Compared to Gu Wenhua's method of cutting off the tail to survive, this method is a slight improvement, but it's essentially the same thing in a different guise.

Shang Yechu smiled and nodded, then went to see what Sheng Wenzhi was doing.

Sheng Wenzhi was typing on her phone when she saw Shang Yechu arrive, so she readily showed her phone to Shang Yechu.

"Look, would it be better if we changed it like this?"

Shang Yechu took the phone, glanced at the plot changes made by Sheng Wenzhi, and raised an eyebrow in surprise.

It must be said that Sheng Wenzhi is truly capable and lives up to her profession.

In the script adapted by Sheng Wenzhi, upon seeing the dying Yongjuan, the mentally unstable mute woman briefly regained her senses and recalled the time when she coaxed this daughter when she was a child.

A holy maternal glow appeared on the mute woman's face as she stepped forward and embraced Yongjuan.

Yongjuan's hair had already fallen out due to chemotherapy, her skin was dull and sallow, and her face was dark. She was drowsy with her eyes closed, looking like she was about to go to the other world.

The mute woman held Yongjuan's head, and the image of the newborn baby Yongjuan appeared in her mind—sparse hair, wrinkled skin, and eyes not yet open, the appearance of a newborn.

The baby Yongjuan from many years ago and the adult Yongjuan who is now nearing her end are strangely similar, gradually merging together...

The mute old woman murmured a children's song softly—the very song she often hummed next door to Xiao Yue. It turned out that this was the song she used to sing to soothe children when they were young.

As the mute woman hummed, Yongjuan closed her eyes.

Just looking at these simple words made Shang Yechu's heart tremble uncontrollably.

Sheng Wenzhi's writing is very moving. The vivid imagery and tranquil melancholy seem to emanate from the small screen, almost overwhelming Shang Yechu's senses.

Shang Yechu scrolled through the text twice before asking Sheng Wenzhi, "Did you just write all of this?"

Sheng Wenzhi leaned back lazily in her chair and said casually, "Hmm. Feel free to take it if you want."

For Sheng Wenzhi, these casually modified short jokes are worthless.

"Copyright issues—"

"Consider it a gift from me," Sheng Wenzhi said with amusement. "Something this short, you want me to sign a gift agreement?"

The crew was racing against time; there was no need for sentimentality. Shang Yechu glanced at Gu Wenhua, who was still scratching his head in frustration, and said without hesitation, "Thank you. Consider this a favor I owe you."

“What do you mean by favors?” Sheng Wenzhi sat up straight, frowning. “Didn’t I tell you? I’m doing these things for myself, not for you. If I can help you, I’ll feel better.”

Given the stereotype that Shang Yechu was not very intelligent, Sheng Wenzhi always spoke to Shang Yechu directly, trying her best to make her meaning as clear as possible so that Shang Yechu would understand.

This dialogue pattern was formed in junior high school. Although Shang Yechu has now undergone a complete transformation and is no longer the silly girl who couldn't understand human speech, Sheng Wenzhi has gotten used to it.

"One thing at a time." Shang Yechu didn't waste any more time. He sent himself the revised version by Sheng Wenzhi and then forwarded it to Gu Wenhua.