This star is from the earth

The story of "Love Letter" Han Jue has not yet been written into a script, but first written into a novel. The length is not long, the content is not very detailed, only the general plot. Xia Yuan also recalled it carefully, and then remembered that he had read it in Han Jue's notebook full of story outlines, and it was on the second or third page.

The story is in the form of letters, recalling what happened to a man and a woman with the same name and surname when they were young. While recalling, some feelings that were once neglected gradually emerged.

The plot itself has no ups and downs, and the content is all about everyday life that is too plain to be plain. Strange letters, enemies with the same name and surname, and people with the same appearance are all common routines in romance films. At that time, Xia Yuan didn't take it seriously after reading it, thinking it was just Han Jue's practice work, but he didn't expect Han Jue to say that he wanted to film this story.

"I know." Xia Yuan nodded, and said to Han Jue in a relaxed tone: "I don't force you to make blockbuster movies."

Han Jue's forehead darkened, and he said, "I mean it."

Xia Yuan stared at the serious expression on Han Jue's face in surprise, and after realizing that she was not joking, she also had to be serious. "What's going on with you?" Xia Yuan sat up straight, crossed his fingers, and assumed the posture of a psychologist or interviewer at work.

Han Jue has known Xia Yuan for so long, and Xia Yuan can always appear in time when he is most confused, give him a few calls, and then drift away. For Han Jue, he is both a teacher and a friend. He is always willing to deal with uncertain things. Talk to Xia Yuan.

Han Jue told Xia Yuan about his recent downturn, and Xia Yuan expressed his understanding. She even understands a little too much, because she is a person driven by interests, looking for challenges for herself everywhere, rejecting the boring life of calmness, and understanding the importance of fun to life. After listening to Han Jue's statement, she concluded: "So I want to make a movie I like", "It's not the kind for making money".

Han Jue was right.

Xia Yuan asked: "Don't you like the previous films?"

"It's not that I don't like it, but it's not my favorite," Han Jue said, with a downcast tone, "It can be said that all the movies and TV series I made before are actually preparations for the movies I want to make later. .”

Now that Han Jue has accumulated experience, his techniques have been fully honed, he has enough funds as his confidence, and the company is on the right track. He no longer needs him to guarantee a 100% success rate, and the timing is just right in every aspect. More importantly, the mood when shooting was just right. Mood changes with experience, and experience will lead to changes in the characteristics of the narrative-a tragedy that happened at the age of twenty may turn into a comedy or nostalgic prose when you look back at the age of forty. In "Love Letter", there are mature fulfillment, naive secret love, memories hidden in the corner, heavy life and death, and relief after obsession. Han Jue stands on the edge of thirty years old, saying that he is still young, and he is mature It's only half mature, and it's just right to shoot it now, so it can't ruin the classic.

"This story is actually the first movie I wanted to make, but I couldn't handle it before. Making it would ruin it. Now I think it's time." Han Jue said.

Han Jue has written a lot of songs about memories, and Han Jue most wants to present movies about memories. In particular, "Love Letter" is a movie about how the lover should remember and live after the lover is gone. It really has special meaning for Han Jue who came through time travel.

Xia Yuan nodded: "I see."

Han Jue was very afraid that Xia Yuan would say something surprising again, so he doubted, "You really know?"

This time I really got it. Xia Yuan said, "Let's do it."

Han Jue was a little surprised: "That's it? You don't say anything? The box office probably won't make it back."

Han Jue is not scaremongering. A film director, like a novelist, often does his best work when it sets the work in places they know best. Han Jue moved the story to China and replaced the audio-visual language with his own style. He was not sure whether he would be able to make "Love Letter" or "Hello, Zhihua" in the end.

"It's okay, anyway, if you have a lot of money, you can put it away. If the money is not used together with intelligence and will, it will be extremely limited." Xia Yuan smiled, and did not intend to spoil the interest of his friends. "It's better to vote for other directors." Vote for you."

"In a sect, there are people who are honorable, and others who are respectful. Let director Sun Xiaozhou make movies that earn big box office, and you can rest assured to make some literary movies and try to win a few awards." Although Xia Yuan is not optimistic about "" "Love Letter", but still support Han Jue to do what he wants to do.

"Thanks."

"Don't rush to thank, or if you really want to thank, find time to finish writing the novel of the same name. If there is no box office, at least earn some subsidy for the manuscript fee."

"..."

As soon as the business was over, Han Jueren relaxed a lot. He stood up, poured himself some tea, and said, "I thought you'd give some advice, as before."

"You already know what you want to do this time, so you don't need me to tell you." Xia Yuan picked up the cigarette case, popped out a cigarette and bit it, "And I never gave you any advice, I just guided you to think Speak up and let you make up your own mind."

Han Jue opened the window a crack to let out some of the second-hand smoke that filled the room.

"By the way, there is one more thing to tell you in advance, so that you don't find out after reading the news." Han Jue said: "Some things have been taken away from my studio by hackers. There will be some arrangements in the next few days. If there are reporters Come to the company to ask, and you just say you don’t know.”

Xia Yuan was stunned for a few seconds, then lit a cigarette with a lighter, rolled his eyes and said, "Such important matters should be discussed as soon as you enter the door. Do you want to help?"

"Don't roll your eyes while smoking, it looks like you are smoking something illegal." Han Jue complained first, and then said: "Not for now."

Xia Yuan understood that the hacker problem was really not a big deal, and waved her hand to tell Han Jue to leave as soon as she had nothing to do, and she had to work overtime.

After Han Jue made an appointment with Xia Yuan for the Lantern Festival dinner with a smile, he left [Tinder], took Xiao Zhou and went straight to the airport, preparing to return to Zhang Yiman's side.

It was already four o'clock in the morning when we arrived in Dali. After driving for an hour, we arrived home after five o'clock. The sky was only a little blue, and even the breakfast shop was not open.

Han Jue first sent a text message to Director Wang to inform him of the news, but he didn't expect Director Wang to reply immediately, and he didn't know if he was asleep or just woke up.

"Teacher Zhang is waiting for you." Director Wang said.

Han Jue drove Xiao Zhou away immediately, and walked home quickly.

Entering the yard from the gate, Han Jue could see that the street lights outside the gate and the master bedroom on the second floor of the house were still on. That was the lamp Zhang Yiman left for him.

Han Jue walked faster and faster.

After a rainy day, the early morning was very cold at this time. Every breath Han Jue exhaled turned into white mist and dissipated in the air. The wind dampened his nasal cavity, but Han Jue felt that he was not cold at all.

He opened the door lightly, for fear of disturbing the guests and Sister Meng.

Han Jue didn't go upstairs immediately, but looked for Valentine's Day downstairs. Because he knew that Valentine would not sleep with Zhang Yiman on Valentine's Day without him. Sure enough, Han Jue finally found the cat in the study. When he opened the door, Valentine's Day had already woken up, lying on his stomach in the cold-proof jacket he left in the study, in a state of alert, ready to run at any time. When it found out that it was Han Jue who came in, it meowed softly again, blaming Han Jue for coming, then put down its guard, and was hugged by Han Jue with peace of mind.

Han Jue walked to the bedroom with the cat in his arms, and was greeted by warm heating and warm light. At a glance, he saw Zhang San lying on his side on the ground, sleeping very soundly, with his tongue falling out of his mouth, showing no vigilance as a watchdog at all.

On the bed, Zhang Yiman fell asleep while sitting on the head of the bed, with a pillow behind him and a book on his chest, as if he lost to sleepiness bit by bit while reading a book and waiting for Han Jue.

Han Jue put Valentine's Day in its nest, took the toiletries and went to the first floor to wash himself, then went back to the room, took away the books, and moved the pillow away with Zhang Yiman's neck. Zhang Yiman opened his eyes half-asleep and half-awake, babbling. Han Jue carefully arranged her sleeping position, turned off the light, and entered the warm bed.

Han Jue let out a satisfied and comfortable sigh, as if a person who had been tired for a long time was finally able to rest.

Soon, the warm and soft body beside him leaned up, feeling the chill from the outside on his body, Zhang Yiman woke up a little bit, and asked Han Jue in a daze: "What time is it?"

Han Jue stuck to Zhang Yiman, smelled the smell of home, and said softly: "It's almost six o'clock."

He knew that his body was still a little cold, so he wanted to not be so close to Zhang Yiman, but Zhang Yiman wrapped him even tighter instead. Han Jue stopped keeping the distance, and embraced his lover wholeheartedly.

Holding Zhang Yiman in his arms, Han Jue thought to himself that what prevented him from making "Love Letter" was not only the gap in experience, funds and techniques. Recalling the constant self-touching and affirmation really means little if it's just a recollection. Only after going through so much, knowing what it means to let go, what it means to be relieved, what it means to live a better life, can you really be sure to make a movie.

"It's so late... come back earlier next time." Zhang Yiman pouted and reminded Han Jue.

Han Jue lowered his head and kissed Zhang Yiman's hair, and said, "Got it."

Some time ago I was a little bit stuck, but now it has been sorted out, and updates will come one after another in the future.