Chapter 55 Script "That Man Is From Earth" (For the Helmsman "Cengyuntian")

April 8, Saturday, sunny.

Pu Jie got up early in the morning and was about to check the writer's assistant on his phone.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Dachun's face floating in front of him.

"Giao!"

Pu Jie woke up and pushed Dachun.

"What are you doing, Dachun? You scared me."

Dachun smiled and said, "I was just about to wake you up, but you woke up by yourself."

"It's the weekend, why are you calling me? It would be great if I could sleep more. I like to stay in bed on weekends."

"I just bought breakfast, pancakes, and soy milk."

Dachun blinked an eye.

Pu Jie had already dressed at the speed of light and sat at the table.

"Let's eat!"

Dachun: "."

Zhang Yang also jumped down from the upper bunk, picked up the pancake and started eating.

"Baji Baji~ Dachun is still diligent, getting up so early on weekends."

Yuan Hua wiped his head, posed a handsome pose, and got up.

The four brothers in the dormitory sat around the small table.

He chewed four sets of pancakes with a smacking sound.

Yuan Hua said, "How is your script going? It will be collected the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Yang: "Oh, it's just like that. I can't do it. I've been playing with the little girl from the acting department this month. I don't have time to write. I'll just deal with it."

Yuan Hua shook his head casually: "Men should not be trapped by beauty. Writing a good script is what our generation should pursue. My script will definitely shine this time!"

"Yoho~ Brother Hua is so confident this time. Don't move. This style is amazing. With this posture, can we improvise a poem?"

Yuan Hua kept shaking his head, stretched out his index and middle fingers together, and shook them gently.

"The sea ends and the sky becomes the shore. I am the peak when I reach the top of the mountain!"

"Good! The writing is so brilliant! The talent is so outstanding!"

Pu Jie took the lead in applauding. These two moves are like Cao Zhi.

"Exposure, exposure"

"Yuan Hua, what's the name of the script you wrote?"

"A Day in the Life of Uncle District Chief"

Pu Jie: (*゜ー゜*)

"It sounds like an award-winning work"

Da Chun smirked: "I don't think it's as impressive as the last time, "My Principal Father."

"Hey~ I can't be limited by the subject matter, otherwise people will think I won the award because of my father."

Pu Jie: "???"

Your uncle doesn't count?

This damn rich second generation!

"Da Chun, what did you write?"

Da Chun's face suddenly became serious: "A very brain-burning suspense reversal script, reversal and reversal again! The name is "You Can't Guess."

Pu Jie: ".Da Chun, didn't I say I won't let you touch brain-burning works? Why are you here again?"

To be honest, in the script written by Da Chun last time, as soon as the characters appeared, Pu Jie knew who was the murderer.

"When you've been away for three days, you should look at each other with new eyes! Brother Jie, I can do it this time."

Pu Jie shook his head helplessly.

This time, the four brothers in the dormitory seem to be wiped out again.

Oh no, Yuan Hua should at least be praised for the sake of the district chief uncle.

Zhang Yang sipped soy milk while asking vaguely: "Brother Jie, I haven't seen you write these days. Are you secretly holding back a big move?"

Pu Jie put on a confident smile.

"That's right!"

Da Chun slapped the table: "Okay! You are really holding back a big move behind our backs, right!"

Pu Jie shook his head: "I said that what he said in the first half of the sentence is correct, he didn't write it."

"Tsk!"

"That's it!"

"I haven't heard of it!"

"Go to hell!"

But the three were not surprised. Pu Jie had to write so many words of novels every day, and he didn't have much time. It would be a miracle if he had time to write a script.

Dachun asked worriedly, "What are you going to do? The director asked us to hand it in on Monday. We can't just use the novel to get by this time. We have to hand in the script."

"Brother Jie, why don't you sprint and do a good job like me and write a good script."

Yuan Hua kept shaking his head, "It's hard, it's hard. Original scripts can't be written casually. It's hard to sprint for two days. It needs to be brewed."

Zhang Yang thought about it and it was true. His own good work took a week.

"Brother Jie, you're done."

Dachun made up his mind, "Brother Jie, why don't I give you one of my ideas, and you can work on my ideas directly."

Pu Jie thought of Dachun's neurotic suspense and decisively refused.

"That's not necessary!"

"Isn't it just a script? It's not much different from a novel. Two days is enough!"

Pu Jie has accumulated a lot of manuscripts this month, and he can set them to be automatically sent in the next two days.

And judging from the data from all aspects, the situation of "The Countryside Rogue Doctor" is very stable and basically there will be no mistakes.

This weekend, concentrate on writing the script.

The three musketeers in the dormitory gave him a look that said "May the best come to you", then went to bed and started revising their own scripts.

Pu Jie had already got his 6,000 yuan notebook, equipped with a capacitive keyboard, and now his typing speed has increased by a level.

It only takes 5 hours to finish writing 12,000 words.

At this time, the girl with glasses, the study committee member, called: "Pu Jie, the script is due on Monday, have you finished it?"

"Almost done, almost done."

Create a new word document.

"Really?"

"Finishing it."

Rename the document.

"Oh, then tell the three people in your dormitory to hand it in on time on Monday morning."

"Don't worry, it's done!"

Open a blank word.

After hanging up the phone, Pu Jie began to think about what kind of script he wanted to write.

After a semester of study, his screenwriting skills have improved a little bit, at least he knows how to write a standard script format.

But Pu Jie is not a genius after all. His biggest shortcoming is that his writing lacks a sense of picture, and the picture sense expressed by the text is relatively poor.

However, he is also good at something, that is, water writing, no! It is to write character dialogues and pull emotions.

He feels that the dialogues he wrote are quite interesting.

Although the plot of Long Aotian and Liu Ergou is very awkward and the story is very poisonous, the dialogue is still acceptable.

"Since I'm not good at writing scenes, I'll just make a simple scene, preferably one scene to the end, like a closed room murder case."

"Dialogues are the easiest to add words to, so add more dialogues to stir up the audience's emotions, such as quarreling?"

"The relationship between characters should not be too complicated. It's best if the protagonist is pretending to be cool, and the others refute at the right time, and then get slapped in the face, and then some spectators come to express their amazement at the protagonist's behavior, just like the audience in the live broadcast room."

"So, a closed room live broadcast with many people quarreling?"

Pu Jie was stunned for three seconds.

Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

"What the hell!"

After reading what he had deduced, he almost vomited.

"Is it because I've written too many brainless novels recently that my brain is not working well?"

He stared at the words written in his word document, and always felt that something was familiar.

Suddenly!

A movie suddenly flashed in Pu Jie's mind!

"Fuck! "The Man from Earth", the story starts with one person, and the plot is all about talking!"

The original film is a low-budget soft science fiction film, telling the story of a man who has to move after working for 10 years. His old friends come to say goodbye, including historians, religious scholars, biologists, psychologists and other knowledgeable people, but they find that the man is a person who has lived for 14,000 years. Everyone doesn't believe it, and the man slaps his old friends in the face with words.

The scene is the house and the yard, no need to change, and there is no need to design body movements. It all depends on the protagonist to talk. The characters are all tools, just to seduce the protagonist to show off.

Awesome!

Perfectly agree with his request!

However, Pu Jie frowned again after thinking about it.

"I don't remember the lines in it, and it's a Western story. It's definitely not suitable for us. It also discusses religion"

"Oh! What a big deal, I will write another Chinese version of "The Man from Earth" myself!"

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