The charm of the movie makes Wang Qingyuan and Lao Xiong, one director and one critic, deeply addicted to it.

This is the case with classic movies. Some are as strong and spicy as old wine, which stimulates the audience's senses, while others are as mellow as tea, which makes the audience feel repeatedly.

"Suspense Novelist" belongs to the latter. At first glance, I only think the plot is fascinating, but once I get drunk, I can no longer take my attention. When the movie ends and leaves the screening hall, I feel a faint melancholy lingering in my heart.

This is how Su Ling was. Since she got on the bus, this has been her third sigh.

The car they were in was three people when they came and four people when they left.

Except for Su Ling and Jiang Tang in the back seat, the driver's seat is Jiang Chengzhe.

The person in the co-pilot was not Jiang Xijing.

He received a call after the preview meeting and went to the company. The one who replaced him in the car was Cizel.

Although he sat upright and did not even dare to put his hands around, and was as restrained as a primary school student who was still exercising his sitting posture, this did not affect Cizel's good mood at all.

After leaving the venue, she was able to leave in the same car with Jiang Tang's family, and her heart seemed to be soaked in honey water.

Jiang Tang could not see his "silly joy". Su Ling gently stroked the back of her hand with her palm, so she turned around and patted her to comfort her.

“That’s just a movie.”

"It's still uncomfortable." Su Ling sighed again, "Why are these people so bad? I saw the girl you played being bullied and embarked on a path of no return. I didn't feel happy, nor did I hate her choice. I just felt that she was full of strong despair."

Su Ling is a person who is emotionally supreme, so she naturally doesn't want to consider legal fairness. What she sees more is the film art level.

So much so that she had been dry for a long time, the blocked springs were restless again, making her feel the urge to create a new work for Aning in the movie.

Jiang Tang also agreed with Su Ling's statement: "Yes, Aning is a person devoured by hatred, but fortunately she was finally relieved."

Su Ling was curious: "So in the end Aning really died? Didn't she leave with Chen Feng?"

Jiang Tang did not answer positively, but said: "The murderer cannot be spared."

Su Ling didn't quite understand this meaning, so she could only guess: "So, either you were caught or died?"

But why wasn't this scene taken? Su Ling recalled the ending shot and felt it was a bit obscure.

Jiang Chengzhe, who was driving, rushed to answer: "I know this. Chen Feng and Chen Ning are both dead because the tunnel they took in the last one, if it was a crystal orchid, also called the flower of the underworld, right?"

Su Ling was shocked: "Do you still know Crystal Lan?"

Jiang Chengzhe looked gloomy: "Of course."

Su Ling was upset: "I didn't recognize it! No, I just looked at the backs of them!" As he said that, Su Ling muttered, "But the actor who plays Chen Feng is quite handsome and has a kind of depressed and vicissitudes of beauty. Is his name Tang Ci right?"

Jiang Tang nodded and asked Su Ling if she wanted to sign, she could help ask.

Su Ling nodded with a smile: "Of course it's good. It's been a long time since I saw such an actor."

Jiang Chengzhe held the steering wheel with a clear expression of dissatisfaction, but unfortunately Su Ling in the back row could not be seen.

When Cizel saw it, he also added to the topic: "I have discovered something, too."

He raised his mouth and explained his guesses about the plot one by one.

Su Ling and Jiang Chengzhe were attracted by their attention.

Su Ling didn't care much about Tang Ci's signature, and was stunned by Xizel's analysis.

Then he hurriedly grabbed Jiang Tang to confirm and asked if Xizel's analysis was correct.

Jiang Tang nodded: "He is right."

Jiang Chengzhe was shocked: "Xi is worthy of being the Oscar winner."

Su Ling also agreed: "Yes, yes, we didn't expect this at all."

Cizel's face was lustful, and he had to pretend to be humble and calm was just a professional habit.

Jiang Tang did not expose his little thoughts and allowed Cizel to show off his skills in front of his parents, and the discussion on the movie was in full swing.

I hated continuing the whole road. When Jiang Chengzhe came to his senses, he forgot to drive Xizer back to Jiulitang, but drove directly to Jiang's house in Liuquan Mountain.

It was obviously a bit troublesome to send Cizel down the mountain in the middle of the night, so Jiang Chengzhe simply asked Cizel to stay overnight. After not sincerely refusing, he agreed decisively.

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After Lao Xiong had a chat with Director Wang, he returned home with satisfaction.

The first thing to do when you get home is not to rest, but to open the notebook and record the handwritten inspiration content in the notebook while the memory is clearest.

I didn't care about the passage of time. When he finally finished writing the draft of the first edition, it was already two o'clock in the morning and he was hungry in his stomach.

Lao Xiong quickly went into the kitchen to get a bowl of noodles. While whispering the noodles, he looked through the drafts he had finished. As he flipped through, he felt something was wrong.

I can't tell you what's wrong, but it just tastes a little bit, just like eating noodles without salt, which made him very dissatisfied.

However, Lao Xiong was not overly confused. He had already planned to go to the second or even third time after the movie was officially released. As for the draft of the film review, it would also be revised after reading it.

He temporarily put aside the irritability in his heart. Seeing that his eyelids had already started fighting, he was too lazy to wash dishes. He fell asleep after washing quickly.

When he fell asleep, he fell into a bizarre dream. In the dream, the old bear was being chased by Chen Ning, and Chen Feng was also chasing the two of them.

"Don't kill me...Don't kill me..." Lao Xiong murmured in his sleep.

At this time, the dream suddenly discovered a change. Old Xiong looked at him stunningly, and suddenly remembered that he was dreaming.

Wait, is this a reminder?

"I understand!" The old bear sat up, his eyes shining brightly.

He immediately stopped sleeping, got up and rushed to the computer, deleting all the drafts he wrote overnight.

The thousands of words of draft were deleted into blank space, and the old bear did not blink because he knew that his analysis had gone in the wrong direction from beginning to end.

I started writing drafts again, and it was a rush of thoughts, and the mechanical keyboard was crackling for two or three hours without pause.

When the sky was dim, the old bear had dark circles under his eyes, and he was still energetic and could not see any fatigue at all.

Only when the second draft was revised was almost the same, Lao Xiong opened the keyboard with satisfaction and hummed a little song to open Weibo:

[Old Xiong v: "Suspense Novelist"'s best domestic movie booking of the year!]

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