Lou Xiaoxiao was very interested in picking clothes for Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi always felt that she had become the doll in her hand.

After changing many different styles in succession, Lou Xiaoxiao was still in great mood. It was not until Zhou Yi reminded that the live broadcast time was almost up that Lou Xiaoxiao stopped reluctantly.

Finally, Zhou Yi was wearing a British-style plaid shirt and cropped pants, and a small black round hat. She was exquisitely matched and looked quite intellectual and elegant.

A very comfortable feeling surrounded the whole body again, just like a long time in the hustle and bustle of the city, suddenly came to the beautiful mountains and rivers, and every cell was breathing.

As soon as the live broadcast started in the evening, its popularity reached more than 100,000 yuan. Lou Xiaoxiao started singing again. Zhou Yi beat her next to her, which quickly heated up the atmosphere.

"I heard that some enthusiastic friends uploaded yesterday's live video on B station and made wonderful edits for Yiyi 36 Killing Chicken. Let's take a look together!" After the singing session, Lou Xiaoxiao opened B station, searched for the corresponding video, and started playing.

The entire video was edited for only three minutes and twenty seconds, and was rendered in color, accompanied by passionate BGM. From the airport landing, every kill was printed on the music beat, erasing most of the invalid information and creating a super blockbuster feel.

From the airport to the bridge, from airdrops to the final circle, the sniper rifle was fatal, extreme counterattack, poison counterattack, and the final smoke bomb won. The message of the 36th kill jumped out together with "Good luck to eat chicken tonight" and finally ended.

“6666!”

"Miss Yiyi is so handsome! I have become a fan!"

"So amazing!"

The atmosphere in the entire live broadcast room also ignited, and many fans who missed the first live broadcast yesterday kept using barrage to vent their excitement.

"Hehe, the chicken-eating starts tonight again, I'm going to start the performance!" Lou Xiaoxiao and Zhou Yi started a sweet double row again. The matching value of the two has increased a lot, and the box essence and couriers have decreased significantly. However, there are ten double rows in one night, Zhou Yi and Lou Xiaoxiao still eat chicken five times.

If you don’t choose a more granular way of playing for the sake of live broadcast effect, the chicken-eating rate can continue to rise.

"Looking at Miss Yiyi's first perspective is really pleasing to the eye, the rhythm is so good, everything is in control!"

"It's so fun to eat chicken, the anchor is so beautiful, I've followed it!"

That night, the popularity of the live broadcast room was stable at about 500,000, and the attention was more than 100,000. From the number of barrage and gifts, it was no less than that of some million-dollar anchors.

After Lou Xiaoxiao was off, she rested, while Zhou Yi began to practice immortality every day.

Only when it is late at night and people are quiet will Zhou Yi's inspiration burst out, and his writing efficiency is much higher than usual. This is naturally a bad habit of working and rest, but it is difficult to adjust.

He did not continue to code "Director's Life". Anyway, there were more than 20,000 words of manuscripts left. Zhou Yi was half lying on the bed, holding the notebook recorded during the day in his hand, and began to think about the script.

There was a cup of warm boiled water on the bedside table. Zhou Yi picked up the teacup with his fair and slender fingers and took a sip.

Without changing into women's clothing, Zhou Yi's brain was running very quickly, and sparks of inspiration burst out from his mind from time to time, and was quickly recorded in the notebook in his hand.

The originally trivial clues were combined together, and a complete story gradually emerged.

This is a story about redemption. A young woman who was terminally ill and chose to teach in the last time of her life. She divorced her parents and depended on each other in a remote mountain village. A 13-year-old junior high school girl saved each other.

Zhou Yi returned to the computer, created a new blank document, and started typing on the keyboard.

Creating is a very painful thing. Creating a world of one's own in nothingness requires talent and experience. A little bit of cavities can make people feel uncomfortable.

Creation is a very happy thing. Create a world of one's own in nothingness. When you have worked hard for hundreds of tribulations and finally completed, a sense of accomplishment and happiness will fill your heart.

Zhou Yi was just an ordinary creator, and pain and happiness were born together, and perhaps there was more pain; now he was in women's clothing, but his writing thoughts were like a spring, and the happiness of his creation far exceeded pain.

When he saw the sky and clouds outside the window again, Zhou Yi stood up from the computer. The 40,000-word document, the script called "Hope" had been completed.

The script is not a novel. Apart from the three elements of time, place, and characters, there are only dialogues and dialogues.

However, the script can still demonstrate the screenwriter's literary skills, plot shaping and character images all appear in these lines.

"Hope" is a simple story. Even hundreds of thousands of dollars can't be shot. There are only two main characters, but the whole story is quite touching. At least Zhou Yi was very satisfied after watching it himself.

This is the best script he has created so far.

Taking off the women's clothing, Zhou Yi put the clothes into the washing machine in a complicated mood.

Women's clothing is a magic medicine, which gives him endless possibilities;

Women's clothing is poison, opening the door to a new world.

Perhaps, I will never be able to get rid of it in this life.

A sigh.

"What? The script has been completed? Are you a quick gunner? Don't mess it up? Okay, Tao Ranju will be there at noon, so let me show it!" Director Sun's angry voice came from the phone.

After putting down the phone and making an appointment with Sun Qingtong in the old place, Zhou Yi believed that "Hope" would satisfy her.

"There is still a date today?" Lou Xiaoxiao pouted: "Okay, Zhou Yi, you are so charming now!"

Still the same place by the window of Tao Ranju, the first thing Sun Qingtong did after arriving was to stretch out his hand: "Where is the script?"

She actually had emotions in her heart. Although Zhou Yi was asked to speed up the script, it was impossible to get it done in one day?

After all, this is her first feature film from Sun Qingtong. Although the funds are only a few hundred thousand, it cannot be so perfunctory!

However, when she got the script of "Hope", she was soon attracted by the story, one page after another, slowly flipping through and keeping looking back.

Zhou Yi has become accustomed to it and ordered lunch first. Sun Qingtong, who is in work, is extremely focused. No matter how big the outside world is, it will not interfere with her.

Until two o'clock in the afternoon, Sun Qingtong finally finished reading "Hope", which only had 40,000 words.

She raised her head and looked at Zhou Yi carefully, as if she had seen him for the first time.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yi was a little unnatural when he was seen.

"You seem to be much more handsome? Just returned from South Korea?" Sun Qingtong asked suddenly.

"How is it possible? There is no recovery period for plastic surgery yet? Besides, am I that kind of person? I have always been so handsome!"
Chapter completed!