After getting off the bus, several people came to a very high-end hotel.

Shen Xing led Fang Jin, Mo Xiaoyun, and Xie Huangbao, who was still sulking, into a luxurious and quiet private room.

After ordering the meal, I talked about it for a while and finally started talking about the serious business.

Shen Xing cleared his throat and said to the other party, "I won't talk much, let's get to the point."

Fang Jin gnawed the chicken feet: "Oh? What's the matter?"

Shen Xing is a very direct person. He took out a script ordered from A4 paper and handed it to Fang Jin, saying, "I'll just say it simply. I want to make a movie and plan to buy the copyright of the song "Farewell" in your hand..."

Fang Jin refused: "No sell!"

Shen Xing was stunned. Unexpectedly, Fang Jin would refuse so decisively, and hurriedly said: "The price I gave is definitely very generous..."

Fang Jin was a little impatient: "I said I won't sell it!"

Shen Xing was silent for a moment.

Sure enough, how could people who can make such songs value money?

But Shen Xing was not willing to accept it. He always pursued perfection for his movies, so he changed his route and said, "Master Fang, why don't you read the script first? This is a good story and it is definitely worthy of farewell!"

"No matter how good I match, I can't sell songs!"

Even though he said so, Fang Jin still opened the script and started reading while gnawing on the chicken's claws.

The script tells a modern story: a guy who has been practicing martial arts in the mountains since he was a child was kicked out of the mountain because he killed his fiancée by mistake. He was very unaccustomed to modern society and was deceived into the killer organization by bad people. In a short time, he became the gold medal killer in the industry.

On a very ordinary day, he met a little girl who was about to be killed. By a stranger, he rescued the little girl. Unexpectedly, the little girl was carrying a deep hatred for blood. After the little girl learned that he was a very awesome killer, she insisted on learning the skills of killing with him. After he struggled and hesitated, he planned to teach the little girl the skills of killing...

Seeing this, Fang Jin's movement of gnawing the chicken's claws stopped for a moment.

Why is this a bit like this killer not too cold?

Fang Jin continued to watch.

After learning his talent, the little girl expanded and broke into the enemy's base alone, but she was caught by no means unexpectedly. At the critical moment...

Fang Jin spitted a mouthful of chicken bones.

Without reading the next story, Fang Jin could also guess: the little girl was rescued by him and the two went home. As a result, the enemy came to the door and he sacrificed himself to let the little girl escape.

But this is the original plot of the killer.

The script Fang Jin was holding at this time ended with this: the little girl was rescued by him, and at the same time, he killed all the little girl's enemies. The two lived happily together. However, not long after, the people from the mountain gate found him and brought him back to the deep mountains. When the two parted, the little girl sang a nice song...

Fang Jin closed the script and didn't know what to say.

As a qualified movie fan, Fang Jin has watched the movie "This Killer Is Not Cold" many times.

Among them, Lyon's death has always made Fang Jin feel regret and sad. He really wants this movie to have a good ending, such as: Lyon showed his might and killed all Mathil's enemies. The two lived together forever, and the two stayed at the age of 12 forever...

But……

Fang Jin returned the script to Shen Xing and shook his head.

Shen Xing frowned: "What does shaking his head mean? Or are you not planning to sell it?"

"I said, I can't sell songs. But I shook my head but didn't say I didn't sell songs..." Fang Jin looked at Shen Xing's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I think this script is not good and there is a lot of room for improvement..."

"Hmph!" Shen Xing's face suddenly became ugly: "There is no need for Master Fang to comment on my script. He has a specialty in his profession. Do you think you know more about making movies than me?"

Fang Jin shook his head: "I can't make movies, I just said that this script can be changed."

Shen Xing sneered and mocked: "Master Fang thinks, how should we change it? "

At the dining table, the atmosphere became weird.

Xie Huangbao opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him, but just as he was about to speak, Shen Xing raised his hand to stop him. When he thought of Fang Jin's impolite behavior, Xie Huangbao stopped talking.

Mo Xiaoyun obediently put down the elbow in his hand and looked at Shen Xing pitifully.

Shen Xing softened his heart in an instant. He smiled at Mo Xiaoyun kindly, then raised a glass of juice, and the other party signaled: "Let's stop talking about this. If you don't sell the song, don't sell it. If you don't sell it, benevolence will be. I will use juice instead of wine, and I will do one first."

After saying that, I was bored.

Fang Jin raised his cup silently and did it too.

Seeing this, Xie Huangbao followed one.

The atmosphere on the court was no longer dull, and the few people started to chat, but they all knew very well that they did not mention the script.

At the dinner table, the more Shen Xing looked at Mo Xiaoyun, the more he liked her. Her cuteness and liveliness, her generous and cheerfulness, and the coldness she inadvertently revealed made Shen Xing involuntarily combine Mo Xiaoyun's image with the heroine of her movie. He was surprised to find that the two were very suitable.

Shen Xing said to Mo Xiaoyun with a smile: "Xiaoyun, do you like watching movies?"

Mo Xiaoyun puffed her cheeks and said vaguely: "I used to like watching it, but I haven't seen it now."

Shen Xing was curious: "Oh? Why don't you watch it now?"

Fang Jin continued on the side: "Because our family doesn't have a TV, we can't watch it."

Shen Xing and Xie Huangbao were stunned for a moment.

No TV?

Who still watches TV now? Don’t they all watch on mobile phones and computers? They are both convenient and can watch whatever they want.

Mo Xiaoyun added: "We don't even have a cell phone at home."

Shen Xing was surprised: "Are you primitive people? Then what do you usually do?"

Mo Xiaoyun thought for a moment and said, "I practice singing, my brother writes singing."

Shen Xing and Xie Huangbao were shocked.

Is this so pure? What kind of god is this!

Fang Jin waved his hand and said, "Children talk nonsense, how can I be so idle? I usually go to work and make money, otherwise we would have starved to death."

Shen Xing asked: "Master Fang, do you really don't have a cell phone?"

Fang Jin spread his hands: "No."

Shen Xing widened his eyes: "Then how do you contact others usually..."

Shen Xing stopped talking because he suddenly thought that the great immortal in front of him had always been out of touch. If he wanted to find him, he could only rely on luck.

Xie Huangbao looked at Fang Jin with respect in his eyes.

Look, this is the real person who makes music!

So pure, in order to create good works, he is willing to be isolated from the world.

Fang Jin raised his cup, took a sip of juice, and swallowed a sip of unknown bitterness.

In fact, it is not that Fang Jin doesn’t want to use his mobile phone. As the three good young man in the new century, he can’t even survive without his mobile phone.

So when he came to this world and got his first salary, he bought a mobile phone.

But somehow, after getting the phone, Fang Jin was very disgusted with the feeling that he could be disturbed at any time and anywhere, and even became disgusted with the vast amount of information on the Internet, and even fear.

Because he seemed to see that behind every message on the Internet, there was a person standing, and everyone was staring at him with malicious intentions and smiling.

This made Fang Jin unable to sleep even when he was sleeping. Even if he turned off his phone and closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the creepy smile.

Sneer, laugh, ridicule, smirk, sneer, grim...

The dark cell phone is like Pandora's magic box, and it contains all the pain in the world.

Once the screen was lit, countless screams pierced into Fang Jin's mind like awls.

That night, Fang Jin shouted wildly, throwing the phone he had just bought far away, and then stopped the cold sweat all over his body.

So, Fang Jin decided not to use his cell phone.

Not just a cell phone, he began to subconsciously avoid all electronic objects, computers, TVs, phones, etc. that can be connected.

This is no longer a social fear, it is severe autism.

But it is difficult for Fang Jin to change all this because this body is not his own.

Yes, there is a guy hidden in this body.


Chapter completed!