People are fascinated and disliked by thousands of people [entertainment circle]

Chapter 78 "About 2%."

During the summer vacation, college students usually have no homework.

However, student Han Shuangji was obsessed with filming last semester, which caused him to miss several important subjects, so he had to make up for it during the summer vacation.

The professional topics of screenwriting majors are nothing more than writing outlines, writing short scripts, etc., which belong to the category of literary creation.

Literary creation needs inspiration.

Han Shuangji has high demands on herself and wants to write a good script.Even if you do school work, you can't just muddle along.

So, he locked himself in his study, facing countless reference materials and blank manuscript paper.

The first day passed, and Han Shuangji only wrote the title.

The next day passed, and he tore up the headline he had written yesterday.

On the third day of retreat, Han Shuangji faced the window, sat still for half a day, and decisively chose to give up.

"I can't write!" Han Shuangji ran out of the study, clasped Lin Yuan's shoulders, and shook him back and forth vigorously.

"Wait, wait." Lin Yuan tried to control him, so as not to shake his brains apart.

Han Shuangji had almost vented, reluctantly stopped, and gave her boyfriend a smooth hair.

Lin Yuan rubbed his forehead and calmly reminded, "Didn't you have a script that was already written?"

"That can't be used!" Han Shuangji knew which script he was referring to, and quickly dispelled him.

Lin Yuan understood, "Not ready yet?"

"It's coming soon." Han Shuangji said perfunctorily, "I will definitely do it next time."

Lin Yuan asked again, "Then what about your subject?"

Han Shuangji thought for a while, wrapped his arms around Lin Yuan's neck, and said softly, "Baby, do you love me~"

"I don't know how to write scripts." Lin Yuan worried.

His ability to tell stories is really limited, and as he writes, he can't help but want to draw some illustrations.

Han Shuangji was aware of his level, and had no intention of asking Lin Yuan to write the script for him.

"I mean." Han Shuangji kissed his face, Jiao Didi said, "You accompany me to find inspiration, okay, my dear~"

"Okay." Of course Lin Yuan agreed, and explained, "Even if you don't use this pestering method, I will agree to you."

"I know." Han Shuangji gave him a big kiss, and said happily, "But if I act like a baby, you will be more willing."

Lin Yuan could not agree more.

In his life, he was pinched to death by Han Shuangji.

Frost Ji intends to break through himself and write a script about love.

Before writing about love, you must first experience love yourself.

As a boyfriend, Lin Yuan, a tool man, accompanies him to play around, create romance, share with each other, and do what all lovers would do.

After working hard for several days in a row, Han Shuangji had a lot of fun, had a very pleasant love experience, but had no inspiration for writing.

"I can't write." Han Shuangji put down his pen, rubbed his half-dried hair, and climbed onto the bed humming.

Lin Yuan had already expected it, and said helplessly, "What did you say half an hour ago."

After returning to the hotel, Han Shuangji vowed: If I can't write the beginning of the script today, I will sleep in a separate bed with my boyfriend at night.

"Have I ever spoken?" Han Shuangji opened his eyes wide and said nonsense, "No."

"You." Lin Yuan lifted the quilt, got up and wiped his hair resignedly, "There are still a few days left for the vacation."

"Two days."

"What should I do?" Lin Yuan was concerned, "Do you need me to ask a screenwriter I know to help you?"

"I don't have any ideas, how can I help? Just hand in their works for homework?" Han Shuangji seemed to be angry with herself, and plunged her head into Lin Yuan's arms, pretending to be an ostrich to escape reality.

Lin Yuan's clothes were soaked by him, but he remained patient and helped Han Shuangji analyze the reason, asking him why he couldn't write.

"Maybe..." Han Shuangji thought for a moment, and then answered seriously, "I don't love you enough, so I can't write a script about love."

Lin Yuan pursed his thin lips when he heard his answer, and silently turned his back to his boyfriend, "Good night."

"Are you angry?" Han Shuangji wriggled over and put his furry head on Lin Yuan's shoulder, observing his reaction.

Lin Yuan closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, pretending not to hear Han Shuangji's words.

"Actually, I like you very much. I fell in love with you the first time I saw you." Han Shuangji said in a soft voice, "It starts with your appearance, falls into your appearance, and stays loyal to your appearance."

Lin Yuan gritted his teeth secretly.

In the final analysis, Han Shuangji's feelings for him can only be summed up in four words: simply looking at his face.

"I understand!" Han Shuangji suddenly realized, "No wonder I have no inspiration."

In fact, Frost Ji likes Lin Yuan very much.

After all, he has a face that dances wildly on his own fetishes.

But, the love between them is too impulsive and lacks the succession and transition of the story.

Han Shuangji had no way to completely move Lin Yuan's face into the script, so it seemed that love was not convincing.

He should think differently.

For example, look for the moment when Lin Yuan makes his heart beat apart from his appearance.

"Baby~" Han Shuangji shook his shoulders, trying to wake Lin Yuan up.

"Your baby is offline." Lin Yuan closed his eyes tightly, "Sleeping beauty."

"Wake up, I promise, even if you become a little ugly, I will not abandon you."

Lin Yuan opened his eyes and asked vigilantly, "What is your tolerance?"

Frost Ji gestured, "About 2%."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan closed his eyes again, "Good night."

"Dear~"

After being tortured by Frost Ji, even if Lin Yuan was unwilling, he had no choice but to turn around and face him again.

"I know where to find inspiration~" Han Shuangji was inexplicably excited.

"Provence flower fields? The Eiffel Tower? Or the beaches of the Bahamas?" Lin Yuan listed many romantic places related to love.

Frost Ji shook his head again and again, "Neither of them~ You will come with me tomorrow and you will know!"

Lin Yuan didn't ask any more questions.

Frost Ji likes to maintain a sense of mystery.What he didn't want to say, he definitely couldn't ask.

Lin Yuan hugged her boyfriend and had a good night's sleep, and set off early the next day.

After several twists and turns, I walked several thousand meters to the destination.

Finally, a small dilapidated house that was ventilated on all sides appeared in front of his eyes, with a lingering shadow in his familiarity.

"Here...?" Lin Yuan looked at Han Shuangji.

The painting lounge was obviously rebuilt, and the abandoned building next to it had already been demolished, and the wreckage disappeared without a trace over the years.

Even so, it still takes a lot of courage for Han Shuangji to come to this place again.

He used to be here and experienced more than 30 hours of horror and helplessness.

"Writing stories pays attention to the beginning and the end, and a relationship is divided into acquaintance, acquaintance, and love. So, go back to where we started and find inspiration together."

"Is it the beginning?" Lin Yuan walked to the lounge and pushed open the creaking wooden door, but nothing changed inside.

Even his unfinished works are still on the easel.

After the kidnapping, the lounge was demolished by relevant departments.

Now that it reappears, someone must have expended energy to restore it.

Lin Yuan looked around, secretly assessing the completion of the lounge.

It shouldn't be possible to recover in just three to five days.

"When did you prepare?"

"Who remembers." Han Shuangji came to him and looked at the unfinished works on the easel, "Did you just stay in this position at that time?"

"No, it should be closer to the wall."

"Which side?"

Lin Yuan pointed to the wall that was adjacent to the abandoned building.

Lin Yuan said in his mouth that he didn't want to be disturbed in his creation.In fact, he had been paying attention to the movement on the other side of the wall.

"I'm a little concerned." Lin Yuan explained, "When they passed by the window, it gave me a bad feeling."

"what about me?"

"Didn't see you."

The kidnappers have done bad things and hide and hide all the way, trying not to be seen as hostages by anyone.

Lin Yuan took a quick glance, only seeing the kidnappers' faces and the number of people, and didn't notice that they had tied up a child.

"What happened later?" Han Shuangji asked, "You should have seen me when you rescued me, right?"

"Well," Lin Yuan said guiltily, "but I didn't pay much attention."

The kidnappers outside would come in at any moment, Lin Yuan only cared about untying the rope, and didn't even know whether the child was a boy or a girl.

Frost Ji's hands trembled as he took off the blindfold with difficulty.Lin Yuan had already run out of the small black room to stop the kidnappers from delaying the time.

From beginning to end, neither of them saw the other's face.

Deserved to miss it for so long.

"So," Lin Yuan asked again, "is this the beginning?"

"Forget it, why not?" Han Shuangji replied loudly, "You saved me."

"But..." Lin Yuan wanted to say: If it were someone else that day, he would have saved him too.

"You saved me." Han Shuangji interrupted him, repeating again, "Do you believe in destiny?"

"I don't quite believe it."

"But I believe it." Han Shuangji narrowed his eyes with a smile, "I met you later, and I was attracted to you, maybe it was destined in the dark."

Lin Yuan complained weakly, "You didn't see my face at all, you didn't know who I was, did you?"

"Listen, what are you talking about?" Han Shuangji glared at him, and said righteously, "In short, I am attracted by you. As for the face, is it important?"

Lin Yuan shook his head and said against his will, "It's not important, not at all."

The ghost knows who said 'begin with appearance, get stuck in appearance, and be loyal to appearance'.

The boyfriend's sweet talk, as expected, just listen to it, you can't believe a word.

"Baby, I've already found an idea to write a short script." Han Shuangji was in a good mood, shaking his arm, "Cooperate with me and reproduce the scene at that time, so that I can find more inspiration."

"Of course I would like to cooperate with you. But on the first day you were tied up here, I stayed here to draw pictures."

"Haven't you ever gone out?"

"No." Lin Yuan moved the easel to the previous position, pointed to the rear window without a window frame and said, "At that time, I was painting the scenery outside the window, and suddenly I heard the noise outside. The kidnapper who kidnapped you passed by behind. , I couldn’t concentrate on drawing. I turned my head and looked, and through the small hole in the wall, I saw three people passing by one by one.”

Han Shuangji originally listened with gusto, until Lin Yuan said something that made him frown subconsciously.

"Three people?" Han Shuangji immediately asked, "Including me?"

"I told you, I didn't see you at the time." Lin Yuan seriously recalled the scene a few years ago, and said to him, "there must be three kidnappers. Later I heard them argue, although most of the time it was two people arguing, occasionally I could hear to the third voice."

"That's it." Han Shuangji's face was serious, looking thoughtful.

"Is there a problem?"

"...Later, the police arrived here and only caught two robbers." Han Shuangji said, "I was blindfolded, so I didn't know how many kidnappers there were. Their confession was perfect, and they said they had no other accomplices , and the case is closed.”

and so--