After finishing the script, Lu Hao put down his pen and rubbed his sore fingers.
"Thank you for your hard work. Let me massage your shoulders."
Chu Wen kneaded it neither too lightly nor too heavily, and Lu Hao almost hummed in pleasure.
Look at her admiring eyes again, just one word, awesome!
"Tell me, did we know each other in our previous life?"
"Why do I feel like you can read my brain waves?"
Chu Wen said as she rubbed it.
This feeling is really sweet and happy.
Especially for a girl like her who is very artistic at heart.
"Yes, we knew each other in our previous life, and we were family. Back then, you were the woman I loved the most, and you called me... Daddy every day."
Lu Hao laughed.
He just smiled and immediately cried out in pain.
“Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts!”
Chu Wen smiled happily after hearing the first half of the sentence, but when she heard the last two words, she immediately exerted force with her hands.
After pinching her hard, Chu Wen's face turned a little red. She leaned close to his ear and exhaled a sweet breath.
"Do all men like to be called daddy?"
This is a bit like private conversation in the boudoir.
Lu Hao felt itchy because of her teasing.
"Of course... not."
"Sometimes... I also like being called brother."
Chu Wen: ...
"Disgusting! Disgusting! Ugh!"
What is this man thinking?
It suddenly occurred to me that many talented artists throughout history have been extremely promiscuous.
Perhaps, these things between men and women are really the primary driving force that inspires the desire to create?
My thoughts are scattered and I am thinking about all kinds of strange things.
"Didn't you just mention two ideas? What about the second one?"
At this time, Lu Hao braked, changed the subject and talked about business.
"The second one is a bit big, Lily."
"I think love between girls is quite interesting. Also, I want to set the background in a prison, similar to a concentration camp, or, on a larger scale, illegal imprisonment."
"The story of two women, imprisoned by the same man. One is tortured to the point of suffering from Stockholm syndrome, while the other lives with her, surviving in a closed room, and ultimately killing the man together."
Lu Hao took a breath.
This scale!
Even novels don’t dare to write like this!
Not to mention being made into a movie.
But, come to think of it, it seems quite exciting.
Seeing Lu Hao's reaction, Chu Wen also felt guilty.
"Oh, I'm kidding! How can you make a movie like this? If you do, it'll be a Category III movie, right? Or a really strong one at that? I'm not that dirty."
Lu Hao waved his hand.
"I actually quite like this kind of primitive, rough, dark-themed film. It's not pornographic, but critical, looking for the brilliance of humanity in despair."
"Real human nature has countless possibilities. Movies are all about maximum drama."
"This style is the spirituality in your bones. If you are a knife, you can't use it like a sponge. Of course, having said that, you need a sheath."
"A style like yours is like dancing on the edge of a knife. You have to dance smarter and more smoothly. Let me give you an example, extending from your idea, a story about two women legally murdering a man. How can you make it exciting within the bounds of the law?"
Lu Hao was giving her some pointers.
He is also a good teacher.
But it is necessary.
After all, a director like Chu Wen means infinite possibilities, but it is also easy for him to go too far.
Hearing this, Chu Wen felt like she was back in school attending classes.
murder.
legitimate.
These two words are inherently incompatible, and combining them is absolutely extremely difficult.
She thought for a long time, but nothing came to her mind.
Where do all these creativity and inspiration come from?
Only a great man like Lu Hao can speak eloquently in a short time.
"You coming? Can you?"
She asked back.
"certainly."
"Then teach me."
Lu Hao: "Call me daddy."
Chu Wen: ...
"Don't shout! Say it if you want!"
Lu Hao glanced at her, shook his head and smiled, then spoke.
"There's a saying that goes, 'If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach.' So this story begins with delicious food. Delicious food is not only as intoxicating as love, but it also holds hidden dangers."
Lu Hao's voice is low and his deliberate broadcasting accent is very catchy.
"A successful man wanders between two women, one mature and sexy, the other pure and beautiful. The man holds these two completely different women in his hands, enjoying their different bodies and the delicious food they cook."
Hearing this beginning, Chu Wen looked at Lu Hao in confusion.
How does this story connect to murder?
"The man thought he had succeeded in not letting one woman know about the other woman's existence, and he felt that they both loved him beyond measure. But suddenly one day, the man found that his hair and eyebrows were falling out, his kidneys were deficient, he had blood in his urine, and he had nightmares and night sweats..."
"He panicked, only then did he realize that the two women had already had a connection. His wife was an expert in cooking classes, and she had deliberately approached her lover, taught her how to cook, and created a daily menu for her."
"The dishes they each cook are both delicious, but when they're mixed together, the food properties clash and toxins form. In other words, every time a man goes on a date with his lover, goes home after dinner, and then eats his wife's cooking, he's taking a step towards death."
"However, by the time he discovered it, it was too late. The two women, using their respective cooking skills and the mutual promotion and restraint of food, started a new round of war with his stomach as the battlefield."
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