The contract has been sent out today, so hurry up and collect it. Recommend it and kill me. In addition, the new book period will start tomorrow, starting at 6K a day.

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Movie scripts generally refer to various writing forms that describe the characters and action content of the entire film in words. It has four basic elements: scene description, characters, dialogue and action description. An excellent script is

The premise and foundation of a great movie.

Writing a movie script, even if it is plagiarism, is definitely a scam for a college student who graduated from mechanical engineering, and for a guy who has no literary background at all.

But in reality, there is a saying that says, "Time waits for no one."

Li Huanhua did indeed get the memory of the dead house, but as for foreign objects, and it was not the memory he once had, as time went on, many parts began to be blurred or forgotten.

When Li Huanxi discovered this problem twenty days ago, he began to study these memories harder and recorded important things in the computer one by one. As for the beautiful female IDOLs with big white legs, plump breasts, etc. in his mind

, Li Huanhua just remembered it roughly after repeated appreciation.

For a month, Li Huanhua studied guitar during the day, dance in the afternoon, practiced guitar at night, recorded memories in his mind, and also learned music knowledge, film and TV script writing. The only good thing is that he only learned writing methods. As for originality

Forget about it, Li Huanhua just recorded a few movies and TV series that were in the dead man's mind, and what he recorded was only an outline-like situation.

Although a small part of the memory was forgotten in a month, what was forgotten were things that Li Huanhua didn't care about at all, and what was left behind were things that were truly useful to him.

And this month, as Li Huanhua himself said, it was a hellish life. He got up at 7 a.m., went out at 7:30, and arrived at his destination around 8:10 to practice guitar.

I finish lunch at noon, start dance practice at 1pm, go home at 7pm, have a simple meal, usually takeout, and then start new study, until around 2am, I have rest time.

In addition to traveling, eating and sleeping time, this guy spends more than 17 hours studying every day. His friends who teach him guitar and dance all think this guy is crazy. Why should he learn these things if he has nothing to do? And he still works so hard.

Sitting on the small bed in front of the computer with his legs crossed and wrapped in a blue quilt, Li Huanhua was typing quickly on the keyboard with both hands. Now he was trying to copy his first script, and he was recalling it at high speed in his mind.

This movie is called "The Gift of Room 7".

Although such a script cannot be copied and used now, with the actual object, Li Huanhua can better study, compare, and revise. As for the original author, although I don’t know if we have him on Earth, if so, then

I can only say sorry.

But what’s a little bit funny is that Li Huanhua is also a flexible man. If you don’t count the changes in the company in the past two years, he is still a solid tough guy. But now this guy is recording the script while going crazy in his mind.

Recalling the plot of the movie, I felt as if I had watched a movie in person, and my eyes were a little red.

"Huh, even though it's a bit deserted to be alone at home, you won't be seen in this embarrassing state!" Li Huanxi wiped his eyes, turned on the music player and played the Mission: Impossible soundtrack "theme.from"

.mission.impossible", and although this song is very famous, most people really don't listen to it every day.

But during this period, Li Huanxi played it every night. He always felt that this soundtrack gave people a tense, mysterious, and oppressive feeling. Although it was wrong to use oppression, this feeling made it easier for Li Huanxi to concentrate his energy.

It reminded him of the crisis the company was facing, so he could be as demanding on himself as he is now.

"Bah bang bang!"

The sound of music and keyboard typing intertwined, and Li Huanhua, wrapped in a quilt, looked a little strange. There were no lights in the room in the middle of the night, only the light of the display screen was beating.

"Click!"

A soft knock from the door on the right did not alarm Li Huanhua at all, his hands were still banging frantically.

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