"ah!!"

"What's the writing!"

"I won't shoot the short video today!"

"This way of writing will definitely make fans lose their fans! You should stop doing the screenwriter's work...or... you should stop doing anything, go home and stay!"

With a "bang!", his copy was crumpled into a piece of waste paper and threw it out of the leader's office and smashed it hard on Zhou Yao's face.

Zhou Yao pouted and cursed the ignorant boss in a low voice.

"If you don't leave me here, you will have a place to leave me!"

Zhou Yao, who had just graduated from college for two weeks, packed up his own things under the sympathetic eyes of his colleagues. After saying "Bah!", he left his first job in his life.

"If I leave a screenwriter like me, it will be your loss!"

"Such a good script, such a good meme!"

"Hey, I don't know the goods!"

On the way home, Zhou Yao walked and thought, as he seemed to be still scared of what had just happened.

In college, he followed the Literature and Film Club for four years and made detailed plans for his future early.

Screenwriter, a short video screenwriter.

Zhou Yao thought he had already mastered the routines of many big screenwriters, but he didn't expect that he was dismissed by his leader for this insulting dismissal after only two weeks of the first job.

He was so depressed that he kept kicking the small stones on the side of the road. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the girls around him were squinting their hands towards the flying skirt like in the movie plot.

While Zhou Yao was staring at the girl ahead, something flew to his face.

"Bang!"

Another crisp sound.

The scene of being slapped in the face by the leader just now appeared again. For a moment, Zhou Yao was furious, pulled off the things on his face and threw them towards the ground.

He suddenly stopped when he raised his foot and was about to step on it hard.

Zhou Yao saw that it was a thick book.

I saw a few words written on the light yellow cover: God’s three-minute script.

Out of curiosity, Zhou Yao picked it up, but when he opened it, it was empty inside. It was clearly just a big notebook.

Looking up, there was no building around. How did such a thick notebook blow over by the wind? Could it be that someone deliberately messed with him?

Zhou Yao became more and more angry the more he thought about it. In the end, he smashed the book on the ground again and stepped on it.

After printing his own shoe print, Zhou Yao suddenly felt that the cover of the book seemed to feel a little. On the yellow-bottomed and black-fonted book cover, a crooked shoe print suddenly came with a full sense of design.

Thinking about it, it’s useless to not be so futile. You can write jokes if you take such a big notebook back by yourself. Zhou Yao smiled bitterly, picked it up and walked towards his rental house.

Back in the house, Zhou Yao was thinking about how to explain to his parents, while worried that the rent for this month would not be settled. After grabbing the scalp for a while, he calmly sat at the desk, intending to write the small script he thought of today before talking about it.

I took out the notebook I picked up today, opened the neutral pen I just bought, and Zhou Yao wrote it up:

A poor old man stood in front of the cigarette selling window, staring at the precious cigarettes that cost 100 yuan a pack.

The old man used his hand to sniff his pocket and sighed.

The salesperson pointed at the old man and said, "Uncle, this cigarette is quite expensive, I recommend it..."

"etc!"

The old man raised his hand and immediately stopped the salesperson's words and said softly: "Actually, I can afford this cigarette. In life, I still have to know a little enjoyment."

The old man immediately made a decision to buy a pack of good cigarettes.

The salesperson looked at him and laughed: "Yes, yes, yes, you must enjoy it when it's time to enjoy it!"

Just as the young lady was about to take out a cigarette worth 100 yuan a pack...

The old man handed out the money, bought a pack of Yuxi that cost ten yuan, threw the "Little Hongmei" that cost five yuan in his pocket into the trash can, turned around and walked out of the store with a chic manner. (There should be an inspiring bgm here)

Only the sales lady behind her was left with a confused look on her face.

over.

"OK! It's done! If this reversal is shot, it will definitely be effective!"

Zhou Yao said to himself.

"Gudu Gudu..."

Just when Zhou Yao was proud of his work, his stomach started to scream in disgrace.

When he opened the mobile app, he found that there were only two digits left in his coin wallet. He had to sigh and prepare to go downstairs to buy some instant noodles to satisfy his hunger.

"Dingdong, welcome."

As the annoying sound of entering the convenience store sounded, Zhou Yao thought about the instant noodles stand.

Just as he was swaying to choose which flavor, the voice of the young lady from the sales desk came over: "Hello, uncle, do you buy cigarettes?"

Zhou Yao looked at him squintly and saw a greasy uncle standing in front of the cigarette counter.

He didn't care much, so he took two buckets of instant noodles from the shelves and placed them behind the uncle to prepare for checkout.

The uncle kept pursing his pockets with his hands, and a murmuring sigh came from his mouth.

"Who is this person? I'm so slow to buy a pack of cigarettes!"

Zhou Yao was thinking in his heart.

Seeing the uncle swaying, the salesperson smiled and said, "Uncle, this cigarette is quite expensive, I recommend it..."

"etc!"

The old man raised his hand and stopped the salesperson from saying a word.

Zhou Yao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that he had seen this scene somewhere.

The uncle sighed and said softly: "Actually, I can afford this cigarette. In life, I still have to know how to enjoy it."

The salesperson quickly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you must enjoy it when it's time to enjoy..."

"What!?!!?"

For a moment, Zhou Yao stayed there, his head buzzed. Isn’t this exactly the same as the script he just wrote?

Just when the salesperson thought the uncle was going to buy a cigarette of 100 yuan, the uncle pointed his hand at the Yuxi cigarette that costs ten yuan a pack next to him.

After checking out and paying, the uncle threw his clothes back, took out a bag of cheaper "Little Hongmei" and threw it into the trash can next to him, leaving with ease.

"The light of the righteous path shines on the earth..."

The song that was being played in the store suddenly reached its climax.

The salesperson looked at the uncle's departure in a blind eye. He originally thought that what he called enjoyment was to buy a cigarette worth 100 yuan, but the result...
Chapter completed!