"I will leave in the afternoon, mainly when I went to Heqing City. Didn't I live in your house? Then my uncle asked me to bring some words to my aunt. Since my aunt is not here, I can only send a message to her later."

The familiar one poured himself a glass of water first, and Wang Qing explained the reason for coming to the door this time.

"My dad? This is not ancient times. I can't say anything directly on WeChat. I still want you to bring it here?" Zhang Zifeng was a little confused.

"Something about you, but the uncle asked me to bring it to the aunt, so I definitely can't tell you." Wang Qing turned around with a wicked smile and looked at her curious look.

"Then stop talking."

When Zhang Zifeng heard that it was about him, he became even more curious.

But when she saw Wang Qing's smile, she suddenly didn't want to know it again. Anyway, it would have to take a lot of effort to make him speak. She really has no energy now.

Turning around, she had no intention of entertaining Wang Qing, and went back to the room.

Anyway, he is no longer a guest.

"No, why do you have no curiosity at all?"

Seeing Zhang Zifeng replying, he started walking into the room. Wang Qing said with some dissatisfaction.

He quickly drank the water in the cup, washed it clean and put it in place, and then he hurriedly followed her and came to her room.

But when he arrived at the door, he stopped.

What a workaholic.

No, this is not a job, it should be a hobby.

Wang Qing leaned against the door frame, and had no intention of going in. He just watched her holding a pen and writing something on the paper from a distance.

In fact, although the two did not contact each other frequently during this period, he knew what the other party was busy with.

It's nothing more than writing a script, a script about the last plane accident.

The thought brought by the flash of inspiration made Zhang Zifeng completely immersed in it after returning to China. Just like her filming on the set, she turned the acting job into a conceived script, which occupied most of her life. Even because of working at home, there was no interference from other outsiders, which made her almost no time to rest.

Find ways to communicate with the passengers and crew on the plane that had been in trouble, and get approval from contacting Sichuan Airlines, she can officially start adapting this real event.

Before obtaining consent, Zhang Zifeng is now busy imagining some plots to perfect the entire script.

After all, although she learned everything from Wang Qing, reality is reality, movies are movies, things shot completely according to the real situation. That is called a documentary, not a movie.

The adaptation of a movie requires more things to be integrated. In just two hours, a complete narrative of one thing is added, and some dramatic content is added to add highlights.

One of the contents is quite troublesome. Compared with the completely illusory creative script, the script adapted from real events, Zhang Zifeng needs to understand the personalities of more important characters in this event, such as the captain, co-pilot, or flight attendant, etc., and then design the plot based on their personality to highlight each of them.

This made her very troubled. Every time she had contact with her during this period, most of the time, Wang Qing was actually listening to her.

"Come in."

After standing for a while, Zhang Zifeng felt that he was at the door, and called him and let him enter the room.

Wang Qing walked over with a chuckling and sat down at her desk, "I thought you wouldn't want me to see you writing."

While saying that, he looked at her room curiously.

The bed, desk, laptop, wardrobe, ordinary ones have no characteristics, there are only two words in the whole room, which is simple.

The tidy is clean and the things are arranged in an orderly manner, but they are in a normal manner, and there is no room that cute girls should have in Wang Qing imagined.

Maybe compared with his room, there was a small pillow on the bed, that's all.

but...

While observing, he gently shook his nose. It turned out that the unique fragrance that could only be smelled from Zhang Zifeng when he hugged him was particularly obvious in this room.

This was the first time he entered her room. He used to be in the living room or the kitchen, and he never came to the inner room.

"Why don't you?"

Zhang Zifeng didn't pay attention to what he was doing, so he lowered his head and wrote the script, and asked casually.

"Because creation is a fantasy process in a sense." Wang Qing's eyes moved away from the decorations of the room and came to her face.

Looking at her side face, the light fluorescent light from the desk lamp shone on her face, revealing a very subtle layer of fluff.

Although she didn't wear makeup and looked ordinary, Wang Qing felt that she was cute and liked it very much, very much like... she stretched out her hand and pinched her face.

But after all, she is working seriously now, so he still suppresses this idea and does not extend his hand. "So when the creator writes, it is very likely that some of the ideas in his heart will be immersed in his heart. Some people may feel ashamed. After all, this is a matter of completely revealing the inner thoughts in front of others."

Zhang Zifeng, who was thinking seriously, stopped moving.

"For example, people who have never been in love will write sweet plots because it is the most beautiful fantasy in his heart. For example, people who lack a sense of security in their hearts will write a plot of hero saving beauty, wanting to make up for this lack..."

Wang Qing slowly talked about the screenwriters he met on the set, the reasons why they were unwilling to be disturbed when they created.

These are not something he said casually, but occasionally they have heard from the screenwriters.

"that..."

Zhang Zifeng suddenly turned his head, and the movement of turning the pen in his hand had already stopped. He stretched out his arms to cover the notebook in front of him, "How about you better go out."

I didn't think anything was there, but now when Wang Qing said this, she felt ashamed inexplicably.

Although some plots were designed to highlight the character's personality, some of them were created by her personal ideas. Thinking about the content being seen by Wang Qing, her cheeks began to get a little hot.

So, she simply covered up and did not let Wang Qing see the content above at all.

"I don't look, I don't look."

Looking at her panicked look, Wang Qing smiled, "You write about you, I'll sit next to you, and I won't bother you."

"real?"

Zhang Zifeng didn't believe it, but still covered his notebook and looked at Wang Qing vigilantly.

"Then I'll lie in your bed for a while and look at my cell phone."

Knowing that sitting next to her would definitely affect her creation, Wang Qing stood up, came to the bed next to her and fell down, lay down on the side of her phone, and looked at her with a smile.

When they were in the island country, they all slept together. Now they are sleeping in her bed, Zhang Zifeng has no reaction. Instead, because Wang Qing is a little away, he feels relieved.
Chapter completed!