Feng Mang

After Yu Ming went back, Han Dong continued to "strenuously write a book".

The guitar was on my hand, and I tried to touch it three or five times, but I clenched my teeth.

As the plot progressed, the dark clouds over Han Dong's head grew heavier, and his stiff shoulders shook more and more. The characters in front of him began to jump.

Stupidly, he saw Xia Hongwei's smirking face appear on the table, and the vicious fangs had stretched out of the screen.

"You dare to write our family Yu Ming to death? I tied you up and threw it into the well.

Han Dong felt that the floor under the sofa cracked a big hole, and his body fell uncontrollably.

Suddenly there was a wellhead above the eyes, and Xia Hongwei was lying there smiling grinningly.

"Ah-" Han Dong screamed and rushed out of the room.

In fact, during the writing just now, Han Dong was already asleep.

Xi Xi was sent to Wang Zhongding's parents' home for the past two days, and Wang Zhongding had been living in the office.

He fell asleep in the middle of the night and heard a rush of footsteps.

Just after Wang Zhongding turned on the desk lamp, Han Dong quickly cracked the combination lock of the office room door.

Then he rushed into the bedroom like he was chased. Without getting off his clothes, he got into the bed and hugged Wang Zhongding who was about to get up.

Wang Zhongding was stiff and turned his head to look at Han Dong with his eyes closed.

Han Dong, who is like a stove on a weekday, has now become a big ice cream, and his body is cold.

Wang Zhongding explored Han Dong's forehead, it was cold and there was no sign of fever.

"Save me, Xia Hongwei is going to kill me!" Han Dong screamed.

Xia Hongwei? Xia Hongwei wants to kill you? Wang Zhongding had no idea how Han Dong's logic was derived.

"Why does Xia Hongwei want to kill you?" Han Dong headed hard to Wang Zhongding's arms, still thinking about himself, "He will throw me in the well, he will throw me in the well ... Save me ..." Wang Zhongding's thugs stabilized Han Dong's swaying head and let him pull away from his chest slightly.

"He's throwing you in the well? Why throw in the well?" Han Dong said nervously, "I jumped the well by myself! Yu Ming made me write ..." Wang Zhongding, who jumped in front of the well, didn't understand. But in the latter sentence, Wang Zhongding understood that Han Dong was writing a script and a magic wand, and frightened himself like this.

Wang Zhongding patiently coaxed two words: "Not afraid, they are all fake.

Han Dong also whispered, "This is not fake!" It's all true! The first time we met, I jumped the well ... I ... I ... a well more than 30 meters deep, good guy, the water is cold and biting! Just as I was on the verge of death, I suddenly killed a hero, and saw that this hero was eight feet long, with a high nose and beautiful eyes, and said that time was later ... "Wang Zhongding's patience turned cold.

"Yu Ming is wriggling like a big bug on me, wow, yeah ..." Han Dong was confused again.

Wang Zhongding reached out and took out the seal from the drawer of the bed cabinet, which blocked Han Dong's mouth directly.

How do you think you are poor this time? Give me honest sleep! As a result, Han Dong didn't say anything, and his limbs began to swing again, especially the stinky foot girl, struggling on Wang Zhongding's legs ... like a large caterpillar wriggling, tired and crooked.

Wang Zhongding directly took Han Dong's feet back.

After a while, Han Dong's indomitable "big caterpillar" slowly crawled back again, landed on Wang Zhongding's leg again, and began his long grinding process.

If there is a camera on the roof, two entangled bodies appear in the lens.

A man is stiff and motionless, with endless disgust and forbearance on his face.

The other was scrambling around, squinting around, squinting and enjoying.

Wang Zhongding finally yelled out, "I tell you, I can accept you, it's good, if you dare to kick your nose and face, you will immediately leave me!" Han Dong finally honest, but this honesty is limited to large There are still some small difficulties to overcome.

For example, grinding teeth, snoring, muttering ... For example, Wang Zhongding just closed his eyes and turned around when he turned around. He had a hot leg wrapped around his waist and evacuated quickly ... Wang Zhongding finally fell asleep after a while. Feeling awake.

Han Dong's claws stretched into Wang Zhongding's pajamas, and he stroked the color on the chest that had been abstinent for a long time.

Compared with Wang Zhongding's superiority and superiority, Han Dong's hands are absolutely rough and numb enough to have friction, and within a few moments Wang Zhongding's brains are full of blue tendons, and the eyebrows are filled with a strong male spirit.

"You-give-me-old-solid-point-child!" It was almost the hard words squeezed out of the teeth.

Han Dong continued, and the "blind man" quickly ran for the "elephant".

Suddenly Wang Zhongding exploded, and a sharp turn over severely suppressed Han Dong under him.

Han Dong's wrists were choked with both hands, and his fierce gaze glared at him, and a breath of vitality rushed up.

"I'll let you hear it honestly?" Han Dong didn't say a word, it seemed to be irritating.

Wang Zhongding froze for a long time before releasing his restraint on Han Dong, turning back and sleeping.

As a result, it came back to me shortly after.

After the molars of Wang Zhongding were almost ground, at that time, there was an idea in my heart: If you didn't show me a play that could be justified, I would chop you! Then, turning over with a stretched face, he slapped Han Dong's hand directly to sleep.

Night, finally calm down.

... The next morning, before dawn, Wang Zhongding called Erlei.

"Carry him back.

"Finger pointing inside.

Wang Lei, the king of Erlei, cast a shocked look. Did you leave someone overnight? Wang Zhongding looked unhappy, "What are you looking for? You haven't gotten away quickly?" Erlei hurried into the back room, and when he saw that the person on the bed was Han Dong, he was so excited that he shouted: "Little master Long live, the little master finally gave a sigh of relief to the minion! "Erlei carried Han Dong to the door, and Wang Zhongding suddenly stopped him again.

"What's wrong?" Erlei asked.

Wang Zhongding said, "Back.

"Erlei wondered," Is there any difference between carrying and carrying? "I let you carry it on your back."

Wang Zhongding embraced Han Dong indiscriminately, and changed his posture and put on Erlei's back.

Han Dong walked for a while, and Xia Hongwei came.

"I want to invest in a movie.

"Open the door and say.

Wang Zhongding immediately realized which film it was, so he stopped and said, "That film is not reliable at all, you still don't waste money.

"Why would Xia Hongwei listen to Wang Zhongding's advice? Forever," I'm here to inform you ".

"50 million investment, this is a contract!" Directly in front of Wang Zhongding.

Although 50 million investment is nothing in today's movie market, it is already quite risky compared to horror movies.

In particular, the crew did not have a big player, and the director was also a new generation. The box office appeal was far from enough.

You know that the four joint ventures only invested 30 million before, and now Xia Hongwei is going to make 50 million by himself. Wang Zhongding pushed the contract back directly, "You can find another company to produce and distribute it. I won't take it.

"I'm going to work in your company!" Xia Hongwei said word by word.

The four eyes collided, and a flame of smoke was stirred up again.

"Now there isn't even a script.

"Wang Zhongding reminded.

Xia Hongwei sneered, "Do you know? This film was lost, Yu Ming will follow me!" As soon as this remark came out, Wang Zhongding had no room to refuse.

"The contract is put here first. If there is a problem calling me, I have to leave in advance.

"... In the afternoon, Han Dong beamed into Wang Zhongding's office with his first work.

"Noah, please enlighten me.

"Wang Zhongding picked up the manuscript and sank as soon as he glanced at his face.

"Is this what you wrote?" "Yeah.

Han Dong is a leader who feels good about himself.

"Wang Zhongding fiercely threw the manuscript on the desk." Is your language taught by a physical education teacher? " ""How do you know it? All the subjects in our primary school are taught by one teacher.

"Wang Zhongding," ... "" Don't look at the format, it's all clouds, and there will be a special screenwriter to change it for me. "

You just look at the content and the central idea.

Han Dong pushed the manuscript carefully before Wang Zhongding.

Wang Zhongding reluctantly believed him once and picked up the manuscript to read again. As a result, he stood up within one minute and dragged Han Dong to the door.

"Why blast me away?" Han Dong didn't know why.

Why bang you? Wang Zhongding no longer wanted to say.

No segmentation, just a tease in the end. Typo throughout the text, logical confusion, speech is not clear ... Are you here to tease? Han Dong didn't give up. "You look at it again. I have spent a lot of time writing it.

"" Bring him back to the dormitory immediately.

Wang Zhongding said to the bodyguard at the door.

The bodyguard directly ran Han Dong away.

Wang Zhongding still had a headache expression, and the messy manuscript was always dangling in front of his eyes.

He took it up again and read it daringly.

Han Dong worked hard, and wrote things too. A plot overview drew three major chapters.

During this period, Wang Zhongding repeatedly picked up and put down, and after putting down and picking up, I didn't know how many times before I couldn't put it down again.

Suddenly I felt like I couldn't tell.

He turned it over immediately and re-read it again. This time he got a lot smoother and the plot gradually became clearer.

At first Wang Zhongding thought that what Han Dong wrote must focus on the scene rather than the plot, but the facts were completely the opposite.

This story is not a fragmented thriller, nor is it a strange story with demon monsters showing their magical powers, but a mysterious and mysterious thriller.

What surprised Wang Zhongding most unexpectedly was that the show applied the "Droster effect", which is a recursive visual form, which means that a part of a picture is the same as the whole picture, thus creating an infinite loop.

Like the story we used to say, "In the past, there was a mountain, there was a temple in the mountain, there was an old monk in the temple to tell a story to the young monk, what is it about? There was a mountain in the past, there was a temple in the mountain There is an old monk telling a story to a young monk in the temple. What is it about? There is a mountain in the past and a temple in the mountain ... "And after further reading, I found that the logic of the whole chapter is clear and the layout is strict. With a ring, the suspense lays directly to the end, and suddenly a big turn makes people creepy.

It involves not only the Drost effect, but also a series of superimposed and realistic fragments such as hypnosis and Qingming dream. The edge ball played quite old and completely avoided the review ban.

Especially the role tailored for Yu Ming is simply outrageous.

In the play, Yu Ming portrays a dying dance school student and a press ghost whose host has been tortured by nightmares.

The biggest feature of this ghost is that it is quite flexible. He will creep and crawl on the protagonist's body in an extremely twisted posture.

It is entirely conceivable that the abruptly rotating waist, twisted distorted muscles, and rattling joints are cramping and dancing in front of your eyes, and you are hissing in a horror scene without expression.

Zhongding Film and Television has created so many blockbusters for Yu Ming, and never thought that there would be such a role.