Chapter 726

Little Ponzi looked at Han Mo without turning his eyes. Han Mo focused on working in front of the computer and didn't notice little Ponzi. His fingertips knocked quickly on the keyboard. I don't know how long it took, Han Mo stopped knocking on the keyboard and leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh of relief.

Little Pang Xie quickly stared, "brother Han, have you finished writing?"

At this time, Han Mo noticed little pangxie sitting opposite him, "Why are you still here?"

Although Han Mo has been working without paying attention to time, he also knows that it has been some time since he and little pangxie returned to the company. He thought little pangxie had returned to his office, but he didn't expect to be here.

Little Pang Xie looked at Han Mo expectantly, "hee hee, brother Han, show me the script?"

Han Mo was stunned. He glanced at the computer screen and returned to little pangxie's face again. He couldn't help laughing, "there's no script."

"No?" Xiao pangxie stretched out his neck and looked at the back of Han Mo's computer. He just looked. He didn't get Han Mo's approval. He didn't dare to go around behind Han Mo and directly look at the content on the computer, but he really didn't believe that Han Mo was typing for so long, not writing a script. I didn't say I didn't believe it, but the word "I don't believe" was written on my face.

Han Mo smiled. He didn't hide anything from little pangxie. If the script was finished, he would be the first to show it to little pangxie, but it wasn't true. If it was someone else, he wouldn't just sit and wait for Han Mo to finish writing. Only little pangxie was close enough and persistent enough, he would sit silently all the time.

"I just wrote some small stories and haven't started writing scripts yet."

Hearing this, little pangxie's face showed a look of disappointment. He hung his head with a light "Oh", stood up, walked to the door and prepared to go back to his office. His back looked a little lost.

Little Pang Xie is always chattering and jumping. This time, Han Mo is a little unaccustomed to a sudden loss of soul. He may really expect too much. Suddenly, he has a happy and uncomfortable time.

Han Mo still couldn't bear it. "I'm preparing and will write it soon. This time I want to write multiple films with overlapping plots, so there are many depictions. I can't write it so quickly. Wait a minute."

As soon as Han Mo's words came out, Pang Xie, who was still walking forward with his head down, suddenly stiffened his steps. One leg that was supposed to step out of the door shrank back, suddenly turned around, swept away his just lost expression, and showed a cheap bad smile, "it's all right, brother Han, you write slowly, I'm waiting for you."

Han Mo, "..."

Little Pang Xie said this and ran back to his office quickly.

Han Mo has a strange feeling that little pangxie was acting just now.

He shook his head with a smile. Han Mo didn't want to tangle with little pangxie anymore.

He does have a script in his heart, but the film is not perfect in his original world. To be exact, it can not be called a good work. There are many advantages, but generally speaking, it can only be regarded as half a good film.

Therefore, Han Mo can't move the film photos to the world. He must make up for some loopholes and deficiencies. Although Han Mo is not only a pure commercial film for the box office, one of the measurement criteria of an excellent work is still the box office.

Han mo re combs the characters and every branch line in the film.

There were four branches in the previous films, but to be honest, only one is complete, and the other three are not full enough. Some are even extremely incomplete and have poor logic. Even the relatively full and complete line has many illogical places, and the explanation is not very clear.

The director's original intention was good, but the second half of the film collapsed and the whole ending was very chaotic.

Originally intended to show the "dignity" of small people, but in the end, they dragged several branches together. Except for the relatively plump images of several main characters, other characters appeared Facebook.

Han Mo counted the imperfections of the film one by one in his heart, and then thought about how to make him more perfect.

Han Mo thought for a while and shook his head helplessly. Just now he and little pangxie were together to observe some of the most ordinary people living in the city, but he found that this observation is not enough. He still needs a lot of experience to support a work he thinks of in his heart.

Han Mo knows that the theme of the film is some small people. He hopes to get back "dignity". Yes, it is, because everyone has dignity, but their dignity is lost because of their cultural level, living conditions and status differences. All the absurd things they do are actually for dignity.

One of the reasons why han Mo hasn't written this script well is that he hasn't figured out why one of the protagonists must work hard to get the job. It's not too much to think hard. This line is all about how hard he works. But Han Mo thinks there are still many jobs that can make him live well. Is that dignity? But I can't think of the inevitable connection between it and dignity, so Han Mo feels that although this line is relatively full, there are also regrets to be added.

"Since you can't figure it out, go and have a look." Han Mo got up. This time he didn't call little pangxie, but walked to the elevator alone.

Han Mo's footsteps were not loud. Little pangxie thought Han Mo was still writing a script, so he went to work again. He didn't notice Han Mo coming out of the office.

Life is not unified for everyone, but for every class. The common people have the hard work of the common people. They need to make money and use money to meet all the needs of life. The elite in the eyes of ordinary people need to keep their wealth, and money can reflect their social value.

Every stratum also has the sorrow of every stratum. It can be from the countryside. I hope to come to the city and make a big deal. I can earn the first bucket of gold, return home in prosperity and be looked up to by the villagers. It can also be from the bottom of the city, hoping to get a decent job, which can be looked down upon by neighbors and children.

Life is like a play. Everyone's plays are different, but they are intertwined with each other. They can be chaotic, clear, right and wrong, or right and wrong.

There are no bad people here, and there are no good people here.

Han Mo's car has stopped at the destination, and there is a long line outside the gate.

He could only look around in the distance and watch the crowd gather, but he walked into the gate in an orderly way. Everyone had a form in his hand.