Qin Ze fell into a state of madness these days. He wrote the script late at night, and then pushed it all over again, racking his brains to conceive the plot and highlight the distinctive parts of the script.

It's hard.

Super hard.

The system leaves him little time, so he can't spend months or even years conceiving a script like other screenwriters... Cross it out. If the screenwriter has such intention, the domestic bad films won't be rampant.

Although he is a science student, he is good at writing compositions. After all, he is a junior high school prize winner and has enjoyed the envy and admiration of the girls in the class.

Writing a composition and writing a script are completely different things.

Previously, I didn't find it difficult to revise the scripts of Dahua westward journey and Zhenhuang Zhuan, but I was complacent because I found out the logical loopholes in the script.

It's not difficult, that's all.

When he began to write scripts from scratch, he found that it was a very difficult and brain burning thing.

His current situation is like the difference between some traditional writers and online writers.

Traditional writers can spend a few years writing slowly, with enough time to precipitate and consider. Online writers need to code two chapters every day, code to exhaustion of ideas, code to kidney deficiency, code every day, burst the liver at all

Then the reader said lightly: boring, abandoned.

Special.

"The best way is to experience the feelings of schizophrenia." The system gives him advice.

"It's not this. Now I can't write the script," Qin Ze said distressedly. "I don't know anything about the world of Jingfen comrades."

"That's right. Even if you are proficient in acting, you don't know how to act." System channel.

"So, can the task be withdrawn?"

"You think too much."

Refined patients, refined patients!

Qin Ze murmured a few times, walked to the mirror of the wardrobe, and looked at his tall, handsome face in the mirror.

He saw a capital "handsome" on his face

How to be a god if you are not handsome? Do you rely on talent? Stop teasing.

He kept thinking, what is the patient like?

insane? Extreme?

Two selves?

Close your eyes and open them after a few seconds.

"Girl, from the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the other half of my life." At this time, Qin Ze's eyes were meaningful and deep, slightly squinted, and his expression was focused and affectionate: "the Buddha said that 500 times of looking back in our previous lives in exchange for a brush, I believe that there must be an inseparable fate in our previous lives."

At the next moment, Qin Ze's affectionate and focused expression collapsed, Meaningful and deep eyes turned into ferocity: "hahaha, little bi... Chi, uncle sees you as your blessing. Wait for uncle I'll see you tomorrow. Buddha said that looking back 500 times in the previous life in exchange for passing by once in this life. In our case, the previous life must be a waste of time, wow hahaha, you cry, cry, break your throat, and no one will save you. No one can escape under the crotch of King Haize..."

Wild laughter reverberated in the room.

At this time, the corner of the eye suddenly glanced at the door of a figure.

"Hahahahaha... Burp!"

Qin Ze's laughter suddenly disappeared, as if someone had pinched his throat and stuck. The head twisted stiffly. It was sister Zijin. Standing at the door was sister Zijin.

I wipe it. Why is she standing at my door when she doesn't sleep in the middle of the night.

I... didn't close the door?

Wang Zijin stared at him stupidly, and his expression was very strange and complex.

Shocked, stunned, unbelievable, and dull... Translated into a sentence: I didn't expect you to be such a dog.

"I, I didn't bother you." Wang Zijin tightly hugged the pillow in his arms, a little timid, and said, "I'm just passing by. First, go back to sleep..."

Sister Zijin turned around and ran away like a flaming ass.

The thief is embarrassed!

Qin zeshen stretched out his hand and made a gesture of retention. After all, he didn't mean to make a sound.

The room was silent.

What a shame, what a shame

I'm just acting, I'm just trying to experience patients with fine points.

But just because he is proficient, you can imagine how terrible his broken face is. Will it cause any psychological shadow to sister Zi Jin?

It's more shameful and embarrassing than playing poop and licking your nose in private and being bumped into by your girlfriend.

Second battalion commander, where's your Italian cannon?

Shoot me, shoot me.

There's no face to see people, whining.

"How to say, although the acting skills are a little pompous, you do grasp the madness of the patients with Jingfen." The system consoled.

Qin Ze: "......"

.......

Wang Zijin slipped back to the room, covered his head and went to sleep. He told himself that it was an illusion. What he had just seen was an illusion.

But Qin Ze's ferocious and crazy face lingered in her mind.

Is he like Azar?

Is it so terrible?

This feeling is like having made a virtuous and lovely girlfriend, only to find out that she is actually a crazy woman, so it's hard to feel at ease.

So she slipped out of the room and opened the door of Qin Baobao's room.

The three of them never lock the door at home, which is particularly convenient for night raids.

At 11 o'clock in the night, Qin Baobao had gone to bed, covered with a thin quilt, with his back facing the door, and a graceful body curve could be seen faintly.

Wang Zijin closed the door, turned on the light, lifted the quilt and went to bed, shaking up Qin Baobao.

"Why, I'm sleeping comfortably..." Qin Baobao opened his eyes vaguely and muttered unhappily.

"I don't know if I should say something." Prince Jin hesitated.

"Don't say what you shouldn't say. Sleep." Qin Baobao pulled the quilt over her head and hit her with his buttocks.

"But I won't say I have no bottom in my heart." The prince Jin Shen said mysteriously, "it's related to Azer."

Qin Baobao drilled his head out of the quilt. His messy hair blocked half of his face. The other half didn't block it. There was a bright eye with autumn eyes, and he asked, "what's the matter?"

Wang Zijin said, "I just saw him in the room, in the room..."

Qin Baobao's spirit was refreshed, hehehe laughed, "is he in the room?"

Brother is a 24-year-old man. He hasn't made a girlfriend yet. He must be hungry. Hehe hehe.

Prince Jin gently knocked her with a chestnut, and there was no good way: "it's much more terrible than this. I just... Passed by his door and saw him standing in front of the mirror. His expression was very terrible. What he said was a little ugly, and then he laughed. In short, it was like being sick with a neuropathy or a brain."

Of course she won't say I'm holding a pillow to sleep with your brother.

Recently, they have slept together every day. Either Qin Ze crawled over in the middle of the night or prince Jin crawled over in the middle of the night.

Anyway, Qin Baobao's body is great. Generally, he won't get up at night. He wakes up late in the morning, and their little movements won't be exposed.

Wang Zijin is afraid of being punished by the sun, but she also wants to make love with her boyfriend, and sometimes she takes the initiative.

"Oh." Qin Baobao tastelessly pulled on the quilt to cover his head.

Wang Zijin: "..."

"Oh?" Prince Jin pulled down the quilt and squeezed the girl's face: "your brother is crazy. Are you so calm?"

Qin Baobao said with white eyes, "he must be acting."

"What do you say?" Wang Zijin asked.

"He said he would make an unpopular, but word-of-mouth movie about mental patients. Didn't he find that he has been wandering around the world recently and is in a daze when doing things? Is he thinking about the script? Make a fuss, sleep, women stay up late is bad for their skin, and my sister hasn't had a boyfriend yet, so I should take good care of it."

Pull on the quilt again.

"So..." Prince Jin suddenly realized at the same time, relieved.

There is nothing wrong with my boyfriend.

"If you don't sleep, go back to your room and turn off the light." Qin Baobao pushed his best friend's belly.

"Sleep, I haven't slept with you for a long time. I miss my sister." Prince Jin hey hey.

"Pa", turn off the light.

Prince Jin quickly got into the quilt, hugged Qin Baobao from behind, and climbed to Mount Everest with both hands involuntarily. He said viciously, "little Niang PI, with such a big chest all day, who can I show it to? My sister helped you rub it to see if it was a parallel product."

Qin Baobao screamed, "pain, don't pinch."

"Ouch, the grapes are ripe."

"HMM.. HMM.. Which is like you, two mung beans, reserved for your future husband to make mung bean cake?"

"Bah, you are green bean cake."

.......

"Who can show such a big ass? Yo, it feels good."

"Prince Jin, don't make trouble. I want to sleep. Why are you so skinny today."

"You rub it for me, and then sleep."

"What kind of coquettish words did you learn?"

Your brothe