Zhang Tan did not interrupt the children's farewells. He still clearly remembered that when he first came to Little Red Horse, Xiaomi was about to leave, and Xiaobai was also so reluctant to leave.
He chatted with Xiuxiu's father.
They stood outside the crowd, the leaves were falling at night and the shadows of the trees were dancing.
"Where is your hometown?" Zhang Tan asked.
"Yichun, Gan Province, is a small mountain village." Xiuxiu's father took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and gave it to Zhang Tan, "Do you smoke?"
"I won't smoke, thank you. Will you come back if you go back?"
"I probably won't come back. Xiuxiu has to go to elementary school and can no longer follow me around. After the Chinese New Year, I will find a job in my hometown. Speaking of which, I really want to thank you, Boss Zhang, for your help.
I'm very busy, otherwise I wouldn't know how to take care of Xiuxiu."
He had to work at night and was alone in Pujiang, unable to take care of Xiuxiu. Fortunately, he had a little red horse.
The two chatted, not about life or work, but about their daughter.
Xiuxiu's father finished smoking a cigarette, put the cigarette butt out on the cigarette case, and then put it in his pocket.
"Boss Zhang, please take a look at my stuff when you have time."
He coquettishly handed several crumpled and folded papers to Zhang Tan.
"What is this?"
"The stories I wrote, haha, they were written randomly. You can read them when you have time. If you don't have time, forget about it and throw it away."
Zhang Tan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take a look at it tonight."
Xiuxiu's father said happily: "Hey, thank you! I don't ask for anything, I just want to show it to you. I know you are a great screenwriter and have a good vision. This story of mine happened around me. I can't let it go. I have time."
Just write whatever you want when you have time.”
After saying that, he took Xiuxiu, who was holding a rag doll, out of the little red horse, waved to everyone, and left.
Tan Xi'er, a child, burst into tears and was dragged back to the classroom by Xiaobai and Dudu. They also wanted to drag Xi'er to their home on the third floor. Zhang Tan was worried about dragging the sad Xi'er into a fool, so he quickly said
He can hold it.
What a sentimental kid.
Zhang Tan took Xi'er home and planned to put him on the sofa, but the child hugged his neck and refused to let go.
Zhang Tan took her to the study and had a heart-to-heart talk with her.
When Xi'er finally felt better, they came out of the study and saw that the living room was full of children, all of whom came to care about Xi'er.
"Why are you all here?" Xi'er asked, her tone unable to conceal her excitement.
"Don't cry, Xi'er, let's play house together," Dudu said.
"Xier, what story do you want to hear?" Cheng Cheng said.
"The eagle catches the chicken, and I will let you be the eagle." This was Shi Baobao's promise.
…
The children were all coaxing the baby, who burst into tears and laughed.
She doesn't know how to express emotions, but the emotions are real in her heart, and it is an emotion called happiness.
"Drink the little bear, drink the little bear~~~"
Xiaobai opened the refrigerator, stepped on the stool, and "stole" Little Bear's drink. Liuliu stood beside it, responsible for carrying it, and kept looking at Zhang Tan, for fear that Zhang Tan would find out.
Unexpectedly, Boss Zhang didn't notice it, but Xiaobai, the melon boy, shouted out on his own. Boss Zhang glanced over, and Luoliu immediately pointed at Xiaobai, meaning that Xiaobai did everything.
She is just a porter.
Dudu ran over, yelling that she was coming, she was coming, and she was complaining that Liliu was taking her job.
Liliu: "..."
Zhang Tan smiled and said: "Drink, I allow you to drink tonight."
Liuliu was refreshed, and Dudu and Dudu carried the bear drinks and distributed them to the children.
Dudu was the first to give a bag to the nearest Shi, but was stopped by Liliu. She asked for the first bottle of Little Bear to be given to Xiaobai, then the second bottle to Boss Zhang, the third bottle to Xi'er, and the fourth bottle
To herself...
After drinking the bear, the children dispersed.
It's past ten o'clock and it's time for the children to go home.
In fact, while they were coaxing Xi'er and drinking bears, some of their parents had already arrived. They just waited downstairs so as not to disturb them.
Xi'er and Xiaobai stood on the balcony and said goodbye to the children.
"You cried like a little cat today, come and wash your face."
Zhang Tan asked Xi'er to come over and wash her face.
Xi'er hiahia smiled, made faces at herself in the mirror, and moaned, trying to scare Xiaobai, but she calmed down after being knocked on the head by Xiaobai.
After washing her face, Xi'er immediately ran to her bedroom and quickly came out holding a pillow and a doll.
"Xiaobai Xiaobai, I'll sleep with you."
"Ah! You will hold me again."
"I won't."
"You will!"
"I won't."
"You said you wouldn't do it last time, but you still hugged me."
"hiahia, I won't do it this time."
Zhang Tan helped Xi'er speak, "Xiaobai, just let Xi'er sleep with you for one night. Sister Xi'er will be back tomorrow."
Xi'er immediately followed suit: "Yes, Xiaobai, godfather wants to sleep with Xi'er, but Xi'er doesn't agree, hum!"
"..."
I'm not, I didn't, you're talking nonsense!
Xiaobai finally agreed to let Xi'er sleep with her. The two of them lay on the bed. In order to show that she would never hug Xiaobai, Xi'er lay on the bed obediently, staying far away from Xiaobai.
She bought several dolls and put her little hands outside the quilt to show that her hands would never move.
Zhang Tan told them a story, put them to sleep, and left the room.
He simply tidied up the living room, turned off the lights, returned to the study, and continued his previous work.
He is writing a script. When he has inspiration, he writes it and does not necessarily need to use it immediately.
The leaves outside the house rustled in the wind, and the moonlight shone like water on the windows.
Zhang Tan was writing and writing, and suddenly he remembered the paper he received from Xiuxiu's father.
He found it in his pocket, took it out, and spread it out on the desk. Four A4 papers were filled with handwritten words using a pen.
The handwriting is neat, not pretty, but clean and neat, legible at a glance, as if a student first wrote the answers on a draft before transcribing them onto the paper during an exam.
Zhang Tan was curious about what story it was about, so he quickly read it, then read it again, and then put it down.
The writing is not exciting, Xiuxiu's father is not good at writing, but Zhang Tan saw a wonderful story from this not exciting writing.
He liked this story very much. It was an occupational disease. When he saw something unsatisfactory, he wanted to write and change it.
He reopened his laptop, memorized the core of the story written by Xiuxiu's father in his mind, and then reorganized and compiled it.
His fingers flew on the keyboard, and time passed by little by little. When he finished writing the first draft, it was already past three in the morning.
Unconsciously, four hours passed.
But he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he seemed to be full of energy and energy.
If he doesn't finish writing this story tonight, he won't be able to sleep.
He continued to modify and improve it, and at four o'clock, it was finally basically completed.
After getting up, making himself a cup of tea and stretching, Zhang Tan directly printed out the script and held it in his hand, which contained 16 pages, nearly 10,000 words.
He turned his chair around and faced the floor-to-ceiling window. The moonlight shone on him, leaving his reflection on the ground, and he began to appreciate the story...
