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

The story is in the form of letters to recall what happened to a man and a woman of the same name and surname in her youth. While recalling it, some feelings that were once ignored gradually emerged.

The plot itself has no ups and downs, and the content is all daily life that is so dull that it cannot be more dull. By chance, letters, enemies of 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 watching 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 understand." Xia Yuan nodded and said softly to Han Jue: "Just don't force you to make a blockbuster."

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

Xia Yuan stared at Han Jue's serious expression in surprise, and after she found that she was not joking, she had to get serious. "What's going on with you?" Xia Yuan sat upright, crossed his hands and fingers, and showed the posture of a psychologist or interviewer working.

Han Jue has known Xia Yuan for so long, and Xia Yuan can always appear in time when he is most confused, and then move away. For Han Jue, he is both a teacher and a friend. He is always willing to talk to Xia Yuan when he encounters something he is unsure.

Han Jue told Xia Yuan about her recent sluggish state, and Xia Yuan expressed her understanding. She even understood it a little too much because she is a person driven by interests, looking for challenges for herself everywhere, rejecting a calm and boring life, 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", "not to make money."

Han Jue said it was right.

Xia Yuan asked: "Don't you like the movies I've filmed before?"

"I don't like it, but I don't like it the most," Han Jue said, in that falling tone. "It can be said that all the movies and TV series I made before were actually preparing for the movies I wanted to make later."

Han Jue has accumulated experience, his techniques have been fully tempered, and he has enough funds as a guarantee. The company has also been on the right track. He no longer needs to ensure a 100% success rate, and the timing is just right in all aspects. More importantly, the mood is also right when shooting. The mood changes with experience, and experience will lead to the narrative characteristics changing as well. The tragedy that happened at the age of 20 may become comedy or nostalgic prose when looking back at the age of 40. In "Love Letter", there are mature fulfillment, childish secret love, memories hidden in the corner, heavy life and death, and relief after endlessly forgetting. Han Jue stands on the verge of 30, saying that he is young and is only half mature. Now it is just right to shoot it, and it cannot ruin the classics.

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

Han Jue wrote a lot of songs about memories, and Han Jue also wanted to present the movies about memories the most. Especially in "Love Letter", a movie where lovers are gone, and how the people who stayed should recall and live, it really has special significance to Han Jue who traveled through time.

Xia Yuan nodded: "I understand."

Han Jue was afraid that Xia Yuan would say something amazing, and he doubted: "Do you really understand?"

I really got it this time. Xia Yuan said: "Go and do it."

Han Jue was a little surprised: "That's it? Don't you say anything? The box office may not be able to recover the money."

Han Jue is not exaggerating. Like novelists, the best works often appear when it sets the works in the places they are most familiar with. Han Jue moved the story to China and changed the audio-visual language to his own style. He was not sure whether to finally make "Love Letter" or "Hello, Zhihua".

"It's okay, anyway, there's a lot of money, so it's still there. If money is not used with intelligence and will, the amount that can be redeemed is extremely limited." Xia Yuan smiled, not planning to sweep away the interest of his friends, "It's better to vote for you than to vote for other directors."

"A sect, some people should be regarded as face, and some people should be regarded as inner-minded. If Director Sun Xiaozhou wants to film movies that earn a big box office, you can make some literary and artistic movies with peace of mind and try 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 for it first, or if you really want to thank you, find some time to finish writing the novel of the same name. If there is no box office, at least earn some subsidy for royalties."

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

"You already know what you are going to do this time, so there is no need for me to say." Xia Yuan picked up the cigarette box and popped it up and bit it. "And I have never given you any advice. I just guide you to express your ideas and let you make your own decisions."

Han Jue opened a crack in the window and let some second-hand smoke spread in the room run out.

"By the way, there is another thing to tell you in advance so that you won't know after reading the news." Han Jue said: "My studio was taken away by a hacker, and there will be some arrangements in the next few days. If a reporter comes to the company to ask, you will 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, "You should just talk about such a big thing when you enter the door. Do you want to help?"

"Don't roll your eyes and smoke. It looks like you're smoking something illegal." Han Jue first complained, and then said, "No need for now."

Xia Yuan understood that the hacker problem was really not big, so he waved his hand and told Han Jue to leave quickly as soon as possible. She had to work overtime.

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

It was already four in the morning when I arrived in Dali. I drove for an hour and it was already past five o'clock when I got home. 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 the news, but unexpectedly, Director Wang replied immediately, not knowing whether he was not sleeping or just woke up.

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

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

Entering the yard from the gate, Han Jueun saw that the street light outside the door and the master bedroom on the second floor of the house were still on. It was the light left for him by Zhang Yiman.

Han Jue is moving faster and faster.

After a day of rain, it was very cold at this early morning. Every breath that Han Jue exhaled turned into white mist and dissipated in the air. The wind made his nose wet, but Han Jue felt that he was not cold at all.

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

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

Han Jue walked to the bedroom with the cat in his arms, and warm heating and warm light came. He saw Zhang San lying on the ground on his side, sleeping very sweetly, and his tongue fell out of his mouth. As a guardian, he was not wary of the dog.

On the bed, Zhang Yiman sat at the head of the bed and fell asleep, with a pillow behind her and a book on her chest, as if she had lost little by little to sleepy while reading and waiting for Han Jue.

Han Jue put Valentine's Day in its nest, took the toiletries and went to the first floor to clean himself, then returned to the room, took the book, and carried Zhang Yiman's neck to move the pillow away. Zhang Yiman opened her eyes half asleep and said muttering. Han Jue carefully placed her sleeping position, turned off the light, and entered the warm bed.

Han Jue sighed with satisfaction and comfort, as if someone who had been tired for a long time was finally able to rest.

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

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

He knew that his body was a little cold, so he wanted to not be so close to Zhang Yiman, but Zhang Yiman wrapped him tighter. Han Jue stopped getting a distance and hugged his lover wholeheartedly.

Han Jue hugged Zhang Yiman and thought that what prevented him from filming "Love Letter" at that time was not just the gap in experience, but also the funds and techniques. If you think about it just recall, then there is no meaning to continue to touch and confirm it. Only after experiencing so much, can you know what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, what to let go, and what to let the dead and living people have to live a better life, can you be truly confident that you can make the movie.

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

Han Jue lowered his head and kissed Zhang Yiman's hair, saying, "I understand."
Chapter completed!