[MTL] Heaven's Greatest Plan ✔

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Shen Junyi spent an hour reading the script of "I want to remember", then raised his head and said to Bi Zhou, who was gradually feeling uncomfortable next to him, "I want to shoot this."

Bi Zhou showed a frightened expression.

Although his own celebrities don't care about things in their daily lives, they have always been serious and independent in their work. He is now saying that he wants to take this, that is, he is 100% sure in his heart.

Bi Zhou just wanted to drag out the staff who sorted out the script for a fight.

Although knowing that there is almost no room for change in the things he decided, Bi Zhou still wanted to struggle a bit, begging his ancestors to put the other four notebooks into his arms: "Don't make decisions so quickly, you haven't read these yet. Well! What if there is something you like better!"

Shen Jun thought about the same reason, but he didn't refuse, and picked up the other four books and read them again.

Then after reading it, I picked up the book of "I want to remember" and shook it towards Bi Zhou: "I'm sure, that's it."

Bi Zhou: "..."

Are the four carefully selected scripts really better than this slippery fish who doesn't know how to get in? Wouldn't he bring his own filters because the little director is his fan?

Bi Zhouyi took the script over with dignity.

"I want to remember" is about an incomplete love story.

The naughty boy who grew up in the countryside met a girl who came here because of his parents' work. The girl is different from everyone he knows, soft and beautiful, quiet and well-behaved, like the little daisies blooming in the wind, and the dimples are full of sunshine.

His happiest thing every day is to climb up the tree, climb over the wall, avoid the women drying clothes in the yard, and put the most beautiful flowers he picked from the steepest cliff on the girl's window sill.

Then the boy hid like a wild cat on the lush jujube tree outside the wall. He saw the girl in the white dress opening the window, curiously and happily picked up the bunch of flowers, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, showing a soft smile.

Then he will be in a good mood all day long, slipping down from the tree while whistling, and losing the fight with the kid king of the neighboring village without feeling sad.

Later, the girl moved away with her parents, and the boy ran after the car for a long time.

The car stopped on the muddy road between the wheat fields, and the girl rolled down the window and looked at the boy with red eyes.

He was panting, but grinning, took down the bunch of flowers pinned to the waist of his pants and handed it to her. The morning dew still remained on the petals, and the boy waved to her and said, don't forget me and here.

He thought, he is always going to find him.

When he grows up and has money, he will buy her the most beautiful dress in the world and give her the most beautiful flowers.

But seeing each other a few years later, the girl completely forgot about him. Forget the field they ran across holding hands, forget the flowers that always bloomed on her windowsill.

She was sick, and had a disease that would lose all her previous memories every once in a while.

The unexpected death of her parents left her with incurable stress trauma. Every once in a while, she had to face a completely unfamiliar world, and each time, she had to re-recognize everything, experiencing endless fear of the unknown over and over again.