The street lights came on, and the man who was flat and collapsed like a deflated balloon suddenly became energetic.
“I’m the most annoying person when people tell me I’m not good!”
Especially this person is Li Jingchen, which is even more annoying!
After returning to Dihao, Su Shengsheng took a sandwich and locked herself in the room.
The pointer on the wall kept turning. Su Shengsheng went from sitting on the sofa to lying on the sofa, rolled down again, changed her position to sit on the ground, and lay on the window sill with a pen in her mouth...
Scratching my head and scratching my head, racking my brains,
Use the computer to look at the project materials over and over again,
If you want to produce a series of design drafts in one night, even a genius would be a little overwhelmed.
At one o'clock in the morning, looking at the half-finished manuscript, Su Shengsheng felt that her brain was almost exhausted. Fortunately, she took advantage of the break during the day to come up with some ideas, otherwise she would really die suddenly.
I got up and wanted to pour myself a cup of strong coffee. I felt that my legs were weak, my steps were shaky, and my feet were stumbling.
boom--
Dong Dong——
Hutong——
Chairs were kicked against the wall, and cabinets were knocked against the wall by mentally unstable people.
Mr. Li, who had just fallen asleep next door, felt as if he was living on a construction site. If the construction quality of the Dihao Hotel hadn't been trustworthy, he might even have thought that wall coverings would fall off his face.
In the dark night, my long and thick eyelashes fluttered impatiently. I picked up my phone and checked the time.
She doesn't really want to stay up all night designing, right?
Trying to design something that can be adopted by Mr. Li in one night is simply overestimating one's abilities and asking for trouble.
Li Jingchen was too lazy to care about this torture of himself. He took a deep breath, suppressed his temper, took out a pair of earplugs from the drawer, squeezed them roughly and stuffed them into his ears.
A cup of super strong coffee only lasted two hours.
At three o'clock in the morning, Su Shengsheng looked at three-quarters of her results and decided to grit her teeth and persevere.
But she was so sleepy that her eyelids had begun to fight.
What we are designing at hand is a major event.
The description of this scene in the script is that the male protagonist confesses his love to the female protagonist on the terrace on the top floor, surrounded by flowers and mist, creating a romantic atmosphere. Even the wind blowing by is filled with fragrant and sweet scent.
The heroine's clothes must match the scene to make the audience feel more involved.
There were so many designs at once, and she was really overdrawn. For the first time in her life, Su Shengsheng felt that her inspiration was sold out and her mind was empty.
There is no other way but to rely on external stimulation.
She dug out the incense stick, the iron basin, and moved all the stools in the suite together.
Stab——
Crunch——
Dang Dang Dang——
boom--
The sound coming and going every once in a while next door woke Li Jingchen up again, and he took off the useless earplugs with his long fingers.
I took out my phone and looked at it. It was half past three.
She had to use a pillow to support her even if she didn't want to sleep.
Snapped--
Li Jingchen flipped the switch on the bed irritably, and the room suddenly became bright. Without hesitation, he put on his slippers and strode to the next door...
Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-dong——
There was a short knock on the door. Su Shengsheng, who was wearing headphones to feel the atmosphere, took a long time to hear it.
"Who is it? He stays up in the middle of the night and comes out to disturb others!"
she asked angrily.
"It's me." The man's deep voice sounded hoarse from sleep.
Li Jingchen?
Su Shengsheng frowned and did not get down from the chair. She took out her mobile phone and used the new function of the Dorsett Hotel's smart lock, "The door is open, come in."
The night was as cold as water, and Li Jingchen's fingertips felt a little chilly when they touched the doorknob. The light blue blood vessels on the back of his hand were even more obvious.
"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."
He felt that he did not come next door to settle accounts with Su Shengsheng, but as if he came to put out a fire.
As soon as I opened the door, thick smoke rushed into my face, carrying the pungent smell of burned paper.
The light in the suite was dim, with only the table lamp next to the sofa on. The pale yellow light passed through the thick fog, illuminating everything in the room.
There seems to be a pillar standing in the middle of the room. The light is dim and it is difficult to see clearly. Judging from the outline, it is about to reach the roof of the shed.
"Su Shengsheng, are you going to burn my hotel down?"
Li Jingchen scanned the room and began to reflect on the fire protection system of his hotel. There was no response to such a huge smoke.
"I don't, Mr. Li, I just...create some atmosphere, and in order to avoid wasting manpower, I also made some small adjustments to the fire protection system to avoid false alarms." The voice came from the top of the big pillar, a little erratic.
Li Jingchen's forehead twitched and he squeezed out a few words from the corner of his lips, "Thank you very much."
"You're welcome," Su Shengsheng yawned and kept moving her hands, "Mr. Li, are you okay? Just go back if you don't. I promise I won't burn down your hotel."
She waved her hand towards Li Jingchen through the thick fog, "Even if you have something to do, let's wait until daytime. It's midnight, so don't disturb the neighbors' rest."
"Interrupting the neighbor's rest?" Li Jingchen raised his eyebrows.
Snapped--
He endured the thick smoke and found the switch of the headlight in the room. The room was instantly illuminated with clear light.
Only then did Li Jingchen see clearly where Su Shengsheng was. She had stacked the stools in the room vertically, and somehow climbed to the top.
With her thin white legs holding the chair, she kept drawing in her hands.
Li Jingchen finally knew why she felt that the house next door was being demolished, and she built a stage by herself.
Su Shengsheng didn't frown. As soon as the light in the room was turned on, the atmosphere was instantly swept away. Fortunately, there was only a little bit left in the design draft and it was about to be finished. She didn't say anything and continued her work.
Li Jingchen went into the house and found the source of the smoke. He took out the small fire extinguisher in the house and put it out completely.
When he finished processing and sat on the sofa, Su Shengsheng's manuscript was also finished. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the work in her hand with satisfaction. Yes, the darkness and atmosphere were indeed the elixir for divine works.
Li Jingchen raised his eyes and looked at the nagging woman above, and suddenly found that the contact position between the two chairs had slipped.
"careful."
"Ah!" Su Shengsheng slumped and suddenly lost the support of gravity. Originally, according to her hand, it should be no problem to land smoothly, but she couldn't let go of the manuscript in her hand.
He gritted his teeth and thought, forget it, if it falls for a few meters, it won't be a big problem.
She held the design draft tightly in her arms, but the expected pain did not come. Someone hugged her waist, and she seemed to be picked up by someone.
Clang——
Li Jingchen didn't pay attention to his steps and knocked over the metal basin. Black and gray paper scraps and ashes instantly rose up. He slipped and fell to the sofa with Su Shengsheng.
There was a faint aroma on the tip of the nose mixed with the choking smoke. Both Li Jingchen and Su Shengsheng were wearing silk pajamas, which were soft and thin. She put her hand on her chest, and she could feel the man's thin, tough and solid chest muscles on the back of her hand.
He put his hand on her waist, holding it tightly, soft and delicate.
The two looked at each other, the rising ashes falling slowly in the air, and the curls of smoke floating around...
