I really want to hit the street

Saturday, April 8, sunny.

When he woke up early in the morning, Pu Jie was about to take a look at Writer's Assistant on his mobile phone.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Dachun's face floating in front of him.

"Giao!"

Pu Jie suddenly woke up and gave Dachun a push.

"What are you doing, Dachun, scare me?"

Dachun chuckled: "I was just about to wake you up, but you woke up by yourself."

"It's a big weekend, why are you calling me? It would be nice to sleep more. I just like to lie in bed on weekends."

"I just bought breakfast, pancakes, fruit, and soy milk."

Da Chun takes the blink of an eye.

Pu Jie had already dressed at the speed of light and sat at the table.

"Let's eat, let's eat!"

Dachun: "."

Zhang Yang also jumped down from the upper bunk, picked up the pancakes and ate the fruit.

"Bah, bah, bah! I'm still diligent in spring, and I get up so early on weekends."

Yuan Hua wiped his head, struck a handsome pose, and got up.

The four brothers in the dormitory sat around the small table.

Chew the 4 sets of pancake fruits until they make a squeaking sound.

Yuan Hua said: "How is your script going? It will be collected the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Yang: "Hey, just do it. I can't do it anymore. I've been playing with the little girl from the acting department this month. I don't have time to write. I can just deal with it."

Yuan Hua shook his head coolly: "Men should not be trapped by beauty. Writing good scripts is what we should pursue. My script will definitely shine this time!"

"Hey! Brother Hua is so confident this time. Don't move. This style is amazing. In this posture, can we compose an impromptu poem?"

Yuan Hua kept shaking his head, stretched out his index and middle fingers together, and shook them gently.

"When the sea reaches the end, the sky is the shore; when the mountain reaches the top, I am the peak!"

"Good! Your literary talent is outstanding! Your talent is outstanding!"

Pu Jie took the lead in applauding, and he suddenly looked like Cao Zhi.

"Exposed, exposed"

"Yuan Hua, what's the name of the script you wrote?"

""A Day in the Life of the District Chief Uncle""

Pu Jie:（*゜ー゜*）

“As soon as you hear it, it sounds like an award-winning work.”

Dachun giggled: "I don't think it is as powerful as the last one called "My Father, the Principal"."

"Hey~ You can't be limited by the subject matter, otherwise others will think that I won the award because of my father."

Pu Jie: "???"

Does your uncle not count?

Such a damn rich (guan) second generation!

"Dachun, what did you write?"

Dachun's face suddenly became serious: "A very brain-burning suspenseful twist script, which twists and turns again and again! The name is "You Can't Guess"."

Pu Jie: "Dachun, didn't you say that you won't be allowed to touch brain-burning things? Why are you here again?"

To be honest, in the last script Dachun wrote, Pu Jie knew who the murderer was as soon as the characters appeared.

"I'll treat you with admiration after three days of separation! Brother Jie, I can do it this time."

Pu Jie shook his head helplessly.

This time the four brothers in the dormitory looked like they were going to be wiped out again.

Oh no, Yuan Hua should be praised at least for the sake of the district chief uncle.

While Zhang Yang was sucking soy milk, he asked vaguely: "Brother Jie, I haven't seen you write in the past few days. Could it be that you are secretly holding back a big move?"

Pu Jie put on a confident smile.

"That's right!"

Dachun slapped the table: "Okay! You're really holding back your ultimate move behind our backs, aren't you!"

Pu Jie shook his head: "I said he was right about the first half of the sentence, but he didn't write it."

"cut!"

"That's it!"

"never heard of that!"

"Go to hell!"

However, the three of them were not surprised. Pu Jie had to write so many words of a novel every day, and he didn't have much time. It would be a shame if he had time to write a script.

Dachun asked worriedly: "Then what are you going to do? The director asked me to hand it in on Monday. I can't deal with it with novels this time, so I have to hand in the script."

"Brother Jie, why don't you sprint and do the same as me and come up with a script to fool things?"

Yuan Hua kept shaking his head: "It's difficult, it's difficult. An original script can't be written casually. It's a two-day sprint. It has to be brewed."

Zhang Yang thought about it and it was true. He had been fooling around for a week.

"Brother Jie, you're done."

Dachunyi said cruelly: "Brother Jie, how about I give you one of my creative ideas, and you can directly work on my creative ideas."

Pu Jie thought of Dachun's insane suspense and decisively refused.

"No need!"

"Isn't it just a script? It's not much different from a novel. Two days is enough!"

Pu Jie has saved a lot of manuscripts this month and can set them to be sent automatically in the past two days.

And judging from various data, the situation of "The Rogue Doctor" is extremely stable, and there is basically no chance of anything going wrong.

This weekend, focus on writing the script.

The three musketeers in the dormitory gave him a look that asked for blessings, then went to bed and began to revise his script.

Pu Jie has already got his own notebook worth 6,000 yuan, equipped with an electrostatic capacitive keyboard, and now his typing speed has increased by one level.

It only takes 5 hours to write 12,000 words.

At this time, the girl with glasses on the study committee called: "Pu Jie, the script will be handed in on Monday. Have you finished it?"

"It's almost over, it's almost over."

Create a new word document.

"real?"

"It's finishing."

Rename the document.

"Oh, then tell the three people in your dormitory to hand it in on time on Monday morning."

"Don't worry, it's fine!"

Open a blank word.

After hanging up the phone, Pu Jie began to think about what kind of script he wanted to write.

After a semester of study, he has a little bit of screenwriting proficiency, and at least he knows how to write a standard script format.

But Pu Jie is not a genius after all. His biggest shortcoming is that what he writes does not have a sense of picture, and the picture expressed in the words is relatively poor.

However, he also has something he is good at, which is hydrography, ah no! It's about writing character dialogues and elevating emotions.

He felt that the dialogue he wrote was quite interesting.

Although the plot of Long Aotian and Liu Ergou is awkward and the story is very poisonous, the dialogue is still passable.

"Since I'm not good at writing scenes, I'll make a simple scene, preferably one scene to the end, like a locked room murder case."

"Dialogue is the easiest way to reduce the number of words. Then use more dialogue to arouse the audience's emotions, such as fighting?"

"The relationship between the characters shouldn't be too complicated. It's best for the protagonist to show off in various ways, and everyone else will refute him in a timely manner, and then be slapped in the face, and then some spectators will come and express their amazement at the protagonist's behavior, like the audience in the live broadcast room Same."

"So. A case of multiple people fighting each other during a live broadcast in a secret room?"

Pu Jie was stunned for three seconds.

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"What the hell!"

After reading what I had reasoned out, I almost vomited.

"Have you written too many mindless novels recently, and your brain is not working well?"

He stared at the words written in his word document, and he always felt that something looked familiar.

Sudden!

A movie suddenly flashed in Pu Jie's mind!

"Damn it! "The Man from Earth" starts with only one person, and the whole plot depends on his mouth!"

The original film is a low-budget soft science fiction film. It tells the story of a man who is moving after working for 10 years. His old friends come to say goodbye, including historians, religious scientists, biologists, psychologists and other knowledgeable people. But they discovered that the man was a person who had lived for 14,000 years. Everyone did not believe it, and the man used words to slap his old friends in the face one by one.

The scene is just a house and a yard. There is no need to change, and there is no need to design any body movements. It all depends on the protagonist blowing with his mouth. The characters are all tool men, seducing the protagonist and showing off.

Absolutely amazing!

Perfectly echoed his request!

However, Pu Jie thought for a moment and frowned again.

"I don't remember the lines in it, and it's a Western story. It's definitely not appropriate for us. It also discusses religion."

"Harmful! What a big deal, I will compile a Chinese version of "The Man from the Earth" myself!"

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