Lu Chuan had a very sweet sleep.
The soft cotton bedding seemed to have been washed many times and now seemed to wrap him in a cocoon. The house is quiet, there is no sound of cars walking, no neighbors arguing or crying babies...
There is only the sound of rain outside the window, mixed with the sound of wind, falling into the dead leaves.
He had a rare and sweet sleep.
The room was dark, and Lu Chuan vaguely remembered that Song Tan helped to close the curtains when he lay down. At this moment, he turned on the desk lamp and took out his mobile phone, and then he discovered—
It is already nine o'clock in the evening.
After thinking about it, he sent a message to Song Tan—
【woke up. 】
After a moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, and then the door handle was turned. Song Tan's happy eyebrows showed: "Have you slept well?"
Lu Chuan rubbed his temples and sat up with his hands on the bed. His disheveled hair and handsome eyebrows showed another kind of well-being: "It's a little too good and I probably won't be able to sleep tonight."
However, it’s just time to sort out my ideas for the new book. If I take a light nap in the early morning and don’t sleep too long during the day, I can adjust my schedule tomorrow night.
But during the period of adjusting your schedule, exercise must be suspended...
As soon as this thought turned around, Song Tan had already sat on the edge of the bed, then put her arms around her neck and kissed her cheek:
“You are so cute when you just woke up!”
Lu Chuan:…
Caught off guard, he was not even mentally prepared. His cheeks, ears and neck "jumped", and the rosy pink color suddenly appeared again.
The next moment, he closed his eyes and tilted his head slightly: "I haven't rinsed my mouth yet, I can only kiss my face."
The scar on the temple extended, and then Song Tan held his head and kissed it gently: "I know!"
…
When Lu Chuan finished washing and came out of the bathroom, he saw Song Tan pointing to the milk and scallion pancakes on the table:
"My seventh cousin left this for you. He said he was afraid that you would be hungry when you woke up in the middle of the night, so he could eat something to fill his stomach, and then eat more seriously at breakfast."
"However, a little bit of broken tea leaves were added to the milk. It was cooked by Qiao Qiao. The milk was brought over by Chen Chi. The two of them painted a very satisfactory picture. Thank you very much."
Lu Chuan was stunned for a moment, and then he became happy: "As long as they like it."
"I like it..." Song Tan held her chin and looked at him as he sipped milk tea: "A set of oil pastels cost more than 100 yuan, and I paired it with a large bottle of cleansing oil that cost me 500 yuan. Then I washed all the paint on my hands. Lose…"
Lu Chuan laughed: "Since I've known you, you've never put makeup on your face - is that makeup remover still within its expiration date?"
That is certainly not the case.
At first, I bought a large bottle of 800ml at a special price when I was working. I thought there would be no problem in using it.
But in fact, it expired in July last year, and now I am using it for my two children to draw pictures, so I don’t feel bad at all.
Lu Chuan saw that she was silent, so he took out his mobile phone and handed it over: "Then you can choose another set. Although you don't use cosmetics, what if you want to try them one day? It's always good to have them ready. "
This sentence makes sense!
Song Tan perked up and quickly took the phone: "Then I'll buy some more. Dr. Xiao Guo said that we can have more hand creams, hydrosols and the like this year. I just happened to buy some more different ones for her to learn from. Let's take a look. Do you need to adjust the formula?”
She didn’t do much research on these things. When she bought them, she searched for other people’s promotions, then looked at the sales, and finally placed several orders.
“Isn’t there a lot of emotional scenes in the book you adapted? When the director came to the house before, why was it that he was the second male lead and he was so infatuated that he couldn’t vomit blood?”
“Could it be that inspiring people to cultivate immortality has turned into a **** love triangle that’s thousands of years old?” Lu Chuan almost didn’t swallow his milk tea.
But he soon adjusted and explained:
“The plot of a simple inspirational male protagonist has too narrow a target audience. They asked me to refer to it before, just to refer to the plot line.”
“The main plot remains the same, and the branch plot draws out the emotional lines that are obscured in the books. The main plot is about love and separation. I can’t help it.”
He thought about the plot: "Because the male protagonist's emotional drama is always lost, the other part of the emotional drama will focus on the male and female partners - in the words of their circles: the male protagonist belongs to the female protagonist, but the male protagonist belongs to the female protagonist. It belongs to everyone.”
“I read the script and participated in the investment. The overall plot is very smooth so far.”
Song Tan felt relieved now. Otherwise, if her river beach was mixed with a love triangle, she would be heartbroken when she looked back.
but-
“You? Invest? Are you not afraid of losing all your money?”
For outsiders to invest in the film and television industry, there are 10,000 tricks that will be disastrous. Although Song Tan had never been in contact with it, she had heard of it.
Lu Chuan, however, seemed very calm: "The investment amount is not large, and I can afford it if it fails - my cash flow has been considerable over the years."
“Also, I have cooperation with a novel website and my investment is related to them, so it should be pretty safe.”
Song Tan silently pondered these words and found that he was sure of the worst and best outcomes, so he couldn't help but laugh again:
“I thought you were an innocent older man, but I was wrong!”
Lu Chuan:…
He put down the spoon and said seriously: "I have never been in love or had a crush on anyone. Isn't this pure enough?"
“Money is all external possessions.”
Song Tan’s eyebrows were crooked and he said reluctantly: “Then consider you pure enough…”
The two looked at each other, and suddenly they both laughed again.
Then he asked curiously: "Did the director come to shoot the scene so early?"
Song Tan shook his head: "He saw the flowers and trees on the mountain during Qiao Qiao's live broadcast, and came over with a big storybook. The wind blows the peach blossoms, the fallen flowers are colorful, the white clothes are stained with blood, and parting brings hatred..."
“Wow! If we really want to keep shooting like that, with only one piece of equipment and too many people, I won’t have a few petals left on the flower trees all over the mountain.”
Having said that, looking at her relaxed look now, Lu Chuan knew that the director must have failed, so he smiled and shook his head:
“It’s good not to agree, because there are many film and television shooting spots like Huashu in other places.”
Although it is certainly not as beautiful as the ones on Songtan Mountain, it is better than being cheap.
“The aesthetics of this director’s shots are quite outstanding, and the emotional nuances are very moving. He also has three assistant directors, who are very good at shooting fighting scenes and grand narratives... They are also a well-known team in the film and television company.”
“When the crew comes to film, if we need help, the villagers may be able to earn extra money.”
Had this book not been rated S, I probably wouldn’t have been able to hire such a team.
Thinking of this, Lu Chuan felt lucky again - fortunately with such a team, the finished product in the future will not be bad.
Otherwise, if it were a **** movie, he... I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to hold his head high here.
(End of this chapter)