Forced to open business after picking up a tyrant [Entertainment]

"What?" Shen Nian pressed both hands to the front desk, and half of his body almost threw himself behind the counter, "Boss, please check carefully, it's so late, the only place where your family lives is nearby."

The boss kindly turned the computer screen in his direction. There are only a few rooms in this hostel, and each frame is filled with red crosses.

Shen Nian turned her head three times a step, regretfully watching the light at the door of the small hotel getting farther and farther away.

In the alley at [-] o'clock in the evening, the windows of every house are lit up with human lights, and occasionally there are bicycle bells passing by them.Hurried speed, are people rushing home.

Jian Xichen was carrying several bags in both hands, his wrist bones were tense due to the heavy load, and his joints were a little white.Walking beside Shen Nian stinkingly: "This hostel is not good, the bed is too small, the light is very dim, and the toilet in the bathroom is leaking."

Jian Xichen stood in those scattered lights and shadows, with an obviously understated expression and a nonchalant tone.

However, the lively fireworks in the world were frozen to pieces on his body.

Alone, even the shadow cast on the ground is lonely.

At this moment, Shen Nian suddenly had an idea.

Is it possible that this person has always lived alone, and a person who is used to loneliness will always reject the excitement involuntarily.

Shen Nian thought carefully for a moment: "Why don't you make a shop on the ground in the cross-street building where Uncle Zhang set up his stall? Now it's summer, it won't freeze to death."

Jian Xichen felt lost on purpose: "It's not impossible."

Two 10 minutes later.

In the western-style building of the Shen family, two people's footsteps sounded one after the other on the stairs from the second floor to the third floor.

Shen Nianda walked ahead, nagging: "I'm rushing to finish the script in the middle of the night, so don't make a big noise upstairs, I'm going to scold you."

The place where the stairs come up is a study room full of bookshelves, and a lazy sofa is placed by the window, like a collapsed big white steamed bun.

There are no desks, no computers, only neat rows of bookshelves.

Walking along the aisle to the end, there is a bedroom, which is not usually inhabited by people, and the furnishings of the room are very clean.

Because the sloping roof slopes from the middle to the sides, when Jian Xichen is in the bedroom, he can only straighten his body in the middle and the highest place.Walking on both sides, you have to bend down.

There is also a small balcony that opens out, not big enough for one person to turn around.

There is also a separate bathroom opposite the door of the bedroom, which does not interfere with the one downstairs.

Jian Xichen piled up the bags one by one by the wall, and unknown thoughts flowed in his eyes.

"Not bad, better than that hotel."

"Is it okay? I'm still thinking about whether to charge rent." Shen Nian pushed open the balcony door, and the sultry summer night storm rushed in, "Independent garden small western-style building, the location is excellent, quiet in the middle of the noise. That's all improvise?"

"You'd better go sleep across the street." Shen Nian turned on the control panel of the central air conditioner, and first turned on the ventilation mode.

"Turn on the ventilation first. After a while, you can adjust the cooling mode yourself."

Jian Xichen put all the clothes she just bought on the bed, and picked them around: "I didn't buy anything for washing."

Still treat me as a hotel? !

As a hotel night shift employee with no expression, Shen Nian brought up a pile of brand new toiletries from downstairs with a complaining face.

Towels, toothbrush and toothpaste, shower gel, shampoo, facial cleanser...

"Don't look for me again."

After Shen Nian finished warning, he went downstairs angrily, wishing he could seal a barrier in the stairwell on the second and third floors.

……

The world outside the window fell silent, and the lights shining through the window went out one by one.

Gradually, the screeches of summer insects began to occupy the entire night.

There is an incandescent desk lamp on the desk, the light source is shrunk so small that it can only faint around the computer, and the face of the typist is also blurred.

The script of "Fengqi Wutong" is very fast, and the crew has already started shooting in Hengzhou.The first third of the script can't last for a long time, especially when we have to consider the transition.

Shen Nian stiffly typed a word and pushed the notebook forward.

The whole person fell into the swivel chair, covered his eyes, and gasped for several breaths before he came back to life.

In four hours, most of the scripts were written.

At the same time, we must consider the turning point of the characters, the inheritance of the plot, and the limitations of the scene...

She was put on countless shackles, and had to fight a bloody path from inside.

Shen Nian massaged his wrist while sending a message to Tang Duo.

Salted fish player: [I am missing in the game now, will Liang Zeng chase me thousands of miles away. 】

Old Tang: [His 40-meter long knife has already reached the door. 】

Shen Nian snorted, a carp leaped over the dragon gate, jumped from the chair onto the bed.

Salted fish player: [I'll run 41 meters first. 】

Old Tang: [The high-speed rail ticket has been booked for you. Go to Hengzhou the morning after tomorrow, and the crew will arrange someone to pick you up at the station. 】

Liang Zeng had mentioned to Shen Nian before that he hoped that he would talk to the crew. This drama has been dragged on for a long time, and if it drags on, the crew will really bring a knife to the door.

Salted fish player: [So fast! 】

The salted fish player splashed on the bed, rolled several times, and typed out of righteous indignation.

Salted fish player: [You are ruthless, you are cruel, you are indifferent! 】

Old Tang: [I advised you not to recruit Wen Qianyu back then. 】

Shen Nian breathed heavily in front of his chest, but he didn't suffocate him anyway.

The salted fish player threw a series of "white eyes" emoji and quit WeChat.

God is dead.

Old Tang was reluctant to let go, and was still sending out messages.

Old Tang: [Domerui, three copies. 】

Old Tang: [Joined the group, don't stay up all night every day, you have to show off the airs of Shen Da's screenwriter. 】

Old Tang: [You don't need to enter the company tomorrow, so pack your luggage. 】

Salted fish player: [The other party has blacklisted you. 】

Old Tang: […]

After Shen Nian returned, she threw the phone on the bed and came to the balcony.

Dongyun Lane in the middle of the night was unusually peaceful, and the dry and hot air was too shy to be noisy, and it became gentle.

In the gloomy darkness all around, in the world here, he was finally left as a breathing creature, and then sank into the dense night.

Seven years ago, Wen Qianyu was still a shooter.

Shen Nian didn't intend to ask for someone at the beginning, this person just waited at the gate of Yuge every day, asking Goodnight and greeting him early, sticking to Shen Nian's way to work like a wallflower.

At that time, Shen Nian was working on a script of a big costume, Wen Qianyu sorted out a lot of materials and sent them to him.

Wen Qianyu said at that time: "Mr. Shen, I really just want a drama with my own signature."

Shen Nian later thought that he must have been deceived by this man's crying appearance, and his heart softened at that time, so he signed him.

Don't make the same mistake next time.

Whether others are miserable or not, it doesn't matter to him.

He is not Maria, so he cannot ferry so many people.

Shen Nian lay on the railing of the balcony and knocked himself on the head.

As soon as I looked up, I saw another miserable person on the balcony upstairs, not miserable at all, and even looked at him awkwardly, as if saying "it's okay".

Shen Nian: "..."

Tomorrow, I must abstain from my Virgin Mary!

Shen Nian glanced at Jian Xichen lightly, stretched his waist gracefully, and pretended to walk back into the room: "Don't make a sound, or you will be kicked out."

With incomparable resentment, Shen Nian returned to the desk in mourning, facing the black and white letters on the screen.

His brain hurts.

"Boom" and "Boom" throbbed in my mind.

Shen Nian opened his eyes abruptly, it was not the voice in his head, but the knock on the door outside.

"Boom thump... thump thump..."

Shen Nian listened carefully, the voice was indeed coming from outside the door.

He opened the door, with "I'm going to kill someone" written on his face: "What's the matter?"

It's a pity that his flying aura was extinguished by Jian Xichen's coldness.

Shen Nian yawned, felt sleepy, and blocked the door frame, not allowing anyone to enter the house.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say."

"Add a WeChat."