Chapter 8 Unspoken rules of the script

Going on will only increase the pressure on my heart. Although I have taken reassurance, but now that counterfeit and shoddy products abound, I decided to just keep out of sight and out of mind. He loves to follow, loves to laugh and laugh, and I just ignore it. Just treat him like a car exhaust. I continued to walk forward with my stomach straight, the sun was shining at night along the way, the pedestrians hurried and the breeze was gentle, and the neon lights on the street gradually lit up.The qi in my heart gradually dissipated, and it was more of a desolate feeling of breaking up in the dusk.Although he didn't look back, he knew that Song Ziyan was following behind, not far or near, just three meters away.I stop and he stops, I go and he goes, I go fast and he goes fast, I go slow and he goes slow.

Although he didn't speak, but he followed him so unhurriedly and unrelentingly all the time. On this vast and hurried street, thinking about it, a strange feeling suddenly came to his mind. Suddenly I feel like a dog being walked by him... After looking around, I went to the flower bed next to the square and sat down with difficulty. It was indeed difficult. I felt that the whole body shrank, and the food burst into my mouth. I stretched my legs and leaned back, almost half lying down. with.Looking around, Song Ziyan didn't follow this time.Regardless of luck, I quickly took out my wallet and counted the tickets.There are no buses now, so I have to take taxis ruthlessly. The school is far away from the urban area. When I pay the taxi driver, I guess I can only eat steamed buns and boiled water in the future.

A gust of wind happened to blow by, and two fallen leaves fell in front of my eyes coldly, making me feel desolate. I was in desolation, my head hurt, something hit me!Rolling on the ground is a medicine bottle with three large characters on it: Xiaoshi Tablets! As soon as I looked up, I saw Song Ziyan who was haunted again. When I was in junior high school, I was very fond of Huan Zhu Ge Ge, but there is one thing I really don't understand.It was after Zhanghuang Ama beat up Little Swallow, but gave her some medicine that was said to be precious for sores, and said a few words that were not very nice, and Little Swallow burst into tears.I have always felt that this was a big failure. It would be better if you came to comfort me now and didn't beat you before. Why don't you remember the fear when you were beaten just now when you are moved.For this question, I once had a verbal battle in the dormitory night talk, and finally won the honor.

The strategy of giving you a stick and giving you a candy doesn't work for me, and it's not even a candy! The most important thing is that this person in front of me is the culprit who made me bankrupt! Anyone who knows me well knows that as long as I have anything to do with money, I must be a female hedgehog. So I broke Song Ziyan's obscenity in my impression, looked at the medicine on the ground with my nostrils up, and turned my head away with a snort. Song Ziyan didn't seem to see my disdainful expression, he sat down beside me slowly, and muttered to himself, "I'm very busy tonight."

Cut, you are too busy to care about me... "There's a lot to do." Tired to death you bastard... "You used to be my student, but now you are my subordinate." Then you still hurt me so much? ! "It's getting dark again." Thanks to you! "Originally, I wanted to find time to send you back to school, but since you are so ungrateful..." He shook his head regretfully, stood up and walked away. Leading your love will surely lead to a miserable death in the future! Eh?Wait, wait, send me back? !I turned around like a carp and stood up, darting to catch up, smiling like a bee meeting honey and a fly meeting SHI: "General manager, general manager!"

He turned around and looked at me suspiciously: "What's wrong?" I immediately ran over to pick up the medicine bottle that was still twirling in place, wiped the floating dirt on my clothes with great care, and held it in my hands with tears in my eyes: "I just care so much about the general manager's daily management and the health of the employees." , I was so moved that I couldn't add anything more!" He frowned slightly: "But some people didn't think so just now." "There will be such a person?!" I shamelessly raised my eyebrows and said angrily: "There will be such a heartless person in the world?!"

"I don't know what is good or bad, heartless?" He repeated these two sentences playfully, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well said." I nodded vigorously: "I still have this awareness, but it's obviously not enough. Why don't the general manager educate me in the car later?" He looked at me for a while, until the corners of my mouth were numb from laughter, and then slowly turned and walked back.I stood there anxiously, will this send me off?Should I go after it? Just after thinking twice, his voice came from the front: "Do you still want me to drive to pick you up?"

I immediately ordered to run towards Song Ziyan... It was already late when I returned to the dormitory, and I called the aunt downstairs to open the door before I went in.I kicked open the door of the dormitory. I didn't even have the energy to brush my teeth and wash my face. The few of them haven't slept yet, and they are all fighting against the computer. Xiao Xue said casually: "Qin Qing, I'm going to prepare the script next week." I didn't even open my eyes: "What script?" "For the May Day special program, each class will produce a program. Our class arranges dramas, and our dormitory is responsible for the scripts."

"Then why should I write the script?" She replied without blushing and panting: "This is the result of everyone's unanimous discussion." I opened my eyes and looked at those women with innocent faces. The result of everyone's discussion was nothing more than everyone shirked it together, and then pushed it to me who was not there at the time and had no reason to push it.I gritted my teeth: "Don't write! Didn't you see that I am exhausted like a dead dog?! Do you still have any conscience? Have you let the dog eat your conscience?!" Xiao Xueyan calmed down: "You have eaten up your conscience, and your conscience is too big to serve the people!"

I am the first one to lift a rock and shoot myself in the foot. The next day, after taking Qiangxiao Jiuxin Pill, I entered the company calmly.As soon as I sat down, the sanitary napkin sister on the opposite side handed over a white panty liner. Even though I was fully prepared, my voice was still a little trembling: "This... what is this?" She said: "This is the mobile phone number that the development manager of the technology development department left for you." I took the pad and took a look, hey, there is really a string of numbers written with a pen on it.Dare to feel that this panty liner acts as a note here, one thing is multi-purpose, sister sanitary napkin, you are really thorough!But who is this exhibition manager?Why did you leave me your phone number?Could it be... Could it be...

Although I know that I am better, I still didn't expect the peach blossoms to come so quickly. Immediately, his face turned slightly red. I am still looking forward to the office romance, especially the shiny golden manager behind the exhibition, which makes me feel a thumping feeling when I hear it.I have been dreaming all morning, and when I eat at noon, I don't even feel crowded out by others, and the whole person is light and light while holding the plate. As soon as I sat down, the yellow hair came again the day before yesterday. I said, "Hey, it just so happens that I'm looking for you." Little bubbles of joy appeared in his eyes: "Looking for me? Are you going home with me tonight?" Yellow-haired brother!Why is your life so boring that you have such a big obsession with pulling people home to watch horror movies? However, if I have something to ask someone, I still behave very friendly: "About this question...we will talk about it later, I will ask someone first now." "Who?" "Exhibition Manager of the Technology Development Department." He looked at me a little strangely: "What are you asking him for?" The Buddha said: You can't say it. I leaned forward and lowered my voice: "Why does he look like this?" He thought for a while and said, "It's about the same as me." "How tall is he?" "About me." "What about age?" "about the same as me" "Crack!" I knocked on his forehead with my chopsticks: "It's almost the same, so let's just say you are his." He continued to look at me strangely, and said slowly: "I am from the Technology Development Department, and there is only one person named Zhan in that department." Such a jumping thinking, what is the relationship between the two?Besides, I don't know what his last name is? ! He tilted his head and watched the show and stared at me, as if I should react, I looked at him suspiciously.His face gradually became gloomy, and he finally left with a flick of his chopsticks. What a wayward brat! But the matter of good luck can be discussed later, the most important thing now is the damn script.In the afternoon, I was relatively free. I was conceiving the outline while making the report. By the time I got off work, I had already constructed the skeleton, and I just had to fill it with water and meat.After stretching, he saw that the colleagues around him had almost left, took the elevator downstairs, and just after leaving the company gate, he saw Song Ziyan leaning in front of the car and puffing. The alarm bell rang, and I quickly moved out against the base of the wall. "Qin Qing." The devil called, and I quickly forced a smile: "Oh, what a coincidence, the general manager." He looked at the company's signboard at the door and remained silent. After a while, he patted the car: "Get in the car." My appetite was sour and my tongue was trembling: "General manager, why don't you go on a blind date again?" "no." "Then do you have anything else to do?" Knowing myself and the enemy, I will win every battle without danger. Knowing this dare-to-death mission, I can also buy the right medicine on the way. He frowned: "I can't find you if I have nothing to do?" "Yes! Of course I can!" I'm afraid that nothing good will happen if you look for me. "Get in the car." He said it again, and I got into the car tremblingly. When I put on my seat belt, I saw Huang Mao standing at the door of the company from the rearview mirror, looking at me coldly. Now anyone in the company gives me bad looks, even a kid is no exception, I feel sad. The car drove smoothly on the way back to school, I could hardly believe it was so smooth.I looked at Song Ziyan suspiciously, did he come here to see me off?As soon as this idea came out, I killed it in my brain cells. I must never forget the pain after the scar has healed.But he was really abnormal and normal today, and I gradually relaxed my vigilance, and started thinking about the twigs and vines in the script again. "What are you thinking?" he asked. I told the truth: "Think of a script." "Oh? Script?" I nodded, thinking of those heartless women, I couldn't help gnashing my teeth again: "I want to write a script that is tortured to death." "Abusive?" He frowned slightly, obviously not understanding. I tirelessly explained: "Masochism means abuse." "corporal punishment?" "It's one of them, but I'm more inclined to the stepmother's kind of abuse, that is, the kind where two people love each other to death, but they can't be together." My expression was a little ferocious. He glanced at me in the mirror: "I'm sick." I have no shame: "I am sick, but I am happy." After a while, he said, "Tell me about your script." I cleared my throat: "My script is about the love story between Huang Shiren and the white-haired girl." He frowned even tighter: "...the love between Huang Shiren and the white-haired girl?" I nodded: "The most standard of creation is innovation. Besides, I also adapted it based on facts. First of all, what is Huang Shiren, is the ruling class at that time, and what is the white-haired girl, a lonely girl, this is what I have. The basic structure of a Cinderella. Think of a Huang Shiren from a prominent family who occasionally catches a glimpse of a beautiful and calm white-haired girl. From this moment on, he will always remember it, but he doesn’t understand that this is love, and he can only rely on his own power to be tough. He kept her by his side. It even caused the separation of the white-haired girl's father and daughter, but this also shows Huang Shiren's strong possessiveness towards the white-haired girl. He is the only man in her life. , even her father is not allowed to share her thoughts." "Beasts." Song Ziyan concluded. I ignored him and continued to talk: "And when the white-haired girl came into their house, the sexual abuse began. Huang Shiren, as a high-ranking man who has countless court ladies but has never been tempted, refused to give in to the white-haired girl's stubbornness." Hate and love, together with several other women in his family, saw his special feelings for the white-haired girl, and they all came together to persecute the poor orphan girl. Under their instigation and Huang Shiren's own personality, he began to treat the white-haired girl. Women abuse their bodies, gouging their eyes and beating them with a board. But every time he abuses a white-haired girl, he feels more uncomfortable than anyone else in his heart." "Pervert." Song Ziyan made another conclusion. "Dangdangdang~ □ here, the white-haired girl is pregnant with Huang Shiren's child, but Huang Shiren didn't know it, but at this time, she was provoked by other women or angry with the white-haired girl, and she moved her hand during a quarrel, and the white-haired girl The girl turned into a puddle of blood. The white-haired girl lost all hope, her beauty turned white, and Huang Shiren went crazy at this moment. She smashed everything in the house and scared the people around her He didn't dare to come out. But no matter what he did, he couldn't win back the white-haired girl's heart. At this time, the long-time worker who had been secretly in love with Xiao Baiyang appeared. With his help, the white-haired girl escaped from the girl who made her sad. The sad place is the man she loves and hates. And Huang Shiren, who has no regrets, spends his days drinking to relieve his depression, and he is either going crazy every day—looking for his lover like this, or thinking of his lover's name when he falls asleep. " Song Ziyan stopped drawing conclusions, but looked at me with the kind of eyes that look at aliens. I taught him: "Don't look at me like that. Girls nowadays are like this. They are called sadomasochism. The more they abuse, the more they love. The more men treat them badly, the more moody, inexplicable and cold, the more inseparable they are." Open." If this script is to be a sensation, it must be abused, from the beginning to the end, from the outside to the inside, from the body to the brain cortex, without abuse, there is no writing, and without rape, you cannot live! He looked at me for a while, then murmured, "So you think so." Ask me again: "Why do I usually treat you like this?" I hurriedly said, "The general manager treats me very well, it's so nice! I rely on my parents at home, and you, the general manager, when I'm outside." Hearing this, he was thoughtful: "It seems that I used the wrong direction." Before I could react, he stopped the car on the side of the road and said, "Get out of the car." Eh?How can I offend him?I froze there. He repeated coldly: "Get out of the car." Forced by the coercion, I could only tremble down. Then, Song Ziyan turned the car around and drove away... Damn, did I provoke someone again? This is me? !