Qi Yuying made a big fuss with Director Zhang outside, but Yang Hua, who was "ding Ding Dangdang" in the kitchen, didn't hear it at all. When he returned the plate and bowl and walked out of the kitchen, he happened to see Qi Yuying pouting and sulking. Yang Hua, who was unknown, couldn't help but ask curiously: "So what's wrong? Who are you angry with?"

"It's not that director Zhang!" Qi Yuying sat on the sofa angrily and said, "They're just in a better mood, so he immediately called and said he wanted to change the screenwriter. Are you angry?"

"Change screenwriter?" Yang Hua opened his eyes wide in surprise, "Didn't Director Zhang always admire you?"

"Yes, I thought he could understand. The result was the same. Ratings, huh! Once the ratings drop, they would change people, and they were all snobbish!" Although Qi Yuying respected Director Zhang, she never regarded him as a friend, so she didn't care much about Director Zhang's "betrayal" behavior, she was just simply angry.

"Then...what do you plan to do in the future?"

"What are you going to do in the future? They haven't changed me yet!" Qi Yuying said angrily, "I told Director Zhang that the episode I handed over the morning after tomorrow will definitely write a script as good as before."

"Oh, that's it." Yang Hua breathed a sigh of relief. If she could really recover, she should have overcome the difficulties. Yang Hua thought to himself. By that time, if I propose to leave again, it will probably not cause much damage to her.

"Well, I won't chat anymore." Qi Yuying waved to Yang Hua and stood up with a sense of resentment.

Seeing Qi Yuying's fighting spirit, Yang Hua smiled unconsciously. When Qi Yuying returned to the room and closed the door, he stretched.

Go out and find out if there is a suitable job for me. Yang Hua looked at the time and it was only less than nine o'clock. He immediately acted according to the plan he had already thought of. He first wrote a note and placed it on the table in the living room, and then went back to the room to put it on a suit that he rarely wore. After dressing up, Yang Hua raised his fist to himself in the mirror and urged him, leaving Qi Yuying's home with a confident smile.

After a few rounds at several places in the school where job fairs often hold, Yang Hua returned to the starting point of his departure at around 11 o'clock in the afternoon. However, Yang Hua was not too frustrated by this. After all, he had not found anything to do in two or three months of prime time when he was looking for a job. It would be strange if he could find a job in this summer when it was getting more and more difficult to find a job!

Qi Yuying, who had been in the room, did not notice that Yang Hua had left in the morning. When Yang Hua walked into Qi Yuying's room with lunch, he found that Qi Yuying was still frowning at the computer.

There is not nothing on the computer screen. On the contrary, Yang Hua glanced at the sliding bar on the right side of the screen and knew that Qi Yuying had written almost four or five thousand words. He could write four or five thousand words in one morning. As long as he continued at this speed, she should not worry about not having a manuscript to hand it over to Director Zhang the morning after tomorrow. But what made Qi Yuying worried was the quality of the script.

Although her speed has recovered, her creative state cannot be restored in a short while without writing a script for two consecutive weeks. If she is given some time and exercised with two or three episodes, she should be able to return to her usual level, but what she lacks the most now is time. She will have to hand over the script to Director Zhang the day after tomorrow. If he is not satisfied... would I really be replaced? When I think of this, Qi Yuying was so depressed that she wanted to smash the computer.

"What's wrong?" Yang Hua didn't know the problem that Qi Yuying was facing, so as soon as he walked into the room, he asked strangely when he saw Qi Yuying's appearance.

"No, Yang Hua. I still think it's very uncomfortable to write." Qi Yuying said with a bitter face. She knew that what she lacked now was creativity. After not conceiving the plot for two weeks, she only felt very awkward when writing the script, without the usual fluency.

"Well... do you want me to help?" Yang Hua thought for a while, and then asked after putting the plate containing Qi Yuying's lunch on the computer desk.

"No need! Oh! It's so annoying!" Qi Yuying scratched her head irritably, scratching her originally flowing and refreshing long hair as messy as a female ghost who had just crawled out of the cemetery.

"Oh, it's not that you're annoying, I'm talking about the script." As soon as he finished speaking the word " annoying", Qi Yuying immediately explained to Yang Hua nervously again.

"I know." Yang Hua nodded carefully and asked tentatively, "Why don't you ask others to help? Although writing scripts is your own business, it is also appropriate to get some tips from others when you encounter trouble."

"Oh, how do you say it?" Qi Yuying scratched her head again and said to Yang Hua seriously, "Writing a script is like an old monk who understands Zen. Everyone has to understand their own Zen. How can others tell you how to understand Zen and achieve enlightenment? Even if others tell you, it is also someone else's method. If you follow it, won't you fall behind?"

"This metaphor is interesting." After listening to Qi Yuying's metaphor, Yang Hua laughed, "But you can't say that. Although those monks and other monks cannot listen to people's words, few of them suddenly realized Zen. I read those novels. Those monks who have almost attained Taoism have to see something to achieve Taoism. They are birds singing, water flowing, etc. You just treat the prompts given by others as those things?"

"Your thought is..." Qi Yuying looked at Yang Hua, looking very surprised by his thoughts.

"Do you want me to help?" Seeing that Qi Yuying seemed to accept her thoughts, Yang Hua mustered up the courage to ask again.

"It's still not necessary. I'll try it first." Qi Yuying picked up the lunch that Yang Hua had just brought in and said while eating.

"Then forget it." Yang Hua quickly walked out of Qi Yuying's room. Although he and Qi Yuying were already very familiar with each other, he was still a little nervous every time he entered her room.

After that, Yang Hua did not mention help to Qi Yuying. In this way, two days passed quickly. Qi Yuying's script was indeed finished on the third day. However, Yang Hua revised it for a long time, but he felt that there were still many problems. Qi Yuying sat next to Yang Hua, sighing while watching Yang Hua modify it.

"It's over now." Qi Yuying kept sighing pitifully at Yang Hua, "Director Zhang must be unsatisfied. Yang Hua, what should I do?"

"This..." Looking at Qi Yuying, who was particularly fragile and helpless, Yang Hua didn't know what to say.

"Oh, I have figured it out these two days. In fact, it's nothing to ask you to help." Qi Yuying said regretfully, "But even if you want you to help, there's no time..."

"No one can help you now?"

"It's gone." Qi Yuying was so depressed that she wanted to cry because of the quality of the script.

"Director Zhang can't help either?"

Qi Yuying looked at Yang Hua and shook her head sadly.

"What will you do in the future?" Yang Hua was not nervous at first, but Qi Yuying.

"Oh!" Qi Yuying sighed discouragedly, "Director Zhang said that Producer Hu agreed to introduce other directors of scripts to me. Maybe I'll write a movie script."
Chapter completed!