Han Jue didn't expect Xia Yuan's uninvited, and the cooking of one meat and two vegetables was also according to his own taste.

No spicy, no spicy.

Xia Yuan is not picky, wearing a dark red turtleneck woolen sweater, sitting on the sofa and eating.

"Aren't the other rooms rented out?" When Xia Yuan walked downstairs, he found that only Han Jue's household was lit on this floor. This is also a side inquiry about the recruitment of Jalens's film team.

When Han Jue heard this, he sighed and said:

"No, I came in and found out I had been fooled. Jalens rented the house to the team just so that he could come down for meetings at any time after work, so that he could squeeze the labor force. Han Jue took a bite of green vegetables and complained.

In this world, even if you make a movie, you have to count man-hours. The associations of all types of film work have always protected the rights and interests of filmmakers of all types of work, stipulating how many hours of work are not allowed in a day. Even if you work overtime, you must not exceed how many hours. If an unscrupulous crew wants to rush work illegally, a resentful employee can sue the producer.

The protection of the rights and interests of film practitioners in this world really moved Han Jue, a hard-working screenwriter in his previous life.

In his previous life, Han Jue, as the main creator, stayed in those crews, sometimes the scenes were easy and the shooting was not difficult, the director would also take a break and let the assistant director shoot instead of him. As for other camera crews, when the task is not heavy, they can also be rotated in groups and groups, but he, a small screenwriter, must be present at all times.

Just because there was a cold guy on the shooting scene, an actor was [stuck] twice, spread his hands, and said [This line is not good?], or the director patted and patted, and suddenly slapped his head, saying that he wanted to [inspiration is here, let's change it], so if he wanted to shoot like this and that, Han Jue had to work hard to write new lines for them.

No human rights.

With a low salary, I don't know what to do.

It's good to be in this world. Just when Han Jue was gratefully planning to experience the feeling of being watched by others in Jarens's crew, Han Jue realized that he was still too naïve.

Since the day before yesterday, in addition to sound effects, all the work related to music in film production, and performed (pretending B) in [New York Street], Jalens ran to Han Jue's room from time to time, and did not go to those [first-class] workers, so he had a long talk with Han Jue, saying that he knew the importance of the soundtrack, and what power he wanted the soundtrack to have that transcended time, shocking the hearts of the audience, and then gave Han Jue a lot of records, saying that Han Jue should make music as good as these records.

After searching for the names of those musicians, Han Jue really wanted to strangle Jarenz.

The authors of those records are all music artists who have gone down in history!

Are you Jarens serious?

If you can make such a song and give you a part-time job?

Is this looking too highly at me Han Jue?

When Jalens came back this afternoon, Han Jue didn't let him in.

Han Jue and Xia Yuan ate silently and watched TV.

"Do you think it's boring?" Xia Yuan asked when he saw Han Jue looking at TV with an expressionless face.

"I really can't laugh. It's just that I still have a little bit of a feeling for this show. "Han Jue is saying that he accompanied his girlfriend to watch the Korean version of the variety show in his previous life, and now he sees these babbling hosts framing each other, and he can feel a little bit of Han Zong's shadow in his previous life. I can also deceive myself into feeling connected with my girlfriend.

Xia Yuan nodded and said, "That's right, you had a chance to settle down in the first season." Now watching these programs that I once missed, I should not be able to laugh. ”

Han Jue was silent for a while and said, "I forgot. ”

Han Jue watched while recalling the way his girlfriend laughed in his previous life. As for jokes and the like, Han Jue has already given up.

The joke is really a very personal thing. Even if Han Jue doesn't like it, he won't despise this show, saying things like vulgar and weird jokes.

"No matter how much you look at it, you won't find a laugh out of thin air. ”

"Then I'll look at you, can you eat quietly?" Han Jue turned his head to look at Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan really stopped talking, shrugged his shoulders, and sandwiched another chicken wing.

Han Jue insisted on watching it for three minutes and said, "Okay, I'm not suitable for this show, it's right that I didn't join before." Let's change the channel. ”

"So what are you watching "Five Days and Four Nights", it's boring. Xia Yuan was very straightforward, rolled his eyes and complained about why Han Jue didn't change the channel earlier. Apparently she also endured a hard time.

The picture stopped in "Five Days and Four Nights", where a host drank a glass of strangely colored liquid, twisted his face and wanted to explode, Xia Yuan took the remote control and decisively adjusted the stage.

Then I cut the TV to a show called "Psychic Wars."

"Psychic?" Han Jue tilted his head.

In life, some people claim to be able to talk to the soul of a dead person, or exchange information in a dream, and this phenomenon is called channeling. I've interviewed people like that. ”

"The result?" Han Jue said curiously.

Xia Yuan shook his head and said nothing. Dotted the TV with his chin and let Han Jue watch TV and talk less nonsense.

Han Jue just watched TV.

Han Jue saw that there were Taoist priests, monks, lamas, and even witches or shamans with very national costumes, each with their own pomp and means, and thought it was a pseudo-documentary type horror film.

"Interesting. Han Jue was interested, changed his sitting posture, and saw that the people and gods inside were chattering about casting spells, and he looked very seriously.

This kind of show would not have been possible on television at all in a previous life. It's pretty fresh to see now.

Xia Yuan gnawed on the chicken wings seriously, and looked as usual when he watched the TV.

After eating, Han Jue went to the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks.

Dishwasher!

Han Jue squatted on the ground, watching the dishwasher work, and watched it fascinatingly.

I feel that I have lost a huge branch of [housework] skills since then, which is a pity and very weak.

Xia Yuan was not embarrassed to say that he wanted to help at all, leaning back on the sofa, flipping through the books that Han Jue had left on the sofa in the living room and scattered on the ground.

"The Magic City Trivia", "What is Space", "Comic Shonen Weekly", ......

[It's a book that is not related to the wind and horses.] 】

Xia Yuan flipped through them one by one and pouted.

Guess a little badly, Han Jue will not confuse her vision, and don't want her to see that in fact, Han Jue only reads comics in many books! Other famous essays and popular science books are cover!

However, looking at the reading notes inside, Xia Yuan felt that he was thinking a little too much.

Xia Yuan put the books back on the ground and helped Han Jue code them neatly, but she saw that on the side of the pile of books, on the ground of the sofa, there was a yellow, orange and orange book, revealing a small corner.

I don't know if I wanted to hide or if I was accidentally kicked in.

Xia Yuan almost didn't see this notepad.

[Want to cover up...... Don't want me to see it? Don't want me to write it in?]

Xia Yuan pinched out the notepad.

I thought to myself, if it's a diary, then she'd better put it back honestly. [Han Jue's Diary] is already very famous, and it is better for her to stay away from this legendary thing.

Turn the first page.

Xia Yuan saw five words:

"Time and Space Traveler".

Underneath there is small print written in ballpoint pen:

[Xiao Han was twenty-one years old that year, and in the golden age of his life, he had a lot of extravagant hopes. He wanted to eat, he wanted to love, and he wanted to become a half-light and half-dark cloud in the sky at this moment. However, his father told him that the men of their family would gain the superpower of traveling through time at the age of twenty-one, and could keep going back in time......]

Xia Yuan looked at the previous sentence and felt very poetic, but when he looked at the back, the style of painting changed and became a brief introduction to the story. At the end, it seems that he was going to write a script, writing the time, place, and task, but Han Jue didn't write it down.

Xia Yuan turned again.

"Young Han's Fantasy Drifting".

[In the rainy season when Xiao Han was seventeen years old, their family decided to move their family, so the animals in Xiao Han's zoo also moved abroad with them. They boarded a cruise ship called the Titanic and met a young man named Jack ......]

Xia Yuan could see that Han Jue was writing quite casually, as if he was thinking of something to write. Some of the handwriting is very floating, as if it was written while laughing?

She didn't know.

"What are you writing here?" Xia Yuan frowned and flipped through Han Jue's notepad and asked Han Jue, who was arranging the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen.

Flip through it again, and there are quite a few things that are longer or shorter, the longest is no more than half a page, and the shortest is no more than a sentence or two.

"Ah, those are love letters. Han Jue wiped his hands and returned to the living room.

Seeing Xia Yuan holding his notepad, he was not furious.

After passing through the [Diary Gate], it was better to say that it was a shadow, and Han Jue had already kept an eye on it. When I wrote the synopsis of those past life movie stories, it was written in a mess, mixed together, and what came to mind.

How can the real script be placed in the living room.

"Love letters?" Xia Yuan said strangely, and flipped through the notepad again, trying to find traces of love letters.

"That's right," Han Jue walked over, took the notepad from Xia Yuan's hand, and said casually, "A love letter to this world." ”

This love letter is as thick as a book.