Chapter 70： Den talk (1/2)

Jiang Xi found that Xiao Yan's eyes changed.

It's like a Bole seeing Maxima, and it's like a teacher suddenly found a talented student, full of light.

Qin Cheng also noticed this change.

He relaxed his tone and said bluntly, "You can talk about it, but don't make a bad idea."

Xiao Yan rolled his eyes, "I have the heart and courage to engage in unscrupulous things under Brother Qin's eyelids."

Qin Cheng said with a condensed face, "You can say a word."

Xiao Yan flew away as a "neuropathy" criminal.

However, he ran Jiang Xi.

Looking back at Qin Cheng, Jiang Xi knew that he had acquiesced, so he stabilized his heartbeat and slowly stopped Xiao Yan: "Mr. Xiao, the conversation is not in a hurry. I think we can find Place to talk while resting. "

Xiao Yan stooped and gasped for a moment, and said, "That's right."

After that, I walked down to the bench in front of the cafe and sat down.

With Qin Cheng, a boss who changed his face very quickly, Jiang Xi had become accustomed to Xiao Yan's uneasy character. She sat calmly and ordered two cups of freshly ground coffee.

Today is the rare, fine weather in London, where the two sit side by side, and look like Lang Cai women, seeing others, it has become another landscape.

Xiao Yan may have lived in the UK for a long time. He is more frank than the average screenwriter in China. He opened his eyes and said, "Miss Jiang, do you know why I rarely write scripts?"

Jiang Xi looked at him, "Isn't it because of laziness?"

"I know, this is what Brother Qin told you!" When referring to Qin Cheng, Xiao Yan's tone did not change immediately, but continued to say in the tone of the previous sentence: "This is not the case."

Jiang Xi nodded.

Xiao Yan smiled, "I just can't find inspiration."

Jiang Xi's smile was frozen in the corner of his mouth.

"It's weird, isn't it!" Xiao Yan slowly stirred the coffee. "A qualified screenwriter can't write a script because he doesn't have inspiration, because he doesn't need inspiration. As long as it is based on the needs of the film and TV market, he will It can produce large-scale and large-scale scripts with the same story but absolutely strange plots. "

"When I'm fine, I often stay at home and write things. I write a lot of scripts, but none of them are what I want. I like the sudden burst of inspiration. It may be contrary to the taste of society, but it definitely expresses my desire for some Something about people. "

So he's not famous until now.

Jiang Xi suddenly realized that he paused and said, "Well, am I your inspiration?"

"Yes." Xiao Yan did not deny at all. "I recently wrote a new script. The appearance of the heroine has not been determined due to some factors. Your smile just gave me new inspiration. Now, that script can also be written. Go on. "

"Then you hurry to write." Qin Cheng didn't know when he came over and looked at Xiao Yan with a disgusted look. "It's best to finish the script before I return to China."

"How is this?" Xiao Yan's nervous expression was revealed. "Brother Qin, I'm writing a movie script, not a short story less than 50,000 words."

Qin Cheng raised his hand. "I remember who said that he was a cramping hand, and he didn't care about an hour."

Xiao Yan's face was bitter. He was exaggerated, exaggerated, he didn't understand. Don't listen to the wind, it's rain, listen to the snow, and hail.

Qin Cheng looked at him coldly.

Xiao Yan couldn't resist defeat, so he drove home to write the script.

Of course, during the time of writing the script, he had the power to visit Jiang Xi without time, that is, Qin Cheng. He was jealous in scratching his heart and scratching his liver, and could not refuse on the bright side.

How to say, he came to Xiao Yan to write the script, and now things are completely according to his wishes.

Although Xiao Yan was struggling to write herself every morning, every time she started typing, she typed like flying. In just four or five days, she finished half of the content.

Jiang Xi was surprised and could not help but admire and praise.

The time in London is the most comfortable of Jiang Xi's year. She walks on the street without wearing sunglasses and without worrying about being recognized. She eats and sleeps, and is completely in her favor.

But as the days passed, a tinge of light rose in her heart.

She searched domestic news on her computer and saw a lot of Fang Weiwei news. She went to Japan to shoot mv, she prepared new songs, the roles she picked up and so on.

On the seventh day in Britain, Jiang Xi said at dinner, "Let's go back!"

Qin Cheng lowered her knife and fork and looked at her, "When?"

"Tomorrow." Jiang Xi said, "The day after tomorrow is the New Year. I want to spend it in China."

"Okay." Qin Cheng was very crisp and even anxious.

He's almost killed by Xiao Yan these days. When he went out to buy breakfast, Xiao Yan looked for Jiang Xi. When he went to help Qin Xu talk to local companies, Xiao Yan looked for Jiang Xi. When he went out shopping with Jiang Xi Xiao Yan also called to find Jiang Xi, as the name suggests, to chat face to face for inspiration.

I did n’t write the script well, and I hugged Jiang Xi ’s thigh every day. Is his wife coveted by others?

If it weren't for the script, Qin Cheng would have left London with Jiang Xi long ago, and any other place would be better than the one with Xiao Yan who is a regular fan.

Since Qin Cheng agreed, Jiang Xi returned to the room and booked an air ticket the next afternoon.

The next morning, the two went to say goodbye to Xiao Yan.

Xiao Yan lived alone in a villa in the suburbs of London. Their family moved to the United Kingdom five years ago. This villa was bought by Xiao Xiao ’s mother and Xiao ’s mother. They recently traveled to Ireland and only Xiao Yan was in the house.