Su Changqing was a little strange: "Did you fantasize so strangely since you were a child? The previous and subsequent versions can be connected. In terms of philosophy, two eleven appeared, the latter one buried the previous one."

"You actually raised this to the level of philosophy, and I didn't understand philosophy at that time."

"I just flatter you, don't take it too seriously."

"If I counted this way, there would be more than two." Ding Jialuo mysteriously looked at the alley next to the Grand Palace, then came over and said in a ghostly manner: "I have been resurrected many times back then, and every life fell into the tunnel. If I die, I will continue to dig. I have worked hard for more than a hundred years to dig the tunnel. Do you want to take you to see the entrance now?"

This nonsense was very unexpected to Su Changqing. If the Ming Dynasty really messed with her like this, the princess would probably not be enough.

A gust of wind blew and a little cold, Ding Jialuo's big eyes were clear and clear: "Can you go?"

Just like in the evening two days ago, Su Changqing always thought he had seen a ghost, but suddenly she was frightened by her and reacted and hummed twice: "You philosophical scholars are keen on nonsense."

Ding Jialuo giggled: "I saw your pupils shrink, coward."

"Yes, I was still scared by you so much that my anus tightened."

"What's the meaning?"

"I mean you have a good concept, you can try to write it out."

It has to be said that it is not easy for a girl from the 1980s and 1990s to make such a bloody plot. In addition, a little bit of life-and-death palace fighting, a life-and-death love is basically alive.

"But it's a flaw to dig out the palace for countless lifetimes. It's too hard and heavy. If you really want to dig through the Golden Water River outside the palace, you won't drown you, a groundhog, and the storyline is too long and it won't be easy to unfold."

Ding Jialuo shook his head and tail like a fish: "Dig it at the right time, just as close to the water surface, and then he swam away."

"Don't you know there is something called a sewer? There must be a sewer system under such a large palace. Flexible use is done twice the result with half the effort. In addition, it is best not to mess with those stories of gods and ghosts, as it is not easy to pass the review."

Ding Jialuo looked at Su Changqing: "Have Hu told you that I like screenwriters?"

"No, so you have always liked writing?"

"Actually, I wanted to take the screenwriter exam, and acting is not my strength." Ding Jialuo sighed: "I was still young at that time and I didn't dare to stick to my ideas."

Ding Jialuo's face was shining with a light golden light in the rising sun, and he felt a little melancholy.

Su Changqing encouraged: "Your worldview is more solid now. If you want to write, you can pick up your pen at any time. If you really write well, you can take pictures when our studio has money."

Ding Jialuo's eyes lit up: "Really? I started writing scripts for the studio?"

Su Changqing nodded: "Try to write and read, I won't give you money before the filming starts."

The soul of a film and television studio is a story. Without a story director, just no one else can start work.

Therefore, good studios have a large reserve of scripts, and the shooting plans of heavyweight directors can be scheduled for several years.

Ding Jialuo was excited: "Then what is the theme of my drama? Freedom?"

Su Changqing shook his head straight: "It's too much to introduce concepts like pursuing freedom in costume dramas. Do you think this is a big escape from the White House? Where can women in the Ming Dynasty get freedom without men? The theme is love, and love is okay. A princess falls in love with young talented young white faces or concubines fall in love with old love men of life-respecting ministers."

Ding Jialuo nodded frequently: "Yes, then start digging tunnels for love."

This girl can't survive without digging the tunnel.

Su Changqing reminded casually: "Be careful when setting crazy about love. Love is not easy to reason with. It is like not being able to control the lower body if you can't handle it well. Therefore, this love must have a reason to resonate with it and cannot challenge any bottom line. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl do not have love, and if the story is told well, you have to make it up carefully.

Villains, bitches must be there. They are the source of rationality. However, the highlight should be on how to dig a tunnel. We must make good use of the original drainage system, investigate, analyze and get the map, and gradually improve the wisdom of the whole story, and play with the battle of wits and courage. Anyway, the higher the IQ, the more suspense, the better the better."

"What about the ending? Tragedy or comedy?"

"Of course, comedy, whoever wants to be educated in such a bloody drama, is a bit easier. The audience buys tickets and does not go to see the hero and heroine eventually being shot to death by arrows. In the end, they must escape."

"This is the climax of the whole show."

"Yes, I have pictures. In the dark night of heavy rain, the princess began to escape. She climbed through the tunnel she dug into the sewer, and almost drowned by the surge in the rain. At the critical moment, she was finally washed into the Jinshui River. She struggled to swim ashore and stumbled into the darkness.

The princess ran and ran, and after confirming her safety, she broke down emotionally, knelt in the accumulated water and faced heavy rain and wind, spread her arms in the face of lightning and thunder, freedom... Love... I'm here...

The redemption of Princess Daming.”

Ding Jialuo's eyes shone brightly when he heard it: "This picture is so shocking, it's Oscar-level."

"It's not enough to escape. You must take away the most precious treasure in the palace, sail out to sea and get away with the law, and make the feudal reactionaries sigh." After the nonsense, Su Changqing emphasized: "I'm just talking nonsense. You have to weigh the details of the plot yourself. Anyway, you have to make a story about a beautiful woman with high IQ and both intelligence and courage, and rebel from the palace."

Like most newly graduated students, Ding Jialuo is full of expectations for any adjustments to his life direction. He is excited and eager to try: "I will start writing an outline tonight and I will show you it."

"no problem."

"If you have any questions, I'll ask you for advice at any time?"

"no problem."

"Does Director Du's family have a phone number?"

"No, what are you doing?"

"Why do I ask for advice anytime if I don't have a phone call?"

"Your idea of ​​making a phone call at any time is very luxurious, and the working people cannot cooperate at the moment."

Ding Jialuo approached and said carefully: "Or come forward and call Director Du's home improvement department. I will pay the money. You are filial to your future parents-in-law."

This girl has a grudge against her parents. She wastes her family’s money so she can just call others for the convenience of making calls.

Su Changqing was amused and crying: "Who told you that Du Ke and I are a pair?"

Ding Jialuo was a little surprised: "Don't you all live together, you're in and out all day long."

"We are classmates with good relationships. She couldn't bear to see me live in the basement and took her in kindly. Unexpectedly, her father fell in love with me as a brother and sister at first sight, and became the only confidant in life. She was just a sworn brother. Do you think I can have a brother and daughter like such a decent person? What a mess of filial piety to my parents-in-law."

Ding Jialuo suddenly realized: "I misunderstood."

"You misunderstood. If Du Keke and I were really a couple, what would happen if you pretended to be a phone call and then asked someone's fiancé all day? A screenwriter must be very knowledgeable about the world, otherwise what you wrote would be ridiculous."

Su Changqing was a little puzzled. Ding Jialuo's meaning of flattery was obvious. Why?

She was very enthusiastic and liked to lean against him, but she obviously didn't look at him.
Chapter completed!