She opened it and took a glance. The people on the invitation were Song Yan and Yin Han.
The two of them didn't seem to match at all. A man with a delicate and gentle beauty was standing beside a woman with bold facial features and a noble air. It just seemed out of place no matter how you looked at it.
"Old Fang, why didn't I get one?"
Although Ding Ruola didn't wish well for the two of them, the thought of not even getting an invitation made her feel a bit disappointed.
"There's another one over there. I just brought it here for you to take a look," Fang Siyan said casually as he put the invitation aside. He sat down beside Ding Ruola, reached out his hand to pull the girl into his arms, and sniffed her hair with the tip of his nose.
"Did you change your shampoo?"
The girl tried hard not to laugh. She tilted her head up to look at Professor Fang and showed a mischievous smile.
"Guess again!"
Could it be that she had changed to a new perfume? Fang Siyan named all the perfume brands he knew.
Ding Ruola just kept shaking her head. She stopped only when Fang Siyan did.
"What? None of them are right?"
Fang Siyan looked at the girl suspiciously. He thought he had guessed it right, but the girl just wouldn't tell him the correct answer to save face.
Ding Ruola had a naughty grin on her face. She wrapped her arms around Fang Siyan's neck and hooked her finger at him.
The man instinctively leaned closer to her lips. The smile on Ding Ruola's face became even more unrestrained.
"I haven't washed my hair for two days!"
Fang Siyan froze. He never expected Ding Ruola to be so unconcerned about her image.
But for an old married couple, it's all about the mundane things in the end. There's nothing to be disgusted about.
Ding Ruola tilted her head and blinked her eyes. She looked at her Professor Fang.
"Are you disgusted with me?"
The girl let go of her arms around Fang Siyan, crossed her arms, turned around, and walked away without looking back.
The three actions were so smooth and she was clearly very practiced.
"How could I be disgusted with my little cutie?"
Ding Ruola felt like she had been hit hard. She wondered what Fang Siyan had been looking at on the Internet. It made her feel physically uncomfortable.
"Come on, Old Fang. Just spare me!"
The girl's looks could indeed be described as cute, but this kind of address was just too greasy.
Just this simple sentence made Ding Ruola feel like she could fry a pan of dough sticks.
"Why? Isn't that what they always say in the lines?"
Fang Siyan had asked Zhang Jun to use big data to sort out the common lines used by male leads in TV dramas. He had selected a few suitable ones, thinking that he could use them when chatting with Ding Ruola in the future.
He didn't even need to wait to see the results in the future. The current effect was already quite obvious.
"Old Fang! If you want to express your love, saying 'I love you' is a thousand times more useful than all this nonsense."
Fang Siyan's head started to hurt as soon as he heard those three words. He still couldn't understand why he just couldn't say them.
He had once had an in - depth discussion with Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun's conclusion was that Fang Siyan was too thin - skinned. Although many girls liked Fang Siyan, the only person he truly loved was Ding Ruola.
He probably had a one - way emotional expression disorder.
Zhang Jun talked so eloquently with all those professional terms. Fang Siyan even specifically searched those words on Baidu.
The meaning given by Baidu's encyclopedia entry was completely different from what Zhang Jun had said. He really didn't know where Zhang Jun had learned all those strange ideas.
[Ling Zi: Sister Ruola, I'm going to step back to the behind - the - scenes. My current physical condition can't support me to finish filming this play.]
Ding Ruola was still thinking about scolding Fang Siyan and teasing him.
At this moment, Ling Zi sent a message. This way, Fang Siyan managed to escape the scolding.
[Ruola: So suddenly? What did Sister Yan say?]
[Ling Zi: Sister Yan said I could do whatever I want.]
Since Song Yan had already given the green light, Ding Ruola didn't have much to say. She analyzed the pros and cons of the two industries for Ling Zi from the perspective of a friend.
Actually, being a screenwriter was no easier than being an actor, but Ding Ruola still hoped that someone could save the screenwriting industry in China.
Although there was already a Teacher Wang Juan, it was impossible for one person to change the current situation of the screenwriting industry all by herself.
She believed that if Ling Zi chose the path of screenwriting, Song Yan would definitely introduce him to Wang Juan. Then Ling Zi could learn from Wang Juan, which might be a good way out.
Fang Siyan noticed that Ding Ruola's attention had been attracted by that little gadget, her phone. So he had no choice but to pick up today's newspaper and continue reading.
He read the newspaper just to check out the current market and some strange news.
Maybe it was a habit he had developed since childhood, but he always felt that reading the newspaper was more comfortable than reading the news on his phone.
Ling Zi had already decided on the path he was going to take in the future.
After he returned to creative work, there was a vacancy for the leading role. Song Yan didn't want Lemon Entertainment to bother her anymore, so she just found a young actor with decent acting skills from Lemon Entertainment and filled the position.
Sure enough, Lemon Entertainment didn't make any moves for a long time.
After Ling Zi returned to online literature creation and screenwriting, the fans who had once left his books came back.
All these people did so out of trust in Ling Zi.
The first IP adaptation of Ling Zi's novel was launched, and the netizens' comments on this drama were very positive.
The rhythm was just right. Even people who weren't fans of the original novel could watch it without much difficulty.
At first, the fans of the original novel had very low expectations. They just hoped that the screenwriter wouldn't mess up the plot and the characters.
Unexpectedly, after the drama was aired, neither the plot nor the characters had been changed, and the details had been restored very well.
Ling Zi had also made some adaptations at certain exciting parts, so even the fans of the original novel couldn't spoil the plot for others.
As a result, both the fans of the drama and the fans of the book were overjoyed.
The name Ling Zi began to spread like wildfire in the film and television industry.
All the new screenwriters knew about Ling Zi.
At first, Ding Ruola thought that Ling Zi still needed Song Yan's introduction to meet Wang Juan, but now it was completely unnecessary.
Wang Juan and Ling Zi were already discussing the adaptation of a certain novel.
"Old Fang! I told you Ling Zi would achieve great things in the future!"
"Yeah! I didn't expect such a young person to have so much strength!"
Fang Siyan never commented on people in other industries. As the saying goes, every profession is like a different mountain.
It was just being irresponsible to comment on a field one was not familiar with.
"If he needs funds, I can invest."
Although Fang Siyan couldn't tell if Ling Zi was an excellent screenwriter, he could see the market potential in this young man.
Taking advantage of his current popularity, Fang Siyan wanted to monopolize the investment in Ling Zi.
The dream was beautiful, but Yin Han also saw the market potential in Ling Zi.
It wasn't impossible for Fang Siyan to get a share, but the terms would have to be renegotiated.
Yin Han wasn't the kind of person who would let himself be taken advantage of easily.
Song Yan didn't have time to deal with Ling Zi's matters. Most of the small and big things were handled by Song Yan's assistant.
She was busy dealing with wedding matters. Yin Han said he wanted to hold a grand wedding, and his purpose was to disgust Song Yan.
The woman was also clear about Yin Han's purpose, but now that things had come to this, it didn't really matter what she had to endure.
As long as it wasn't the last step, it wasn't too bad.
The sound of Song Yan's fingernails scratching against the glass was unbearable both physically and mentally.
She was holding back!