ps: When people in the group ask about the outcome of the blind date, I can only tell everyone how heart-pounding it feels.
The immediate plan was agreed upon, and Lin Chengxun and Jin Huicheng hastily made a bowl of noodles for dinner.
After dinner, Lin Chengxun held a folding wicker chair in his hand and a storyboard under his arm, and came to a streetlight at the entrance of Ping An Restaurant. He opened the wicker chair and lay down on it, staring up at the top of his head with unfocused eyes.
halo of street lights.
After Jin Huicheng finished arranging the dishes in the kitchen, he took two glasses of medicinal wine and searched for a long time in Ping'an Restaurant before he saw the "corpse-like" Lin Chengxun under the streetlight far away from the door.
"Hey, second brother, you're pretending to be dead!"
"Shh!"
Lin Chengxun scratched his head irritably. At this time, there was only a black character sketch on his drawing board, and the trash can next to the wicker chair was filled with a bucket of crumpled rice paper.
Lin Chengxun is polishing the script, camera positions, lighting, character emotions, character image, etc. of his third movie.
Strictly speaking, only the third movie script can bear the name of Lim Sung-hoon's studio, so Lim Sung-hoon takes his third film very seriously.
This has also led to his current embarrassing situation of "trying to cross the Yellow River, which is blocked by ice." Endless theories from his previous life have accumulated in his mind, and suddenly exploded in his mind during this period. He feels that he wants to write everything, but after thinking about it, he can't
I found that I couldn't write anything.
This feeling similar to a "devil's obstacle" made Lin Chengxun very irritable, but he knew in his heart that he might have encountered the so-called "rookie wall".
The theory in the past life, the two practices in this life, and the accumulation of TV series, Lin Chengxun finally reached this crucial level.
As a result, he couldn't stay in the house during the day because the decoration on the second floor was too noisy. He couldn't stay outside the house either because it was too quiet and made him fall asleep easily. Only now he could listen to the clear breeze and the faint sound of cars passing by in the distance.
It's good that flowers are blooming again, the sun and moon are in the sky, the rain is covered with snow, and the morning and dusk are transitioning...
Lin Chengxun feels that only under such conditions can his inspiration begin to emerge, but if there is the "hissing" of a snake, the "bleating" of a sheep, or the "moo" of a cow...
Your own inspiration will surely flow.
In short, in Jin Huicheng's words: This silly 13 is crazy.
"This place doesn't have enough spiritual energy."
An hour later, Lin Chengxun left with a somewhat forlorn figure.
"Hey, this lunatic, don't you know how to understand the hardships of our work!" The sanitation worker put down the broom he held high, with lingering fear.
As soon as he entered the house, Lin Chengxun received a call from Jiyeon.
"Hey, Jiyeon."
"oppa, come pick me up."
"good."
Lin Chengxun put down the wicker chair and drawing board, picked up the car keys and drove to Ji Yan's house.
Speaking of which, a few years ago, Ji-yeon's mother wanted to take Ji-yeon to the temple to ask for a lucky charm for Ji-yeon to prepare for the college entrance examination. Ji-yeon conveniently asked for a peace charm for Lin Chengxun.
Lin Chengxun has never believed in these gods and ghosts. Even though he was completely reborn as a soul, he still didn't believe it. Especially in the temples on the peninsula, Taoist priests told fortunes, which made him even less believe in these things.
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Jiyan's family is a typical peninsula middle-class family. Her father is a middle-level manager of a company, and her mother is a traditional housewife. They have a son and a daughter. The son, Jiyan's brother, took the college entrance examination this year.
"Hello Uncle Park."
Lin Chengxun rang the doorbell, and the man who opened the door for him was the man of the family. He had a round face typical of the Peninsula, neither fat nor thin, and of medium height. When he saw Lin Chengxun, a smile appeared on his stern face.
"Chengxun, come in and sit down." Zhiyan's mother squeezed in from behind, looking at her son-in-law with a look on her face, and pulled Lin Chengxun into the house.
"Why should I sit down? It's so late. Oppa still wants to give me tutoring when I get back."
Unexpectedly, Zhiyan squeezed out of the gap between her parents and grabbed Lin Chengxun's hand to go downstairs. Rebellious children in adolescence rarely don't get angry with their parents.
"Uncle and aunt, next time I..." Lin Chengxun was pulled back several times by Zhiyan, and he couldn't even finish his words.
"Oppa, you have to be careful about my dad, he wanted to take advantage of your house last time." Zhiyan said as she glanced at the balcony of her own floor with a sly look.
Lin Chengxun smiled and rubbed Zhiyan's head. Lin Chengxun had never thought about this matter. When his father was seriously ill in his previous life, his two aunts had planned to build their own house. Fortunately, his father was able to survive. (
It’s true about my family. I only bought my house a year ago.)
There was silence all the way until Lin Chengxun parked the car in front of Ping An Restaurant. Zhiyan rushed out of the car door and said to Lin Chengxun: There will be a parent-teacher meeting tomorrow.
Lin Chengxun was stunned for a moment, and then locked the car.
Before it was time to go to bed, Lin Chengxun was ready to put new rice paper on the drawing board and continue to "hit the wall" hard.
Going back downstairs from the bedroom, the exclusive folding rattan chair has been occupied by the dove.
"Little girl, get up!" Lin Chengxun grabbed Zhiyan's baby bump. Not to mention, it felt very stress-relieving.
Just as Zhiyan was about to say a few words, her eyes suddenly noticed the drawing board in Lin Chengxun's hand, she looked away and moved away.
The next time he still found nothing, but the "dong dong" sound of Zhiyan going up and downstairs made him a little upset. When he turned around, he found that Zhiyan had found a body-length Erha from the bedroom.
The doll, at this time, was holding one leg of the Erha doll and jumped down the stairs two steps at a time. Erha's head hit the stairs, matching the doll's "funny" eyes, creating a strong comedy effect.
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This body-length Erha doll was a New Year's gift from Lin Chengxun to Zhiyan. Every time Zhiyan stayed overnight at Lin Chengxun's house, she would hug Erha and fall asleep with her.
"Zhiyan, what are you doing with the doll?"
"Learn trigonometric functions and geometry!" After Zhiyan finished speaking, she dragged the Erha doll to sit in front of the small table, pressed Erha's head and rubbed it against her math textbook.
"You can't even do such a simple trigonometric function problem?"
"Hook three strands, four strings and five, remember!"
"..."
Lin Chengxun's face darkened, and Zhiyan seemed to be repeating what he said when he tutored her in math.
"The triangle is the most stable, the triangle is the most stable, remember no!"
"???" Lin Chengxun was suddenly stunned, and all the sounds in his ears suddenly disappeared.
Triangle, the most stable!
The black and white opposition of "The Melting Pot"; the multilateral unstable reincarnation of "The Anchor";
Nowadays, the triangle is the most stable!
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Zhaoxia woke up Lin Chengxun from the open curtains. He sighed heavily and woke up from the stubbornness of the devil.
He knew that something was not right with him. Although the script and story were complete, he was still struggling with camera rituals, machine distribution, and even the personality of each character, plot development, and even the outline of the past.
All of this led Lin Chengxun to write, delete, and change the storyboard until now there is only a pile of crumpled up waste paper.
Fortunately, Lin Chengxun had anticipated this and had reserved more than half a year for himself to "break through the wall."
But all this was broken by Zhiyan's words, "The triangle is the most stable." A mess of wool found its first thread.