Let it go, rainbow fart

Chapter 1

Qiao Shuran is 22 years old this year, a screenwriter... assistant who dreams of being a screenwriter.

He recently wanted to create a script from the period of the Republic of China.

Jinling is full of wind and moon, and the city is full of gunfire. The Republic of China is a poignant and moving era, and it is also an era of bloody battles. Qiao Shuran likes the Republic of China very much.

It was midsummer, and he stayed at home to create.

After making up a general context in his brain, he got stuck at the most critical place——

The image and personality of the hero.

It's been two weeks, Qiao Shuran has been thinking hard, and she can't finalize the character design of the hero.Squeeze your hair, it's getting thinner day by day.

I'm going bald!

He wanted to cry, but couldn't type a single word. He stared blankly at the computer screen, his thoughts drifting thousands of miles into the sky.

When I was inexplicably irritable, I heard a "gulu--"

Belly rumbling.

It was time for dinner again, Qiao Shuran rubbed his disappointing stomach, his stomach was quite on time.

I opened the curtains and took a look outside. I don't know which fairy stabbed the sky. It was raining heavily, lightning and thunder, and it was like shit.

In this kind of weather, wouldn't you be a drowned rat in the streets?He simply opened the ugly group and ordered takeaway.

"What should I eat?" Whatever, he doesn't think he's picky about food anyway.

At a glance, the salad is too vegetarian, the sushi is raw and cold, the barbecued pork rice is greasy, the fried rice cake is hot, the milk tea is fattening, and the spicy hot is acne...

Then this one.Braised Chicken and Rice.

After clicking on the mobile phone, Qiao Shuran placed an order at a shop called "This is a braised chicken", and then waited for the meal in peace.

It was raining red, and the takeaway was delayed. Qiao Shuran rubbed her flat stomach, feeling a little panicked from hunger.

There was no rider information on the food delivery app, so he had to call the store number marked on it.

The person who answered the phone was an aunt who sounded very kind, "Hello, this is 'This is a braised chicken'."

"Hello, I would like to ask, it's been almost an hour since I placed my order, why hasn't it been delivered yet?"

"What's the last number of your mobile phone? I'll check it for you."

Qiao Shuran said: "0429,"

"0, 4, 2, 9..." The proprietress checked the order, and said sadly, "Sorry, young man, you haven't delivered this yet, because it's raining outside now, and the riders don't take orders..."

"Ah? Like this?" Qiao Shuran's stomach matched the BGM of "Gurg Gu Lu" in due course.He glanced at the pouring rain outside the window, the weather is really bad now, "Well then, I'll wait."

The proprietress on the other end of the phone was full of apologies, thought of a way, and said: "I see that the address on your order is nearby, so how about it, I will find someone to deliver it to you now, and wait for about ten minutes, do you think it will work?" ?”

Anyway, I have been waiting for an hour, not short of the ten minutes, Qiao Shuran readily agreed: "Okay, no problem, thank you."

hang up the phone. 15 minutes later, his braised chicken arrived.

With a round red helmet in his hand, a black messenger bag on his back, and a dark brown pullover sweater, his whole body was as wet as if he had just been fished out of a pond, and the few strands of bangs hanging from his forehead were still dripping water .

——That was the first time Qiao Shuran saw Ning Han in his memory.

22-year-old Qiao Shuran stood at the door frame, staring at 22-year-old Ning Han in a daze.

The takeaway guy in front of him had handsome features and a fresh face, and his short black hair was neat and neat. His whole body was drenched by the rain, but he couldn't hide his youthful spirit.

There was a bright and clear light in the little brother's eyes, and Qiao Shuran suddenly felt: "Could it be the sunshine, otherwise how could it make people feel warm?"

The boy with sparkling eyes smiled and said to him, "Sorry, I'm late."

"Boom—!" Purple lightning pierced the sky, and a deafening thunder sounded from the distant sky.

I don't know if it was the thunder or the light in the boy's eyes that suddenly opened Qiao Shuran's mind.

At that moment, he knew that the vague hero in the script had a face.

A scene took shape in Qiao Shuran's mind in an instant——

On the night of the Republic of China, a young man from a rich family ran eagerly in the torrential rainy night, just to pick up the girl who just got off work from the newspaper office.

The handsome young master was out of breath, with an apologetic face, like a little golden retriever just out of the water, with an expectant and shy smile in his eyes.

He handed out a red rose half-damaged by the rain from his bosom, smiled and said to the girl, "Sorry, I'm late."

Qiao Shuran was stunned at the door, staring at the boy in front of him for a long time, and even forgot to pick up the stewed chicken.

"Sir?" Ning Han called softly, but Qiao Shuran didn't respond, so he handed the takeaway bag in front of him again, "Sir, your braised chicken has arrived."

Only then did Qiao Shuran come back to her senses, "Oh, oh, thank you."

He took the takeaway bag, saw the boy was dripping with water, and said kindly, "Let me get you a towel to wipe it off."

"Don't bother," said the other party, even with a nice voice.

"Are you going to catch a cold?"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter," Ning Han waved his hand, his fingers were slender and slender, with distinct bones.

Qiao Shuran, who was born with nine twists and eighteen bends, swallowed her throat, and said with a thump in her heart: "Ah...he even looks good with his hands."

Qiao Shuran lived on the first floor, and before he had time to say a few more words, the other party hurriedly turned around and rushed into the hazy rain, without even saying a word.

"Hey!" Qiao Shuran held the takeaway in his hand, his eyes were full of obsession.He watched the boy run away with nostalgia, his back gradually disappearing into the rain.

This is the male protagonist he wants, the soul-spirit match is perfect.

The formation of the hero's image is like the most crucial key, unlocking all of Qiao Shuran's creative inspiration for "Dawn"——

The male protagonist, Lu Ting'an, was originally a young man from a rich family who had no deep experience in the world, innocent and carefree. Later, he was killed by a traitor, and the former rich young man became a homeless dog.

After experiencing the sad events of family destruction and friend betrayal, seeing the country and the nation in danger, he gradually transformed into a responsible and responsible anti-enemy righteous man, guarding the country and his lover without hesitation.

The aroma of braised chicken in the room overflowed, and the computer keyboard made a crisp sound of "da da da".

At this moment, in front of Qiao Shuran's eyes, it seemed as if a projector was projecting images, and touching scenes flew by like a revolving lantern, and the city soaked in history gradually emerged——

The Jinling city was in flames, and the hero and heroine were fearless in the ash-filled ruins, embracing each other in blood.

Jiang Yiying held Lu Tingan's face in her hands, and said with tears in her eyes, "This life is already disabled. If you and I can live on, we will never see each other again..."

Lu Ting'an shook Jiang Yiying's hand, and said in a trembling voice, "Then we will find a prosperous and prosperous world in the next life, and we will meet again in the peaceful age of singing and dancing."

Gunpowder smoke filled the air, lingering and poignant, a couple who depended on each other for life and death delivered their blood and tears, and expressed their heartfelt heart, gradually disappearing in the sound of roaring artillery fire.

Three months later, a soul-stirring poem of the Republic of China was born from Qiao Shuran's pen.

He looked at the completed script with a disheveled face and haggard face, like a student who studied hard in a cold window and finally won the top prize, weeping with joy: "Dad—! Mom—! I did it——!"

The author says:

Sweet text.The love of braised chicken.