When Qiu Yuan came back to Lin Wanqiu's house to cook at noon after class the next day, he found that the desktop in her living room was covered with various documents, and at the same time, her mobile phone and landline were being called non-stop.
"Is it Teacher Bao Wenyue? Yes... I told you about the script about the Three Kingdoms period last time. Do you still want to get the quota from the Ministry of National Broadcasting and Broadcasting before you are willing to participate in it? Okay... Okay..."
"Hey...Ji Tan! What did the leader of the National Broadcasting Department say? Sure enough, he still doesn't want to meet because he is too famous? It's okay. I have a solution. Let's wait for the movie God of Medicine to be officially released."
"Teacher Guo Hong'an, it seems that this script has a very high literary value when you praise it like this. What can I say about the adaptation... If all historical TV drama scripts in the world are based on facts, they might as well make documentaries."
Lin Wanqiu is now, as Qiu Yuan's agent, helping Qiu Yuan to get the script of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" to be seen by the leaders of the National Broadcasting Department.
It’s not just a brief glance or two by the leader, but the entire script must be read carefully, and it must be done by more than one leader of the National Broadcasting Department.
If Lin Wanqiu really wants Qiu Yuan's script to compete on the same starting line as Cloud Media, it will take a lot of personal connections and energy.
"I have arranged an interview for you the day after tomorrow. The movie "The God of Medicine" also happens to be released the day after tomorrow. You can build on the popularity of the release of "The God of Medicine" and gain some popularity in the industry."
Lin Wanqiu was currently wearing a pair of pajamas, and her long, highlighted light red hair was tied up casually with a hair tie.
This outfit looks very much like a otaku who sleeps until midnight every day and gets up in the afternoon to either watch dramas or check Weibo. It also means that she has initially lowered her guard in front of Qiu Yuan.
If a girl dares to dress so sloppily in front of a boy, either this boy is her boyfriend, or this boy is a younger brother in her eyes.
Qiu Yuan feels that Lin Wanqiu should be the latter.
"Interview, Sister Wanqiu...is it really useful to interview me?" Qiu Yuan asked
"Increase your reputation in the industry. When the leaders of the National Broadcasting Department heard that you were a new screenwriter, they were not even interested in reading your script."
While Lin Wanqiu was talking to Qiu Yuan, she was still looking at the various documents on hand.
This time she was really cruel and wanted to make Cloud Media lose face.
"But which station's reporters can increase my popularity so much?"
Qiu Yuan also knows that he is a younger brother in the screenwriting circle. He can only be said to be a newbie who has just entered the industry.
It is normal for the leaders of the National Radio and Television Administration not to waste time reading a newcomer's script.
But a reporter's interview can attract the attention of the superiors, which makes Qiu Yuan very confused.
Whose reporter is so virtuous and capable...
"It's from the British Broadcasting Corporation." Lin Wanqiu said, "That broadcasting company happens to be making a documentary about cultural invasion. The protagonist is our country. I contacted a reporter who is collecting materials from my country. You go up and talk to her as the screenwriter of "The God of Medicine"
On the line."
"So that's it..."
Qiu Yuan's almost murmuring response didn't seem to be what Lin Wanqiu wanted to hear.
She suddenly put down the document in her hand and looked at Qiu Yuan, who was wearing an apron and looking like a "househusband".
Maybe it was Lin Wanqiu's misunderstanding. She always felt that Qiu Yuan was a little salty recently.
The deepest impression of Qiu Yuan on Lin Wanqiu was at the school anniversary party. That day, Qiu Yuan sat on the bench at the party all wet. Although he looked very embarrassed, his eyes seemed to be suppressing something.
From that day on, Lin Wanqiu felt that Qiu Yuan was an ambitious person, but now Qiu Yuan seems to be becoming more and more content with the status quo.
If it were the former Qiu Yuan, he would definitely try every means to collude with Lin Wanqiu and make plans to cause trouble for the leaders of the National Broadcasting Department.
Because Qiu Yuan knew that this was the happiest way to get along with Lin Wanqiu, but now Qiu Yuan was more focused on what to cook for lunch today.
"Qiu Yuan, do you feel like you can't find your target after Xiao Wan left?"
Lin Wanqiu was still very powerful, and she could see the most direct reason for Qiu Yuan's decline in enthusiasm at a glance.
"A little bit... When I was doing something before, I always had a reason to support it, 'This is to be on an equal footing with Cloud Media.' But now it seems there is no need." Qiu Yuan said.
Lin Wanqiu understood the meaning behind this ideal of "being on an equal footing with Cloud Media", which was to marry Lin Wanxiang openly and without looking at anyone's face.
"Sister Wanqiu, do you want to help me find a new target?" Qiu Yuan asked again.
"I can't find it. You can only think about it yourself, and even if you have no goals, I won't let you go." Lin Wanqiu continued to look at the documents in her hand and said, "Since I agreed to set up a studio with you, you will
Don’t think about resigning.”
You are really a vicious capitalist.
But Lin Wanqiu was telling the truth. Qiu Yuan now felt a little resigned, rather than taking the initiative to do anything. Lin Wanqiu was pushing him the whole time.
But it would be nice if this life continued forever.
…………
Qiu Yuan returned to his dormitory at night.
When he returned to the dormitory and prepared to sleep, Qiu Yuan felt a sense of long-lost anticipation in his heart.
The reason for looking forward to this is if this recall is in chronological order.
So what Qiu Yuan should be dreaming about today is playing with Wan Xiang in the library.
Lin Wanxiang recalled that time very happily.
If that doesn't work, you should skip to watching a movie with Lin Wanxiang, right?
Qiu Yuan felt that the part about watching the movie must be included, because that was the time when Qiu Yuan met Bai Xiaoyu for the first time. It would not be right if it were not included in the recall part.
In short, whether it's playing with Lin Wanxiang in the library or going to the movies with her, it's always a sweet dream for Qiu Yuan.
Under the superposition of these expectant emotions, Qiu Yuan lay on the bed and closed his eyes, and sleepiness swept over Qiu Yuan again...
Soon Qiu Yuan could vaguely hear the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.
The sound of raindrops won't directly fast forward to the part where you finish watching the movie, right? That would be too uncomfortable.
However, when Qiu Yuan opened his eyes, he found that the place he was standing was not in the square outside the cinema, but in the school's second cafeteria.
It was raining heavily outside the school cafeteria. Qiu Yuan was standing at the door of the cafeteria, staring blankly at the pouring rain from the sky. At the same time, Qiu Yuan was holding a cup of still warm red bean porridge in his hand.
The time Qiu Yuan is currently at is the day of the school anniversary party.
"Is it really okay to go straight into such a sadistic part right from the beginning?"
Qiu Yuan couldn't figure out how to determine this recall function. He and Lin Wanxiang were playing with flying flowers in the library, which could be regarded as a daily routine and was omitted.
But the day Qiu Yuan and Lin Wanxiang went to the movies was the first time they met Bai Xiaoyu!
But Sister Wei's first meeting was directly recorded in the memory. Is Bai Xiaoyu so hopeless? It skipped directly to the day of farewell to Sister Wanxiang?
Now Qiuyuan seems to have braved the heavy rain to deliver the red bean porridge that Wanxiang girl likes to drink, just like before... nothing has changed.
