Shang Yechu also turned off the camera. She couldn't just sit idly by while Gu Wenhua was reading the script, so Shang Yechu decided to ask Sheng Wenzhi how the script revisions were going.
Sheng Wenzhi was half forced and half begged by Shang Yechu to fill in the later plot, but there were still a few parts that he was not satisfied with. The feeling that prompted Sheng Wenzhi to write this novel was guilt, but now the guilt has grown wings and flown away. Sheng Wenzhi can no longer find the creative feeling he had at the time, and many designs and foreshadowings have been forgotten.
These past two months have been extremely painful for both Shang Yechu and Sheng Wenzhi. Sheng Wenzhi is all alone, with no direct or indirect blood relatives, and hasn't been supervised or controlled by anyone for a long time. Suddenly being shackled by a task called "rewriting the script" is something he finds very difficult to adapt to.
Shang Yechu had always been too busy with her own career to care about anything else, and rarely meddle in other people's business. Now, she had suddenly become Sheng Wenzhi's alarm clock and editor, urging him to get up and write articles every day like burning incense to worship ancestors, making her already not-so-young heart age even more.
How are the script revisions going?
This phrase alone has appeared no less than thirty times in the chat history between Shang Yechu and Sheng Wenzhi.
After typing "typing" for a while, Shengwen sent over a cat hanging itself emoji.
This means they've given up on treatment again.
[It's been three days.] Shang Yechu tried to express her earnest advice in words. [A scene, a page of manuscript, four hundred words—you've been revising it for three days.]
It's widely known: [Cat jumping into a well.jpg]
Whenever Sheng Wenzhi appears in this state—too lazy to even speak and just sending emojis—Shang Yechu should be mentally prepared. Looking at that ugly cat with dark circles under its eyes, swaying around aimlessly, Shang Yechu was instantly furious.
"You're still not up?" Shang Yechu sent a voice message directly.
"What's wrong, Ye Chu?" Gu Wenhua's voice came from the conference room. Only then did Shang Ye Chu realize that she had forgotten to turn off her microphone.
"It's nothing. The company's artists were late for training. You can do whatever you want." Shang Yechu quickly muted herself.
After a while, Sheng Wenzhi's sleepy voice came through: "I got up—but since you weren't there to supervise me, I fell asleep while I was writing..."
Shang Yechu raised her voice to a sterner tone: "Stand up, turn around, and go to the shower to wash your face. If you're going to fall asleep sitting down, stand up and write on your phone. The script must be submitted by today. The director is almost here in Hengshi."
When communicating with Sheng Wenzhi, it is best to use imperative sentences instead of interrogative sentences.
About ten minutes later, Sheng Wenzhi called via video. He had a toothbrush in his mouth and spoke indistinctly, "Is Gu Wenhua arriving in Hengshi?"
"Wait a minute." Shang Yechu's eyes widened. What did she see? Sheng Wenzhi was brushing his teeth, typing, and video chatting with her all at the same time!
"Can't you pay a little more attention?" Shang Yechu was on the verge of collapse. "A script needs to be revised three times and reviewed four times, and we haven't even finished one revision yet!"
Sheng Wenzhi said lazily, "Only defective products need to be modified repeatedly—"
"Ye Chu, why do you want to make this film?"
Gu Wenhua's voice came from the conference room, interrupting Sheng Wenzhi. Sheng Wenzhi grunted in response, spitting toothpaste foam into the porcelain jar in front of him: "Who are you talking to?"
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