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Chapter 105 Complete the script

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    What Lin Qing said was indeed correct. At ten minutes before half past eleven, Lin Qing stopped the pen in his hand.  I flicked it, writing with a sore wrist.  Lin Qing looked at the fruits of her labor and showed a satisfied smile.  He can only do this for the script, the rest depends on everyone's hard work during the rehearsal.

    Seeing Lin Qing showing a relaxed smile, Han Dong closed the textbook in his hand, and asked in a doting voice, "Have you finished writing?"

    Hearing Han Dong's question, Zhang Shaoyang, who was playing a game on the upper bunk, and Liu Zhengjun, who was reading prose after writing calligraphy on the lower bunk, also raised their heads and looked at Lin Qing with shining eyes.  His eyes were full of anticipation.

    Lin Qing looked at Zhang Shaoyang and Liu Zhengjun amusedly. Those who knew the inside story were fine, knowing that they wanted to see the script they had completed earlier.  I don't know, I thought they were begging for something delicious.

    Passed the manuscript in his hand to Han Dong who was sitting beside him, and stretched himself.  He said lightly, "Okay, I know you guys want to see this, let's take it and watch it."

    As a result, Han Dong found that the script on the young man's hand was densely packed with traces of revisions, and occasionally small characters were added, which looked particularly messy.  Han Dong didn't dislike the chaotic writing of the young man. He knew how hard he had worked as a young man to complete the script he was holding now.

    In just five or six hours, it sounds very simple and easy to complete a drama script.  But when you actually write, you will find the difficulty.  This is not writing a composition, but a script that can be picked up and used directly. The difficulty can be imagined.

    Han Dong carefully looked at the script that Lin Qing handed him, on which there were scene layouts and background music carefully described by the young man.  Even what kind of movements the performers should use, the boy clearly described on the draft paper.  Not to mention, the dialogue between those actors.  Lin Qing's consideration is quite comprehensive, and the performers are not those who have experienced actors.  It's the immature students in their class, they don't have any acting foundation, nor any acting experience, all they have is a passion.  Although it is easy for them to be full of enthusiasm, it is also easy for the urban areas that are hit to lose confidence.  Lin Qing had to guard against this aspect, so he arranged every aspect carefully, just because he was afraid of this situation.  He has done his best, no matter what the outcome is, he has really done his best, and he only wants a clear conscience.

    Han Dong had to be proud of Lin Qing, although he didn't know how the script was written.  But Lin Qing's description has reached the point where there is no need to worry about the format of the script.  He believes that anyone who gets this script can understand how to shoot this drama.  If that person still doesn't know how to perform such a script, he can only sigh that there are indeed pig-like characters in this world.  Besides, the students in class one (1) of high school can be said to be the elite children of hd city, and none of them are stupid.  Not to mention being idiots, even those with an intermediate level may not be able to enter this legendary experimental class.

    Liu Zhengjun looked curiously at the corner of Han Dong's flying eyes, and seeing Han Dong's performance, Lin Qing's script was probably quite wonderful.  Liu Zhengjun's heart was a little itchy, and he wished he could immediately take the script from Han Dong's hand and take a good look at it himself.  This was the case with Liu Zhengjun, not to mention Zhang Shaoyang, who was already quite outgoing.

    Zhang Shaoyang was so anxious that he scratched his mouth and scratched his cheeks, and hurriedly said to Han Dong, "Han Dong, have you finished reading it? If you finish it, please show us the script."

    Han Dong looked up at Zhang Shaoyang, who was anxious, and Liu Zhengjun, who was calm on the surface but couldn't hide his anxiety in his eyes. He chuckled lightly and said, "Okay, I've finished reading it, so I'll leave it to you."

    Zhang Shaoyang remembered that he quickly took the script into his hands, while Liu Zhengjun remained calm on the surface.  I saw him say with a touch of reserve, "Thank you."

    Han Dong looked at Liu Zhengjun like this with some amusement, knowing that this could not be said to be Liu Zhengjun's hypocrisy, it's just that there are some things that have been kept from childhood to adulthood, and have been carved into his bones. He wanted to let go, but found that he couldn't let go.  up.

    After Zhang Shaoyang watched for a while, he couldn't stop laughing.  Liu Zhengjun also raised the corner of his mouth slightly.  When the two of them saw Han Dong watching it just now, their expressions did not change. They thought that the script of this drama was just a so-called serious drama as they usually saw.  But he didn't expect that Han Dong's face was paralyzed, and only after seeing it now did he realize how wonderful Lin Qing's writing was.

    It is said to be an adaptation of the script, but it does add the unique flavor of this era on the basis of the legend of "Blessed Lovers".  And it can also be seen that Lin Qing's writing is good.  Just look at the first paragraph, you can understand this feature.

    'A rainbow is blooming thousands of miles, and the butterflies are in pairs among the flowers.  Bandai Millennium??Not open, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai.  '

    A few simple words have already expressed the story of Liang Zhu to the fullest.  Although these few poems are still far from the poems of those ancient literati, how many people can write them in modern times.  Those poems comparable to ancient literati.  Lin Qing's writing to this level is already quite good, not to mention that Lin Qing is just a young boy who has just entered the first year of high school.  Anyway, Liu Zhengjun himself is from a scholarly family, so he can't write it himself.  ancient poetry.  It's not as easy as we thought, not just with words and sentences, but with rhymes and things like that.

    Besides, Lin Qing's handwriting is as delicate as his own temperament.  Sure enough, it is worthy of the old saying, words are like people.

    ?Looking at the dialogues written by Lin Qing, they are really ridiculous. Some Liu Zhengjun has never even heard of them, and he doesn't know how Lin Qing thought of them.  Anyway, now, Liu Zhengjun admired Lin Qing's five bodies, and he really had never seen such an all-round talent.  Sure enough, there are heaven and man outside the sky, is there someone outside the sky?  I used to be too proud of myself.  Liu Zhengjun thought secretly in his heart.

    If Liu Zhengjun is not that kind of proud person, he himself does not admit it. Although the scholarly temperament cultivated from childhood has perfectly demonstrated his own point, but Liu Zhengjun knows the pride engraved in his bones.  But now he realized that a real genius would not be so proud of himself, Lin Qing is very humble.  Growing up so big, Liu Zhengjun has never seen a young man like Lin Qing. He was successful at a young age, but he was not complacent, not pretending, but really felt that he was not a big deal, as if his achievements could be achieved by others  do this.

    It's no wonder Liu Zhengjun thought so, but Liu Zhengjun didn't know about Lin Qing's experience.  To be honest, Lin Qing is indeed not a genius. Everything he has is because he has lived 20 years longer than others. The experience during this period is his wealth more than others.  Lin Qing believes that if someone else is like him, twenty years later, if he returns to the present, he will definitely be better than him.  So Lin Qing felt that she was no big deal, and naturally she would not be proud of her achievements

    Early the next morning, Fu Peng came to the classroom.  Due to the need for morning self-study, all the students in the class have already expired. Some of them are reading English, and some are reciting Chinese textbooks, and they are required to recite articles.  Lin Qing sighed straight away, it really deserves to be the best class in the No. 1 Middle School in the city. If it was the No. 1 County No. 1 Middle School, everyone would probably be playing. How can there be students in the No. 1 City No. 1 Middle School who hurry up so much.

    Lin Qing has heard such a passage, if you want to become a rich man, go and associate with those rich people, if you associate with those beggars, you can only become a beggar, the level of your association has already determined your future achievements.

    But in Lin Qing's view, this is even more a manifestation of the environment's influence on people.  The environment you are in will subtly affect you and change you.

    And now Lin Qing is also looking at the classical Chinese texts on the Chinese textbooks. Since his previous life, Lin Qing has been particularly obsessed with ancient Chinese culture, and thinks they are particularly wonderful.  A word, in a different position, has a completely different meaning, and there are no pseudonyms, synonyms

    These always make Lin Qing intoxicated, unable to extricate himself.

    Looking at the performance of the students in the class, Fu Peng was obviously very satisfied.  This year's freshmen are even better than the previous ones. Of course, it is also possible that they were too stimulated by someone.

    Fu Peng looked amusedly at the young man who was concentrating on reciting the text.  He really had never seen such a young man who was successful at a young age, but calmly displayed a middle-aged man.  In him, there is no trace of the embarrassment that a young man should have.  Sometimes, he also doubts whether this is still a teenager.  But after observation, it was found that he would also fight with his peers. Fu Peng is also worthy of admiration, the boy's tutor is good.

    Only when he came to the boy's side did the boy realize his arrival.  Smiling softly, he said to the boy, "Student Lin Qing, have you finished writing the script for yesterday's play?"

    Lin Qing was concentrating on memorizing the classical Chinese, and was a little immersed in it, feeling unable to extricate himself.  But he found someone standing beside him. When he looked up, it was Fu Peng, the head teacher.  Lin Qing understood that it must be because of yesterday's script.  Sure enough, Fu Peng asked softly with a smile on his face, "Student Lin Qing, have you finished writing the script of yesterday's play?"

    Lin Qing nodded and replied, "The writing is finished, but it's a bit messy."

    Lin Qing was also a little embarrassed when he said it, but when he finished writing yesterday, it was almost time to turn off the lights, and there was no way to modify it, and he had to go to self-study this morning.  There is simply no time to spare to re-write a copy.  Originally, he planned to transcribe it at noon and give it to Fu Peng, but he wanted it now, and Lin Qing had no choice.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com)?There is no way.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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