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Chapter 395: The Script That Was Rushed to Finish

Legend has it that Li Bai could compose a hundred poems after drinking a bucket of wine.

Legend has it that Xue Hong liked to drink while writing, and after finishing his drinks, he would write tens of thousands of words.

But as it turns out, it's not true that everyone is better at writing when they're half-drunk.

That night, Cao Sheng, half-drunk, wrote "Crazy Stone." The more he wrote, the less his mind worked, and as he wrote, he couldn't remember the plot of the original "Crazy Stone."

No matter how hard I try, I can't remember clearly.

My mind is blank; it feels like my brain cells are numbed by alcohol.

So he pushed the keyboard in front of him, closed his eyes, leaned back in his computer chair and began to doze off, soon emitting soft snoring.

……

Same night.

By the window of a hotel room, Fan Jinshuo held a bottle of mineral water, staring blankly at the night outside, his mind filled with thoughts of Cao Sheng.

Because she failed to win Cao Sheng's heart tonight, Feng Xiaogang became much colder towards her. She repeatedly asked him about the female lead they had agreed on, but Feng Xiaogang didn't answer a single question.

She felt that her trip to Huizhou had been in vain.

The powerful figure she longed to cling to had appeared before her, but she hadn't managed to secure it.

It was like a dream, a mirage.

Although it was late at night, she woke up from her dream.

"Why? Why? Am I not pretty?"

She looked up and asked the bright moon in the night sky.

The moon is silent.

"why?"

She then asked about the streetlights, which flickered, but she did not understand their meaning.

Reason told her that she should leave Huizhou tomorrow.

But she still felt a sense of resentment. She had clearly seen Cao Sheng and had a chance to get close to him, but she missed the opportunity. How could she accept that?
Gradually, a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes.

Many people think she's not very smart just because she's pretty.

In fact, she has always enjoyed using her brain.

Especially in interpersonal relationships, she always has a keen sense of finding opportunities.

She felt that just because Cao Sheng wasn't interested in her tonight didn't mean he wouldn't be interested tomorrow night or the night after...

Maybe it's because my style of dress tonight isn't to his liking?

Thinking of this, she looked down at the red dress she was wearing.

She decided to try a different style tomorrow.

He's still a college student, so maybe he likes girls who are innocent and pure.

I can be innocent too!

She thought to herself.

……

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Cao Sheng woke up.

He went to bed in the middle of the night, and when he woke up, he felt he had slept enough and didn't want to stay in bed any longer.

After getting up and washing up, I went downstairs to find breakfast.

He knew that breakfast stalls usually opened very early, so he should be able to get food by now.

Sure enough, when we arrived at the school gate, breakfast stalls were already set up, and the stall owners were busy with their own things. Some elderly men and women had already come to buy breakfast.

Cao Sheng bought a basket of xiaolongbao (soup dumplings) from one stall, a bowl of tofu pudding from another, and a pancake from yet another. Then he found a folding table, sat down, and started eating.

The December mornings are chilly. But sitting at an open-air stall, enjoying a hot breakfast in the early light of dawn is a unique kind of pleasure.

The air is fresh, the streets are quiet, and the breakfast is delicious.

Breathing in the cool, fresh air, he felt his mind was much clearer than usual.

Last night, while I was half-drunk, I couldn't recall the movie plot at all, but now, just by thinking about it, I remember it.

So, after returning to the dormitory...

He brewed himself a pot of tea, turned on his computer, and opened the script document he had created the night before. In this early morning when many people were still asleep, he began typing away, and lines of text appeared on the keyboard.

The overall plot of "Crazy Stone" is actually quite simple.

It was a gem that suddenly appeared, arousing the greed in many people's hearts, making them want to possess it, which led to a series of hilarious and absurd stories.

What's most special about this movie isn't the plot.

Rather, it's the comedic effect created by the collision of seemingly unrelated plots within a multi-narrative film structure.

For example, when an international thief arrives in this unfamiliar city and tries to buy a rope, he encounters a dishonest merchant who sells him a rope that is not the right size. As a result, when he tries to steal a gem, the rope is not long enough, and he is just a little short of getting the gem that is within reach.

For example: A car parked on the side of the road has one wheel running over a manhole cover. Inside the car, a couple is having an affair. Meanwhile, a man named Hei Pi, who is trying to escape through the sewer, is unable to get out because the manhole cover at the exit is blocked by the wheel.

and many more.

The comedic style of this film is clearly different from the comedic style that Feng Xiaogang is good at.

More often, it's the plot conflicts that create a silent comedic effect.

Feng Xiaogang's strength lies in the comedic effect he creates through witty banter and the use of dialogue.

But Cao Sheng wasn't worried that Feng Xiaogang couldn't direct this kind of comedy.

In the original timeline, Feng Xiaogang was not content to only make comedies; he also made tragedies, which were quite good.

Cao Sheng has always felt that Feng Xiaogang's comedic style was mainly influenced by Wang Shuo's script style.

Wang Shuo was a native of the capital, possessing the typical Beijing trait of being quick-witted and eloquent.

This characteristic is naturally reflected in his scriptwriting style.

Feng Xiaogang's early comedies were almost all scripted by Wang Shuo, so it was inevitable that the film style was influenced by the script.

Later, when Feng Xiaogang stopped working with Wang Shuo, the style of the films changed drastically.

Therefore, Cao Sheng believed that Feng Xiaogang could handle "Crazy Stone".

Amidst the clatter of typing, the sky outside the window grew brighter and brighter. Gradually, the sounds of footsteps and voices could be heard from downstairs, and occasionally, noises could be heard from the neighbors next door.

Cao Sheng glanced at the sky outside the window, pursed his lips, silently opened the music player on his computer, randomly selected "Star Wish," set it to loop, put on his headphones, and blocked out the outside world.

Taking advantage of his current good condition, he made the most of the time to continue perfecting the script.

I didn't pay much attention to the script format; I wrote it like a novel, using straightforward language to narrate the whole story first.

It was also because he didn't pay attention to script format that he wrote so quickly.

I can type more than 2,000 words in an hour.

By 8:30 a.m., his script had already reached more than 11,000 words.

Some of it was written last night while I was half-drunk.

At this point, he finally wrote out the entire plot of the movie.

He habitually saved what he had written, then relaxed and leaned back in his chair, looking at the text he had just written while picking up the teapot next to him and gulping down a few mouthfuls.

He was too lazy to change the script's format.

Anyway, now it's Feng Xiaogang begging him for the script.

He planned to take a short break, make some minor revisions, and then the script would be finished.

(End of this chapter)