"I started with humility, and my life was like an ant, but I yearned for light, wishing to be finally brilliant, wishing to be like a moth to a fire, wishing to disperse all the wool light..."

That year.

In the huge hall, Huang Bo vaguely remembered a child talking seriously about Shu Xiao's song "To Dreams".

The simple clothes could not cover the hot eyes, and the tender voice revealed a desperate determination.

He remembered that the child was named Shen Lang, and he even thought about supporting this student a year ago.

But sometimes life is like a journey.

Some people got on the roller coaster as they walked, while others became lame as they walked...

Shen Lang is the kind of person who is lame as he walks.

A year later, as soon as graduation was approaching, he passed three subjects in a row and became one of the few "seed players" in his class.

This scam of his father's grades is really hard to connect Huang Bo to the once powerful child...

If Zhang Ya hadn't called him for two hours yesterday, I hope he could help me seriously read the script written by the child. When the child needed help, he would have almost forgotten Shen Lang.

On the phone, Zhang Ya said that although Shen Lang is occasionally a mess, he is a good person and has talent. At the same time, he has dreams and needs help. We should also help him and cannot give up any student...

After listening, Huang Bo was silent for a long time and finally nodded.

After all, he is still one of Yan Ying's few dedicated teachers. After all, he is still Shen Lang's teacher...

Moreover, he also wanted to see what script Shen Lang wrote and what movie he was going to make...

Although, it is really nonsense to think about making a movie based on Shen Lang's current situation...

………………………………

"Shen Lang, what is your script about?"

"Ah? The script?"

"Yes, I heard you are planning to make a movie. Can I read your script?"

“Uhhh…”

The dormitory was a little empty.

The brothers seemed to have gone out.

When Shen Lang saw this serious teacher Huang, he felt guilty for no reason.

The fledgling Zhang Ya and Shen Lang still feel that he can fool him and take advantage of him, but he is a teacher Huang Bo who is doing well in the entertainment industry and is a little weak.

script?

He made a fucking fuck, had no script at all, and even didn't know what movie he wanted to make, but he didn't know how to make it.

How did he take it out?

However, the guilt lasted for a moment, and then a fire broke out deep in my heart for no reason!

Huang Bo, Teacher Huang!

It was like a walking investor in front of Shen Lang, and even if it was really a movie, it could still play a good role.

After all, Huang Bo is also a star in the entertainment industry.

"What's wrong?" Huang Bo looked at Shen Lang in a daze and became strange.

"Teacher Huang..."

"Yeah, you said."

"This is a unique youth movie. In this movie, there are all kinds of memories of everyone. Of course, this movie is quite cliché. We don't have many clichés..." After treating Huang Bo as a fat sheep, Shen Lang got into the state without saying a word, moved a stool and sat opposite Huang Bo, and began to pretend.

"Teacher Huang, I wonder what you think of youth?" Shen Lang suddenly stared at Huang Bo after hyping a wave of scripts.

"I'm about youth?" Huang Bo was stunned, and didn't react for a while. Why did Shen Lang suddenly ask back?

"Yes, I said that everyone has an era of youth deep in their hearts, and they have had youth. So, Teacher Huang, what is your youth? How do you understand youth?" Shen Lang was extremely serious.

"I?"

"right!"

"We used to be young, there was nothing youth, just... wait, Shen Lang, I came here today to read your script!"

"I understand, but, Teacher Huang, this will not affect my question, right?"

“Is this important?”

"It's important!"

"Okay, in fact, we don't have much youth. At that time, I also had a rock dream, well..."

"Wait!" Just as Huang Bo began to recall, Shen Lang suddenly interrupted again.

"What's wrong?"

"Teacher Huang, just do it, I know you like to drink this brand of wine the most, let's order it together." Shen Lang took out a bottle of wine, a plate of peanuts and a few side dishes under Huang Bo's eyes as if he was magically trying to take out a small table...

“There’s something else in the afternoon…”

"Hey, Teacher Huang, I know you will get regular hours every day, come on."

"Okay." Huang Bo glanced at Shen Lang, then hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

His wineworm just came up a little.

"Teacher Huang, then let's continue to talk about your youth?"

"good!"

“…”

“…”

……………………………………

"Actually, the university at that time was different, different, not like you now..."

"Teacher Huang, have you been in love? When I was in college."

"Haha, yes, I'll tell you..."

"Teacher Huang, it's awesome. Come on, I'll give you a cup!"

"Haha, I can't drink it anymore, it's almost done, Shen Lang, your script..."

"Teacher Huang, let's continue talking about your past. You can read the script anytime you want!"

"Okay, then I'll drink one, I can only drink the last one, and I won't be able to drink it again. I still have something to do!"

"Yeah, just a cup, Teacher Huang, what do you think the script of youth type should be like and how should the outline be filmed?"

"Haha, actually, I think..."

“…”

“…”

After one cup, there is one cup.

Teacher Huang has stories, Shen Lang has wine and vegetables.

Very good.

By the afternoon, Huang Bo shook his head and was a little drunk.

Shen Lang followed Huang Bo out of the dormitory with a silly smile and got a car for Huang Bo home.

After watching Teacher Huang leave, Shen Lang ran back to the dormitory without saying a word, picked up the computer and wrote the script outline in a flash.

Half an hour later, Shen Lang nodded with satisfaction.

Then he recalled those few youth movies he had watched before, such as "To Youth" and "Those Years". In the end, Shen Lang grinned again, pieced together the outline, and then started to do it immediately...

……………………………………

The next morning.

When Huang Bo came to his office and turned on the computer, he received a call.

"Hello?"

"Hey? Teacher Huang?"

"Shen Lang?"

"Yes, Teacher Huang, where are you? Are you free?"

"In the office, what's wrong? I'm free!"

"I forgot to show you the script yesterday, now I'll come over with the script..."

"good!"

“…”
To be continued...