Chapter 2 Mistaking pineapples for pears It takes more than an hour to fly from Fancheng to Hengcheng. It was already two o'clock in the morning, the lights were dim, and there were few pedestrians. Yin Xun drove to the airport himself and took Jinli to the crew hotel in the film and television city to rest. Yin Xun and she were both screenwriters at Lihua Culture Media Company. They used to be masters of male videos on a novel website, but they were exploited by her and co-founded a short drama studio together. In addition, there is Qiu Ning. Qiu Ning is the initiator of the plan to establish Lihua Company. Jinli was actually kidnapped by Qiu Ning in the first place. This relationship is a long story, dating back roughly five years... The spring breeze late at night brought a bit of biting chill, and entered the rear compartment with caution.
Yin Xun's passenger seat was filled with dolls and dolls given to him by his childhood sweetheart. No one ever dared to touch or sit on them. When Jinli saw it for the first time, she was thinking that if she succeeded in capturing Xie Jiyan in the future, she would fill the passenger seats of all the cars in Xie Jiyan's garage with dolls. This way it will be exclusive to her. However, her fantasy was obviously a bit unnecessary. Because it seems that she has never seen Xie Jiyan's car carry other women for so long, and it should be impossible for her to take him. "Yin Shen, your short play is almost finished, right?" After adjusting to the most comfortable sitting position, I rested my arms on the window edge of the car seat, lazily looking for topics to fill the empty feeling in my heart. The first time she met Yin Xun, she was particularly impressed. She was in a mixed group of authors. Everyone calls him Yin Shen. Yin Xun had long been accustomed to this title. He held the steering wheel with his long finger bones and said in a gentle voice, "Soon, the day after tomorrow." The shooting cycle of a short play usually takes about fifteen days. The drama written by Yin Xun this time is a great drama in which a low-level social beast possesses a divine system and pretends to be awesome all the way. A total of 100 words, episodes, each episode is two minutes. However, for him who is used to writing suspense novels with millions of words at every turn, these short tens of thousands words are more challenging. It took him several months to complete. After all, short plays are about being faster. Rhythm and excitement. Not Bi Jinli, I have been exposed to new media short stories early on, and it is very easy to create them. When she is full of inspiration, she can write two or three novels a month. And at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, her new short play will be launched again. That’s why I rushed to Hengcheng overnight. But if we really talk about it, this is just her second short play.
Because Ewha Company was only officially established last year. Even though she creates very quickly, the production budget, recruitment of actors, location selection... all these things take time to prepare. For example, right now, her third short play "The King of Crazy Criticisms Forced to Pet Me" is in preparation, mainly focusing on the location selection. Thinking of this, Jinli suddenly felt depressed. She was so diligent in making medicine for Xie Jiyan because she wanted to ask Xie Jiyan to help him rent Yin Xian, the leader of the Yin family in the imperial capital, to rent his Lanwu Manor for a few days, which only those with a net worth of tens of billions could enter. who knew... Ugh. You really shouldn't have contradicted him. "It would be great if you, God of Yin, were also from the Yin family in the imperial capital. Then I wouldn't have to ask Xie Jiyan." Jinli suddenly felt inspired. Yin Xun's eyes moved slightly, and the smile on his lips was unclear, "Same surname but different fate, I am not that lucky." He seemed to have a point in his words. Jinli didn't intend to come out and just said cowardly: "Then when I return to Fancheng, I will have to shamelessly try to please him. …… At dawn, a golden streak opened in the east, and the big white goose raised by the housekeeper, Uncle Wang, was pecking under the pear tree. Xie Jiyan stayed up all night, standing in front of the study window and eating three candies. It was so sore that his teeth hurt. He bought the wrong flavor, mistaking pineapple for pear. He rubbed his brow bones sadly, yesterday's medicine bowl was still on the table. Uncle Wang came upstairs early in the morning to clean it, but he stopped him. I don’t know why I want to stop it? Until he sat down in the armchair by accident and picked up a blue handkerchief embroidered with white pear blossoms. He carefully wiped the medicine residue from the bottom of the bowl, leaving only the bright red lip print, and then put it on the antique collection shelf like a treasure. He gradually realized that he was crazy. Morning, 8:08, auspicious time. The breeze blew through the incense burner on the set, and the smoke curled up. The protagonist actor lifted the red cloth on the camera, and the short play officially started. As a screenwriter and team member, Jinli, in addition to discussing the content of the script with the actors and director, or revising the plot, or making some suggestions, the rest is to sit next to the director and see if the actors' emotional expressions are in place. But I have to say that these new actors have very superb acting skills, no less than some big-name stars. Especially the male protagonist chosen this time has very three-dimensional facial features and light glass brown eyes, with a somewhat ancient and mysterious color from the East and a wild and unruly hybrid feeling from the West.
Even the name is nice, Lu Jingxu. Make a point: Yin Xian appeared in "His Little Milk Apricot", in the chapter where he showed off his wife's drinking party. Xie Jiyan and Xie Yinlan are from the same family, which will be explained later.
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