My wife is in my arms

Chapter 468 The Wind Rises at Nineteen
A very old movie.

Zhang You remembered that it was a movie from 1998, but it had a high rating. The key was that he could still roughly recall the plot of the movie, a story about truth and falsehood.

Push open that door, and outside lies the real world.

Ironically, this very real world is a place many people want to escape from.

So this is also a story of self-exploration and growth. Since he remembered this movie, Zhang You hurriedly turned around and went into the study. Zhang Yi, who was chatting with Jiang Yiren, looked at Zhang You's behavior with a strange expression.

First she went to the second bedroom, then turned around and hurriedly ran into the study.

Jiang Yiren noticed her husband's strange behavior, and then... she thought of the movie "Goodbye Mr. Loser" and wondered to herself, "Is he writing a script again?!"

With this question in mind, Jiang Yiren was about to continue talking to Zhang Yi when she noticed Zhang Yi looking at the study with a surprised expression. Jiang Yiren awkwardly explained, "He's probably writing a script."

That night, my husband held it in for ages, managing to come up with the movie title "Goodbye Mr. Loser" and the female lead's name, Ma Dongmei. He also managed to come up with... something else. After squatting in the bathroom for almost twenty minutes, nearly clogging the toilet, he was left with nothing.

Now again... it's clear her husband still hasn't given up!

"Writing a script!?"

Zhang Yi was stunned.

"Maybe... perhaps!"

Jiang Yiren gave a dry laugh.

She admitted that her husband was very talented in music, and he had proven it with his own abilities, but the script... Jiang Yiren was really worried that her husband would go to the bathroom again and stay there for another twenty minutes.

The other night he was squatting so hard his legs kept going numb, and he even asked her to come in and help him. He shouldn't do that tonight... after all, his best friend is still here!
Clearly, even if her husband doesn't admit it, Jiang Yiren is certain that her husband was provoked by what Director Han said that day, so he also wanted to create a script to prove himself.

Jiang Yiren was happy that her husband was so ambitious, but he was too ambitious. He could write lyrics, compose music, and even write screenplays. If her husband could do all that, she would have to keep having children after she gave birth to her twins.

Too much talent, too few successors—how can this be acceptable?!
"I gonna go see"

talking.

Zhang Yi stood up from the sofa and walked directly to the study.

Zhang Youhui's ability to write lyrics and compose music was already a surprise to her. If he could even write scripts, then her best friend's suffering over the past ten years was not only not unjust, but also very worthwhile.

Once the script is written, investment is made, and if it becomes a huge hit, it directly enters the ranks of capital, and this kind of capital is multi-talented, which is more powerful than ordinary capital.

"After taking a shower"

Jiang Yiren spoke.

You wash first.

Zhang Yi's voice came through, saying, "Call me when you're done washing."

"All right!"

Jiang Yiren responded.

As long as her husband didn't hold it in until he had to go to the toilet like that night, Jiang Yiren didn't care. Even if her husband's writing was bad and Zhang Yi laughed at him, she wouldn't feel ashamed. Being able to sing, write lyrics, and compose music was enough to save face for her. As for the rest, if he wrote well... that would be a pleasant surprise, and if he didn't write well, there was nothing to say.

When Zhang Yi entered the study, he saw Zhang You typing on the computer keyboard at a fairly fast pace.

Zhang You glanced up at her but didn't pay her any attention. He was in a good mood and planned to write more in one go, aiming to finish the script of "The Truman Show" within a week, and then take it to the company to discuss the investment ratio with Lin Bao'er.

Standing next to Zhang You, Zhang Yi looked at the computer screen. After a while, Zhang Yi exclaimed in surprise, "Are you really writing a script, or a movie?!"

"Okay," Zhang You replied casually, adding, "Once it's finished, I'll invite you to play the lead role."

"..."

Zhang Yi pursed her lips and didn't bother Zhang You any further.

She didn't take Zhang You's words to heart. Not to mention the lead role in a movie, she had only just started to get the lead role in a TV series when it came to an abrupt end.

So even if Zhang Youzhen wrote it, let alone whether any production company would be willing to invest, even if they were, they wouldn't invite her to play the lead role.

However, she was quite pleased that Zhang You could say such a thing; at least this guy still had a conscience.

Putting aside the quality of the script, Zhang Yi noticed that Zhang You typed quite fast, producing over a hundred words in less than a minute. This seemed less like writing a meticulously crafted movie script and more like working as a typist.

Moreover, Zhang You was probably writing a screenplay for the first time, and he actually wrote a story outline first.

Gradually.

As Zhang You typed more and more, Zhang Yi's casual expression gradually became serious. As a professional actor, Zhang Yi had read many scripts, so he had a general understanding of their content.

After all, there are only a few scripts in the film and television industry, and you can tell the ending just by reading the beginning. But Zhang You's script... mainly because of the outline, which she found very novel.

Truman is an ordinary salesman living in a seemingly perfect seaside town. He has no idea that he was born the star of the world's most popular reality TV show. His life is being broadcast live 24/7 by thousands of hidden cameras. His family and friends are all actors, including his wife, and the entire town is a giant film set...

See here.

Zhang Yi couldn't help but shudder.

Clearly, this was not a script with horror elements, yet it made her feel oppressed and terrified.

A group of people are deceiving another person and treating their life as entertainment.

After taking a shower, Jiang Yiren ushered Xiao Zishan, who was still watching cartoons, into the bathroom. When she entered the study, she saw her best friend with one hand on the office desk and the other on the back of her husband's chair, her eyes fixed on the computer screen, while her husband was typing on the keyboard.

"Do we really have to get this close?!"

Seeing the two of them so focused, Jiang Yiren couldn't help but speak up.

Startled by her words, Zhang Yi immediately realized that her posture was somewhat ambiguous. However, she didn't show any lack of confidence. Instead, she deliberately provoked her, saying, "I'm just planning to steal your husband. So what are you going to do about it?!"

Before Jiang Yiren could answer, Zhang Yi said as she walked out, "Are you done washing? I'm going to wash now."

"Xiao Zishan is taking a shower. You go to the other bathroom; it's all cleaned up anyway."

Jiang Yiren reminded.

After Zhang Yi left, Jiang Yiren smiled and walked behind her husband, asking, "What did you talk about with Zhang Yi?"

"We didn't chat, she was watching me write my script!"

Zhang You replied casually.

At this moment, Jiang Yiren realized that her husband seemed to have a burst of inspiration tonight and had actually written quite a bit. The night sky was dotted with starlight, and Jiang Yiren did not stay in the study for long before Zhang You sent her to bed.

Back in the bedroom, Jiang Yiren checked the data for her husband's "Song of Remembrance" and the two songs her best friend released yesterday. Just as she finished looking at them, Zhang Yi came in after taking a shower.

"My dear, I have a feeling that your husband's storyline might actually be quite successful."

(End of this chapter)