Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

After finishing the first draft, he wanted someone to help him look at it.

Han Xun printed out the script and contacted Wen Lao immediately.

Although he wanted to find Wen Hang, who personally shot this movie in his previous life, it was a pity that he didn't have Wen Hang's contact information.

He and Wen Lao are very familiar, and they often eat together, watch movies and discuss scripts, but rarely meet Wen Hang in Wen Lao's villa.

Every time he went to Cengfan, he would ask about Wen Hang, and Wen Lao would sigh and say, "What do you think is good about Sun Haoran? He's tricky at first glance, but Hang Hang likes him so much because of the script."

Wen Hang likes Sun Haoran's script, even though he knew that Sun Haoran had entered a bottleneck period and could not come up with a satisfactory script, he still persisted.

A good screenwriter is so rare, otherwise Wen Heshan would not value Han Xun so much.

But in the eyes of old people like Wen Heshan, they don't want to see Sun Haoran at all. Even if Sun Haoran fell into the water at the finale banquet and was kicked by Han Xun, Wen Heshan stood firmly on Han Xun's side.

Wen Hang is different. His impression of Han Xun has changed from "a screenwriter who can only write superficial content for sensationalism" to "a screenwriter who can only write superficial content for sensationalism and bullying his peers".

In short, the impression is very bad, but he will not show it in front of Han Xun, but silently avoids Han Xun when he comes to the villa for dinner.

Han Xun drove to Wenlao's villa. It happened to be dinner time. As soon as he entered the gate of the villa, he heard the sound of piano music.

The third movement of the famous Beethoven Pathos Sonata was played by the performer with an uncontrollable irritability and distress. The smooth piano sound carried emotions like venting, and the whole piece was played passionately, like a storm hitting the keys .

Wen Hang was casually wearing a casual T-shirt. He closed his eyes and his fingers were flying. He didn't care whether he pressed the wrong key or not, and was immersed in the piano sound.

After he finished playing, the quiet audience asked, "What troubles has Director Wen encountered recently?"

The voice was very strange, Wenhang frowned and looked over, but could only see a thin and deserted figure.

He picked up the glasses that were set aside to see the speaker clearly.

"Han Xun? Why are you here?"

Han Xun smiled and raised a thick stack of printing paper in his hand, "The script I just wrote, I hope the director can give me some advice."

However, Wen Hang resolutely refused, "I don't want to read the script recently, you can find grandpa."

Every time he saw Han Xun, the nonsensical lines of "Heroes of the Green Forest" popped up in his heart, which made him instinctively resist contact with Han Xun's things.

He just flipped through a few pages of Han Xun's "Green Forest Heroes" script, why did those superficial lines linger, occupying his mind like poison?

The literary youth was hit hard. He felt that his noble and glamorous literary quality was impacted by the vulgar dialogue. He could only reread Sun Haoran's script to feel at ease and make sure that he was still determined to make high-quality movies.

Anyway, it was only the first draft, and Han Xun didn't care about Wenhang's rejection.

From the manic piano music just now, he could feel Wen Hang's depressed mood, so he decided not to disturb him, and went directly to Wen Lao.

Unexpectedly, Wen Heshan just turned a few pages, and his eyes lit up.

He originally had the mentality of watching a sitcom, and was going to give Han Xun some advice, but once the script was opened, the skilled storyboarding and setting settings were very suitable for the movie.

Wen Heshan read each page carefully, and even delayed dinner for half an hour.

After he finished the script, his emotions were surging, and he looked at Han Xun with kindness in his eyes.

Han Xun's face was pale, he hadn't gone out for more than half a month, his lips were so white that they lost their color, his hairstyle was a little messy, and he was dressed casually. He was obviously a good boy who came to show him immediately after writing the script.

Talented and able to endure hardships, Wen Heshan nodded, patted Han Xun on the shoulder and said, "Come, let's chat while eating."

Han Xun was really hungry.

Normally when Xu Simiao was at home, he could still eat on time with his nominal benefactor. Recently, Xu Simiao didn't know where he was flying to. When the chef cooked the meal, he would eat it after he was busy, so as not to lose his inspiration.

He wrote the ending very smoothly. He didn't eat all day, and when he sat at the dinner table, he finally felt hungry and quickly ate two bites to fill his stomach.

Wen Heshan's eyes were more kind. This kid is probably busy writing scripts, and his schedule has been messed up.

After eating and drinking enough, Wen Heshan asked with a smile: "Xiao Han, can I let the old man shoot this drama of yours?"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Wen Hang was drinking soup, and was almost choked to death by his grandfather's words.

The scripts that Wen Heshan receives are all big companies and big productions. The screenwriters are either first-level directors or gold medal screenwriters designated by China Film Television. Every film participant is a senior practitioner in the industry. Which one of the works is not famous?

"Green Heroes" is indeed loud, but it's too superficial!

Wen Hang frowned, ignoring Han Xun's presence, and asked directly, "Grandpa, why do you accept this kind of drama?"

Wen Heshan was upset, raised his beard, and pouted and asked: "What is this kind of drama? How do I teach you? Don't look at people with colored glasses. I haven't suffered from Sun Haoran recently, and I have already said that he has tricks." If you still can’t believe that you can’t write a good script, post it and help him change the script, did it come out?”

"Grandpa!" Wenhang interrupted with a frown, and adjusted his round-rimmed glasses, "Although it hasn't been revised, Mr. Sun's first draft is already good enough, you are the one with tinted glasses."

"Excellent." Wen Heshan snorted softly, and handed the script in his hand to Wenhang, "This is excellence!"

Wen Hang took the script with a face full of displeasure, frowned and opened it. After reading a few lines, his brows relaxed, and then turned to the next scene. He raised his head in surprise and looked at Han Xun, "This is what you wrote. script?!"

The dialogue is sophisticated, the lines are precise, one sentence can reflect the character of the speaker, there is no redundant nonsense, and every word can make the scene that should appear in his mind.In Wen Hang's fixed impression, this is definitely not something that a screenwriter of a vulgar sitcom like "Green Forest Heroes" can write!

"Yes." Han Xun nodded, "I have been preparing for this drama for many years, but this version of the manuscript was only completed today."

"Sharpening a knife is not the same as chopping firewood. The longest filming preparation time I took was ten years." Wen Heshan Nianxu said, "No matter how many years, it is worthwhile to be able to write this script. Francis Chen and Chen Mingshu, Alas, if this movie can be shot in its original flavor, it can be regarded as a fulfillment of a homesick dream, Lanling wine and tulips, poets are poets, a poem can support a movie, there is only one person throughout the ages."

He looked long and long, sighed after finishing the script, returned to the theme, and said: "Xiao Han, I'm worried that I don't have a good book to shoot recently. You just fell asleep and handed the pillow. It's just what I want. China's century-old development has never been better. You understand better than me, leave this script to me, and I will help you find investment tomorrow, and the price can be opened at will!"

If someone else got Wen Heshan's words, they would be overjoyed and nod their heads in agreement.

But Han Xun's face was uncertain, he didn't know whether to say it or not.

Of course Wen Heshan could see it, he was surprised, but still said kindly: "Xiao Han, if you have any difficulties or don't want to, just tell me, I won't make things difficult for you."

Han Xun knew Wen Heshan's temper well, so he said sincerely: "Mr. Wen, this drama has always been my obsession. Although it has written about the vicissitudes of China for a hundred years, in my heart, it is not heavy. The style should be Relaxed and happy, even if the protagonist is 60 years old, he lives as free and easy as a six-year-old. But you are good at expressing the profoundness of history and the heritage of Chinese traditional culture in movies, and the performance of the camera has a meaningful echo. This For this drama, I don't want to have any profound connotations, I just want to show the happiness of the ancestors and grandchildren in Chinese food. Francis is 60 years old, but I hope that his appearance in front of the camera is as full of vigor as Chen Mingshu used to be. He In the food, I experienced the years that my grandfather experienced, from the age of six, 16, 26, 36... until 60. Although he is a young old man, he is so young that everyone looks at him with a wrinkled smile , I think he is very young."

Wen Heshan nodded while listening, but when he heard the last sentence, he teased deliberately: "You think the old man is old."

"No, Mr. Wen, you are like Francis, living a carefree and unrestrained life, but the filming style is not something that is easy to change. Your films are always simple and heavy, not the antique props and actors' costumes that are said on the Internet. Strict textual research, But when you express your thoughts in movies, the artistic conception you create is the depth and longness of a hundred years in a blink of an eye..."

Han Xun is not afraid of Wen Heshan's deliberate ridicule, he understands movies and Wen Heshan's lens language.

He said: "If I had to choose, I would like Director Wen Hang to shoot "Delicious Heart"."

Same as last life.

Wen Hang, who was holding the script, was stunned. Han Xun rejected his grandfather whose ability was several times higher than his own, and wanted to choose him.