agree with him. Bland, uninteresting work goes up.
If he was really unconscious, Xu Zhiliu would be discouraged - he knew he understood, but he pretended to be confused - and he didn't say it, so he couldn't get any response or rejection from him.
It's unbearable.
"Shi'an, do you want to go out for a drink tonight?"
Xu Zhiliu finally plucked up the courage to ask tentatively.
Shi'an looked up at him for a long time, then nodded slightly.
Xu Zhiliu's heart was agitated when he saw it.
The two of them were on the street behind Hailong's headquarters, and they found a small bar where many white-collar workers in the office building drank and chatted.
Jin Shi'an would agree to come out for a drink with him, Xu Zhiliu was surprised and even more ready to move, he didn't need to be persuaded, he drank himself to the bottom first.
Anyway, of the two of them, one was drunk and the other couldn't get away.
Jin Shi'an also accompanied him, drinking one cup after another, Xu Zhiliu asked him: "Shi'an, are you very unhappy?"
Jin Shian didn't speak. After a while, Jin Shi'an picked up the windbreaker and asked someone to pay the bill.
"Let's go for a walk." Jin Shi'an said.
Xu Zhiliu didn't know where Jin Shian was taking him, so he staggered out with him. It was dark outside, and the two of them were walking on the street one after the other. The cold wind was blowing, and street lamps shone on them one by one.
Jin Shi'an suddenly stopped and turned around. Relying on his drunkenness, Xu Zhiliu bumped into his arms and looked up at him dimly.
Jin Shi'an supported him, and said softly, "Close your eyes."
Xu Zhiliu closed his eyes obediently. Jin Shian slowly took off his glasses.
The two stood under the streetlight in an ambiguous posture, but Jin Shian did not kiss him as he expected, Jin Shian just slowly stretched out his hand to caress the corner of his eyes.
When he closes his eyes, he looks a little bit like Bai Yang, but naturally he also looks like Lu Sheng.
Shi'an was already infinitely bored in his heart, only seeing these similarities, he has been holding back all the time.
Xu Zhiliu waited for a long time but did not see any movement from him, only felt that Shi An's hand was rubbing back and forth at the corner of his eyes, making his heart numb. Suddenly Shi'an said in a low voice: "Xiao Xie's car is here, ask him to take you back."
Xu Zhiliu opened his eyes in confusion, and Jin Shi'an was already standing a foot away from him, slowly putting on his gloves.
He is confused. Jin Shian, what is this? Even playing hard to get is too much. He didn't care much, and instinctively grabbed Jin Shian's hand.
Jin Shian took another step back.
"Zhiliu, you are drunk." Jin Shi'an said, "I invite you to Hailong to hope that you will show your ambitions. You are an ambitious person."
Xu Zhiliu's face, which was already flushed from drinking, became even redder.
"If you feel that the current treatment does not satisfy you, which one do you want to go to, I can recommend you, and you can ask for money."
Jin Shi'an's tone was flat and his expression was distant.
Xu Zhiliu's breathing became short of breath.
"Shi'an, what do you mean?"
Jin Shi'an didn't look at him, "That's what you heard."
"You treat me..."
"I will treat you the same way I treat Mr. Zheng and Mr. Li." Jin Shi'an stopped him, "I said before that no one has the love for talents."
It's just love.
He hoped that Xu Zhiliu could understand this. He was so tired that he couldn't get tired anymore. Xu Zhiliu's usefulness has come to an end, Shi'an appreciates his talent, if Xu Zhiliu knows how to do it, and strives to become stronger, Hai Long's second in command may not be without his share.
I have never seen a man who is so shameless, puts away his great talent and does not rely on it, but instead uses these crooked thoughts and evil thoughts, and is willing to be a prostitute.
Why can't Xu Zhiliu learn from Li Nian, they could have been very close.
Xiao Xie drove the car to the side of the road and ran out of the car: "Mr. Xu, Mr. Jin asked me to take you back."
Shi'an nodded to him: "Take good care of Mr. Xu, and don't fall when you send him through the door."
Xu Zhiliu followed Xiao Xie into the car in a daze.
Maybe he was really in a hurry.
People are always looking forward to the impossible, loving the unobtainable, and remembering the impossible.
Jin Shi'an manipulated Xu Zhiliu, and never saw him come to the headquarters again. He asked Zheng Meili if Xu Zhiliu had been obedient recently.
"It's pretty good. I'm working on the project in a down-to-earth manner. I heard from Mr. Chen from Shuanglin that he is very attentive."
Zheng Meili was a little confused.
Shi An felt relieved and wrote his story.
He can't type, and Bai Yang taught him to use computers before. Shi'an could neither pinyin nor Wubi, so Bai Yang had an idea and got him a writing board.
Elderly configuration. After using it a few times, Shi An felt that it was not handy, so he abandoned the computer. Now he wanted to contact Qiao Shasha, so he had to pick up the computer again. He didn't understand what Qiao Shasha was talking about "button", so he called Xiaoxie to help.
He asked Xiao Xie to help him type, Qiao Shasha sent a sentence, and Xiao Xie read it to him, and he said a sentence, Xiao Xie typed and replied.
Qiao Shasha was in a state of excitement, thinking that her president's apprentice was going to write a gay literature, and tried every means to lead Jin Shi'an to the road of no return.
"You two male leads, didn't you design a kiss scene?"
Xiao Xie was embarrassed.
Shi An also coughed dryly beside him, "Tell her, there is no such indecent thing."
Xiao Xie typed seriously.
"Then you write something subtle, like kissing and hugging or something, oh my apprentice, you are a person with personal experience, so don't be so cautious~~~~~ What if it's the second "Lan Yu"?!"
Xiao Xie didn't dare to read anymore, Xiao Xie has become a braised crab.
Shi'an was amused, what kind of mess is this little girl pretending to be in her mind.
He patted Xiao Xie, "Forget it, tell her, I'll show her after I write it all out."
Xiao Xie felt that the screenwriter's guts were really too fat.
The contact with Qiao Shasha somewhat eased the impact of Lu Sheng's death on him.
A person cannot be resurrected after death, and what future generations can do is to commemorate it. He couldn't do anything more, he just wanted to record the past days of Lu Sheng.
In his stories, Lusheng is under the pseudonym "Shen Bailu", while he himself becomes "An Shijing".
Shi'an didn't want to talk about his own affairs. For some reason, he kept writing about himself, making himself extremely bad and unbearable. The story became the story of Shen Bailu struggling to learn art on the Qinhuai River, and finally became the story of Qingyi offering wine.
He wrote about how Lusheng became the top student in the Chunhua class, about how he was beaten and scolded by Mrs. Zhang endlessly, about how he first stepped into the Jinling Grand Theater, where thousands of people were empty, about how he was murdered by others, and ruined his youth.
And he himself is just a passer-by in the story.
Shi An really hoped that during the time after he left, Lu Sheng would not feel sorry for him, and could even forget him.
He even wrote some non-existent hopes, hoping that Lu Sheng would give up opium, work hard, and return to the art world just like what he wrote.
Fantasies and memories are easy things to indulge in.
Painful, but equally thought-provoking.
Half a month later, Qiao Shasha saw the untitled script.
Qiao Shasha didn't reply for a long time.
Shi An asked her: "What's wrong? Is it not well written?"
Qiao Shasha still didn't speak.
Shi'an didn't know what was wrong with her, so after waiting for a while, Qiao Shasha called.
Qiao Shasha's tone was very serious, "Apprentice, did you plagiarize?"
Shi'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I don't rely on this thing for a living, so what's the point of plagiarism?"
Qiao Shasha's keyboard was still crackling, "It's true... I searched for a long time but couldn't find anything similar. Apprentice, you are too good. You are a great screenwriter who was delayed by making money."
Shi'an just smiled and said nothing.
Qiao Shasha resumed her serious tone, "I can't teach you at your level, and I don't deserve to give you advice. I'll introduce you to a real master. Your book really has potential."
"Who?"
"My teacher, screenwriter of the Plum Blossom Award, Shan Qici."
The author has something to say: In fact, in China, screenwriters are very, very disregarded... far more depressed than described in the article.
There are two relatively large awards for scripts, one is the Cao Yu Award for stage scripts, and the other is the Xia Yan Award for film scripts.
The Plum Blossom Award is a name I have misappropriated - - actually it has nothing to do with the script, it is the drama performance art award.