Peng Hui never thought that he could write such a story in such a short period of time.

Such a poignant and touching story.

After reading this story, inspiration suddenly emerged like the Milky Way falling from the sky.

The sad and lingering lyrics, paired with the sad melody, appeared in my mind.

However, when Peng Hui wrote them out, he stopped inexplicably.

Looking at the lyrics under the pen tip, a feeling of irritation arises spontaneously.

"No! This doesn't feel right!" Peng Hui ruthlessly tore away all his hard work.

He looked at the previous story with sharp eyes, thinking crazily in his mind.

However, no matter how much he turned his brain and racked his brains, he could never write lyrics that satisfied him.

"What's the mistake?" Peng Hui pulled his hair irritably.

But what made him feel helpless was that he could never find a solution.

After a lot of trouble, Peng Hui reluctantly gave up.

He knew that the reason still lay with himself.

Although I wrote this story by chance, it is actually based on a prototype.

For example, that old man is actually Zhao Feng.

Although Zhao Feng did not explain why he had to leave the burlesque show and the apprenticeship to learn puppetry, Peng Hui guessed that the problem should lie in the sketches back then.

Although burlesque is close to drama in terms of performance type, it is actually closer to sketches nowadays.

This is also the reason why Mr. Yan created the classic image of "Zhang San" back then.

During the period at the beginning of the millennium, crosstalk and sketches were very popular in China.

In particular, cross talk was praised as the "art of language" by a group of young people at that time.

The sketch has also become an instant hit in the mainland with a series of excellent works.

But burlesque is just a local play.

It is neither as popular as Peking Opera or Huangmei Opera, nor as easy as other operas.

If you want to become famous like this, it will be extremely difficult.

Perhaps it was because of this that Zhao Feng decided to go out and try his luck.

Of course there were other things going on.

But it's not important.

In the end, Zhao Feng returned to the teacher's school shamelessly and could only be admitted to the puppet show class of the theater. After graduation, he stayed in school and became a teacher.

Although things may differ in specific details, the story is similar.

Of course, this is Peng Hui's guess.

It was based on this speculation that Peng Hui came up with this story.

Although the meaning is slightly different, the stories themselves are very similar.

But when it came to composing the song, Peng Hui encountered unimaginable difficulties.

In Peng Hui's opinion, this song should be a song that perfectly fits this story.

This is also the reason why he wrote this story.

But now, no matter how he writes, he can't write this song well from the perspective of an old man.

This is very troublesome.

After thinking about it for a long time, Peng Hui couldn't think of any solution.

On the contrary, it made my head almost explode.

He smiled bitterly and stopped thinking.

Peng Hui casually picked up the beer next to him, thought about it, and finally refused to drink it.

After repacking the beer, Peng Hui put away the pen and paper and returned to the dormitory.

In the next few days, Peng Hui seemed a little absent-minded.

Even the library, my favorite place to visit in the past, I no longer have the slightest interest in.

The only thing the whole person does is to be in a daze.

He knew that the problem still lay with him.

After all, he is only a sophomore in college and has only been studying music for less than half a year.

Under such circumstances, it would be extremely difficult to write a song!

This is not a question of smartness or not, this is knowledge accumulated over time!

Obviously, Peng Hui is weak in this aspect.

Despite the wry smile, it actually made him want to write a good song even more.

While he was thinking about something, a staff member there contacted him and he went for an interview the next day.

Only then did Peng Hui realize that the screenwriter of the movie he was going to film was back.

With a little curiosity and an increasingly helpless confusion, Peng Hui arrived at his destination the next day.

Qiwang office building.

After stating his intention to come, Peng Hui was confused when the young lady at the front desk actually showed a wishful expression.

If it was just puzzling before, when Peng Hui walked to the corporate floor of Qiyi.com, everyone he met showed expressions of regret.

It's like...

It was as if Peng Hui was going to be in bad luck.

Inexplicably, Peng Hui wanted to go to the toilet.

After confessing to the staff, Peng Hui went to the bathroom first.

"Huh..." After the third emergency, Peng Hui was about to leave, but suddenly he heard the content of two people chatting outside the door and stopped.

"Have you heard? Our screenwriter Xiao Ji Xiangtian is back!"

"Xiao Ji Xiangtian? Is that... the strange screenwriter?"

"That's right! It's that very 'demon' screenwriter!"

"Hey, brother, is he...what?"

"Are you asking about 'demon'?"

"right."

"have no idea."

"I don't know? Isn't he a man?"

"With his appearance, does it make sense to say this?"

"Uh - okay, but brother, why is he a 'demon'?"

"You just came here, and you don't know yet, but our crew has actually been preparing for it a long time ago."

"Eh? Now that you've made preparations, why don't you start filming?"

"Can't take a picture."

"What's the meaning?"

"The previous male lead had poor acting skills and was not in line with Xiao Ji Xiangtian's preferences, so he was replaced directly."

"Replaced? That's the male lead! We're not in Europe or the United States. I remember that the previous male lead was still a popular young star."

"What a bastard! You have to have acting skills but no acting skills, and you have to have strength but no strength. How dare you come to act with a bunch of low-life things?"

"Don't worry about others. At least they are more famous than you. You can't deny this, right?"

"Tch...if I had someone to support me behind my back, I would definitely be much better than those male actors!"

"Haha." The eldest brother smiled, not commenting on the younger brother's pride.

"By the way, brother, you haven't told me yet why the screenwriter has so much power?"

"This starts from what happened before."

"I'm all ears."

"Let me just say a few words." The elder brother said with a smile: "The previous male protagonist had good makeup, but he was not liked by the screenwriter. However, that male protagonist is from the sponsor's father, so he made the announcement "With me or without him"

(Xiao Jixiangtian), he or she doesn’t have my slogan.”

"In the end, the screenwriter counterattacked?"

"Something happened before the new screenwriter came."

"Something happened? What happened?"

"First, the official hat of a certain empress was wiped out. Secondly, the male protagonist was seriously injured and is still lying in the hospital. Others had problems one after another, and this situation continued until the screenwriter came again.

Get back to work."

"Hey... so evil!" the boy exclaimed.

Peng Hui in the toilet was also completely frightened.
Chapter completed!