"Your face is good, and you have a classical temperament from the perspective of three courtyards and five eyes. How to say it? It's better to have a mud or a little fireworks, take the retro approach," he said.

With a giggle, Jing Tian said, "I didn't expect that you have learned to see the picture. Yuan Banxian, can you calculate for me, what kind of scene I can become popular?"

After being praised by Yuan Hua in a different way, she felt much better.

"Come with me." Holding Jing Tian's hand, Yuan Hua took her to the study and took more than a dozen pages of manuscript paper from the bookshelf.

"You have a look at this first."

Jing Tian looked down and said happily: "You can also write novels."

"Handemon Si Teng, the name is good."

"Sixty years ago, the Taoist Priest Qiu Shan of Tianshi killed the banshee Si Teng in Shanghai. Before his death, Si Teng's mouth showed a strange smile of relief.

In 2011, a man Qin Fang and his fiancée went to the west to Nangqian to find a benefactor of his ancestors. The car was destroyed and the cliff fell. The pickets at the bottom of the cliff pierced the heart, and the dripping blood resurrected the banshee who had been buried underground..."

There are not many manuscripts, more than a dozen pages, all of which are handwritten, and some places are scribbled. If Yuan Hua hadn't explained it next to him, Jing Tian wouldn't know what he was writing.

She finished reading a novel of ten thousand words in more than ten minutes.

"Yes, I have the talent for writing novels, but my words are ugly, and some places are not clear and intermittent, as if I am filling in a story."

"You're right, I'm just filling in the story, but it doesn't matter. What do you think is going to be a TV series?"

Si Teng's play is Jing Tian's representative work and a relatively well-known work in his previous life. Yuan Hua can't remember the specific lines, but only remembers the plot and some small clips.

When he is idle these few months, he will slowly expand his story and try to restore it to its original state.

There are generally branches and veins, but there are no details, but this is not a problem. I will find a few screenwriters to make a plan and do it well, cut off the unnecessary scenes in my previous life, and add some elements that match the present. The effect of the filming may not be worse than that in my previous life.

"You mean I'm going to play Si Teng?" Jing Tian's beautiful eyes widened.

"Yes, are you confident?"

"There is, there is, no, you don't have a script, and the outline is not perfect. At present, there are only a few roles, and the opponent actors are not decided. How can I play it?"

"You play, I'll be the hero for you."

"ah!"

Jing Tian was stunned.

"What, that's it. I'll go to the company for a meeting in the afternoon and get the project done. Remember to push the special identity and it doesn't matter if you pay some money, I'll give it to you."

"No, your health is not good yet, it's not suitable for filming." Jing Tian shook her head when she reacted.

Yuan Hua smiled and said, "Don't worry, the script polishing stage has not started. It's early to leave the machine. It's the first time that it will be after the New Year. By the way, the heroine Si Teng should have more outfits. How about cheongsams? Let's go and check it out the next day and order dozens of different sets..."

Yuan Hua became more and more excited as he spoke. Jing Tian couldn't even insert his mouth. He was so happy that he heard him draw big cakes.

...

The next morning, not long after Yuan Hua entered the bathroom, the cell phone at the head of the bed rang.

Jing Tian was woken up and thought it was her cell phone, so she subconsciously answered it.

"Hello!"

The lazy and unwaking female voice stunned Wang Han for a moment, looked at his phone again, and confirmed that he had not called the wrong one.

"Is Yuan Hua here?"

"exist!"

"Brother Hua, I have a phone call to you!"

"You can help me pick it up." Yuan Hua's voice came from the bathroom.

At home, he has always been in everything he cannot tell others. He is not afraid of his shadow slanting, nor is he afraid of what Jing Tian knows.

"Is there anything you have to do? I'll tell you later." Jing Tian asked.

Wang Han also heard Yuan Hua's voice, and knew that the person who answered the phone had a good relationship with Yuan Hua and was a person around him, so he no longer hid it.

"That's right. We are the masked singer here. I want to ask Yuan Hua when he has time to record the last issue."

"Masked Singing King?" Jing Tian was completely sleepy and suddenly became energetic: "Tell me a good talk..."

Ten minutes later, Yuan Hua came out of the bathroom and wanted to make up for a rest. Jing Tian said quietly in his ear: "Xiangnan Satellite TV asked you when you have time to record the last episode of the Masked Singing King."

"You said you are really good, just record it if you agree. You are idle these days, why are you so angry?"

"By the way, when did you start participating in the Masked Singer King? I'll do it. The first recording time should be on. Yes, the first day of the scorching sun and the burning publicity. I was afraid that you would go to film, so I asked Duan Yihong to answer the phone."

"You are so energetic, so busy day by day? Honestly, which one of the masked singers are you?"

She has also watched this sensational variety show, and she also followed Yuan Hua for a while at home a few days ago.

At that time, she felt that there was someone like Yuan Hua, but Yuan Hua refused to admit it.

Yuan Hua's legs were pressed by one long leg, and a small hand touched into his clothes, and could only tremble: "I'm the one wearing a golden mask."

"Okay, it's you. I said this name sounds familiar, golden sand, right? Come on, sing the seabed for me."

"Yes, yes, can you stop touching your feet?"

"No, you sing first, and then talk about it after singing."

"Scattered moonlight..."

"There are a few more episodes later. What are you singing? Singing."

"Share one, one, hiss..."

Xiangnan, Yuan Hua got off the plane, holding the suitcase in his hand, Jing Tian's suitcase.

Since he learned that he was the masked singer, Jing Tian insisted on following him and said he wanted to listen to the live version.

"There are many people at the airport, so let's not talk. Let's go separately and see you in the hotel later."

He pulled the hat down, and Jing Tian, ​​who was wearing a big toad mirror on his face, spoke in a voice, then pretended not to know Yuan Hua, and accelerated his pace and walked forward.
Chapter completed!