Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

The life of the patient is monotonous and difficult. Xu Simiao sleeps for a long time, while Han Xun sits beside the hospital bed and writes about his little lion Asi.

The wounded lion cub was listless, half of his golden fur was shaved off, and what was even more annoying was that Xiao Cong still didn't touch him.

He is a little lion worth 1000 billion. Usually, if he gives the heirs of a wealthy family a look, they will be ecstatic, but his favorite Xiao Cong just ignores him.

Xiao Cong said: "You just want to trick me into touching you, and hurt you on purpose."

"Who lied to you!" The little lion was so angry that his fur stood up, "I really hurt so badly, it's fine if you don't touch me, and you still slander me for lying to you, Xiao Cong, I don't like you anymore, I hate you!"

Xiao Cong burst into tears instantly, and said aggrievedly: "You hate me, if you hurt me on purpose, I will never be your friend in this life."

Xiao Cong cried softly, and the sound of tears falling down made the headstrong little lion heartbroken.

He leaned over and begged for mercy, and apologized, "Don't cry, Xiao Cong, let me touch my tail, I was wrong, next time I will beat him away with my paw, and I will never pretend to be a weak cat again."

Just as Han Xun was smiling mysteriously and touching the lion's fur, his phone vibrated crazily, scaring his thoughts into a short circuit.

After he went abroad, his mobile phone rejected all calls from strangers, except for old Wen.

"Xiao Han, are you okay?" Wen Heshan asked himself and answered in a serious tone, "It should be fine if you can answer the phone. The law and order in the UK is not good recently, so be careful."

Han Xun put down the computer, stayed away from Xu Simiao's bed, and whispered, "I'm fine, Mr. Wen, what's wrong? Is there a problem with the script?"

Wen Heshan would not call for no reason, with such a worried tone.

Hearing Han Xun's voice, Wen Heshan felt relieved and said, "It's okay, the script is fine. I'm just worried about you. I haven't heard anything about you when I went to England. Recently, the place is not peaceful. There have been several explosions one after another. You I didn’t update Weibo, I’m afraid something will happen to you.”

Only a few people know about Han Xun's going to England.

His Weibo is often not updated because of writing scripts in retreat, so Wen Heshan's worries are just speculation.

They chatted briefly, and Han Xun just said that he was collecting materials in the UK and his return date was uncertain, so he ended the short call.

However, after thinking about it, Han Xun raised his hand to take a picture of the view from the window, and sent it to Weibo to report his safety.

Fans who are accustomed to Han Xun’s frequent refrain from updating Weibo, warmly welcome the return of the daily missing persons.

"Wow, there are lakes, woods and lawns. Is this the real scene of the next movie?"

"Shouldn't this kind of place be staged as Swan Lake? This pool is so big and blue!"

"I've already thought of a poignant love between man and goose. Let the biggest, whitest and roundest goose man on the lake sign a contract with Mr. Han and become the protagonist of the goose!"

"...Ms. Han travels, takes vacations, farms, and shares the natural scenery. You all have to press the script. Are you devils?"

"It's not a reminder, it's an expectation. Look at the cloud in the photo, does it look like the beginning of the next movie?"

Han Xun's Weibo comments went crazy. The release of "The Rescue" did not make them feel satisfied, but very empty.

The movie is a good movie, but this is Zou Chunsheng's story, not Han Xun's story. What does Zou Chunsheng's story have to do with Han Xun, so Mr. Han, you have the five major scripts in hand, when can you show us which one belongs to? your story!

Han Xun ran away after posting the photos, and continued to guard Xu Simiao.

The weather-beaten young master of a rich family recovered very slowly from his wounds.

He moaned and pretended to be weak all day long, while Han Xun worked hard and even helped Xu Simiao undress.

However, Xu Simiao was very dissatisfied. He said, "Actually, you can wipe my body for me."

Han Xun hugged his clothes and said, "There are three nurses in your family who wipe your body for you. Why should I make things difficult for myself? It's enough to help you take off your clothes."

Local tyrants have more human rights than ordinary people even when they are sick. Nurses are dedicated to their duties, nurses change dressings in seconds, and doctors ask for their health.

Han Xun only needs to complete the work of chatting and relieving fatigue, and does not need to work at all.

After lying on the hospital bed for a long time, Xu Simiao's thinking will be extremely active.

"Han Xun, it's too boring, let's write the script!"

Already having the little lion Asi, Han Xun thought this proposal was not attractive, but for the sake of the poor patient, he asked patiently, "What script do you want to read?"

Xu Simiao immediately revealed the big problem and said, "You haven't written it."

There are too many types of scripts that Han Xun has never written.

"Youth Pains."

"...I heard that I want to take painkillers."

"Campus Olympiad film."

"Next one, no mention of the Olympic math is allowed."

"A stream of consciousness literary film."

"It's boring."

"It's gone." Han Xun cut off ruthlessly.

Xu Simiao couldn't believe it, "There are so many types, but these three are the only ones you haven't written?!"

"Yes." Han Xun was very proud, "I still have five scripts in hand, which one do you want to read, I will show you."

The aura of a great screenwriter is different. There are five books in stock, covering humanities, time, nature, business warfare, and inspirational, covering all aspects, and you are not afraid at all.

Can't make things difficult for Han Xun, Xu Simiao seemed a little bit out of interest, Han Xun, who was worried about the script, was very cute, so cute that he wanted to reminisce.

Unfortunately, there is no such condition.

Xu Simiao, whose life was too dull and lonely, said regretfully, "Oh, then you can choose a horror movie for me to watch."

"..."

Xu Simiao:?

Han Xun frowned, and asked inexplicably, "Can't you have some normal preferences?"

Xu Simiao was overjoyed, his eyes sparkled with curiosity, "How come horror movies are not a normal preference? What about your five scripts, you have written so many scripts, and you have never written a horror movie?!"

Han Xun's expression was very complicated.

If it is said that romance movies can still have a little bit of romance and be loved by a large audience, then horror movies belong to... the memories of the audience's era and the carnival of international excellent movies.

It's not that he doesn't write this kind of feudal superstition full of bloody violence, but that he doesn't like it.

Han Xun's expression said it all, and it was time for Xu Simiao to get carried away and jump around again and again.

"My teacher Han, you are actually afraid of ghosts!"

Han Xun corrected him seriously: "Horror movies include ghost movies, but they are not the same as ghost movies."

It was useless to explain, Xu Simiao finally found a little joy for his lonely recuperation.

Horror movies, the kind of movies that are most suitable for watching with girlfriends, are simply an excellent artifact for thousands of men to show their masculine charm and reliability.

The signal of a straight man is so strong that it overcomes reason, Xu Simiao decides to become an upright man, holding his little screenwriter who is shivering with fear, and spends a romantic night!

"Come on, Teacher Han, let's learn horror movies together."

Han Xun: ...

Xu Simiao leaned on the hospital bed with a smile, picked up the phone, and said, "In the UK, there are all kinds of restricted-rated horror movies. I asked Rex to send them over."

Han Xun said numbly: "Watching horror movies is not conducive to your wound healing."

"I'm not afraid." Xu Simiao said, "I've been traveling in Guimenguan, and I'm still afraid of a bunch of fake movies? Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

"Just say it if you're afraid." Xu Simiao expressed understanding.

"I'm not afraid." Han Xun put away the computer, finished his cute little lion story, and prepared to watch Xu Simiao die. "You can choose what horror movie you want to watch."

Xu Simiao took Han Xun's obedience as pretending to be calm.

That being the case, he had no intention of showing mercy.

Rex delivered the goods to the door very quickly, but he looked at his brother who was covered in bandages, and couldn't help but said worriedly: "Daniel, you should not indulge yourself too much. If you are not in good health, watch this kind of film, and it will affect the healing of the wound."

A good horror movie, which Rex said was like a little queen movie.

Xu Simiao accepted a box of treasures and asked, "Which one is the scariest?"

"……this."

"Okay, goodbye." Xu Simiao was about to send people away after receiving the recommendations.

Rex was still worried and said: "Can't you guys watch some gentle, warm and gentle movies?"

"Rex, the ward has 24-hour full-angle monitoring. Even if I am scared that my heart stops beating, the doctor will rush in and rescue me in the next second. Go out and do your work, remember not to tell mom, goodbye."

Xu Simiao even made the death declaration very righteous.

He has no feelings for horror movies, but he firmly believes that Han Xun will be afraid.

I don't write romance scripts because Han Xun is afraid of love. The same reason can be proved, Han Xun is afraid of horror movies!

Xu Simiao, who was very proud of herself, thought she had discovered a little secret.

He invited Han Xun to sit side by side on the soft sofa with him and watch the scariest movie in history together.

Before the screening, he also said very gentlemanly: "Holding me will make you less afraid."

Han Xun looked at the bandage wrapped under his chest, and felt that Xu Simiao's scar was so bad that he didn't remember the pain, so he could only repeat and emphasize seriously: "I'm really not afraid."

Xu Simiao thought he was blunt, but Han Xun was not afraid.

All "the world's best xx movie" and "the worst movie in history" are all on his list of repeated viewings, but he doesn't plan to write horror movies, so he usually has no interest in watching them repeatedly.

Sure enough, when Xu Simiao proudly played the scariest movie in history, and the familiar titles lit up, Han Xun was able to dismantle the plot from the first scene to the last scene.

Here, the heroine is going to call, three two one, ah——

Here, the male protagonist is about to turn his head, yes, it is this look, and the reflection of the horror scene is specially made in the eyeballs.

Here, the first repeated node is about to appear. This song is actually very nice, but it is even more terrifying after repeating it three times...

"Well."

Han Xun was immersed in thinking about the movie, and suddenly heard a slight hum beside him.

He tilted his head slightly, and saw Xu Simiao's pale and calm face.

"If your wound hurts..."

"It doesn't hurt." Xu Simiao interrupted him in a low voice.

Han Xun felt that his expression was wrong, and asked hesitantly, "Are you afraid—"

"I'm not afraid!" Xu Simiao's voice was serious, "If you are afraid, just say so, I won't laugh at you!"

Han Xun: ...

Because Xu Simiao pretended to be too righteous, Han Xun was a little moved.

Obviously already frowning in fear and not daring to look at certain pictures, Xu Simiao still asked herself so firmly if she was afraid.

So, shouldn't he pretend to be afraid to nest in Xu Simiao's arms, to satisfy Xu Simiao who has not yet escaped from the straight man's feelings?

Han Xun hesitated for a while, feeling that a big man nestled in Xu Simiao's arms might deal a heavy blow to Xu Simiao's wound.

Therefore, Han Xun decided that he should seriously analyze the movie.

Finally finished the challenge of the scariest movie in history, Xu Simiao's back was covered with cold sweat.

Sure enough, the patient is not suitable for watching horror movies. He will catch Rex later and beat him up.

Don't you know how to pick any colorful horror movies? !

There are so many movies in the UK that make you blush and heartbeat horror movies with a little bit of addiction!

Condemning his younger brother unreasonably in his heart, Xu Simiao stood up and took Han Xun's hand by the way.

Han Xun:?

Xu Simiao said with a serious expression: "Come with me to the bathroom."

Han Xun showed a kind smile, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Scared." Xu Simiao smiled wryly, "So you accompany me to the toilet."

Xu Simiao in Han Xun's heart is really cute.

He is a majestic lion, but has an unreasonable temper like a kitten.

I am afraid to show off my courage, and I want to show my masculinity in front of men, but I chose an inappropriate horror movie.

Han Xun couldn't put away the smile on his face, and let Xu Simiao's broad and hot palm hold him.

However, as soon as he got to the bathroom, Xu Simiao closed the door, turned around and approached, pressing Han Xun against the cold and hard door.

Xu Simiao supported the door with one hand, imprisoning him in front of him, and touched Han Xun's waist with the other hand.

Amber eyes were full of cunning, Xu Simiao asked, "Are you afraid?"

They were so close, their scorching breaths were entangled, and Han Xun's breathing became short of breath.

Xu Simiao's handsome and beautiful face was still so confusing.

The smile on the corner of his mouth was close at hand, and Han Xun raised his chin slightly to kiss those soft and thin lips.

Han Xun's kiss was very light and fleeting, but he intentionally sucked Xu Simiao's lower lip before leaving.

Just this seductive action caused Xu Simiao to rush back wildly, and his whole body was heavily pressed against Han Xun, absorbing the remaining oxygen between his lips and teeth.

Xu Simiao's palm reached into the hem of Han Xun's clothes without hindrance, not afraid that Han Xun would push him away.

The patient was arrogant, Han Xun didn't even dare to hug the man back with his hands, for fear of hurting him, he could only lean against the door and let him attack him.

Maybe their hearts beat faster than the dying men and women in the horror movie just now.

The vibration from Xu Simiao's muscular chest almost caused Han Xun's whole body to shake wildly.

Finally, Han Xun groaned and held Xu Simiao's face, preventing him from making further demands.

With a long sigh, Xu Simiao buried her head on Han Xun's shoulder, greedily stroking his slightly hot skin.

The two of them pressed their bodies tightly together, calming each other's rapid breathing.

Xu Simiao pulled away from Han Xun's legs in embarrassment, and said in a dull voice: "It's not that I don't feel for you, but my wound is really painful and I can't get it hard."

Han Xun: ...

"Rub it for me."

"Where to knead?" Han Xun swore that Xu Simiao dared to say that he could perform a bare-handed crushing of walnuts.

Xu Simiao smiled and kissed Han Xun's raised eyebrows, and said, "Rub my heart."