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    The story of "Love Letter" has not yet been written into a script by Han Jue, but it has been written into a novel first.  The length is not long and the content is not very detailed, only the general plot.  Xia Yuan also recalled it carefully, and then remembered that he had read it on Han Jue's notepad filled with the outline of the story, which 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 when they were young. While recalling, some feelings that had been ignored gradually emerge.

    The plot itself has no ups and downs, and the content is all about ordinary daily life.  Mistaken letters, enemies with the same name, and people with the same appearance are all very common clich¨¦s in romance movies.  At that time, Xia Yuan didn't take it to heart after reading it, thinking that it was just an exercise for Han Jue, but he didn't expect that Han Jue said he wanted to film the story.

    "I understand." Xia Yuan nodded and softened his tone to Han Jue: "I won't force you to make a blockbuster."

    Han Jue¡¯s forehead went dark and he said, ¡°I¡¯m telling the truth.¡±

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

    Han Jue has known Xia Yuan for so long. Xia Yuan can always appear in time when he is most confused, give him a few instructions, and then drift away. To Han Jue, he is both a mentor and a friend. He is always willing to do something when he is uncertain.  Talk to Xia Yuan.

    Han Jue told Xia Yuan about his recent downturn, and Xia Yuan expressed his understanding.  She is even a little too understanding, because she is a person driven by interests, looking for challenges for herself everywhere, rejecting a boring and 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 that I like" and "not to make money."

    Han Jue is right.

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

    "It's not that I don't like it, but it's not my favorite," Han Jue said, in a downcast tone, "It can be said that all the movies and TV series I made in the past are actually preparations 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 a foundation, and the company is on the right track. He no longer needs to guarantee a 100% success rate. The timing is just right in every aspect.  More importantly, I was in the right mood when shooting.  Mood changes with experience, and experience will lead to changes in narrative characteristics - a tragedy that happened at the age of twenty may become a comedy or nostalgic prose when you look back at it at the age of forty.  "Love Letter" contains mature fulfillment, childish secret love, memories hidden in corners, heavy life and death, and relief after lingering on. Han Jue stands on the edge of thirty, saying that he is still young, and that he is mature.  It's only half mature, so it's just the right time to shoot it, so I can't ruin the classic.

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

    Han Jue has written a lot of songs about memories, and he also wants to present movies about memories the most.  In particular, movies like "Love Letter", in which the lover has passed away and how the people left behind remember and live, really have special meaning to Han Jue, who has traveled through time.

    Xia Yuan nodded: "I understand."

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

    This time I really know.  Xia Yuan said: "Just do it."

    Han Jue was a little surprised: "That's it? Why don't you say something? The box office will probably not be able to recover the money."

    ?? Han Jue is not being alarmist.  Film directors, like novelists, often do their best work when it is set in a place they are most familiar with.  Han Jue moved the story to China and changed the audio-visual language into his own style. He was not sure whether he would make "Love Letter" or "Hello, Zhihua" in the end.

    "It's okay. Anyway, there is a lot of money, so just leave it alone. If money is not used together with intelligence and will, what can be exchanged is extremely limited." Xia Yuan smiled, not intending to dampen his friend's interest, "It would be better to invest in other directors.  Vote for you.¡±

    "In a sect, some people have to be the face, and some have to be the inside. Let director Sun Xiaozhou shoot the movies that make big box office, so you can just make some literary movies and try to win a few awards." Although Xia Yuan is not optimistic about "  Love Letter", but still supports Han Jue to do what he wants to do.

    "Thanks."

    "Don't be in a hurry to thank me, or if you really want to thank me, find time to finish writing the novel of the same name. If it doesn't hit the box office, at least earn some royalties as a subsidysubsidy.  "

    ""

    As soon as the business was finished, Han Jueren relaxed a lot.  He stood up, poured himself some tea, and said, "I thought you would give me 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 advice, I just guided you to put your ideas into practice."  Just say it and let you make your own decision."

    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 I want to tell you first, lest you find out after watching the news at the end." Han Jue said: "Some things were taken away by hackers in my studio. There will be some arrangements in the next few days. If there are reporters  Come to the company and ask, just say you don¡¯t know.¡±

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

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

    Xia Yuan understood that the hacker problem was really not a big deal, so he waved his hand and told Han Jue to leave immediately because she had nothing to do. 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] and took Xiao Zhou straight to the airport, preparing to return to Zhang Yiman.

    It was already four o'clock in the morning when we arrived in Dali. After driving for an hour, it was already past five o'clock when we got home. The sky was hazy and 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. Unexpectedly, Director Wang replied immediately. He didn¡¯t know whether he was awake or just woke up.

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

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

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

    Han Jue walked faster and faster.

    It had been raining all day, and it was very cold in the early morning.  Every breath Han Jue exhaled turned into white mist and dissipated in the air. The wind made his nasal cavity moist from the cold, but Han Jue felt that he was not cold at all.

    He opened the door softly, fearing to disturb the guests and Sister Meng.

    Han Jue did not go upstairs immediately, but looked for Valentine's Day downstairs.  Because he knew that Valentine would not sleep with Zhang Yiman without him around.  Sure enough, Han Jue finally found the cat in the study.  When he opened the door, Valentine had already woken up and was lying in the coat he had left for the study to protect him from the cold. He was alert and 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 coming, then put down its guard and was safely carried into Han Jue's arms.

    Han Jue walked to the bedroom with the cat in his arms, and felt warm warmth and 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. He had no vigilance at all as a watchdog.

    On the bed, Zhang Yiman sat on the head of the bed and fell asleep, with a pillow behind her and a book on her chest. She seemed to be losing sleepiness little by little while reading and waiting for Han to wake up.

    Han Jue put Valentine in its nest, took the toiletries and went to the first floor to clean himself, then returned to the room, took away the books, and moved the pillow away while holding Zhang Yiman's neck.  Zhang Yiman opened her eyes half asleep and murmured.  Han Jue carefully placed her sleeping position, turned off the light, and got into the warm bed.

    Han Jue let out a satisfied and contented sigh, as if someone who had been tired for a long time could finally rest.

    Soon, the warm and soft body next to him leaned forward. Feeling the chill on his body from the outside, Zhang Yiman woke up a little and asked Han Jue drowsily: "What time is it now?"

    Han Jue leaned against Zhang Yiman, smelling 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 stay less close to Zhang Yiman, but Zhang Yiman hugged him tighter instead.  Han Jue stopped keeping distance and embraced his lover with all his heart.

    Han Jue hugged Zhang Yiman and thought to himself that what prevented him from filming "Love Letter" was not just the gap in experience, funds and skills.  If recalling is just recalling, then there is really no point in constant self-stroking and validation.  Only after experiencing so much, and knowing what letting go, what relief is, and what it means to live a better life after the death of others, can we truly be confident in making a movie.

    "It's so late Come back early next time." Zhang Yiman pouted and warned Han Jue.

    Han Jue lowered his head and kissed Zhang Yiman¡¯s hair and said, ¡°I know.¡± (Remember this website¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com
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