Elf elders are here. Although it is late now, the elves don’t mind moving at night. There is also a tribe of elves among the high elves who specialize in operating at night, so it is also called night elves.

The 900-year-old old man looked very excited and excited now. When he reached Robb’s front, he said impatiently: "Archdruid, I heard your maid say that you want to invite me to perform literature and art. creation?"

Robb couldn't help being amused: Look at this old man's joy! Beating the army of monsters, eating delicious cakes, riding the train, so many wonderful things, did not make this old man happy. Now I want to ask him to write something, what happened to him? Sure enough, are the elves proud of literature and poetry?

"Old gentleman, don't get excited." Robb said, "The script I want you to write is not a literary and artistic creation. There are still some differences between it and poetry, novels, and literature."

"Oh?" Elf elder stroked his white beard: "Where is the difference?"

Robb: "The difference is that the script is used to make the movie. The dialogue should be written in the most plain, close to the character's usual tone. You can't use the modes of tall poems and novels."

The elder elder said "Hey": "That is to say, you have to write market slang, right? Isn't that a low price? Alas, if you don't write or write, what I want to write is noble literature, and what I want to write is very profound. How can you write that kind of superficial stuff."

Robb put on a serious face and began to flicker: "Old sir, your idea is wrong! Don't you think that you can't express profound things in common slang?"

Elder Elf shook his head: "I don't think it can be!"

"Well then, let me give you an example."

Robb began to tell the story: "Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted to live in a big house since he was a child. So he worked hard to make money and finally bought a big house. Although he was very happy to have a new house, he made money. He ran out of money, living in a big empty house, but there was no money to spend, which made him feel very distressed."

The elder elder said: "What's so strange about this story? It's very low-end."

"Why? I haven't finished talking yet." Robb continued: "So, this man decided to make money again. He made money, he made money, he made money, and he earned back piles of gold coins, so he took these gold coins. They were piled up in his own house, and piled up in every corner of the house. As a result, he himself didn't even have a place to stay... So he sat on the balcony every day."

Robb pointed to a mansion in the distance, and the Elf Elder turned on his reconnaissance technique and saw that it was the home of Baron Noren. At this time, Baron Noren was sitting on the balcony looking at the stars, looking lonely and begging for defeat.

The elder said: "Is it the story of Baron Noren?"

"No!" Robb said: "I just saw Baron Nolan on the balcony, so I used him as an example. Did you hear anything from this story?"

Elder Elf thought about it seriously, and suddenly seemed to understand something: "Oh, I understand! This person makes money to buy a big house, but after buying a big house, he makes money and piles up the house, but he still doesn't have a big house. Live, and can only stay on the balcony, so what's the use for him to make money? Philosophy! Too philosophical! This is a great story, full of imaginable space."

Robb's secret music: Philosophy is a ghost! I just talk nonsense, nonsense! How you understand it is your business anyway.

The elder elder said: "Now I fully understand. Even with plain and easy-to-understand words, I can describe profound themes. Hahaha, I can definitely write such a story. Then, I will use the profound The story should be made into a movie, right?"

"Yes, yes! That's it." Robb said, "But, don't really write the kind of story I just told. The ordinary audience can't understand it. Only a master of art like you can understand it."

The Elf Elder was praised, and he was overjoyed. Being praised as a master of art is much happier than boasting about his magical combat skills. He shook his head and said, "Of course, how can ordinary people understand art like I do."

"So..." Robb dragged a long note: "I suggest that when you write a story, you should focus on love stories. Romantic love stories are the most convenient way to carry deep, direct points to people’s inner touch. Don’t you think ?"

The elder elder nodded: "Yes! The Archdruid makes sense, and I think the love story is the best. I will go back and write a love story and try to make it into a movie. Haha, I even have a little idea. Now, the name of this story is "Forest Love"."

Robb gave him a thumbs up: "Come on!"

The old man walked away happily, and while he was walking, he was thinking about the beautiful and touching love story he was about to write. He was too engrossed. He fell on the way up the mountain and the boss fell out of his head. But he didn't care at all, physical pain would not hinder spiritual prosperity.

The next morning, just before dawn, the Elf Elder came up with a long story. At such an age, he actually stayed up late to write a love story. Even if he was an Elf, he was a bit unable to hold it, with two black hairs. It looks very strange because of eye circles.

However, when people do things that they like, no matter how tired their body is, their spirits are also very vigorous. He actually ran into Robb’s church yard early in the morning and sat on the opposite side of the stone table and waited for Luo. Bai got up.

As soon as Robb came out and sat down on the stone chair, the old man took out his script and explained it, until he got Robb's affirmation, he said with infinite joy, "Do you think this can be filmed?" "

"Yes!" Although Robb thinks the story written by this guy is a bit old-fashioned, it is estimated that people in this era will not mind. After all, movies are new things, and even junk movies will be enjoyed by everyone.

The elder elder smiled and said: "Then I will go to prepare the actors now, find the most beautiful elves, the most handsome elves, and shoot the most poignant love story..."

Just as the elder elves said this, a dragon hawk rider suddenly flew over in the sky and landed beside them, reporting urgently: "Archdruid, elder, I found a small group of wolf cavalry moving in the forest six miles away. , How do you deal with it?"

The elder elder turned his head and hit the dragonhawk knight with a crutches on the head: "Take care of this small mess by yourself, don't interrupt me discussing art."

Dragonhawk Rider: "..."