The original script was sentenced to death, but the stage play still had to be performed. As a last resort, An locked herself in the room again to hold on to the script, and this time she didn't even let Miku accompany her.
For two whole days and one night, no one saw An come out of the room.
The next night, when everyone thought An had fainted from hunger and were about to break in, An opened the door with two dark circles under her eyes, shuffled her steps, and handed a stack of manuscripts to Bai tremblingly.
"No, it fulfills the mission." His weak look made people think that he would not be able to breathe even a second.
Bai was afraid that he would fall to the ground, so he was ready to help him. But Miku was faster, coming to An's side like a gust of wind, and supported the shaky An.
Miku's face was full of distress.
Why can't everyone work out a solution together about the script? !
Why lock yourself in your room without eating or drinking?
At least, at least let me accompany you...
Many words of blame were swirling on his lips, but Miku still felt more distressed and said softly: "I made porridge, and I will take you to eat some."
"Thank you -" An nodded weakly.
In fact, if when writing the last script, his thoughts had not strayed and he had noticed the issues that should be paid attention to, An would not have to work so hard at all.
Those two days were like this. I said I was rushing to catch up on the script, but I still had to eat and sleep. The pressure was actually not that great.
However, although the final product was excellent, it was a pity that the occasion was not right, which resulted in two days of completely wasted work!
Since we couldn’t delay the scheduled rehearsal time, we had to get the script out as soon as possible. The point is, no one can help.
When the stage play was staged for the first time, everyone discussed the script together, but in the end it was discovered that An was far better than ordinary people when it came to writing scripts. Therefore, for important occasions like this, he naturally had to write the script. Not only might not getting involved rashly help, it might even disrupt his thoughts.
This was also the main reason why everyone didn't break the door rashly after An locked herself in the room.
At this point, the quality of the script no longer matters, as long as everything is fine.
Bai sighed and followed everyone to the living room without reading the script first.
"I'll go to An's room and open the window to ventilate it." Jerry pointed to the room and whispered.
Bai nodded suddenly.
The air in the room must be bad after being closed for two days. If there is no ventilation, An may not be able to have a good rest tonight.
Bai didn't think of this for a moment, Jerry was still calm enough.
"Let's go together." She also planned to lend a hand to make up for the guilt in the snack.
"……good."
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Sitting at the dining table, An controlled her hunger and sipped her porridge.
"Xiao An, why are you doing this?" Sha Ye couldn't help but said as she looked at the haggard An.
She has slowly come to treat everyone in the theater troupe as her own children, and she will naturally not be able to bear it when she sees her children like this.
After eating something, An's condition improved a lot.
After swallowing the porridge in her mouth, An said with a wry smile: "Aunt Shaye, I asked for this. It doesn't matter. If the script wasn't wrong at the beginning, this wouldn't be the case."
Sha Ye had read the previous manuscript and naturally knew that the reason was not a biased writing. Being in the aristocratic circle, she had already experienced the complexity, so she could only sigh:
"If I had known earlier, I would have let Hutto worry about the script. How could you children come to such a troublesome thing!" said Shaye, who had been away for several days and only returned home last night.
There is nothing wrong with the script, but this is a performance for a diplomatic occasion, it involves a lot of twists and turns, and it is a stage play with a strong story.
Although many people have tried their best to seize this opportunity, but for a performance like this, if something goes wrong accidentally and there is no backstage, it will be fatal!
It is true that it can soar into the sky, but the risks are not something that ordinary people can bear!
If the previous script was really thrown into the official performance, even with the support of Hutto and Ellens, the theater company would not be able to reap the benefits, so An Cai desperately tried to get rid of the new script.
"Teacher Hutto has already helped us a lot, how can we bother with such a small thing anymore. Besides, this can be regarded as a training for us." An said seriously.
Hutto has helped the troupe enough. It’s not that he doesn’t have his own affairs, so he can’t always worry about the troupe’s affairs.
Everyone in the troupe now has a high regard for Hutto, and it would be no exaggeration to say that they regard him as a father.
Things like writing a script, no matter how difficult it is, can no longer be left to Hutto. He can be a check-in, which is already very grateful.
"It's rare to be self-reliant, but don't let your body collapse, otherwise any success will be in vain." Hutto carried a plate upstairs, followed by Liu Ge.
"Uncle Hutto." Miku nodded.
Hutto smiled at her and held down An who was about to get up: "Learn from Miku, without too much etiquette."
"Okay..." An replied awkwardly.
His reaction was so big, apart from his respect for Hutto, it was more because he showed Miku the previous script to Hutto and felt embarrassed.
For example, it is like your classmates showing the wrong questions you wrote to your most respected teacher.
That would be embarrassing as hell!
Hutto smiled silently, put the things in his hands in front of An, and walked over to sit with Shaye. Liu Ge also put the dishes in his hands on the dining table and sat next to An.
"Can I have some more?" Liu Ge asked, observing An's expression at the same time.
An slowly adjusted her breathing and felt her own condition: "No problem."
"That's good." Liu Ge said simply, but anyone could feel his concern, "Go to bed early tonight."
An smiled and nodded.
Now that he has finished the script and is released, although he is a little tired, everyone seems to regard him as a group favorite.
It feels so good!
"Uncle Hutto!" Yinliu ran up and handed the manuscript written by An to Hutto.
An didn't pay too much attention. Sooner or later, the manuscript would have to be shown to Hutto. He planned to work up his energy and eat something to avoid worrying everyone.
Miku was helping him see which dishes were lighter.
When he was in the kitchen earlier, Miku was so focused on making porridge for An that he didn't pay much attention to anything else.
Hutto took the thing from Otoru's hand, without looking at it first, but said to An: "Eat what's in front of you first, I made it specially for you."
"ah?"
An thought that the food in Hutto's hand and what Liu Ge put on the table were everyone's dinner, but to his surprise, it was actually his own!
He was a little flattered, and the expression on his face was quite funny to others.
"Ah……"
Shirley stretched out her hand to cover the smile at the corner of her mouth. Miku, Enryu and Saya couldn't hold back their laughter. Only Liuge and Heto remained motionless.
...Ah no, Liu Ge is adjusting the position of the dishes.
Hutto put his elbows on the dining table and crossed his hands in front of his nose: "Eat, don't waste my hard work."
"Oh." After two days of rushing to finish the draft, An's mind is really a little confused now.
Placed in front of him were two pieces of egg-yellow pastry. They were square on the outside and it was hard to tell what they were made of. It smells refreshingly sweet.
The pastries were not big, so An could eat one piece in one bite.
In an instant, a strange feeling penetrated the brain and reached the eyeballs, as if just one bite of pastry had eliminated two days of fatigue, and the mind was much clearer.
An was a little curious: "What is this made of?"
"Some tonics." Hutto didn't say those.
Suppressing her mood, An finished the other piece. After relaxing for a while, she felt that her appetite seemed to be better.
Unable to bear the curiosity in her heart, An looked at Hutto again.
But Hutto ignored him.
"Let's all eat. No need to wait, they will be here soon." Hutto leaned back on his seat, put a piece of food into his mouth, and began to look through An's manuscript.
Such a casual and inexplicably elegant manner made everyone present happy, and also made An give up her thoughts of questioning and eat honestly.
Bai and Jerry arrived soon after, and without saying much, they sat at the dining table with Liu Ge's gesture of greeting. The two of them saw that An's condition was much better, and the worry in their eyes dissipated a lot.
"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke!" Seeing that An's men didn't stop, Jerry joked.
An didn't say anything, and gave a thumbs up to indicate that she was fine.
He has indeed been hungry for a long time, and if his body's condition supports it, he can eat a lot.
After a while, Hutto chuckled.
"It's very smart. You used a trick, right?" Hutto put down the manuscript that he had roughly read and said to An with a smile.
An raised his head and said with a slight embarrassment: "Yes, I am still unwilling to completely give up that version of the script, so based on this, I added characters and changed the plot extensively."
"It doesn't matter, this is the wisest thing to do. I don't know how much time it will waste to re-imagine a new plot. Your writing style is very good. You can maintain the quality of the script by changing the original tragedy into a happy ending, and there is no logic. It's a big problem." After Hutto evaluated it, he gave the result, "It's great, it can be put on the reception banquet. I think the empire will also like this story."
Hutto's comments made everyone look at each other. They didn't expect that the script that was rushed out so nervously would still be of such high quality.
Even though I had known for a long time that An was quite talented, I still couldn't help but look at him differently.
After receiving Hutto's affirmation, An was truly relieved:
"The next step is to rehearse!"
