The lights are flashing in the bar.

The lights are red and the wine is green.

A glass of prepared wine was delivered, with flames burning and green.

Blow out the flames and take a sip, it’s cold and cool.

After a while, a burning feeling came from the stomach and the flames were boiling.

There are two heavens of ice and fire, and there is a thought in hell.

Lin Le was slightly dizzy when he drank slowly, but his mind was extremely clear.

This world is material and realistic.

If a man has no ability, don’t blame the woman for reality; if a woman has no charm, don’t blame the man for being fickle.

Equality is the basis for a stable marriage. Once a man becomes rich or a woman becomes the leader, it will destroy the stability of the marriage.

Life is not as beautiful as imagined. Life is not like an idol drama. The male protagonist has always been dedicated and the female protagonist has always been innocent.

"How do you feel?" Hua Xing asked, his eyes shining brightly, as if he instigated a child to do bad things.

"It tastes good, but drinking too much hurts the stomach."

"Come on occasion to relieve your mood. How can a man hang himself on a tree? There is no fragrant grass everywhere in the world." Hua Xing said: "If you have her in the future, you will feel good if you abuse your husband for a while, and you will be chasing your husband and crematorium."

"Just empty in my heart."

"Brother, I will introduce you to an older sister in a few days. A woman will affect the speed of drawing the sword, but a rich woman will not affect the speed of drawing the sword. A woman with a junior high school, holding a gold brick. A woman with a senior year, giving away a country. A woman with a senior year, 30,000, and is in the immortal class. Zhao Qianqian is young and ignorant, and I don't know what your brother is good, and she regrets it."

"As long as you are a son-in-law and hold your elder sister's legs, you can win your whole life with lie down!"

"I don't think so, they are now in the second-tier line. After tax deductions last year, their annual income was 20 million yuan, and they are already the best. But unlike me, they are half red and not purple, and their monthly salary is 10,000 yuan... We are not people from the same world."

"At that time, Cokeli was also popular, and he was also a great screenwriter..."

"Heroes don't mention the courage of the past, and the yellow-faced woman doesn't mention the beauty of the past. The previous few scripts either barely make a profit or are directly knocked out. I chose the wrong major that year. It's not easy to do screenwriters. In China, the status of screenwriters is low-ranking... Several of our group resigned, and some directly changed careers, and I am the only one who can't get up or down."

"I didn't know why I was so confused back then, so I chose this major."

Recalling the past, Lin Leman regretted it.

Men are afraid of entering the wrong career, and women are afraid of marrying the wrong man.

When I was choosing a major back then, I was full of confidence, but after entering the industry, I realized that this industry was very deep.

The old man said it well. If you hate someone and hate him to the core, then introduce him as a screenwriter and then fall into the pit and never get up for the rest of your life.

Be smart, run out of the pit in time and run away in time;

The lucky person crawled into the pit and could never get up again.

Being a screenwriter has low thresholds, or even no thresholds.

But there is no threshold, it is the biggest threshold.

Don’t look at some screenwriters who earn one million yuan per year or ten million yuan per year. They are very few screenwriters and platinum screenwriters.

Most of the middle and low-level screenwriters are about nine-level screenwriters, and they are not very miserable, but particularly miserable.

Some people are lucky and take the shift directly, with a monthly salary of 3,000 or 5,000 yuan, and they can barely starve to death.

Adopting a collective writing and studio model, if the script is valued, it may be that one script seller has 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.

As for the copyright, it belongs to the company

If it is directly knocked out, it will be just waste paper.

Many middle- and low-level screenwriters are typing workers, and they are sent to the scripts one by one and then thrown into the trash can.

Some screenwriters have changed their careers after working for half a year, so they can't make less than three to five thousand, so why bother to be angry?

Some screenwriters have persisted for two or three years and still have to make ends meet.

There are only a few lucky people who saw the script by the director and then became the gods in one fell swoop.

But this is only a few people, which is lower than winning the five million prize by buying money.

Lin Le has been in the screenwriter industry for about five years. He is neither half popular nor bad. He is much better than those low-level screenwriters, with a monthly salary of more than 10,000 yuan. When he debuted, he relied on a popular movie to sell scripts for 50,000 yuan. Afterwards, the director couldn't get over it and symbolically gave him an 800,000 yuan share.

Afterwards, four movies were successfully filmed one after another, two movies lost a little, and two movies made a little profit. Overall, they were lukewarm and were more than less than the top.

It is much better than the screenwriter with a monthly salary of 3,000 yuan; but it is much worse than the million club.

Every inch of land in the deep sea is valuable, so everyone mainly rents a house.

Or if you pay the down payment, it will take a long time to pay in installments and become a house slave for twenty years.

But he only struggled for five years and bought a house, which was quite successful.

However, all of this is much inferior to Zhao Qianqian, who has an annual income of 20 million yuan and has entered the second-tier star.

The man affects her upgrade speed.

Lin Le took another sip, and saw that the cup was empty, and he ordered another cup. When he drank it again, his eyes were blurred and his spirit was already confused.

When you drink too much, you will be impulsive and become extremely arrogant.

I feel that the world is big, not as big as mine.

Holding the sun, the moon and the stars in your hand, there is no self in the world.

Give me a golden cudgel and I can beat the sun with one stick.

"The singers in this bar are not good?"

Lin Le said.

"You can do it, you can go." Hua Xing said.

"I can do it if I get on."

Lin Le was dizzy and went straight to the front of the stage.

At this time, the little girl had just finished singing one and was about to go down to drink water.

"Miss, borrow the stage and borrow the guitar." Lin Le walked forward drunk, his body shaking, almost tripping, and his mouth was filled with alcohol.

"Okay... don't break my guitar." The little girl frowned, and she was a little worried about the guitar.

"Thanks."

Lin Le took the guitar, kept debugging, and tried to play it a few times, and felt that the tone was good.

The little girl frowned and drank soda, a little worried.

It’s second to be nice and ugly, the key is to vent.

Playing the guitar, Lin Le sang loudly. At the beginning, the voice was a little hoarse and the rhythm was a little messy, but he gradually entered the better.

After traveling through time, everything has changed, everything remains unchanged.

It is said to be time travel, but it is better to be awakened by the true spirit and awakening the memories of the previous life.

Obscured in the past life.

I am also unknown in this life.

My dreams dissipated in the busyness, and all I had was a meal.

Living for life is not living for unexpected things, such as happiness, happiness, etc.

Human nature gradually disappeared and became a screw in a mechanized society.

In my previous life, I was taciturn and didn't like singing. I was not as good as my amateur level, and I was even more unfamiliar with various musical instruments.

But in this life, in order to pursue girls, learn to play the piano, learn various musical instruments, learn to compose music, etc., it is already half a major.

Unfortunately, Zhao Qianqian left.

The two fish spit out bubbles in the dry pond to nourish each other. This is the true love of mutual support and affection. However, once they return to the vast rivers and lakes, the true love between them dissipates and goes to the sea, leaving only faint memories, which is ruthless again.

"Is this guy OK?"

"No, I'll have fun."

"Maybe they sing well."

Everyone was talking, no one was talking about it.

Sing and applaud.

I was singing badly, so I started to shout a few words.

Gradually the discussion stopped and everyone was silent.

The originally noisy bar was as quiet as a classroom.

Hua Xing was also silent, as if he had seen this buddy for the first time.

“I think of you describing dream paradise,

He pointed to the distance and drew a house one by one.

Your silly smirk is so honest,

All trust starts from that moment,

Give me an address to that sky

…”

With the sound, the song ended.

Huhu.

Lin Le gasped slightly.

"What is the song called?" the child asked.

"I woke up from my dream."

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Chapter completed!