Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

Han Xun's expected two-day vacation has not ended on the third day.

He is not very talented, Xu Simiao is big, and the first attempt was a process of getting used to it slowly, but I never thought that after getting used to the size, two people whose souls and bodies fit each other are together, it is simply an unstoppable game... drama.

After three days of grueling life, Han Xun wanted to escape every time he was conscious.

Sure enough, virgins and straight men are not to be provoked. Xu Simiao doesn't know what tricks he learned from pornographic movies, so he wants to try it on him.

The bed was fine, he could still suppress the shame with his eyes closed and let him do whatever he wanted.

It was only when this guy changed the battlefield into a bathroom that Han Xun discovered Xu Simiao's wicked heart under his innocent and harmless appearance.

"Xunxun, Xiaoxun, can you open your eyes?"

Xu Simiao's words were full of coaxing and panting, and Han Xun must open his eyes and look in the mirror. It was so shameless that he wanted to be beaten up!

But no, as long as Han Xun opens his eyes slightly, he will see his blurred expression. The shame is beyond the limit he can bear. He doesn't want such a nasty guy like Xu Simiao to cry him out for the first time. Take it as a topic for showing off technology in the future.

He didn't care what the man whispered fervently in his ear, he only had one thought in his mind: Xu Simiao is really a bastard!

When he can get up, he will definitely delete, smash, and burn all the educational videos Xu Simiao hid to vent his anger!

Not one left!

To Xu Simiao, you must not soften your heart, otherwise it will become the current miserable state.

Lying on the bed, Han Xun could only send text messages to tell Geng Dong and Director Qiu that he was delayed by something and he would return to the film and television center in a few days.

He finally decided not to struggle.

At worst, Xu Simiao made him die on the bed, and the Sky Film and Television Center did not lack such an insignificant little screenwriter like him.

Xu Simiao got his wish, and all the complaints about Han Xun were swept away in his heart.

If it weren't for Han Xun's hoarse voice, he was so tired that he asked for ordinary sleep and rest, he would not be willing to leave Han Xun for half a step.

It may be that the thoughts that have been suppressed for a long time have been satisfied, causing him to be greedy and only want more.

In order for Han Xun to have a good rest, Xu Simiao decided to get rid of the documents that had to be signed, and temporarily left the bedroom full of aphrodisiacs.

When he returned to the bed and enjoyed the bed time with Han Xun, he found Han Xun lying on the bed drawing stick figures.

He asked: "What is this?"

"Chaihuo, a man with the supernatural power of matches." After finishing speaking, Han Xun drew a bald lion beside him, "This is an arrogant and domineering lion who does not listen to advice and pushes forward, and then—"

When he writes, the fire is on fire, and all around the lion are "fires and fires" burning.

Han Xun stretched out his hand to push him away, and said with dangerous eyes: "If you continue, you will end up like this lion!"

Burn, skin, castrate!

After personally experiencing Xu Simiao's strengths, Han Xun was suddenly interested in castration technology, and even eager to try it, not caring about becoming Plato in the future.

Xu Simiao was not afraid of Han Xun's threat at all, he would listen to such harsh words countless times every time he went deep, and finally turned into a low chant of enjoyment, which almost made him fall.

Xu Simiao didn't care about what happened or not, he only cared about this lion.

In a fairy tale script by Han Xun, one of the protagonists is a golden lion.

It turned out that Han Xun quietly used himself as the prototype of the script.

Xu Simiao smiled, and kissed Han Xun directly, stroking his favorite body with his palm.

When Han Xun pushed him away in distress, Xu Simiao said with a smile: "I have been the leading actor in many of your plays, do you love me so much?"

Han Xun snorted softly, "Some people, please don't be sentimental. If you have a cute lion, come and touch porcelain."

Xu Simiao said: "It turns out that I am in your heart, and it is a lovely route to take."

Although he thought the little lion's behavior was stupid, but thinking that this was himself in Han Xun's eyes, he suddenly felt deep love and just wanted to have another shot.

Thinking of doing it, Xu Simiao never wronged herself, and never wronged Han Xun.

Mr. Han, who was free to draw stick figures and hadn't drawn a single page, was dragged into the bed by the bankrupt rich second generation who was dissolute and early, and began to draw human body drawings.

Xu Simiao also had a truce seven times a night.

They went through the fierce battle day and night upside down, Xu Simiao finally let Han Xun go, just hugged him and slept soundly.

Han Xun was sleepy, but Xu Simiao couldn't sleep.

He flipped through Han Xun's notebook, and found that it was full of stick figures, and beside various stick figures, there were also simple settings written on it.

However, it is "firewood" that appears the most.

The features of Chaihuo are so recognizable, even though all stickmen have round heads, only his head is the roundest, and he is carrying a simple gun on his back.

Military protagonist?Take your teammates to stand out from the encirclement and complete the task?

Xu Simiao's mind is full of routine military films of loyalty to the monarch and patriotism. Flipping through his notebook, he saw a page full of "fire fire fire" burning lions.

Han Xun said, burn a lion with firewood?

So the prototype of firewood is Han Xun?Xu Simiao, who had a flash of inspiration, the more he looked at this stick figure, the more cute he felt, and couldn't help but want to do something to him.

Han Xun in Xu Simiao's arms finally woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Xu Simiao said braggingly: "Look, I'll give you a brand new idea. The little lion and Chaihuo are happily married. Chaihuo is responsible for supporting the family, and the lion is responsible for fucking him."

On the notebook is a sketch of a lion pressing on Chaihuo. Xu Simiao, a maniac with his lower body, even deliberately drew a stick with a hardened lion.

Han Xun looked at Xu Simiao who had delusions of humans and beasts in his head with disgust, and really wanted to send him to the army for reform.

"Don't like it? It's okay." Xu Simiao looked at his words and was full of confidence. He turned another page, "It's okay for Chaihuo to be a leader."

The stick figure turned into a firewood on top and a lion on the bottom, and the intentionally drawn stick was quite eye-catching, which made Han Xun very much want to carry out a cruel and ruthless castration plan on Xu Simiao.

unacceptable!

Stickmen are not spared!

Xu Simiao can really burn it!

"...Fortunately, you are not a screenwriter." Han Xun mourned deeply for his notebook, and decided to lock it in a drawer, never to take it out again in this life.

He sat up, endured the pain and put on his clothes.

Xu Simiao immediately came up to hug him, and asked tiredly, "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Or do you want to go to the bathroom?"

"No, I'm going back to the Army Academy."

The happy time is always short, Xu Simiao held him in his arms, rubbed his short hair against Han Xun, and said softly: "What should I do, I don't want to let you go back."

Han Xun raised his hand and patted him on the back, saying, "I don't want to be a deserter."

Han Xun is not a soldier in the army, but the script has not been completed, so he can't give up easily.

When he returned to the guest house with a heavy body, the first thing he did was to lie down on the bed and sleep comfortably, so as to regain the energy lost in the past four days of indulgence.

Han Xun thought to himself, what can we do? After working with Xu Simiao for only four days, he felt that he was going to die. The life of the two of them might become super short.

Worry is trouble, sleep is sleep.

After a whole day of rest, Han Xun finally found Bian Yang with his sore body.

"What's wrong with you?" Yang Zhengwei had a straight face, but when he saw Han Xun's pale face and unwell body, his tone was concerned.

Han Xun lied expressionlessly, "Because I felt the strong physique of the soldiers, I went back to boxing and lifted the barbell, and accidentally injured myself during training."

Yang Zhengwei taught with a serious expression: "Our physical fitness is cultivated from an early age. We first select qualified people from the local area, and then carry out systematic training. It is completely different from ordinary people like you! Don't compare blindly!"

Han Xun nodded, yes yes.

"If you want to train, just run 3000 meters every day, step by step, stand in a military posture and walk forward, it is much better than suddenly boxing and lifting barbells!"

Han Xun nodded, yes yes yes.

"Then you wait for me at the playground at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will teach you to stand in a military posture and walk forward, and you will run three thousand in the morning."

Han Xun: ...

"something wrong?"

"Yes..." Han Xun's brain worked quickly and finally found a perfect excuse, "I have a sprained ankle and I can't exercise for the time being. Let's talk about it later."

Looking at his weak posture, Yang Zhengwei really looked like he had sprained his ankle.

So he said: "Then you take good care of your injuries, and come to the playground when you are well."

Han Xun suddenly screamed in his heart, wanting to finish writing the script and run away.

For an otaku, getting up at six o'clock in the morning is not scary, but the scary thing is standing in a military posture and running for three thousand, and there are people supervising the work.

The little screenwriter felt the warmth of the soldiers like spring breeze. He came back here in order not to be a deserter, and now he really wants to choose to become a deserter in order to maintain his dream of being weak and dead.

However, Han Xun still relied on his tenacious will, holding the hot tea poured by Yang Zhengwei himself, sitting in the office and chatting about the documentary.

He told Han Xun that these were videos used by various military academies for training and teaching. Most soldiers saw the glorious side of the army in the barracks military academies. Only when they entered the academies would they talk about the history of failure.

Han Xun quietly listened to him talk about the meaning of each documentary. Behind the failed records are all lessons of blood and tears. However, more blood and tears make people sigh, and there is no lesson, and the people are gone, or the whole team is gone. up.

"The incidents that allowed the Changkong Film and Television Center to shoot films are representative successful cases after selection. Unlike my usual novels, all creations of Changkong must be based on reality. I give you this list in the hope that you will Understand, it’s not that we don’t accept setbacks and failures, but we hope that the images of soldiers on the screen will always be brave and fearless, returning in triumph, so that they can be worthy of the real sacrifice behind them and the trust of the people.”

It is impossible for Yang Bian to change his attitude of educating Han Xun in his life.

Han Xun, a screenwriter who is loved by the general public, of course welcomes him with both hands if he comes to write military-themed movies, but he must also truthfully tell the reason why Han Xun cannot write.

He said: "You don't understand the military because you can't draw on our failures and successes. I have been writing in the army for 20 years. Too many waste manuscripts are not allowed to be published because they involve related secrets, but I have accumulated Countless experiences, knowing what can be written and what can’t be written. The biggest inability is the twists and turns required by the audience, our mission can only be 'satisfactory', accidents do not exist."

Han Xun understands this requirement, and the Changkong Film and Television Center is already very good at creating under such a large framework.

For decades, the production of films and documentaries has maintained a high standard, and it is inevitable that there will be homogenization.

It is difficult for audiences who have experienced the baptism of international blockbusters to simply cheer from their hearts for "our army has won another victory". Perhaps most of them will curl their lips, saying that it is this old routine of seeing the beginning and guessing the end.

Han Xun once again mourned for the box office. It is by no means an easy task to impress discerning audiences with old routines.

He said: "It seems that I didn't overestimate myself. Indeed, in this script, all I can do is to provide some suggestions and tell you about the tricks and tricks that are popular with the audience."

Yang Zhengwei smiled faintly, and asked, "Such as the power of matches?"

Han Xun: ...

This story seems to be irreversible. Han Xun regretted it very much. These people really hold grudges. He really should be a quiet and handsome man, instead of justifying the name of a sand sculpture that the people love to see.

Seeing his embarrassment, Yang Zhengwei said with empathy: "In fact, throwing away the restrictions of the military and the sky, your matchmaking power is quite interesting. Burning yourself to illuminate others is very in line with the traditional virtues of our Chinese nation. The audience's acceptance It should be relatively high, plus the super ability to hold a weapon at hand, maybe everyone wants to have this ability, so if you write well and shoot well, maybe the box office will be really good.”

Han Xun listened to his boast with a blank face, even Han Xun would not know how to write flowers!

If you are joking, let’s just listen to it, you guys come out repeatedly and say how much you like matches!

Perhaps moved by Han Xun's eagerness to learn, Yang Zhengwei cheerfully commented on superhero movies at home and abroad, and felt that the rise of individual heroism may be a signal of the indoctrination of values ​​in the capitalist world. I am one step behind, and I hope that Han Xun can hold high the banner of socialism and convey to the audience a sense of collective honor that is in line with our Chinese values.

Han · undergoing transformation · training really doesn't like to talk to soldiers!

Suddenly it became an ideological and political class, why can't we talk about why Spider-Man is poor, why Iron Man is rich, and why Superman wears underwear outside!

Han Xun, who was roaring in his heart, decided to unilaterally stop receiving education. He raised his hand to interrupt Yang Zhengwei's criticism of superheroes, and asked, "Mr. Yang, have you seen "No.30 Six Flags"?"

"What movie?" Yang Zhengwei frowned slightly, "I have no impression, please tell me the details."

Han Xun blinked, a little surprised, it turned out that Director Qiu really had private goods, and gave him the short video he made.

"When you asked Director Qiu to sign the recommendation list you gave me, he added this short video to me, which recorded 36 mission failures, no fixed events, and many things were not clearly recorded. Although it is called "the first" 36 flags, but the record of the last 36 is only a short call."

"Call?" Yang Zhengwei asked with a dazed expression, "Is it Yaolu Yaolu..."

"Yes." Han Xun nodded.

It turns out that No.30's six banners have become so famous that they are widely known when it comes to calls.

He waited for Yang Zhengwei to tell a shocking truth, or continue to carry out ideological education work on him, but Yang Zhengwei was completely silent.

The room was so quiet that only the hot tea in Han Xun's hand was floating with smoke, which made him very curious about what Yaolu Yaolu was.

According to his superficial knowledge of communication, it was probably someone who contacted phone number 16.

But being able to enter Director Qiu's short film, let Yang Bian, who has never seen the short film, know the number as soon as he listens to the call. This story is definitely not as simple as a phone call.

Han Xun thought of an urban legend for no reason. This call seemed to be a No. 16 bus that only appeared late at night. To a dangerous world with no end in sight.

The supernatural script in his mind has already started, and Yang Zhengwei hasn't told him the story of Yaolu Yaolu yet.

"Alas..." In the end, Yang Zhengwei sighed and shook his head again, "I know what the 36 flags are, but this short film is meaningless and I can't write a script."

"Why?" Han Xun was even more curious.

Yang Zhengwei took a sip of tea and said, "Director Qiu told me before that he asked me to draw materials based on failure cases and write a script to record the failure, but there is nothing to write about failure, and the higher-ups will definitely not give it to me. I didn't expect him I made a short film myself, I guess you are one of the few people who saw the finished product. 36 flags, the name is good."

He approved Director Qiu's short video, and continued: "These 36 flags are actually the 36 comrades who died in the army's failed missions. Some of them came from the same team, and some were only temporarily dispatched. Anyway... All sacrificed, the content of the mission became confidential, and no discussion, writing or creation was allowed. Then there was Yaolu, an eight-person team with a secret code name, all sacrificed during the mission, and the last call record was' Yaolu Yaolu, I'm--" He didn't finish, he even had a chance to finish who he was."

Yang Zhengwei said: "Maybe, this is the last sentence we heard him before he was alive. Although this sentence was spread out, the mission itself was classified and suffered heavy casualties. We were not allowed to create any creations, so there is no internal public records. This incident, but... the failure of this mission is not a secret, anyone who knows the Yaolu signal has heard of it."

Han Xun was at a loss, "How did Director Qiu get the audio without public information?"

"That's for the family members." Yang Zhengwei said, "The person who said this was Director Qiu's son, Qiu Jin. Of course, before he died, he always thought that his son was guarding the border."

Bian Yang showed a familiar smile in the bleak atmosphere, he said: "Director Qiu has no chance to know about the secrets of troop mobilization. Qiu Jin has been working in the team for three years, and every time he goes home, he can keep up with him." His dad kept talking about how cold the place was, pretending it was real."

"I can ask them what the hell..."

"I can't tell you the specific tasks." Yang Zhengwei said with a serious expression, "However, what I can say is that when they left the country, they went to places where blood was licked at the knife's edge, and all they did were tasks that had to be completed. Eight people, eight It is the same as everyone in the 36 banners made by Director Qiu, the only difference is that the other 35 people can still have names, and this Yaolu Yaolu, if Director Qiu’s son hadn’t died, Maybe we don't know who is in the team until now. However, there are eight people, and we only know the name of one of them."

Sacrifice without a name itself contains a sense of sadness, but Yang Zhengwei said it rigidly and calmly, without any emotional ups and downs.

Han Xun was full of melancholy. Once the truth was discovered behind the simple record, it would be cruel and unforgettable.

"Teacher Yang, can I write this? Based on real information that doesn't involve any tasks, I just rely on my imagination to write a story... that disappears and is still remembered."

Yang Zhengwei said very ruthlessly: "You can't write. There is no information. You want to make up a story?"

"Yes, editing." Han Xun smiled, "What our screenwriters do is editing, isn't it?"

Yang Zhengwei looked at him disapprovingly, "Making things up will only make you laugh."

Han Xun didn't care, and said: "I'm just an ordinary screenwriter. I write a story outline and characters according to my own ideas, and provide a little bit of creativity. If you think it's useful, use it. Random novels, read them casually. I think Director Qiu showed me "No.30 Six Flags", which is also the meaning. Mr. Yang, you will not fabricate stories out of thin air, but I will. Since it is writing a movie script, Why do we have to strictly follow the development of facts and show the stereotyped image of soldiers step by step? Whether it is to complete the task or to commemorate, their true beliefs deserve more applause."

"What do you want to write?" Yang Zhengwei frowned and asked him.

Han Xun said: "Write a real and purely fictional reunion."