Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

When the crew of "Code Name Owl Eagle" came back, they were extremely low-key.

No celebrity, no publicity, no notice, went abroad quietly, and came back quietly.

The weather in China is hot, and Han Xun was wearing a short-sleeved light green shirt and army green trousers. As soon as he walked out, he saw Xu Simiao in the arrival hall.

The tall man in sunglasses, with his hands in his pockets, stood there casually, with an uncontrollable smile on his lips.

With only his aura, he can attract the eyes of people coming and going, so that the crowd can't move their eyes.

What's more, Xu Simiao was followed by a few bodyguards with extraordinary appearance, so he couldn't ignore it.

Han Xun's eyes caught him, and he couldn't look away.

He said goodbye to the crew, gave Zheng Xuesong a standard military salute, and ran towards Xu Simiao after a while.

Xu Simiao embraced Han Xun with his long arms, and left like a brother hugging Han Xun, without even giving any extra glances to the surprised crew members.

As soon as he got into the car, Xu Simiao's hand slowly slipped down and took Han Xun's hand.

He perfectly displayed the self-control he was proud of, without impulsiveness, without speaking, or doing anything.

He just used his fiery palm to iron Han Xun's slightly cold fingers.

Xu Simiao lightly rubbed the back of Han Xun's hand with his fingertips, his small movements were full of nostalgia.

Rough and tanned.

Although netizens chirp every day saying that Han Xun is too white to be human, but Xu Simiao knew that Han Xun was tanned and his figure was thinner the first time he saw Han Xun.

Not thin and thin, but strong and thin.

With his arms hanging by his sides, he didn't look as lazy as before. He was dressed in light army green, just like a qualified soldier.

The more Xu Simiao thought about it, the more he couldn't take it anymore. He opened the car window and let the scorching wind wake him up.

He held Han Xun with his left hand and kneaded him, propped his right arm on the car window, stared out the window, and thought about annoying project contracts and business negotiations in his mind.

The car was extremely silent, and both of them could hear each other's suppressed breathing.

They didn't speak.

The back of Han Xun's neck was flushed, and he leaned his head against the car window, staring at the scene passing by outside the window in a daze.

He forced himself to ignore the rough and hot touch on his right hand, and seriously recalled the hard work of shooting in Katasha, not daring to let himself be immersed in the ambiguous and sticky atmosphere in the car.

Han Xun understood why Xu Simiao didn't speak.

Because I dare not.

Maybe, on the surface, they look at the scenery lightly, but they are trying hard to control the tail below them so that they don't raise their tails shamefully.

Luckily, Xu Simiao didn't make people go back to Linhai villa for a few hours in a frenzy.

The car drove all the way into the hotel closest to the airport, they took the elevator from the parking lot to the room on the top floor, opened the door and entered the room as quickly as possible.

The door slammed shut, and the two bodies could finally feel each other's heat.

I didn't dare to speak before, but now I have no time to speak.

Han Xun felt Xu Simiao's temperature directly, and they were exchanging air with shortness of breath, wishing they could use a few more hands to help them undress.

However, the abominable Xu Simiao took off his military trousers, but kept the short-sleeved top intact.

Xu Simiao's beautiful amber eyes are full of intentions. His hints are too obvious, and he must fulfill his brother's oath as a soldier.

Whatever Han Xun said, Xu Simiao responded with actions.

In the end, Han Xun was a little... delirious.

How could he, a quasi-soldier who had gone through intensive military training and the test of the scorching sun and rainstorm, have the illusion of fainting on the soft and hot bed.

Then, he really fainted.

When Han Xun woke up again, the light green short-sleeved shirt wrapped around his body was thrown on the ground.

He could feel the burning tenderness of another body's skin all over his body.

Xu Simiao, the bottom is soft and needs to be touched, as if suffering from skin hunger.

Han Xun woke up, squinting his eyes slightly, he was almost exhausted.

This person is really crazy, he has no humanity, only the beast like a lion.

"...Do you really want to kill me?"

His voice was hoarse and deep, which made Xu Simiao's tail straighten.

"Just fuck you to death." Xu Simiao's bloodthirsty cruelty never disappeared, his amber eyes flashed with a dangerous light, "This way you will be mine till the end."

Han Xun slapped Xu Simiao's face, and said weakly: "Go away!"

Xu Simiao grabbed his palm and rushed forward with a satisfied smile, "Don't get lost, if you have the ability, you can slap me to death, and I will be yours until the end of my life."

Han Xun: ...

In terms of shamelessness, Han Xun has never touched Xu Simiao's bottom line.

I always feel that starving the cub too hard has already starved out its wild nature, and Xu Simiao can't be a human being if he doesn't raise it for a few days.

Han Xun gave up, and he had to bear the beasts he raised.

He slapped Xu Simiao with his hand, but now he couldn't take it back, so he could only let Xu Simiao touch and lick his palm, and closed his eyes because of sleepiness.

Xu Simiao, who was full and licking his feet, was full of energy all over his body. Seeing that Han Xun was really tired, he had to stop and rub his small-inch board.

The short stubble of hair is sticking to hands, but Xu Simiao is not satisfied with touching it, and wants to lean over to kiss and lick it, making her whole body smell of salty sweat.

"You really think of yourself as a lion?"

The cat licked its fur so smoothly, Han Xun withdrew his hand and hid in his arms in disgust.

Xu Simiao buried herself in Han Xun's neck and took a deep breath. The smell of light sweat with the smell of tropical rainforest plants under the scorching sun made him extremely satisfied.

"If only I were a lion, I would go to Katasha with you, pretend to be a local lion, come to show off to you and beg to be petted, and I can sleep on your lap." Xu Simiao kissed his temples, "Instead of being chased away Go, threaten me to be charged with espionage if I get closer to you, I have nothing to do."

He stared at Han Xun with deep eyes, and said seriously: "I've been planning how to bring people in in my dreams, but when I wake up, I have to tell myself to hold back, then where you want to go, what you want to do, I don't matter at all."

"You are very important." Han Xun raised his head and gave him a deep comforting kiss, and whispered on his lips, "Now, I am yours, and you can do whatever you want."

Taking the initiative to show favor requires strong psychological preparation.

Han Xun was unprepared, and was directly subdued by Xu Simiao's tireless pursuit.

Tired, very tired, he was wrinkled from his throat to his thighs and even between his brows, this guy still wouldn't stop.

Sure enough, if you raise ferocious beasts, you can't starve the lion too hard, otherwise you will feed the lion with your body, and there will be no peace.

After Xu Simiao finally let him go, Han Xun just wanted to sleep.

As a result, Han Xun's dreams were filled with golden yellow, and he couldn't rest peacefully.

When he woke up from the earth-shattering nightmare, with half-opened eyes, he lay on the bed staring at the hideous Xu Simiao's sleeping face in a daze.

If it wasn't for the weakness of the limbs, Han Xun must get up, run as far as he can, and be separated from Xu Simiao for two days to calm down.

However, his strength was only enough to turn over, so as not to see Xu Simiao sleeping too soundly, he would feel jealous and reach out to strangle the culprit to death.

Han Xun was lying on the bed, his whole body was falling apart like a critically ill patient.

Enduring the soreness, he retracted his legs from between Xu Simiao's, but as soon as he moved, the beast opened its amber eyes and woke up from sleepiness.

"Hungry? Want to drink water?" Xu Simiao rubbed his eyes and sat up, "I'll help you get what you want, just lie down."

The attitude was too good, and all the complaints in Han Xun's heart disappeared.

But he still struggled to get out of bed, picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on.

"I want to go home."

No matter how comfortable the hotel bed is, it is not as good as the one at home.

The two of them spent a happy day and night in the hotel, and then drove a long distance back to the Linhai villa.

Han Xun was lying on the car seat all the way, Xu Simiao hugged him and touched his cheek and neck from time to time, but he didn't open his eyes.

Han Xun was awake, but he was too tired to open his eyes, his mind was completely disconnected, and he just wanted to close his eyes to recover.

As soon as he got home, Han Xun used his amazing perseverance from military training to rush into the master bedroom two steps ahead of Xu Simiao, then slammed the door and locked it behind him.

Xu Simiao stood in front of the door and smiled helplessly.

Overdoing it, Han Xun was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to lose his temper, so he could only rely on this trick to avoid him.

Mr. Xu, who is full of food and drink, is very talkative and kind.

He personally went to the kitchen and told Uncle Xin to prepare a sumptuous dinner, and let Han Xun close the door to rest.

Anyway, when Han Xun woke up hungry, he would go downstairs to look for food.

However, Xu Simiao overestimated Han Xun's ability to take care of himself.

Han Xun really woke up from hunger. He felt that his arms and legs didn't belong to him, and even his throat hurt, so he wrapped himself in the quilt and didn't want to move at all.

Even after going to the military camp and practicing abroad for several months, the essence is still a dead house.

Finally taking off his military uniform and returning to his true self, Han Xun is of course carrying forward the glorious tradition of the dead house, being lazy for as long as he can.

When Xu Simiao forced the door to come in with dinner, Han Xun was lying on the bed in a daze.

"...you won't come down even after you wake up?" Xu Simiao expressed his admiration for him.

Han Xun glanced at him, turned over on the bed in protest, and was too lazy to speak.

"Angry?" Xu Simiao put down the dinner plate and lifted the quilt slightly.

Han Xun stretched his waist, completely looking like a lazy cat waking up, and said hoarsely, "It hurts, bastard."

Hands hurt, legs hurt, butt hurt, throat hurt, Han Xun got used to the pain in the military camp and could get up, but at home he became a pampered young master, waiting for Xu Simiao to sit back and forth.

Xu Simiao always had a weird smile on her face even though she was serving her personally.

This is the Han Xun he loves. He is not firm and masculine at all, but full of lazy and arrogant temperament.

What soldiers, what soldiers, are not suitable for Han Xun at all, okay?

He is suitable for waiting for someone to serve, with a calm and focused appearance, holding a computer and writing about the world in his heart.

After Han Xun finished his meal, he didn't plan to go downstairs, but was going to rest on the bed. Xu Simiao leaned against him, staring at the notebook he took over the bed and opened it, ready to write.

A few minutes passed, and the pen hadn't left a mark on the paper.

Han Xun, who always liked to write and draw casually in his notebook, was immersed in the atmosphere of tragic and shocking stories as soon as he picked up his pen. He was so confused that he didn't know how to write the story of the little lion.

For him, "Code Name Owl Eagle" is over. In the hands of a professional director like Zheng Xuesong, the movie has shown the world he wanted, and he just needs to wait quietly for editing, review, and release. It is up to the audience to judge the significance of "Code Name Eagle".

Everything is no longer related to him, but Han Xun can't escape from the blood dripping without gunpowder.

No matter how many scripts he writes, for him, the most attractive one is always the next one.

But his thoughts were in a mess, stuck between every dialogue, movement, and roar of the actors in "Code Name Owl", unable to regain the simplicity he once had.

"Why are you in a daze?" Xu Simiao leaned on his shoulder.

Xu Simiao is very heavy, with strong muscles, much stronger than a weak chicken like Han Xun who has been training for several months.

Han Xun used to think he was too heavy, so he always raised his hand to poke him away.

Now, Han Xun leaned slightly on the past, and the two supported each other with their shoulders.

Han Xun said in a daze: "...I don't know what to write."

"Then draw." Xu Simiao could smell the natural plant aroma on Han Xun's body by tilting his head, "What about your story about the stickman summoning weapons? After I went to Katasha, I stopped changing. A group of Han scholars rushed to my Weibo Bo came down to protest solemnly, saying that I must be hiding something. Look at this group of guys who bully the good and fear the evil, they dare not go to the official Weibo of "Code Name Eagle" to protest, they only know how to bully the weak, helpless and pitiful me."

Han Xun laughed out loud, and as soon as he looked down, he could see Xu Simiao's long and thick eyelashes flapping on his shoulders and neck.

Obviously covering the sky with one hand, if she insists on pretending to be weak and pitiful, only Xu Simiao can do it.

"Firewood..." Han Xun pondered for a moment, raised his hand and drew the stickman, ready to retell the story of the stickman.

However, this time it's not the soldier firewood summoning weapons, he wants to draw behind-the-scenes footage of the filming of "Code Name Owl".

Although the crew will specially make clips to tell the story behind the movie, but he wants to talk about details that may not necessarily be recorded behind the scenes, but which make him unforgettable.

Every soldier has a wonderful experience like a play, and the principle of confidentiality keeps them silent, willing to be ordinary.

And the actors who interpret these respectable soldiers have the same flesh and blood and laughter as them. It is more difficult to perform the real ruthless determination and hatred through the script than to face the hatred shown by the enemy, but the actors challenge the limit over and over again. , risking his life, just to present the effect required by the script.

The success of a movie is not just the strength of one person.

If "Code Name Owl Eagle" can be recognized by the audience, it is the result of the hard work of the entire team.

Han Xun wants to pass on such efforts to more people, so that those netizens who live happily every day can feel all the joy he experienced in Katasha.

When he writes, he has an oval head.

Han Xun frowned, and started to draw a circle again, but it was still not round enough. He reluctantly added body and limbs to the circle, but he was still not satisfied.

"What's wrong?" Xu Simiao saw that Han Xun had drawn several stick figures in a row, but neither started the plot nor wrote any notes.

Han Xun frowned and said for a moment, "My painting skills have regressed."

Xu Simiao: ...

Stickman only!

What painting skills are there!

"Don't worry." Xu Simiao stretched out his hand to rub his short stubble hair, and said with a smile, "You just draw a black ink ball and post it on Weibo, and your fans can help you make up a superhero sci-fi movie. Cutting-edge combat equipment and the master of the universe are duel at the peak, and the black hole swallows everything in the end."

After all, they are Korean scholars, especially good at adding drama!