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Chapter 75 Peking Opera

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    The online melon-eaters were cursing and swearing, and they sweared at Song Xiaolan's drama, but when they saw the beauty of the male lead, they forgot that Rococo was a junior, and began to praise Song Xiaolan's looks.

    Ah Chen and the others saw the direction of the wind, immediately bought a marketing account, and posted a large number of high-definition beautiful photos of Song Xiaolan and "passerby photos".  In just half a month, Song Xiaolan's Weibo has grown from tens of thousands of fans to five million.  This speed of increasing fans made Zhao Yi willing to bow down.

    Song Xiaolan's reaction to the sudden increase in comments was very indifferent.  He knew very well that this was Yan Fan, and it took no effort to get it.  What he wants is to gain followers who are artistic, who understand acting and his acting skills, just like his parents.

    *

    Early this morning, when Song Xiaolan got up, Zhao Yi had just bought some breakfast.

    While changing her shoes, Zhao Yi said, "The weather is really hot. I bought some things for you by the way. You can use them when you enter the group. I don't know how many mosquitoes you get in the suburbs. You are so delicate and tender.  Make big bucks."

    Song Xiaolan's next play is a Republic of China drama. The set is divided into Shanghai and Beijing. Today, she joined the team and will shoot the Peking scene first.

    Zhao Yi bought breakfast downstairs, then turned into the supermarket and bought a lot of mosquito repellent spray for Song Xiaolan.

    Song Xiaolan had just finished washing, her hair on her forehead was wet and still dripping.  The loose pajamas hung on him, giving off an elegant taste.

    He looked at Zhao Yi who was muttering on the shoe cabinet, feeling a little dazed.

    It's hard to say, like an old couple, but it's very unreal.

    Zhao Yi was wearing hot pants and a thin T-shirt, and walked towards Song Xiaolan with breakfast.

    Song Xiaolan frowned immediately when she saw it, took the breakfast from Zhao Yi's hand, and spoke very quietly but clearly.

    "Buy a breakfast, why are you dressed like this?"

    Zhao Yi looked left and right, looked up and down, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her, so she asked casually, "Will you take a taxi by yourself later?"

    "Um."

    Song Xiaolan was blatantly angry.  After laying out the breakfast, Zhao Yi didn't help pull up the chair, and sat down to eat by himself.

    Zhao Yi didn't care, and went to the kitchen to wash her hands.

    The kitchen is very clean and has a breath of life, all because of Song Xiaolan.

    As soon as Zhao Yi entered the kitchen, his mind was full of the back of Song Xiaolan cooking soup.

    Unknowingly, Song Xiaolan had completely entered Zhao Yi's life.

    This is not a good thing.

    Zhao Yi was slightly taken aback, she was a little flustered, she hurriedly finished washing with her head down, and left the kitchen.

    "Is it cold?" Zhao Yi asked Song Xiaolan.

    Song Xiaolan ate very politely, she didn't speak or chew, and her mouth was closed.

    Zhao Yi is different, take a deep-fried dough stick, bite it down, and one-third of it will be gone.

    Song Xiaolan didn't raise her eyes, "It's hot."

    Zhao Yi knew that he was losing his temper, although he didn't like it, but there was nothing to do, so he still had to coax him.  Poured him a glass of milk, sprinkled it with chopped nuts, and pushed it to him.

    "Drink some milk, I consumed a lot last night."

    Song Xiaolan almost choked on the steamed stuffed bun that she had just shaken off, and her ears turned red all over her face.

    Last night, the erotic scene screamed in Song Xiaolan's mind, especially Zhao Yi's cry, which could kill all his sanity.

    Song Xiaolan swallowed the mouthful of steamed stuffed bun with difficulty, and looked up at Zhao Yi.

    On Zhao Yi's charming face, his expression was solemn, but his eyes couldn't hide the fascination.  When she first started, she looked at Song Xiaolan in the morning light, and she already didn't want to eat breakfast.

    Lust is something that cannot be fed to a lovely person.

    Song Xiaolan was very angry, but she was used to it, so she didn't answer her words, and answered very seriously: "It's been six months since I joined the group, and I drink so much, it's useless."

    When Zhao Yi heard it, she was excited, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "You have five million fans now! After joining the group, there will be many actresses surrounding you."

    "Here, if you"

    Song Xiaolan doesn't like this kind of joke, especially when it comes from Zhao Yi's mouth.  He frowned slightly, put down his chopsticks, and stared at Zhao Yi with a pair of cold eyes.

    Zhao Yi stopped talking immediately, stopped talking, and moved the milk in front of her, and drank it leisurely.  Her pretending to be leisurely was so obvious that she wanted to whistle.

    In the relationship between the two, Song Xiaolan has the upper hand most of the time, but occasionally she can have the upper hand.

    Song Xiaolan was laughing in her heart, laughing at Zhao Yi's strong appearance, domineering and cute, and it belonged to him.

    *

    After the two of them had breakfast, they felt tired again.After a while, Zhao Yi sent Song Xiaolan to his apartment.  After a while, Ah Chen came, and the two drove to the set.

    Zhao Yi returned to the studio and began to choose scripts.

    Luo Keke did not resign, and her emotional condition remained good. She no longer dared to cry in front of Zhao Yi.

    There are a lot of scripts piled up on the desk in Zhao Yi's office, with all kinds of themes.

    "Are there any new ones?" Zhao Yi asked Rococo.

    Rococo flipped through the scripts on the table and pointed, "This one is new, it's about Peking Opera, I think you should like it."

    When Zhao Yi heard Peking Opera, her eyes lit up, she picked up the script and quickly flipped through a few pages, then raised her head and asked Rococo: "Have you watched it?"

    Rococo: "I've seen it. From the theme to the plot, I can score 80 points. How about it? Let's discuss it?"

    Zhao Yi has always had a special liking for the quintessence of Chinese culture, otherwise, how could she have provoked Song Xiaolan the second time she saw her.  At this moment, she is like a wolf that has been hungry for a long time finding its prey, the light in her eyes is obsession.

    "Okay, let's have a meeting."

    Zhao Yi chose a script she was satisfied with. It was so rare. Luo Keke was also happy. She walked out of the office with the script, clapped her hands twice, and cleared her throat, "It's a meeting! There is a project!"

    When the planners heard it, they were also happy, and they were alive again, and rushed to the conference room to gather.

    *

    In the conference room, everyone began to express their views on the plot.  Zhao Yi sat on the side as usual, with her legs crossed, drinking coffee.

    "The male lead came from a humble background and was forced into the theater. He doesn't love Peking opera at all, but in order to make a living, he forced himself to improve his skills step by step and abandon love. How inspiring!"

    "I suggest changing it here. The male protagonist was born in a scholarly family. He was obsessed with opera since he was a child, but he fell into the middle of his family and had no choice but to enter the theater. But he improved his skills because he liked it. He wants to pass on Peking opera. This is touching!"

    "But this plot is too vulgar!"

    "Isn't that simple? We highlighted the friendship between the brothers. One is extremely talented and crazy about opera; the other is because of the needs of making a living, working hard and abandoning love; the two brothers have a rift because of a woman, and finally  Take two different paths in life."

    Everyone had a heated discussion, and each had a good idea. Zhao Yi listened with gusto.

    Rococo turned to her and asked, "Director Zhao, what's your opinion?"

    Zhao Yi smiled, "We haven't finished discussing this yet, so I'll listen first."

    Rococo frowned, annoyed her the most, but he didn't care, turned his head to interrupt everyone's divergent discussion.

    "Let me say a few words, the script can't be generalized, the screenwriter must be respected, let's focus on the core of the story and discuss how to improve the height of the plot, ok?"

    "Then follow the direction of the script. This is a patriotic drama. Isn't the format too big? I suggest changing it to a literary drama appropriately. The central idea is that artists are working hard to inherit Peking Opera."

    "I agree, once patriotic dramas are used, our audience will lose a lot of female audiences. I think this is not good."

    Zhao Yi moved her chair and said with a smile: "Everyone's opinions are very good, do you want to hear mine?"

    Everyone nodded.

    Zhao Yi stroked the broken hair around the ears, then stood up, came to the whiteboard, took a pen, and began to draw the relationship between the characters.

    She only needs to read the outline of the script to figure out the relationship between characters and the logic of the story.  Everyone in the studio admired it.

    After a while, the relationship between the characters jumped on the whiteboard.

    Zhao Yi looked as usual, very serious, "There are not many characters in the script, and the relationship between the characters is simple. There are no officers at the top and no party affiliation at the bottom. It cannot constitute a patriotic drama."

    Everyone suddenly realized and nodded.

    Zhao Yi also said some of her own opinions, and the final conclusion was that she should not make patriotic dramas.

    Rococo was the first to object to her.

    "Drama of the Republic of China, if you don't follow the patriotic route, the emotional line is too thin, not enough to watch!"

    A trace of uncertainty flashed in Zhao Yi's eyes, "Do you think I can take such serious subjects well?"

    This can overwhelm the Rococo question.

    Zhao Yi said again: "Didn't you tell me that the current audience likes light themes? Let me not shoot so obscurely, how can this be full of self-confidence, dare to make me afraid of patriotic themes."

    After finishing speaking, he smiled lightly.

    Rococo couldn't talk to her again, so he had to give in. Everyone finally decided to respect the original script, follow the literary route, and focus on the inheritance of the quintessence of China.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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