This star is from the earth

Han Jue didn't expect Xia Yuan to come here uninvited, and he cooked one meat and two vegetables according to his own taste.

Not spicy, not spicy.

Although Han Jue didn't know Xia Yuan not long ago, they generally understood each other's character. He didn't ask politely if he wanted to add new dishes for her.

Xia Yuan can be regarded as one of the few friends he has in this world. Han Jue doesn't need to be polite when he treats his friends.

Xia Yuan is not picky about food, he just came here to eat what he was given.

She was wearing a dark red turtleneck sweater, sitting on the sofa eating, crossing her legs, leisurely.

"Aren't the other houses rented out?" When Xia Yuan walked downstairs, he found that only Han Jue's house on this floor had lights on. This can be regarded as a sideways question about the recruitment of the film team of Jalens.

When Han Jue heard this, he sighed and said:

"No, I only found out that I was cheated when I moved in. Guy Rensi rented the house to the team members purely to make it convenient for him to come down for meetings at any time after get off work. It is convenient for him to squeeze the labor force." Han Juechi He took a mouthful of vegetables and complained.

In this world, even filmmaking is counted as man-hours. The associations of various types of film work have always protected the rights and interests of filmmakers of various types of work, and stipulated how many hours are not allowed to work in a day. Even if it is overtime, it must not exceed how many hours. If an unscrupulous crew wants to rush to work illegally, the resentful employees can sue the producer.

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

In the previous life, Han Jue was the main creative staff, and in those crews, sometimes the scenes were easy, and when the shooting was not difficult, the director would take a rest and let the assistant director take his place in the filming. As for other photography groups, when the tasks are not heavy, they can also rotate between one group and two groups, but he, a small screenwriter, must be present all the time.

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

No human rights.

With low wages, I don't know what to plan.

It's all right in this world. Just when Han Jue was gratefully planning to experience the feeling of "being seen as a human being" in Jalens' crew, Han Jue realized that he was still too naive.

Since the day before yesterday, he got all the work related to music except sound effects in the film production, and after performing (pretending to be b) in [New York Street] for a while, Jalens ran to Han Jue's room from time to time, and did not look for him. Those [first-class] workers had a long discussion with Han Jue, saying that he knew the importance of the soundtrack, and he wanted the soundtrack to have the power to transcend time and shock the hearts of the audience, and then gave Han Jue a lot of records, Let Han Jue make music as good as these records.

After Han Jue searched the names of those musicians, he really wanted to strangle Jalens to death.

The authors of those records are all famous music artists in history!

Are you serious Jalens?

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

Is this too high a view of me, Han Jue?

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

Han Jue and Xia Yuan ate in silence and watched TV.

"Do you think it's boring?" Xia Yuan asked when he saw Han Jue watching TV with a blank expression.

"I really can't laugh. I just have a feeling for this show." Han Jue said that he had watched the Korean version of variety shows with his girlfriend in his previous life, and now watching these bluffing hosts frame each other, he can feel a little bit of Han Zong in his previous life. shadow. Also self-deluded to feel a connection with a girlfriend.

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

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

While watching, Han Jue recalled how his girlfriend in his previous life laughed. As for jokes and the like, Han Jue has given up.

Laughs are a very personal thing. Even if Han Jue doesn't like it, he won't despise the show and say vulgar and weird jokes.

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

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

Xia Yuan really stopped talking, pursed his lips, and picked up another chicken wing.

Han Jue insisted on watching for three minutes, and said, "Well, I'm not suitable for this show. I was right not joining before. Let's change the channel."

"So you're watching "Three Days, Two Nights", it's boring." Xia Yuan was straightforward, rolled his eyes and complained why Han Jue didn't change the channel earlier. Apparently she was suffering too.

The screen stopped at a host in "Three Days, Two Nights" who drank a glass of strangely colored liquid, contorted his face and wanted to explode, Xia Yuan took the remote control and decisively switched the channel.

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

"Psychic?" Han Jue tilted his head.

"In real life, some people claim to be able to talk to the souls of dead people, or exchange information in dreams. This phenomenon is called psychic. I have interviewed such people."

"The result?" Han Jue asked curiously.

Xia Yuan just shook his head and remained silent. Tap the TV with your chin, let Han Jue watch TV and stop talking nonsense.

Han Jue just watched TV.

Whoa! Han Jue saw that there were Taoist priests, monks, lamas, and even witches or shamans with ethnic characteristics in their costumes. They each had their own ostentation and means, and they were serious. He thought it was a pseudo-documentary horror film. As a result, when I saw it, I felt itchy, chilly, and irritating.

"Interesting." Han Jue became interested, changed his sitting position, and watched the people inside talking about casting spells, so he looked at it very seriously.

It was impossible for this kind of program to appear on TV in the previous life. It's pretty fresh now.

Xia Yuan gnawed on the chicken wings earnestly, and looked on TV as usual.

After finishing the meal, Han Jue went to the kitchen with the bowl and chopsticks.

Dishwasher washable!

Han Jue squatted on the ground, watching the dishwasher work, fascinated.

I feel that I have lost a huge branch of [housework] skills from now on, which is a pity, very powerless.

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

"Sorrows of the Magic City", "What is Space", "Manga Shonen Weekly"...

[Another irrelevant book. 】

Xia Yuan flipped through the pages, curling his lips.

It is a little malicious to guess whether Han Jue is confusing her vision, and does not want her to see that Han Jue only reads comics in many books, and other famous essays and popular science books are just a cover.

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

Xia Yuan put the books back on the ground, and helped Han Jue organize the books neatly. Then she saw beside the pile of books, under the sofa, there was a notebook with a brown cover and slightly curled corners.

Xia Yuan straightened the notepad.

"This is your diary?" Xia Yuan yelled to Han Jue Dafang, shaking the things in his hand. "Put the diary in the living room. If something [Diary Gate] happens again, I won't take the blame."

[Han Jue's Diary] is already very famous, it's better for her to stay away from such legendary things.

Han Jue was washing the pot, heard Xia Yuan's question, looked back, and saw Xia Yuan holding a notebook with a brown cover.

Han Jue smiled, not minding Xia Yuan's joke, and said, "It's not a diary."

"Mind if I take a look?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Will you include it in the report?" Han Jue asked back.

"No," Xia Yuan shook his head, "Today is a private visit."

"Can you guarantee that it won't spread?"

"able."

"curious?"

"I'm not curious. I didn't have to read it at first, but I was at a loss if I didn't open it and take a look after you asked me several times."

"Okay, let's see." Han Jue turned around.

Although the time spent with Xia Yuan was not long, it was quite pleasant. To put it bluntly, it's because of the right atmosphere. The feelings between people are mysterious and mysterious, sometimes indescribable and not bounded by time. Just as he didn't guard against Xia Yuan when he shared "The New Tenant" before, Han Jue didn't guard too much about that notepad. After all, there is really nothing in it.

Xia Yuan got approval here, thinking if it might be lyrics or something, he turned to the first page.

First look at the five big characters:

【Time and Space Love Traveler】.

Then here is the small print in ballpoint pen:

[Xiao Han was twenty-one years old that year. In the golden age of his life, he had a lot of extravagant hopes. He wanted to eat, to love, and to turn into a half-bright cloud in the sky at this very moment. However, his father told him that at the age of 21, all the men in their family will have the super power to travel in time, and they can go back in time...]

Looking at the previous sentence, Xia Yuan thought it was very poetic, but when he looked at the latter, the style of the painting changed, and it became an introduction to a story. At the end, it seemed that he planned to write the script, and wrote the time, place, and tasks, but Han Jue didn't write it down.

Xia Yuan turned again.

"The Fantasy Drifting of Young Han".

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

Xia Yuan could see that Han Jue wrote quite casually, as if he wrote whatever he thought of. Some parts of the handwriting are very floating, it seems to be written while laughing?

she does not know.

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

Flipping through it again, there are still a few pages of long or short things in the back, the longest is no more than half a page, and the shortest is only one or two sentences.

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

Seeing Xia Yuan holding his notepad, he didn't fly into a rage.

After passing through the [Diary Gate], whether it is a shadow or a warning left by the predecessor. Han Jue kept an eye out early on that the really important things are all "encrypted".

When I was writing the brief introductions of these past life movies, I also wrote what I thought of while reading the book, and the writing was messy, like a stream of consciousness, mixed together.

How could the real script be placed in the living room?

What's more, for a movie, the outline and ideas are not actually the core. Filling the backbone with details is the survival skill of the screenwriter.

There are a lot of mind-blowing concepts on the Internet, but very few of them have been made into movies.

"Love letter?" Xia Yuan asked strangely, flipped through the notepad again, trying to find traces of the love letter. But I found that there were not many written words, only a few pages.

"Yes," Han Jue walked over, took the notepad from Xia Yuan, and said casually, "A love letter to this world."

This love letter only has a few pages now, but in the future, it will be as thick as a book.

I didn't say Xia Yuan was the heroine either. She is a hub that connects the protagonist to other people, and is also the protagonist's friend. Her sharp personality determines that she is the type of strict teacher and helpful friend, which can quite promote the development of the plot, so why don't you give her some care? In addition, regarding the girlfriend of the previous life, it is just that the atmosphere of the festival makes the protagonist miss him more strongly, and the thoughts that are gradually getting out of memory interfere with it. After all, it has only been half a year, half a year. Let the protagonist completely let go for half a year, is it too small to underestimate him, a person who had many psychological problems in his previous life and his heart is not open?