"...Is that the little boy from Sichuan in your class?"
"Yeah."
Good guy! Zhang Tan suddenly remembered that he had originally planned to talk to this Xiaoxu. This little guy taught Xiaobai to sing "Shufen, My Dear Shufen" just after school started.
"Your classmate is quite good at singing. I have taught you so many songs."
Xiaobai quickly wiped her face with a towel and hung it up to dry, just like her old man.
"Hey, singing is his strong point." Xiaobai said as he walked towards the living room, Zhang Tan followed closely.
Xiaobai walked straight through the living room, walking briskly and eagerly, like a little magpie. She came to the study and asked Zhang Tan curiously: "Where do you live?"
After finishing speaking, he craned his neck to look at the computer screen, which was filled with densely packed words, "Old man, you are writing so many words, what are you writing?"
Zhang Tan said: "I'm making up a story."
"Making up stories? Old man, what do you do?"
Xiaobai suddenly became curious about his old man's occupation.
"You don't even know what I do?"
Zhang Tan expressed that he was surprised. The child's innocence, simplicity and stupidity were beyond his imagination.
"emmmmmmmmm~~" The child hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed by Zhang Tan's shocked expression. It seemed that it was too much to not even know what his father was doing, so he couldn't be a little cotton-padded jacket. "I know how you are.
Awesome, ho ho ho ho~~~"
A child gives a compliment to cover up his stupidity and naivety.
Zhang Tan covered his forehead with his hands and said exaggeratedly: "Oh~ I am really defeated by you."
"Hohoho~~ You are my old man." The child's face turned red.
This sentence made Zhang Tan reluctantly satisfied, so he said: "Dad, I am a screenwriter."
"Whip? Snap~~~"
Xiaobai made a gesture of waving a long whip, which was used when plucking pomegranates.
"It's not the whip, it's the screenwriter, the person who makes up the story."
"Oh, no wonder you are so good at telling stories."
"Yeah, what story do you want to hear tonight? I'll tell it to you."
Xiaobai stretched out his little finger, pointed at the computer screen, and said just listen to what is on it.
"...That's okay, I'll tell you, but it's just not that easy to understand."
"Hey, listening to stories is my strong point." Xiaobai said confidently, and then sighed with satisfaction and said, "Hey, old man, I thought you didn't have a job."
"Ah? You think I'm unemployed?"
Xiaobai nodded and smiled, "I feel so sorry for you~ You are so miserable. Do you want my money? I will give it to you."
"That's your lucky money, keep it for yourself."
"I want it~"
"But you must not throw it away like paper."
"Money is not paper money, I can tell it apart."
Today, the school teacher asked everyone to talk about their fathers. Some of the classmates’ fathers are teachers, some are civil servants, some are managers, some are from banks, and some are police officers. When it was Xiaomi’s turn, Xiaomi said she had no father. When it was Xiaobai’s turn,
, Xiaobai said that her father didn’t do anything, he just played and played with the children.
Translated from children's words, in adult language, it is "bastard".
Fortunately, Teacher Hu Hu came to our house for a home visit and knew that Zhang Tan was employed, and it was also mentioned in the student's admission information that he was a screenwriter and writer.
After returning from the last home visit, the more Teacher Hu Hu thought about it, the more he felt that Zhang Tan looked very familiar. He should have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it until he watched TV a few days later and it was "In the Name of the People".
In the replay version, after an episode ended, the production staff behind the scenes suddenly saw the word "Zhang Tan"!
She was suddenly inspired and looked up Zhang Tan's name on the Internet. A lot of information came to her. She clicked on a news item and saw the headline "Zhang Tan wins Best Screenwriter of the Year". She scrolled down and finally
I saw the photo of Zhang Tan receiving the award. Isn’t he the father of little boy Bai Chunhua!!!
She said it looked so familiar! She also watched the live broadcast.
This was not over yet. Teacher Hu Hu was so curious that she clicked on various news about Zhang Tan. The more she learned about it, the more surprised she became. Hey, he turned out to be a hidden entertainment industry boss!
"Come on, I'll send you to bed and I'll tell you a bedtime story."
Zhang Tan closed the laptop, Xiaobai ran to the door, stood on tiptoe, and turned off the light with a click.
The two of them came to Xiaobai's bedroom and "go to bed."
Xiaobai ran to climb on the bed and rolled on it twice. It felt very comfortable.
Zhang Tan closed the door, drew the curtains, turned on the air conditioner, set it to sleep mode, and sat next to the bed. Xiaobai took the initiative to turn on the bedside table lamp, and Zhang Tan turned off the big light on the roof, and the room instantly felt warm.
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Xiaobai looked at Zhang Tan with shining eyes, got under the quilt, exposed his little head, and looked forward to the old man's bedtime story.
Now listening to stories before going to bed has become a great happiness for her and she can’t stop it!
For this reason, she was unwilling to go to Bai Jianping's place to sleep, because Bai Jianping couldn't tell stories and could only lie down and snore to sleep.
Listening to bedtime stories is the preserve of children and girlfriends. No child or girlfriend would dislike listening to bedtime stories. It is a sense of ritual. What is important is not the story, but the atmosphere, warmth and sense of security.
Xiao Bai used to love to listen to bedtime stories, but neither Bai Jianping nor Ma Lanhua knew how to tell them.
Xiaobai would sometimes pester Ma Lanhua and ask her to tell stories. However, neither Ma Lanhua nor Bai Jianping had the talent or habit to tell stories. They did not understand that children need sweet stories to accompany them.
Fall asleep.
When Malanhua is cornered, she will tell Xiaobai clumsy ghost stories to scare her, so that she can settle down and go to bed as soon as possible, but she always fails.
Even if it is a ghost story, Xiaobai can still listen to it with relish and laugh out loud. This does not scare her.
"Listen to the story~" Xiaobai shouted excitedly, kicking his feet in the air-conditioned quilt. Although the time before going to bed was short, he was very looking forward to it, excited and happy.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Do you really want to listen to the story written on the computer?" Zhang Tan asked.
Xiaobai nodded, his big eyes flashing with anticipation.
Zhang Tan thought about how to tell the story of "Anti-Gangster Storm" in a cute and pleasant way.
Oh, this is really a big challenge. It is obviously a cold and bloody story, but it has to be adapted into a warm bedtime story. It is really difficult for her old man.
He thought of the protagonist Li Chengyang, and also thought of the Black Cat Sheriff that Xiaobai had recently watched. Oh, by the way, let's turn all the characters in the story "Anti-Gangster" into small animals. Li Chengyang is the black cat policeman, but how to make up the next
Woolen cloth?
Ah, Zhang Tan thought of an animated movie he once watched called "Zootopia". The rabbit police officer in it also fought against the evil forces. If he changed it to the adult version, he would not be as kind as in "Anti-Gangster".
How many.
In this way, Zhang Tan combined several TV series and movies to integrate "Sweeping Out" into an animal story. The story was stumbling at first, but he racked his brains and thought while telling it, and it became smooth as he told it.
Good guy, after coaxing Xiaobai into a sweet sleep, his story has basically taken shape and he has a rough draft in his mind.
He quickly came to the study room, turned on the computer and desk lamp, sat at the desk and typed, writing out the story frame and plot he had just compiled.
Time passed slowly, and when Zhang Tan finished writing, it was already past four o'clock in the night.
He stretched out and was very satisfied with the results of staying up late. This drama is very different from "The Dark Side". It draws on three stories from "The Dark Side", "Black Cat Sheriff" and "Zootopia".
But it's not like any of them.
He had to give the show a name first, and Zhang Tan thought of a classic crime TV series he had watched, "Fargo."
So he wrote the name of the show "Dark Blood" on the document, which is dark, bloody and violent.
Zhang Tan closed the document, but did not turn off the computer. Instead, he opened a new document and wrote the animated version of the story.
The animated version can't be called "Dark Blood". If we need to give it another name, what should it be called?
