"No need."
"Yes, you do!"
"I said, no need!"
"You must!"
"I’m the director!"
"I’m the screenwriter!"
"You just said whatever I say goes!"
"I have my own persistence when it cos to the script! For other things, whatever you say goes!"
The director rolled his eyes at her: "You’re dreaming!"
Screenwriter: "..."
She thought this director was a bit crazy.
Director: "If we add this character setting, I have to find a new child actor again! Boys are generally slower to mature than girls, and it’s really hard to find a boy at this age who has good acting skills! You’re only considering the storyline of your script, but not the actual cost issue and the actor search problem! You’re too free-spirited, you’re simply not suited to be a screenwriter, you should be a novelist!"
"I wish, but writing novels doesn’t provide a steady salary, and my mortgage and car loan are due every month like clockwork." The screenwriter mused, "Once I pay off my debts, I think I’ll resign, curl up in my small apartnt, and spend my days writing, and during my free ti, I’ll read novels and snack."
Seeing the director’s expression wasn’t friendly, the screenwriter changed her tone: "I’ll also watch your works, don’t worry, even though we won’t be colleagues anymore, I’m still sentintal, I will definitely support you."
"Should I say thank you then?"
"That’s not necessary, no need to be so polite."
The director was utterly speechless.
They graduated from the sa school, just from two different departnts.
At that ti, he needed to shoot a graduation project and continue a good script. After hearing from a classmate that there was a senior sister whose script had won an award, he found her, wanting to collaborate with her, not knowing that this cooperation would last so many years.
It can be said that his fa is inseparable from the screenwriter’s works, and the screenwriter is a person with very low emotional intelligence. If he hadn’t completed many of her tasks, patiently proposed revision suggestions, and so on, neither of them would have reached their current achievents.
"Then I’ll wish you to pay off your loans soon."
"Alright, I’ll do my best to earn money and repay it, to escape this bitter sea as soon as possible."
"Ha-ha, so this place has beco the bitter sea? I want to see how happy you will be in the future!"
The screenwriter shook her head, stretching her neck: "After escaping your clutches, I will take care of my health, these cervical vertebrae issues need proper treatnt, and I need to break my habit of staying up late, in the future, I want to be a health enthusiast."
The director glanced at her, mocking ruthlessly: "Even if you weren’t working, you’d be staying up all night reading novels and watching dramas, you won’t beco a health enthusiast, but you might achieve a sudden death case!"
"You’re actually cursing , I’m going back to sleep, goodbye!"
"Don’t leave, the script isn’t finished yet!"
"I’m not changing it, this role must have!"
The director chased after her, but the screenwriter ran incredibly fast, her legs almost leaving afterimages, terrified of being caught.
She stayed up all night last night and spent all morning revising the script, if she didn’t go back to sleep, she was really afraid of becoming a case.
The director grabbed nothing, and in annoyance, he cursed: "Mud Loach!"
The screenwriter returned ho, just about to wash up and sleep, but she received a notification.
This was a notification from Penguin Space.
Her Penguin Space was closed except for that person.
Did that person enter the space?
She took a deep breath, her sleepiness vanished, and clicked into the Penguin Space she hadn’t entered for a long ti.
There was a ssage.
This space recorded the bits and pieces of their past relationship, served as a place to record love diary entries.
His ssage was: I’m getting married, stop waiting.
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