Under the large neem tree on the river bank, a small wooden boat was moored in the green shade and remained motionless for a long time.

From Liang Zhu to Romeo and Juliet, to the Titanic; from Seven Friends of Snow Girl to Journey to the West, to the Ghost Story of the Chinese Girl…

When Xiaoxiao spoke at the end, her voice became hoarse.

But in Jin Zhonglun's eyes, which were stained with shade, a rare star light radiated.

Although it is just a story introduction, every story is so exciting, either tragic, or affectionate, or fantasy. Every story is full of amazing shining points.

"Where did Xiaoxiao hear these good stories?" Jin Zhonglun went out to search for ancient songs and good stories for so long, but he was not as much as he heard in the afternoon. At this moment, he really felt that "listening to your words is better than reading ten years of books."

Xiaoxiao shook his bamboo cup, and there was no drop of water left in it, so he simply poured Jin Zhonglun's water into his cup. Anyway, he was fascinated by the hearing just now, and he didn't even have time to take a sip of water.

Xiaoxiao had already arranged the most suitable narrator for these stories - "Ghost Arrow Feather."

"Who?" Even Kim Jong-lun thought the name was cool.

"A author of the article, this person has traveled all over the country and overseas countries, and has seen many strange things and strange people. These stories are what she heard in the outside world. In addition, Gui Zhiyu is not willing to make his real name public. He is a person who wants to maintain a sense of mystery." Xiaoxiao decided to launch Nijie - in fact, the stories she told just now have told Nijie one or two of them. She is very interested in this and agrees to write these stories outlines through her own performance.

If Xiaoxiao said that he heard these stories from overseas, it would be too many to tell them at the age of thirteen. It would be better to arrange these stories as a knowledgeable and mysterious narrator, which would be more convenient to use them.

This matter has also been discussed with Ni Jie himself. The names of the original authors of these books will be retained, and Gui Arrow Feather will appear as the adapter - in this way, it will respect the copyright of the original author.

"What impressed me the most was the story of the shipwreck." Jin Zhonglun shared his experience in listening to the story.

I knew it would be like this, after all, the Titanic was once Mr. Jin's favorite movie.

"It's a pity that those sea waters and giant ships cannot be displayed on the stage. After all, the shipwreck is the most important part of the story." President Jin fell into deep thought. "If you want to arrange this big drama, it will be a very complex and huge project. From writing a book to selecting actors, from the stage setting to the costume arrangement, and then to the final rehearsal success, it will take at least one or two years."

"But now the theater business is in a downturn and I urgently need a good show to save the scene." Xiaoxiao said what Jin Zhonglun was thinking.

Jin Zhonglun sighed at Xiaoxiao's cleverness: "Yes, it would be great if there was a wonderful small show that could be performed in a few months of rehearsal."

Xiaoxiao leaned back to the bow of the boat, looking at the giant umbrella-like neem tree, and suddenly a flash of inspiration appeared, remembering the story that shocked his soul that he had read a long time ago, and the classic old movie related to this story.

It was a story that no modern person would feel unfamiliar with in the last century, so many articles and film and television dramas have paid tribute to it.

"I really have a story here," Xiaoxiao told the story in a slightly hoarse voice-

"This story starts with a criminal who was once imprisoned for killing the trouble-provoking thugs in the market. Because he was unwilling to implicate his young wife, he took the initiative to divorce him." The quiet voice of Xiaoxiao echoed among the waves.

Because the beginning of the story was full of dramatic conflicts, Kim Jong-lun sat upright and listened, unable to bear to leave every word.

"A lot, many years later, the man finally got out of prison, but he was still thinking about his former wife and couldn't bear to disturb his current life, so he asked someone to send a message to his wife. The content of the letter was roughly written like this: If you are still living alone now, if you are willing to let me, a sinner, come back home, please tie a yellow veil on the tree at the door of your house. The bright yellow color is very dazzling, and I will see it from afar..."

Xiaoxiao's brief pause made Jin Zhonglun's eyes come, and his black pupils were full of urgency: Tell me quickly, I want to know what's next.

"The man returned to the familiar street market and turned a corner before him. The man was very nervous, not sure what was waiting for him, and what would the old tree in front of his house greet him: Is it his old green appearance? Or... would it be tied with a dazzling yellow handkerchief?"

When Xiaoxiao said this, her eyes looked at Jin Zhonglun: "What does Brother Zhonglun hope?"

"Of course I hope he can return. But both of these results seem to be a bit dull, and Xiaoxiao seems to give me an unexpected result." After all, Jin Zhonglun knows drama and knows what kind of conflict will bring impact to readers. "But, I can't think of a better result."

Xiaoxiao sat upright on the boat and announced the ending of the story with some emotion: "When the man walked into his own streets and alleys, he was completely stunned by the scene in front of him. A large ball of golden and dazzling colors hit his eyes. It turned out that on the old tree at the door of his house, there were yellow handkerchiefs tied up! Dozens, hundreds, thousands, and countless yellow handkerchiefs! These yellow handkerchiefs seemed to answer every question of him: Do you live alone? Yes; can you forgive me? I have never blamed you; would you like to let me come back? Come back, this has always been your home... The man looked at these shining yellow handkerchiefs, tears poured out of his eyes, and in his blurry sight, his wife's figure slowly walked towards him..."

This story, which has been told by Xiaoxiao for many years, is still thumping with excitement in her heart. Perhaps this is the classic.

"This is good!" Jin Zhonglun showed an excited look, "The story is short and exciting, and every step of development involves people's hearts, especially the last scene!"

That was simply the eternal scene that Kim Jong-lun had imagined countless times. As long as the audience who had watched this play would never forget this scene full of yellow handkerchiefs in their lifetime!

"It is not difficult to use a big tree as props. When the curtain is slowly opened, you can present this tree full of yellow handkerchiefs to the audience!" Jin Zhonglun has begun to imagine the stage effect.

Xiaoxiao still has his own thoughts: "But, is such a story suitable for our Yuanlong Dynasty?"

Kim Jong-lun was reminded by Xiaoxiao, and then he began to consider the rationality of the whole story: "In theory, the husband is imprisoned and the wife should wait for her husband."

Indeed, in ancient times, women had a low status. Even if their husbands proposed to divorce, they would be despised by everyone in this situation.

"How to change it?" Xiaoxiao fell into deep thought.

"Putting aside the jail term and the fact that the two are husband and wife, we can make a new set." Jin Zhonglun cleared his throat, showing a rare momentum of ready-to-hand grinding. "What if it is changed to an unmarried couple? Before the two got married, the man went to the battlefield. It has been more than ten years since he went there. People cannot communicate with women on the battlefield, and the battlefield is ruthless. The man's death has long been misrepresented in his hometown."

Xiaoxiao listened carefully and thought the story was unfolding very wonderfully.

"Until more than ten years later, both of them were no longer young. They were already middle-aged in their thirties. The man was injured on the battlefield and returned to his hometown with his legs lame. He thought that the woman must have married and had children, but there was still a trace of luck, so he asked someone to send a message to the woman. The content of the message was similar to what you said just now, and only the same thing about the broken legs was added."

Xiaoxiao nodded quickly: "Then, the yellow handkerchiefs on the tree were shocked, so this woman became even more rare, and the relationship between the two was even more rare."

A young unmarried woman has been waiting for her fiancé who went to the battlefield for her fiancé. Even after hearing the news of her death, she is still waiting for him. Perhaps it is a thought in the dark that he thought that he was not dead, and that he would definitely come back and find himself, and fulfill the loyal oath between the two.

Xiaoxiao felt more excited the more she thought about it: "Now it is the time for war, and our drama came into being! I believe that there are many women waiting for their fiancé to return from the battlefield. In this way, our drama will undoubtedly give everyone a shot of a heart-warming injection! It is touching and full of positive energy, and will also receive support from the court. It is simply perfect!"

Although Jin Zhonglun didn't understand any heart-boosting needles and positive energy, Xiaoxiao's general meaning was to understand: "Immediately write the book, and the lyrics and tunes in it were unfolded at the same time! By the way, is this story also told by that Ghost Arrow Feather?"

"Yes." Xiaoxiao didn't even know who the original author of the yellow handkerchief was. "At that time, we can indicate that it is from folk stories. As for the screenwriter, let's ask Guijianyu. I asked her to hurry up and write the book. If Brother Zhonglun is not satisfied, he can ask other authors to write it."

"I believe you look at people." Jin Zhonglun smiled slightly.

In Xiaoxiao's head, another flash of inspiration flashed: "And! Can I make the derivatives of this drama?"

"Okay, what are you going to use for derivatives?"

"Yellow Handkerchief!" Xiaoxiao was so excited that the boat swayed a few times. "I thought, I would choose the yellow and white plaid cloth to make yellow handkerchiefs! A circle of exquisite lace is sewn outside! When the day of the premiere, we can give every guest a yellow handkerchief! From now on, we will also sell this yellow handkerchief in the shops in the theater! I want this yellow handkerchief to become the token of Yuan Longchao's loyalty!"

"It depends on you." Kim Jong-lun's interest is only in the play, and he doesn't mind these derivatives or the like. "I'm just curious why I use yellow and white plaids?"

"The yellow color of the whole color is too monotonous. If it is embroidered, it will be too time-consuming and labor-intensive..." Xiaoxiao secretly glanced at Jin Zhonglun and finally told the truth: "Okay, actually I have a large inventory of this kind of cloth..."

"It's up to you." Jin Zhonglun smiled softly.

"And!" Xiaoxiao was excited, and the boat swayed again. "I hope this drama can be filled with a very fresh fragrance of flowers, and I will also dye those yellow handkerchiefs with this fragrance of flowers. Anyway, I want this drama to be eternal everywhere, whether it is the scene seen by the eyes, the tunes heard by the ears, or even the smells smelled between the nose!"

"I have heard about the Wen family, too." Jin Zhonglun stood up with a smile, held the bamboo hat on his head, and shook the oars, "Are you planning to launch a sweet dew named after a yellow handkerchief?"

I am worthy of being President Jin, and I can see it thoroughly.

"Zhonglun Ge's divine calculation."

"Was Xiaoxiao a shareholder of Wenjiaxiang Shop?"

"Okay, yes... this one needs to be kept confidential."
Chapter completed!