Diamond company shoots commercials, you shoot Titanic

Fang Rong picked up the simple drawing and put it in the folder, "Okay, I understand."

He picked up his phone and looked at the time.

It's 9:50.

Chazelle and Huang Peng are probably arriving soon.

He put down his cell phone and said to Chen Xiao: "I'll go back and read the literary script carefully, think about it, and then contact you."

"good."

"Do you have anything else to explain?"

Chen Xiao thought for a while and said, "This is a group drama, so I hope you can treat each character equally and give them life."

Fang Rong sighed.

Give life, isn't the character your own child?

When he thought of the word child, he suddenly felt a hand grabbing his heart and slowly squeezing it.

At such an age, I can't bear to hear this.

"It's so cruel to give life and then kill."

Chen Xiao waved his hand, "It's not about killing them, it's about giving them life, and then they choose to sacrifice for their friends or for the people. This is the choice of them, flesh and blood."

Fang Rong sat there, motionless. After a while, he nodded slowly and heavily.

Seeing Fang Rong's sad and desperate look, Chen Xiao smiled helplessly: "Director Fang, there is no need for you to look desperate. Believe me, this movie is quite funny and heartwarming."

As he said that, he picked up the script on the table, turned back a few pages, pressed the left page behind the right, and handed it to Fang Rong, "Look, this is quite funny, don't worry."

Just as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang from the video phone at the door of the living room.

"Are they here?" Fang Rong glanced at the sound, lowered his head and stuffed the opened script directly into his bag.

The mood is a bit heavy.

Let’s take a look at the funny plot he mentioned on the way back.

After stuffing the script, Fang Rong stood up and went out with Chen Xiao to greet his friends.

…

Half an hour later, in the living room.

Chazelle squatted in front of the sofa, holding down a fire cloud with his left hand, and took out the scarf Fang Rong brought from the gift box with his right hand.

Ignoring Huoyun's rumbling warning, he put the scarf around his neck.

Chen Xiao passed by with potato chips and imitated Fang Rong and asked: "Lao Lei, when will you go back?"

"Next month."

""The Grand Budapest Hotel" will be released at the end of this month. You won't go back?"

Chazelle let go of Huo Yun and sat on the sofa, "When the movie is released, do I still have to stand guard at the door?"

"It's the premiere."

"No."

"Interview?"

"I don't know. I think I'm you. I worry about everything every day. I'll be as bald as your dad in a few years. I plan to go to a theme park to experience how you celebrate the New Year, and then go to the film and television base in Zhejiang Province."

Chen Xiao stuffed potato chips into his mouth.

Bald?

OK OK.

If others do not offend me, I will not offend others. If someone offends me, I will repay him twice as much!

Oh no, the world is so wonderful, how could I be so irritable.

If someone offends me, he should repay evil with kindness.

Going to Zhejiang Province, right?

As a kind-hearted young man who is hospitable and hospitable, of course I should introduce him to delicious food.

"Zhejiang Province, remember to try the West Lake vinegar fish."

Fang Rong in the kitchen was drinking a drink and almost spit out his voice when he heard the words.

West Lake Fish With Vinegar Sauce?

Can he be a human being?

Isn't that thing like, take a sip of vinegar, jump into the West Lake and take a bite of fish?

What a loss.

But fortunately, Chazelle would have thought it didn't suit his taste, so he would have changed the dish to something else. At most, he would have wasted a portion of his dish money.

With this in mind, Fang Rong walked towards the door. As soon as he reached the kitchen door, he heard Cha Zelei in the living room ask: "Is the West Lake vinegar fish delicious?"

Chen Xiao nodded, "It's okay. I went to Zhejiang Province last year and ate West Lake vinegar fish every day!"

"That should be delicious, right?"

"It tastes ordinary, but it can inspire inspiration. Because its unusual taste can stimulate you to think outside the box. After I ate five strips, I had the plot of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" in my mind."

Chazelle's eyes lit up.

Is it so powerful?

He had long felt that the gap was not due to talent. After looking around for other people's problems, even his father knew how to fish, but his shooting skills still hadn't improved much.

Could it be the stimulation of food?

Um.

Otherwise?

It can't be his own problem, right?

No, no, no, he is a genius and he works hard enough. It’s definitely an environmental problem, someone else’s problem!

Chen Xiao added: "Oh, by the way, if you have the chance, you can eat Yungui and Sichuan Zhelian root again, which can be paired with Capital Bean Juice and Guangdong Herbal Tea. Every time I finish eating, inspiration comes out like a fountain!"

Fang Rong stood at the door of the kitchen and glanced at Chen Xiao's back with a complicated expression.

If he only talks about West Lake vinegar fish, there is still a 10% chance that his inspired statement will be true.

Plus the other three, it's definitely causing trouble.

Brat, this is for Chazelle to bury his body in a foreign land.

"That's it. Thank you, good brother! You will definitely not be bald."

Chen Xiao showed a breathtaking smile, "You're welcome, we are all brothers."

Fang Rong sighed.

Poor Chazelle, you will soon understand what it means for a brother to stab you twice.

…

After lunch.

Fang Rong took Huang Peng's ride home.

After entertaining relatives, the sun has set.

Fang Rong had a simple dinner, sat on the sofa, took out the script, and glanced at the page Chen Xiao had opened.

Mrs. Fang came over, sat next to him and persuaded: "Look now, you won't be able to sleep at night, right?"

Fang Rong smiled, waved his hand, and moved towards his wife.

"I took a look just now. It's quite funny. It's okay."

With that said, he handed the script to his wife.

Mrs. Fang glanced at him suspiciously, took the script and looked at it, only to see the writing on the paper in front of her:

Time: night

Scene: Street

Characters: Jiujianxian, Li Xiaoyao

The Jiujianxian held the wine pot in his hand and stood opposite Li Xiaoyao with a cynical smile, "Listen, I must teach you kung fu."

Li Xiaoyao smiled, had a plan in mind, and raised his eyebrows to signal Jiujianxian to look behind him.

The Jiujianxian looked puzzled.

Li Xiaoyao: "There is someone."

Jiujianxian: "Where?"

Li Xiaoyao: "Behind."

Jiu Jianxian turned around to check.

Li Xiaoyao snickered, greased the soles of his feet and ran away.

Just after running a few steps, Jiujianxian fell from the sky and hit the ground with a bang, "You and I are destined, and we can't hide."

Li Xiaoyao said impatiently: "Go to hell."

Li Xiaoyao turned and left.

Just as he took a step forward, the Jiujianxian fell from the sky again and landed on the ground in front of Li Xiaoyao, "What a boy, you are crazy enough, just like me!"

Li Xiaoyao muttered and walked in the opposite direction, "I'm much more handsome than you."

Jiujianxian teleported and stood in front of him, "What's the use of a handsome man? He can't be literary or martial."

Li Xiaoyao emboldened: "I, you and I are not relatives, so what does it have to do with you?"

Jiu Jianxian held Li Xiaoyao's wrist and stared at Li Xiaoyao teasingly, "You will definitely regret it within three days."

Li Xiaoyao: "If you regret it, I will call you grandpa!"

Jiujianxian: "We'll see."

Jiu Jianxian let go of Li Xiaoyao's arm, looked at him jokingly, and slowly walked away, "We'll see!"

Li Xiaoyao snorted disdainfully and turned to leave. After taking a few steps, a strong wind blew behind me.

Li Xiaoyao turned around, his face full of shock.

The wine sword fairy flies by on the wind.

Li Xiaoyao watched in shock.

A few seconds later, Li Xiaoyao ran after him, "Grandpa, I want to learn martial arts from you! I want to learn martial arts from you!"

In the sky, Jiu Jianxian turned back and smiled proudly.

Li Xiaoyao continued to chase, "Grandpa! Grandpa!"