"Teacher, are you serious?" Du Ruo was surprised.
Although there is an instructor every year, it is the first time I have seen it so true.
"Don't worry, I will do what I say."
Du Ruo didn't comment, and thought about it, anyway, they don't need any effort, this teacher likes to toss and toss.
She turned her gaze to the members and said, "Then the rehearsal for today will end first, and we will continue until the new script is obtained tomorrow."
At first, everyone had no enthusiasm. Once they heard it, they could disperse. After a while, everyone was gone.
"Then teacher, I'm leaving now."
Fu Nuan nodded, "I will come to you tomorrow after the script is written."
Du Ruo didn't hold out much hope, so he responded casually and left the experimental theater.
…
Back at the office, Fu Nuan began to conceive this new script.
How to make a familiar classic story become new and arouse everyone's resonance and interest
"Master Fu, why are you in a daze?" An Zhu poked at her, and looked at her desk tentatively.
I saw the word "Blessings of Love" written on the small notebook, and a question mark was drawn in a circle.
"The script chosen this year is "Blessed Lovers"?"
Fu Nuan nodded, and then sighed faintly: "But I don't want to follow the usual story."
"Then... Are you going to introduce new ones?"
"I have this idea, but now I don't have a clue at all."
Thinking of this, Fu Nuan pursed his lips, very distressed.
"I promised to publish a brand new script to the students tomorrow, but now... do you have any good ideas?"
"Me?" An Zhu shook his head hurriedly, "Don't count on me. I have some bloody romances in my mind and I can't help you."
Ever since, Fu Nuan thought hard for an afternoon, but couldn't think of any good ideas.
She began to regret it.
You shouldn't make a guarantee on impulse!
…
When returning home in the evening, Fu Nuan entered the room, sat down at the table and took out a draft, and continued to conceive the story.
After thinking about several plans, I was overthrown by myself before I even started to write. It was either too cliché or too unreasonable, which was far from the original story.
"Ugh… "
For the first time in his life, Fu Nuan fell into a big predicament.
She scratched her hair frantically, and continued to think about it with a mess of hair. The floor of the bedroom, which was still neat and clean not long ago, was piled up like a small hill of paper.
No way, no clue!
The woman lay weakly on the table, feeling her body hollowed out. She wanted to rest for a while, but her eyelids got heavier and heavier...
It was ten o'clock in the evening when Rong Yu arrived home. He opened the door of the room and saw a messy room full of waste paper.
Fu Nuan was lying down on the table, motionless, except for slight breathing fluctuations on his back.
He gently closed the door, walked around the paper ball on the ground, slowed down and walked to her.
Seeing a draft and an annotated script under her arm.
"The Butterfly Lovers"
Rong Yuwei frowned, what age are these scripts, and they actually moved out to act...
Besides, what's so good about this kind of love drama that makes people cry? Only sentimental women would be interested in this.
For this script, men are quite disgusted.
But looking at this script, it is all traces of revisions, and it is full of comments.
No wonder she is so tired...
His face is slightly dark, it seems that his wife is about to switch to a screenwriter
Seeing that the woman was still holding the pen in her hand, she didn't want to put it down even after she fell asleep. Rong Yu moved gently to take the pen out of her hand, then leaned over and picked up the person horizontally and put it in her arms.
As soon as the body touched the bed, the woman woke up leisurely.
Fu Nuan rubbed his sleepy eyes, saw the man in front of him in a daze, and mumbled dazedly: "You're back..."
"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
He stared at her deeply with his dark eyes, staring at her a little bit, and his sleepiness disappeared a bit.
its not right!
She remembered that she was clearly thinking about changing the script just now, so why did she get fucked
Looking at the wall clock on the wall, it was already late, and Fu Nuan was so startled that he was completely sleepy.
"It's over! My script hasn't been changed yet!"
She exclaimed, she was about to get out of bed and continue her unfinished "big business".
Rong Yu Shen said: "Sleep. I'll talk about it tomorrow."
"No way, no way!"
While talking, Fu Nuan put on slippers, got up and walked to the desk.
"Tomorrow I must give the students a new script that is formed, and I can't break my promise."
Rong Yu raised her eyebrows and asked her, "What script?"
"For this drama performance, I was assigned to be the instructor. The script chosen by the students was "Blessings of Love", but I felt that it was not interesting to play according to the previous plot, so I promised them that they would change to a brand new one. Creative scripts come."
Rong Yuhao leaned on the side of the bed for a while, and after listening to her what happened, he came to the conclusion: "It seems that some students are embarrassing you."
Fu Nuan was silent.
Do you want to guess so accurately? Is Professor Rong the roundworm in her belly
"Nothing."
Fu Nuan didn't want him to think too much, pretending to be relaxed, smiled and said: "I think the script is not good, so I offered to help them change it."
She didn't lie either, the truth is almost like that.
While speaking, Fu Nuan's mind flashed, thinking of something, his eyes looked at Rong Yu again with a little more sly and flattery.
"Professor Rong, would you give me some suggestions? How can I change this classic repertoire to attract people?"
Rong Yu didn't speak, her thin lips pressed lightly and looked at her without making any expressions.
"Husband, how can you say that you are also a senior professor and dean of the department. You are well-informed and definitely more than I can think of in this respect."
The woman continued to compliment, smiling flatteringly.
"Furthermore, if the script can be improved, it is also an honor in our department, don't you think it?"
Rong Yu was unmoved by this, but just glanced at her lightly, with a very calm tone: "No suggestions."
When the words fell, he rubbed his eyebrows and planned to change his clothes and go to the bathroom.
The little woman behind him tangled up like a koala, pulling his arm to prevent him from leaving.
"Then if you don't want to say it, just listen to me and give your advice, how about it?"
Being entangled so much, and seeing her eyes full of hopeful plea, the man had no choice but to sit back and listen to her in detail.
Seeing that she said that the script was full of spirits, she didn't see the sleepiness just now.
Rong Yu’s beautiful lips have a shallow smile, she is like this, she is like a child when she encounters something she likes, nagging...