Superstars start from variety shows

Chapter 171 Semi-Original Script Part One
In the office, in order to read the script better, Gu Ruobai came to the French window, sat on the sofa, and opened the script in an extremely comfortable posture.

As usual, start with the name.

But unexpectedly, there is no name, or rather, there is a name that cannot be called a name: Untitled.

Gu Ruobai shook his head and smiled, and turned the page to read.

prelude--

"I always feel that someone is watching me from behind."

In the dilapidated tavern, Old Joe struggled to grab a peanut on the table with the five fingers of his right hand, then took a sip of wine, and talked to the middle-aged reporter sitting opposite him.

"Is it what you think? No one will be watching you. It hasn't happened before, and it won't happen in the future." The middle-aged reporter seemed a little impatient. The smell of the whole tavern made him feel impatient. The most impatient thing was The old Joe in front of him is like an old tree root that is about to decay.

Old Qiao grinned, not knowing whether he was laughing or crying. A drop of wine dripped from the corner of his mouth, and he caught it with the back of his hand like dead tree bark, and sent it to his mouth.

"So you don't want to believe that an old man is talking nonsense after drinking?" There was no light in Old Qiao's cloudy eyes.

It seems that those eyes have been eroded to the extreme by the years.

"You should know that I came here with a mission." The middle-aged reporter looked at his watch, almost two hours had passed.

But the wine glass in front of Old Qiao seemed like a bottomless pit, with half a glass of wine left.

"I know." Old Joe grinned, a little self-deprecating, and said, "I knew it from the moment you came in and sat down."

The reporter had no expression on his face, saying he didn't believe it or didn't believe it.

"During these two hours, you checked the time a total of eight times, and you checked your watch every quarter of an hour on average. This shows that you don't want to sit here. But you can't go, which means you have to go The reason." As Old Qiao spoke, his cloudy eyes showed a rare shrewdness.

"It's not difficult to guess." The reporter was about to wear down all his patience.

"Well, since you can sit for two hours, I'll tell you the story. But where do you want to start? Or, where should I start?" Old Joe Fingers reached into the plate, grasping the peanuts with trembling hands.

Finally, some expressions appeared on the expressionless face of the reporter. He looked left and right at the tavern full of customers, and asked, "Are you talking here?"

"It's just you and me here, are you afraid that the third person will hear it?" Old Qiao suddenly smiled strangely.

The reporter's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Old Qiao in disbelief.

"Don't be so surprised."

With trembling hands still, Old Qiao grabbed the peanut that fell on the table with five fingers. It seemed that it was the same shape and size as the previous one, and then put it in his mouth. Just took a sip of wine, grinned and said, "Where do we start? Oh, let's start with that year."

……

Seeing this, Gu Ruobai suddenly felt a little cold.

He looked up at the gloomy sun hiding in the dark clouds in the sky, then lowered his head and continued to read the script.

Act One—

In the early 21st century, a sunny day.

The young old Qiao woke up from the bed with two dark circles under his eyes, squinted his eyes to see the sun shining on the pillow at the most suitable angle, grinned, and murmured: "It's another day full of sunshine."

The desktop is on the side of the table, buzzing, and bubbles are popping up on the screen, and the bubbles are bumping into the screen, but they can't get out.

Fortunately, it was not broken.

The young old Qiao put on loose robe-like clothes, came to sit down in front of the computer, shook the mouse, and the computer desktop jumped out.

It is the familiar blue sky, white clouds and grassland.

Boom boom boom!
The door rang.

"The door is unlocked, come in by yourself." The young old Qiao didn't turn his head, his voice was dry like two volcanic rocks rubbing against each other.

The door opened, and a woman in her 20s came in. She was wearing a light gray business suit. Under her long legs, a pair of medium-high-heeled shoes made a sound when she stepped on the ground.

"How was your rest yesterday?" the woman asked mechanically.

The young old Qiao finally turned his head and looked up at the woman. After a full three to five seconds, he pointed to his dark circles with an inexplicable smile and said, "Can't you see it yourself? I haven't had a good rest. I worked all night. dream, but the strange thing is that when I open my eyes, I can’t remember anything.”

The woman nodded, expressionless: "You are a normal post-traumatic disorder."

"is it?"

"Yes."

"Okay then." The young old Qiao didn't seem to want to entangle this matter with the woman any more. He got up and walked in front of her, looked down at her and asked, "Why are you here today? Where's Dr. Wang? Didn't he all come here before?" ?"

"Doctor Wang has something to do at home today." The woman took half a step back calmly.

"Oh. If Dr. Wang didn't come, I thought other doctors would come. So, what do you want to know when you come today?" The young old Qiao didn't take it seriously, as if he just mentioned it casually.

"Follow me." The woman nodded, then turned around and opened the door to go out.

The young old Qiao looked back at the computer, smiled, and followed the woman out.

……

Another scene is over, it seems that it is a bit short, but it is a bit burying some clues.

Moreover, Gu Ruobai still hasn't understood the relationship between the characters in it, and what kind of story he wants to tell.

But the inexplicable atmosphere created in the script forced her to continue reading.

Act Three—

In the morning, the park bench, the sun shining through the egg yolk, is wet and somewhat hungry.

The young old Joe was sitting at one end of the bench, and at the other end was a woman in light gray business attire.

The woman in business attire was holding a cup of milk tea, which was steaming.

The young old Qiao didn't have anything, and seemed dissatisfied: "I haven't had milk tea for a long time, and my favorite was taro. What kind of flavor do you have? I don't think you drink it, why don't you let me drink it?" Shall I try it?"

"I am the original flavor."

The woman put the milk tea aside, and said on the anti-corrosion wood surface of the stool that the young old Qiao couldn't see, "You can't drink this kind of thing now, your body won't allow it."

"Well, what you said to Dr. Wang is exactly the same. Oh, no, Dr. Wang will probably add another sentence, when I get better, I won't want to drink such cheap and nutritious things." The young old man Joe pinched the balls of his fingers and made a pyramid shape.

"What happened in that place two years ago today?" The woman opened the folder, slid her fingers across a list of questions, and then stopped at one place.

"The sun is gone, it may be raining, I want to go back." The young old Qiao said suddenly.

"What happened in that place two years ago today?" The woman repeated the question just now, as if she didn't hear what the young old Joe was saying.

"I said I want to go back!" The young old Qiao stared suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, and his voice was rough from his throat.

"What happened in that place two years ago today?" The woman repeated mechanically.

"I want to go back! I want to go back!" Young Joe shouted.

In the park, those morning exercisers didn’t seem to notice what happened here. Some were doing Tai Chi, some were sitting on the grass and eating breakfast with a smile, and some were chasing a puppy. , Like a woman's hair, flowing and soft.

Shot, back to the bench again.

The young old Qiao was gasping for breath, looking at the woman with horror on his face: "Who the hell are you? What did you do to me? Why isn't your cup of milk tea the original flavor? I smell it, it's taro flavor, That's right, it tastes like taro!"

The woman got up and threw the empty cup of milk tea into the trash can in the park, then went back to the bench and sat down, opened the file, slid her finger across the file, and asked a new question: "After your wife committed suicide, why did you Didn't choose to call the police, but fled?"

"Who committed suicide? My wife? Impossible, I have never been married, how could I have a wife! You must have misremembered!" The young old Qiao shook his head in denial.

"When you ran away, you took a total of three things, the key, the wallet, and the Rubik's Cube. Now, tell me, where is the Rubik's Cube!" The woman's voice suddenly became extremely serious.

The young old Qiao suddenly grinned, and slowly stretched out his hand to the wide robe.

The next moment, a dirty Rubik's Cube appeared in the camera.

……

Gu Ruobai felt a little short of breath.

Seeing now, she was suddenly a little worried. If she read on, it would be a horror story.Thinking of Qiao Yi's smug expression when he left, it made her more determined.

"Shouldn't it? It's not his style to make a thriller in the first movie."

Gu Ruobai finally threw away the thoughts in his head, then stood up and went to the desk, poured a cup of hot water, brought it to the table in front of the window, sat down and continued to read the script.

Act IV—

"Is he still refusing to say it?" In a room without windows around, a middle-aged man in a suit asked while looking at the woman in light gray business attire sitting across from him.

The woman shook her head: "He seems to be on guard for something."

"He's really on guard."

The middle-aged man stood up and looked, and came to a map covered with photos, newspaper fragments, and red, yellow, and blue lines, looked at one of them seriously, and said, "You have to know, the old He is the best among us. Anything abnormal will be discovered by him, so, that's why, I ask you again and again, try not to show your emotions in front of him..."

"But, why must it be him?" The woman thought for a while, but still asked her inner confusion.

"This is his own request." The middle-aged man was silent for a long time before explaining the reason.

The woman was shocked and couldn't believe it.

"It's hard to believe, isn't it? Yes, at first, I couldn't believe it even more." A helpless smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, and certain memories flashed in his eyes.

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