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

The story is in the form of a letter, recalling the events of a man and a woman with the same name and surname in their youth, and at the same time, some feelings that had been ignored gradually emerged.

There are no ups and downs in the plot itself, and the content is too bland to be bland. Erroneous letters, enemies with the same name and surname, and people with the same appearance are all very common routines in romance movies. At that time, Xia Yuan didn't pay attention to it after reading it, thinking that this was just Han Jue's practice, but he didn't expect Han Jue to say that he wanted to shoot this story.

"I see. Xia Yuan nodded, and said in a soothing tone to Han Jue: "I don't force you to make blockbusters." ”

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

Xia Yuan stared at the serious look on Han Jue's face in surprise, and after finding out that it wasn't a joke, she had to get serious. "What's the matter with you?" Xia Yuan sat up straight, crossed his fingers with his hands, and posed as a psychiatrist or interviewer.

Han Jue has known Xia Yuan for so long, Xia Yuan can always appear in time when he is most confused, click a few times, and then float away, for Han Jue is also a teacher and friend, he is always willing to talk to Xia Yuan when he encounters uncertain things.

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

Han Jue was right.

Xia Yuan asked: "Don't you like the ones you made before?"

"It's not that I don't like it, but it's not my favorite," Han Jue said, in that falling tone, "It can be said that all the movies and TV series I have made before are actually preparing for the movies I want to make in the future." ”

Han Jue has now accumulated experience, his skills have been fully honed, he has enough funds as confidence, and the company is also on the right track, he no longer needs to guarantee a 100% success rate, and the timing is just right in all aspects. What's more, the mood at the time of shooting was also just right. The mood changes with experience, and experience leads to a change in the characteristics of the narrative - a tragedy that occurred at the age of twenty may become comedy or nostalgic prose when it is looked back at at the age of forty. In "Love Letter", there are mature fulfillments, childish crushes, memories hidden in the corners, heavy life and death, and relief after never forgetting, Han Jue stands on the edge of thirty years old, saying that he is still young, and that he is only half mature when he says that he is mature, and now he is just right to shoot it, and he can't spoil the classics.

"This story was actually the first film I wanted to make, but I couldn't control it before, and making it would ruin it, and now I think it's time. Han Jue said.

Han Jue has written a lot of songs about memories, and Han Jue also wants to present movies about memories. Especially "Love Letter", a movie like "Love Letter", where the lover has gone and how the people left behind should remember and live, really has a special meaning for Han Jue who has traveled through.

Xia Yuan nodded: "I see." ”

Han Jue was afraid that Xia Yuan would say something shocking, and said suspiciously, "Do you really know?"

This time I really knew. Xia Yuan said, "Go and do it." ”

Han Jue was a little surprised: "That's it, don't you say something? The box office is likely to not be able to recover the original." ”

Han Jue was not alarmist. A film director, like home, often finds the best work when it sets the work in the place they know best. Han Jue moved the story to Huaxia and changed the audio-visual language to his own style, and he was not sure whether he could shoot "Love Letter" or "Hello, Zhihua" in the end.

"It's okay, anyway, there is a lot of money, and if you put it away, you can put it away. If money is not used with the intellect and will, it is extremely limited. Xia Yuan smiled, not planning to spoil his friend's interest, "It's better to vote for other directors than to vote for you." ”

"In a sect, some people are the face, and some people must be the insiders. Let Director Sun Xiao Zhou shoot a movie that earns a big box office, and you can make some literary movies with peace of mind, and strive to win a few awards. Although Xia Yuan was not optimistic about the prospects of "Love Letter", he still supported Han Jue to do what he wanted to do.

"Thank you. ”

"Don't rush to thank you yet, or if you really want to thank you, find a time to finish writing the same name. If the box office doesn't have it, at least earn some manuscript fee subsidies. ”

“......”

As soon as the business was over, Han Jueren relaxed a lot. He got up and poured himself some tea and said, "I thought you would say something like you did before." ”

"You already know what you're going to do this time, so you don't need me to talk about it. Xia Yuan picked up the cigarette case, popped out one and bit it, "And I never gave you advice, I just guided you to say what you thought, and then let you make your own decisions." ”

Han Jue opened a crack in the window, allowing some second-hand smoke in the room to escape.

"By the way, there's one more thing to tell you in advance, so you don't know until you end up watching the news. Han Jue said: "My studio was taken away by hackers, and there will be some arrangements in the next few days, if a reporter comes to the company to ask, you just say you don't know." ”

Xia Yuan was stunned for a few seconds before lighting a cigarette with a lighter, rolling his eyes and saying, "This kind of big thing should be said as soon as you enter the door." Would you like to help?"

"Don't roll your eyes and smoke at the same time, it looks like you're smoking something illegal. Han Jue first complained, and then said, "Don't use it for the time being." ”

Xia Yuan understood that the hacker problem was really not a big deal, and waved his hand to let Han Jue leave as soon as he was fine, she still had to work overtime.

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

When I arrived in Dali, it was already four o'clock in the morning, and I drove for an hour, and it was already more than five o'clock when I got home, and 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 hadn't slept or just woken up.

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

Han Jue immediately drove Xiao Zhou away, and he hurried home.

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

Han Jue walked faster and faster.

It rained all day, and the early hours of the morning were very cold. Every breath Han Jue exhaled turned into a white mist and dissipated in the air, and the wind froze his nasal passages damp, 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 right away, but looked downstairs for Valentine's Day. Because he knew that without him, Valentine's Day would not sleep with Zhang Yiman. Sure enough, Han Jue finally found the cat in the study. When he opened the door, Valentine's Day had woken up, lying in the coat he had left for the study to protect himself from the cold, in a state of alert, ready to run at any moment. When it found out that it was Han Jue who came in, it meowed softly again, blaming Han Jue for why he came, and then let down its guard and was held in Han Jue's arms with peace of mind.

Han Jue walked to the bedroom with the cat in his arms, and the warm heating and warm light hit. At a glance, he saw Zhang San lying on the ground on his side, sleeping very sweetly, his tongue falling out of his mouth, and he was not vigilant as a housekeeper at all.

On the bed, Zhang Yiman sat at the head of the bed and fell asleep, with a pillow behind him, and a book on his chest, as if he was losing to sleepiness little by little in the process of reading books and waiting for Han Jue.

Han Jue put Valentine's Day in its nest, took the toiletries to the first floor to wash himself, and then returned to the room, took the books, and lifted the pillow away with Zhang Yiman's neck. Zhang Yiman opened his eyes half-asleep and whispered. Han Jue carefully put her sleeping position, turned off the light, and went into the warm quilt.

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

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

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

He knew that his body was still a little cold, so he wanted to cling to Zhang Yiman so closely, but Zhang Yiman wrapped him tighter instead. Han Jue no longer distanced himself and hugged his lover wholeheartedly.

Han Jue hugged Zhang Yiman and thought to himself that what prevented him from filming "Love Letter" at that time was not only the gap in experience, funds and techniques. If recollection is just recollection, then there is really no point in continuous self-touching and affirmation. Only after experiencing so much that I know what it means to let go, what it is to be relieved, and what it means to have a better life for people who have passed away and are alive, can I really be sure to make a movie.

"So late...... I'll be back early next time. Zhang Yiman pouted and admonished Han Jue.

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

It was a bit of a Kavin some time ago, but now it's sorted out, and updates will come one after another in the future.

(End of chapter)