On February 14, 2008, the seventh day of the first lunar month, at night, the torrential rain poured down, as if the vision of the whole world suddenly became smaller, and only the raindrops that were stretched under the street lamps could be seen. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wind was as tight as it was as if it were a gust, and the rain was as tight as it was in bursts, and the downpour fell from the sky like a silver curtain hanging in the air. There was only the sound of "whoosh" in my ears, and the raindrops were like dense barbed wire, blowing from the sky to the ground endlessly, as if the Tianhe River had broken and fallen a torrential rain.

At this time, there is a dark blue "Maserati GT" parked on the road at the exit of Incheon Airport in Seoul to attract the attention of countless people, although the price of this car is not high, but it was just launched last year, and the sexy and charming appearance is rare in the whole of Seoul, and people can't help but look sideways. It's just that there has been a man standing next to him who is dressed in ordinary clothes and looks ordinary, which can't help but regret that people and cars are not worthy.

Just as the big guys were watching the car, the automatic doors of the airport opened, and a fashionably dressed young man walked out. Looking at the crowd gathering, the man frowned and walked through the crowd to the side of the car.

Putting down the luggage in his hand, the young man took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and the ordinary man who had been standing on the side immediately stepped forward and opened his mouth to shout "President" and took the luggage and put it in the car, and then bowed to the young man and bent down respectfully to present a car key.

The man did not rush to take the key, but took out the lighter, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and waited until the nicotine-laden smell of tobacco permeated his lungs in his chest cavity before he looked up and spit out the cloud of smoke that was not much left.

When he looked up, the airport lights shone on his face, and it was only then that people could see the young man's appearance. Black short and medium hair, soft bangs hanging down on the forehead, a handsome face with a slender and tall figure, the temperament is transcendent and extraordinary.

After taking two deep breaths, Han Muxuan threw away the cigarette butt, took the key in the hand of the man next to him and opened the door and got into the car. Seeing a girl on the side of the road who was soaked in rain, he seemed to have seen it somewhere, so he lowered the window, "hey", and handed over the umbrella that his mother forced to bring when he left home, and then the roaring engine sounded, and the car went away, leaving the stunned girl and countless discussions and speculations.

The congested roads in the city are crowded with people who are busy making a living, and their figures in various raincoats are like chess pieces that can't find a place in the cool rainy night. On the roof of the gray building, there were a few stray pigeons, full of worries, which looked even heavier in the rain.

Han Muxuan was a little unhappy, he didn't like to be watched by onlookers, he didn't like to be the center of attention, he felt like a monkey stripped naked under the gaze of too many people, which made him very unaccustomed to that.

The rafters rot first, Mu Xiu is destroyed by Lin Feng, he doesn't want to be the kind of bird that comes out, he likes to hide quietly behind and make a fortune, you can say that he is low-key, or you can say that he is insidious.

Too many things have made Han Muxuan, who was originally free and lazy, like a tight clockwork, and it is rare to go home for the New Year, and he plans to rest at home until school starts, but unfortunately Han Jun Trade will open for business tomorrow, and Han Muxuan, as the helmsman, still has no choice but to hurry back to Seoul.

Some things, indescribable, but unique, some feelings, hazy, seem to have them all. Some characters, like rain, fall and disappear into the dirt, leaving behind muddy roads that only stick to their feet. And some people, like lightning, come dazzling, shocking, domineering, and vigorous, but it is only for a moment.

Rainstorm and lightning, no matter how vigorous and shining, it is also a flash in the pan, Han Muxuan disdains and does not do it, he does not dare to boast of the sun, but he still looks forward to eternity.

The car passed by the pedestrian street and saw countless pairs of men and women, either holding roses in their hands, or sweetly hugging each other, showing their love with ropes on the streets of Seoul in the torrential rain.

Looking at the staggering scene in front of him, Han Muxuan realized that today was Valentine's Day, and drove home in a low voice after scolding the dog man and woman, like a single dog with an unbalanced heart, and let out a final sad scream.

When he got home, he found that Li Guangzhu was not there, Han Muxuan was stunned for a moment, could it be that this thousand-year-old single dog has also encountered spring, no, impossible.

Thinking of this, Han Muxuan was not calm, and immediately dialed a phone to go out, when he learned that Li Guangzhu was still at home in Nanyangzhou, Han Muxuan was relieved, and after hanging up the phone, he threw away his mobile phone and went to take a shower, and the continuous singing from the bathroom showed that Han Muxuan was indeed very relieved and happy.

The happy Han Muxuan didn't pay attention to what he thought of, so Li Guangzhu on the other end of the phone went straight to Sparta.

The next morning, Han Muxuan, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, drove to Shenshan Screenwriting Academy after presiding over the first general meeting of the company of the New Year of Han Jun Trade. Seeing Shen Shan saluting and saying hello, Han Muxuan directly put forward the purpose of coming over this time, and took out the script of the speeding scandal and said that he was going to find a director named Jiang Jiongzhe to shoot.

"Kang Hyung-chul?" Who's this? Shen Shan remembered that he had never heard of this name, "Does he have any works?" ”

"No, I don't know." Han Muxuan shook his head.

"The script is very good, and the story outline and scene setting are also very attractive, but I don't have an impression of Jiang Jiongzhe, can you change it? How is Guo Jae-yong? He directed my brutal girlfriend, and he should be right for your speeding scandal, and I can try to help you get the script to him. ”

"I just heard that Jiang Jiongzhe is a person, I think this person is very suitable, teacher, you have been immersed in the screen circle for decades, and you have a wide network, so please teacher. Director Guo Jaerong has been famous for a long time, and it is not certain whether he will fall in love with this script, the student Bo has family resources and wants to participate in a little investment, Jiang Jiongzhe is a newcomer, and the student thinks it is relatively suitable. ”

Han Muxuan was also very helpless, the script was just a dozen pages, except for the story outline, scene location and character settings. For the formation of a film work, a good script only provides the foundation, and what really depends on the director's set, shooting, and overall control.

Guo Zairong is very suitable, but Han Muxuan wants to be cautious, he doesn't want to make any changes that cause unknown follow-up development, if there is another butterfly effect, it will really be over, so he can only trouble Jiang Jiongzhe.

Han Muxuan was very firm, so Shen Shan had no choice but to take off his glasses and wipe them, rub his eyes and put away the unspoken persuasion, and took out his mobile phone to inquire about Jiang Jiongzhe, the "director".

Although Shen Shan, who has great powers, has not had any famous works so far, only the two movies "Sunrise City" written in 1999 and "Silk Shoes" written in 2006 were successfully produced, which are no different from hitting the streets, and then set up an alternative screenwriting school.

However, Shen Shan really lived up to his title of being a wonder in the screenwriting industry, and really let him inquire about Jiang Jiongzhe's contact information, but his gaze at Han Muxuan was a little strange.

Han Muxuan touched his nose consciously and was silent.