"This song is called "Later" or "Gardenia"? "Later"? No matter what it is called, it's decided anyway. This song is the theme song of "The Strange Year and Even Moon". It's well written, and this is what I want."

After listening to the song, Li Ding held Li Xiang's hand excitedly and kept saying that the song was singing to his heart, which was extremely appropriate to "The Strange Year and Even Moon".

He looked at He Haoquan with caution and emphasized: "No one can steal it!"

He Haoquan said with a funny look: "Look at what you said. Can you not look at me when you say this? It seems like I want to steal your stuff. Don't worry, I don't have that plan, my movies are all released!"

He just casually said a new movie that left him with "Later" and ended up being hostile to Li Ding.

"Don't think I don't know you're preparing for a new film!"

Li Ding still did not relax. He was a restrained person. He was not as relaxed as He Hao, nor was he as strong as him. Although he was not strong, no one else could try to steal things from his arms.

He Haoquan said: "My new film is not in the style of "Last Time". If you don't match, please relax. If you don't believe me, ask Ah Yun. I asked her to star in the plot. She knows the plot."

Li Ding looked at Li Bingyun on the side. Li Bingyun nodded and said that He Haoquan's new film was about a group of terminally ill patients, which had nothing to do with love. Only then did Li Ding relax and began to ask He Haoquan's new film with interest.

After harvesting the theme song he liked, Li Ding was in a good mood and invited Li Xiang and others to have dinner at a nearby restaurant. He went to a mutton restaurant in the alley. The restaurant was not big, with six tables and no private rooms, and it was run by a couple. Six tables sat on four tables, leaving only one at the door and one at the innermost corner. Li Ding picked the one at the door without hesitation. The small restaurant seemed full, with the steaming mutton on the table scented, and the gurgling mutton soup was bubbled, making people look like they were sitting in the clouds and their index fingers were moving.

Li Ding: "I won't persuade you to drink. In this way, let's have a bottle for the four of us. There is no Maotai here, only the boss's own rice wine brewed by his own home. The degree is 30 yuan. Eating mutton and drinking rice wine is a perfect match."

The boss brought the mutton soup pot, which was much larger than that in the hot pot restaurant. The soup was already bubbling. The boss's wife brought a teapot, put it on the table and left. Li Xiang thought it was tea, so he poured a cup, but smelled a strong aroma of wine, and realized that this was the rice wine brewed by the boss's own house.

Li Ding smiled and said, "Li Xiang, I didn't advise you to drink it. You pour it yourself. If you pour it, you have to drink it. Don't waste it."

He smiled and poured it on Li Bingyun first. Seeing that Li Bingyun had fallen, he let him pour half a cup.

"I'm worried about it if you are not satisfied with it." He Haoquan took the initiative to ask for drinks and asked Li Ding to give him a full drink. He has a lot of alcohol. "Today we are the main force, just right, your movie is over, and I'm over, so I'm just going to be relaxed."

"Your movie is over!" Li Ding retorted angrily, "I have not even released the movie yet, you have finished speaking. Will you be fined yourself if you speak?"

"Please one glass of fine." He Haoquan said nothing and drank the rice wine he had just poured in one breath. Li Ding filled him with it and said, "It's not that I doubt you. You must not have come to watch the movie today, right? Why? Are you here to invest? Has it become?"

He Haoquan sighed: "The boss said it was so sad. The box office poison, whoever invested would lose money."

Li Ding thought about it. He just heard He Hao talk about the main plot. It was really sad and despairing, and it was the kind of despair without any hope. This kind of film may be very profound and may win awards, but it is a genius who will watch it. Isn’t it uncomfortable to spend money?

He Haoquan also knew that it was difficult to talk about work at the dinner table, so he changed the topic and said to Li Xiang: "I promised it, Li Xiang, and I will write a theme song for my new movie at that time, and I will strive for the "Later" I just made."

Li Xiang laughed and said, "The problem that money can solve is not a problem."

He Haoquan laughed. It was still early, and now he was just saying hello. The last time he was at the Yuefu Music Festival was half true and half hypothetical, but today he was really interested in listening to "Later". He felt that the reason why his movie in the Spring Festival just returned to the book was that it was just one theme song and did not play a promotional role.

Several people had a happy mutton meal, but when they left, they sweated on their foreheads. Li Ding went back to work on the movie, and after editing, he had to submit it to the review. This is an important level and there is no need to be careless. He Haoquan and Li Bingyun went to the cafe and said they wanted to discuss the plot. The investment was not reached, but the boss raised the shortcomings. Looking back, He Haoquan really felt that it was too sad and depressing.

He acted more comedy, maybe he acted too much, and suddenly he was sad about spring and autumn, and wrote such a dark story. He himself didn't understand himself, and maybe there was another He Haoquan hidden in his subconscious.

Li Xiang was going to leave, but Li Bingyun called him to come together.

"You are a great writer, so you also give advice to Director He."

He Haoquan thought, yes, he forgot Li Xiang's other identity, and only thought that he was a singer. It is always better to ask such a professional writer to review the manuscript than him, so he kindly invited Li Xiang to come together.

Li Xiang put the script that He Haoquan brought to the table and read it almost once. How can I say it? He Haoquan's script is so depressing that it makes people desperate, so he will spend money to read it. He didn't want to read it again and regretted it. The good mood he had just brushed with lamb was gone in an instant. However, this shows from another level that He Haoquan had two tricks to convey this desperate emotion to readers, and he is worthy of being an old actor and director.

The name is also very literary, called "Tearing Silently". People who don't know think it is a horror movie. Who would have thought it was a serious drama. It is quite like a European art film, with inexplicable dialogue, multi-headed plot, nonsensical editing, which makes people confused and blames the audience for not understanding.

He Hao has been filming commercial films for many years, and he knows more about the things in Europe than anyone else. If he really shoots it, the script will definitely not be like this now. He will never follow the old path of Europe. It is a dead end, and he will shoot it for himself and be happy.

I can only say that the script now is very primitive and needs to be revised at least twice to three times.

"What do you want to say about Li Xiang? You are a great writer, so I will give you advice to my brother." He Hao asked Li Xiang all the time, picked up the bitter coffee and drank it, diluting the smell of mutton in his mouth.

Li Xiang did not give advice to the script directly, but said: "I also have a script, which is about a group of terminally ill patients. Should Brother Haoquan listen?"

"Where?" He Haoquan asked with interest. Among Chinese movies, there are not many movies about terminally ill patients, and a few of them have emerged in recent years. If his movie "Tearing Silently" is filmed, if the plot is above the level, it might be famous in the future.
Chapter completed!