Xiao Shang Yechu had no choice but to pour the hot water from his large water glass into a bowl and push it in front of Xiao Sheng Wenzhi.
The steam from the hot water blurred Xiao Shengwenzhi's face.
The hot mist dissipated after a couple of puffs, and Sheng Wenzhi, who was behind the mist, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to his lips: "This porridge is still quite hot."
Shang Yechu almost instinctively said, "It'll cool down if we let it air out."
Sheng Wen stirred the shrimp balls in the porridge: "Actually, you should just order a vegetable porridge, so we can share it. If you order this, you'll just have to watch me drink it."
For a fleeting moment, Shang Yechu desperately wanted to shout at Sheng Wenzhi: I've never had a seafood allergy—it was to accommodate you, you glutton—so you wouldn't get upset hearing those pests in class calling you "flat-chested"—I hate you, I hate you, I hate you—you ruined my first friend completely—do you know that in the small world of adolescence, the best friend is everything?—Do you know that in the barren world of foolish Shang Yechu, the clever little mosquito is always right?—Do you know that because of you, my stupid brain learned to doubt myself and others for the first time?—Do you know that because of you, my standards for friendship have been downgraded to simply not bullying me, which is enough to make me grateful to tears?—Do you know that because of you, I consider those people from high school as friends, because at least they won't use me as a model for their comedic novels! Do you know what I saw before I died? Through the video clips of those people playing tricks on me, I saw the ice cream that had fallen on the ground... You put me in an unsolvable loop, making me go back to being sixteen before I died. I wish you had died in that lake. Why didn't you die at sixteen?
In the end, Shang Yechu said nothing.
"You can have yours." Shang Yechu sat down. "I'm not hungry. Besides, actors have to diet."
Sheng Wenzhi took a spoonful of porridge, a satisfied look on his face: "So selling you the copyright would get me a nice look in return. If only I'd known..."
“If you’re interested in selling the adaptation rights to other works, I can make you porridge every day,” Shang Yechu smiled. “I can make it for you.”
“That’s impossible.” Sheng Wenzhi scooped up another spoonful of plump shrimp balls. “Ye Zi, of all my works, only ‘Rules General Store’ has a copy for you. That’s why it can be given to you. The rest are my own things.”
"I know."
Shang Yechu certainly knew.
She was no longer that clueless teenager.
Innocence that doesn't know what innocence is.
A youth that knows nothing of what youth is.
Looking back now, Sheng Wenzhi often did some ridiculous things back then. Although she always acted like a mature little adult who was responsible for everything and had a lot of grievances, she was actually just like a child. She would have a sweet tooth, secretly cry because the boys in her class gave her nicknames, and even act out some clumsy mature scenes, putting on the airs of a big sister in front of Shang Yechu.
How did that young Sheng Wenzhi grow into the Sheng Wenzhi we know today, who can't even understand human speech and often spouts otherworldly language?
The moment this question surfaced in her mind, Shang Yechu heard a chuckle coming from her own soul.
It's not just this person in front of us who has changed.
Young Shang Yechu gave the boiled shrimp to Sheng Wenzhi so that her friend could grow up healthy.
Ye Chu is ordering shrimp porridge for Sheng Wenzhi late at night to appease him, show his sincerity as a business partner, and play the emotional card to prevent Sheng Wenzhi from interfering with the changes to the movie script.
Everything is inevitably heading towards mediocrity.
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After finishing his late-night snack, Sheng Wenzhi finally stopped insisting on giving away his copyright for free and agreed to go through the proper procedures.
Shang Yechu had just finished negotiating the price with Ji Juntao next door and told Sheng Wenzhi about it, to which Sheng Wenzhi nodded indifferently. The price was quite fair, neither so high as to raise suspicion about the relationship between Shang Yechu and Sheng Wenzhi, nor so low as to suggest that Sheng Wenzhi favored Shang Yechu.
Money wasn't an issue. Besides, Sheng Wenzhi insisted on rewriting the script himself because he couldn't tolerate Qingping Entertainment's mediocre screenwriters completely altering his novel. Shang Yechu agreed.
With Sheng Wenzhi at the helm, the results will be far better than with ordinary screenwriters. This greatly simplifies the adaptation process and eliminates the worry of situations where the screenwriter finishes revising the script, only to be dissatisfied by Sheng Wenzhi and forced to rework it.
Regarding communicating with the director, Sheng Wenzhi did not show any dissatisfaction after hearing that Gu Wenhua might be the director of the film. He had had many interactions with Gu Wenhua during the filming of "The Mute Woman" and had a somewhat favorable impression of the director. He readily agreed.
This greatly surprised Shang Yechu. Sheng Wenzhi, with his arrogant and condescending attitude, actually thought highly of Gu Wenhua!
Sheng Wenzhi explained: Firstly, unlike the person who had dinner with Sheng Wenzhi and Shang Yechu last time, who reeked of male odor, the other person possessed a politeness and caution that is not typical of men.
Shang Yechu: Gu Wenhua's timidity, social anxiety, and indecisiveness can actually be explained this way. And that man reeking of male stench must be Li Yi…
Sheng Wenzhi added: "Secondly, Gu Wenhua is very talented. He has read 'The Mute Woman' several times and was deeply impressed by its cinematic language and scene transitions. It wouldn't be a bad deal to entrust my novel to someone like him for adaptation."
Shang Yechu could understand this. Art is universal, and Gu Wenhua seemed to appreciate Sheng Wenzhi quite a bit at the time.
Finally, I've heard that Gu Wenhua basically copied the original script verbatim for his film adaptation of "The Mute Woman," making only minor adjustments to the sequence of scenes and plot points. I suppose he wouldn't have drastically altered my script either.
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