I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

"Knock knock knock..."

When Song Mo opened his eyes, the knocking on the door was on its third time.

She doesn't actually need to sleep, or even rest.

But in her rented room in the real world, she still maintains the habit of drawing the curtains, turning off the lights, and lying in bed for a while before getting up every day.

—It's a kind of ritual, and also a little trick to make her feel like she still has some humanity left.

"Sir, someone is knocking at the door. Should we open it?"

Ah Yan's voice came from the rooftop, where she usually hung most of the time, either on the roof or in the wardrobe.

Song Mo shook his head, rolled out of bed, and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

There were two young people, a man and a woman, outside the door.

They were all young, dressed in casual clothes, and had name tags with transparent card sleeves hanging on their chests. The blue straps had the words "Special Investigation Bureau Volunteer Player" printed in white.

Both of them looked excited, like two elementary school students going on their first school camping trip.

The moment the door opened, the mud gourd in the corner hopped and rolled under the bed.

Ah Yan slowly sank into the ceiling, her hair retracting like a snake.

……

……

The two people outside the door were slightly taken aback when they saw Song Mo.

He wore a dark gray T-shirt, loose cotton trousers, and his short hair was messily plastered to the back of his head. His skin, which had not seen the sun for years, was so white that it was almost eerie.

The girl was the first to react; her eyes crinkled into a smile as she waved to Song Mo.

"Song Mo! This is Yu Songmian. Are you ready? We agreed that today is our group's first time participating in a volunteer cleanup activity!"

Yu Songmian was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. He had a round face, was not tall, wore a high ponytail, a light blue windbreaker, and carried a bulging black backpack.

"Hello, my name is Qian Fang."

The young man standing behind also spoke, his voice lower than Yu Songmian's, and he sounded a little shy.

The old man had seen the Japanese invaders and fought in battles when he was young. The hospital had even issued a critical condition notice for him these past few days, but suddenly he's become energetic and keeps asking people to prepare books for him to study for the bar exam and the civil service exam.

"The bar exam and the civil service exam?"

Yu Songmian stared wide-eyed at Song Mo, exchanging a glance:

"Taking the civil service exam at 101? Even if they wanted to, they're way past the age limit!"

The candidate is older than the examiner, and may also have more seniority.

If it were a real exam, the old man would go in and bow, and several examiners would have to jump and pounce on him to help him up.

Song Mo imagined that scene and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She had a vague guess in her mind.