Rebirth to dominate the film and television industry

The outside world paid special attention to the news of overturning the verdict, and Han Xun didn't care about the noisy and heated discussions in the public opinion.

He knew that this case would clear up his father's grievances in the end, but a person who was innocent would never come back. To him, getting justice was not as meaningful as he had imagined.

Han Xun felt that he was coming back late.

Why is rebirth only going back to before Sun Haoran became famous, instead of going back to high school, so that he can have a chance to save his father and mother.

He admits to being greedy.

Anyone who has regret medicine will be extremely greedy.

Han Xun was very confused.

As a person who can create laughable scripts with a delicate mind, now he has fallen into deep self-blame.

Everything in the basement has become a silent relic.

He would often sit in the basement all day, taking out those little old toys and slowly putting them back together.

The meaningless sorting did not calm his mind, but made him more irritable.

Xu Simiao couldn't stand it anymore, so she dragged him up from the ground and took him out by force.

"Let's go and relax."

Mr. Xu's way of relaxation is always very straight, the colorful hot air balloon, like a peacock, rises from the take-off platform, and floats leisurely towards the sea level.

Han Xun was leaning against the fence, and the sea breeze was blowing, which made him unable to open his eyes.

"I know you blame yourself." Xu Simiao reached out to hold Han Xun's cheek, and said softly, "Blame myself for not knowing about this earlier, why I didn't choose to trust my father, and blame myself for not being able to save him except for giving him a clean slate." Take his life back. But, Han Xun, you've done a good job, and uncle won't blame you."

Han Xun understands this truth.

His father has always been a gentle and kind person. Even if he fought at school, made mistakes, and wrote messy stories that affected his studies, his father never scolded him.

Because in Han Shining's eyes, he will always be a well-behaved and obedient boy.

Such a pampering, doting father who never forced Han Xun to have great ambitions could not blame himself.

Han Xun knew, but it was hard for him not to feel ashamed of himself.

For ten whole years, he blamed his father, so much so that now that he has given his father a posthumous innocence, it still cannot appease his guilt.

He touched the back of Xu Simiao's hand and said, "I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing again?" Xu Simiao looked at him with a wry smile.

Han Xun sighed and said, "I'm sorry for your comfort and help, but I can't force myself to be happy."

"I didn't force you to be happy." Xu Simiao kissed his forehead, "I just hope you don't blame yourself too much, it's not your fault, you're not at fault. I'd rather you hate Han Baijiang, the police, the government, and the whole society , don’t even hate yourself.”

Han Xun was so kind that he could only torture his own mind, Xu Simiao saw it and felt pain in his heart.

What did a child know ten years ago?

When he was a child, he complained about why his mother abandoned him. It was not until he went to England that the relationship between mother and child gradually eased.

He stroked Han Xun's cheek lightly. Ever since he came back from meeting Han Baijiang, Han Xun was pale and thin, and the energy he cultivated in the military camp had completely faded away.

"If you are sad, cry out, if you want to vent, write it out." Xu Simiao was afraid that he would be sad and the more he thought about it, the more painful he would be, so he suggested, "How about writing uncle's story into a script? Let's find the best directors and actors. , let him really come alive on the screen."

Han Xun stroked Xu Simiao's hand holding his cheek. He avoided Xu Simiao's gentle eyes and stared at the boundless sea.

Han Xun was immersed in a touch of sadness in the air under the sun.

"I can't write," he said.

With such a sad story that he had personally experienced, he felt empty and lost when he lifted his pen.

He can write a good story about Han Shining being wronged and seeing the sun again, but he will never see his good father.

Doesn't make sense and isn't necessary.

"Even if you can't write the script, you can write everything exactly." Xu Simiao stroked his prickly hair and said with a smile, "Write it out, as long as you write it out, you will feel better."

The news of a rich family's grievances has aroused the attention of the general public.

Han Baijiang surrendered, the police reopened the case, handed over to the court for judgment and other news, which can be refreshed on major websites at any time.

And Han Xun's Weibo, which has been silent for a long time, once again brought the case of Han Shining's injustice to the forefront.

He began to tell the story of Han Shining's injustice ten years ago in a calm and chronological manner, concealing Han Shining's statement of emotional breakdown and the helpless fact of rebirth in the transcript.

Han Xun wrote: "Han Baijiang used his position of power to prohibit producers in the film and television industry from adopting my script. Even if he adopted it, the name 'Han Xun' must be removed to prevent me from knowing the truth of the year and overturning the case for my father's unjust death. He What I did caused the script I created to be shamelessly embezzled by Sun Haoran, and I couldn’t speak legally until I met Xu Simiao.”

What happened later, Han scholars are clear, Xu Simiao, a very unreliable rich second generation, overcame all difficulties to cast "Green Forest Heroes", and supported Han Xun all the way to today.

The whole process is simple but thrilling, and there is such a terrible thing behind the script that has brought everyone countless happy hours.

If Han Xun was a little less lucky and talented, he would never be known in his life.

The content of his Weibo is cryptic, but Han Scholar has a huge brain and directly fills in all the blanks.

They had long felt that Han Baijiang, who had been enjoying himself for ten years, suddenly turned himself in, no matter how they thought about it, it didn't seem like a discovery of conscience.

Han Xun has a close relationship with the military, and it must be with the help of an expert that he can help his father clear his grievances.

This expert, Han Xun did not write.

But between the lines, it is full of gratitude and love to Xu Simiao.

Everyone was forced to eat dog food while watching Teacher Han's suffering story.

The Han scholars were horrified to find out that according to Teacher Han's combing, the biggest hero was actually Xu Simiao!

All Han scholars who read Weibo understand two facts: Han Xun is not a red descendant!Xu Simiao is really a big sponsor!

That night, Han Jia performed a live show that he can correct his mistakes, and squeezed under Xu Simiao's Weibo to beg for forgiveness.

Wuwuwu Mr. Xu does not remember villains, we have eyes but no eyes and no mouth and no heart, we will never dislike you again.Mr. Han is so good, but life is so hard, you must live a good life, and you are not allowed to start in chaos and never give up.

Xu Simiao was very proud.

After fighting with Han scholars for so long, he finally got the official seal of Han Xun and turned over.

Although Han Xun won't be suddenly relieved by writing about all the sufferings, Xu Simiao is very relieved that he can continue to watch those cartoons with a childlike innocence to find inspiration these days.

He quietly leaned against Han Xun, watching the national elite black cat sheriff.

It is obviously an old animation from the 80s, and it looks very good now, but it's a pity... the case in the story seems a bit deep and scary, are you sure it won't cause a psychological shadow on the greenhouse flowers? !

"Han Xun, do you want to write a story like this about the little lion?"

"I'm not sure yet." Although Han Xun's voice was low, his mood was still stable, "I just want to accumulate some materials and experience."

Movies are movies, and animation is animation.

He regards the little lion as a short story that he writes casually for relaxation, and he just writes it casually. Once he seriously wants to make it into an animation, he will be extra serious.

However, he couldn't help but add settings to Xiao Cong.

Xiao Cong's long-dead parents were actually rescued, and they will slowly appear when the little lion and him walk out of the huge and luxurious castle and into the vast forest.

This is a story belonging to him and Xu Simiao. It can be written in a warm and lovely way, filling all the vacancies in his heart, and it may be able to meet his obsessive-compulsive disorder requirements.

Xu Simiao watched the animation with Han Xun for several days, and only went to work after making sure that Han Xun was in a stable mood.

Once he arrived at the company, what he had to do was not only to solve the accumulated work, but also to send someone to thoroughly investigate the details of the money laundering case that year.

Xu Simiao missed once, and will not miss the second time. He didn't think that Han Baijiang's brain could do everything seamlessly and frame him easily.

Check and check, Xu Simiao will never tell Han Xun after finding out his eyebrows.

His sweetheart is only suitable for writing scripts in peace and stability, not for standing under the pale light and uttering dire threats.

It's best for him to do this kind of thing.

Han Xun watched cartoons, wrote about little lions, and kept his ears to the outside world.

After writing in a muffled voice for a long time, Wen Heshan finally couldn't sit still. He called and kindly asked Han Xun what he was doing recently.

"I'm writing a script." Han Xun looked at the little lion who was about to sort out the ending in his hands, and felt a long-lost sense of satisfaction in his heart, "What's wrong? Old Man?"

"I thought something happened to you. You scared me to death, old man." Wen Heshan said in a serious tone, "The last time I talked to you about the case, you never moved again, so I'm too embarrassed to ask. , I’m afraid you’re still sad. Just write the script, write it well, but...Xiao Han, shouldn’t it be time for you to draw the prize?”

"Huh? What award?"

Han Xun has long forgotten that he promoted "Code Name Owl Eagle" and promised to draw a lottery.

Han Xun and others were eager to see through Weibo, but they were too embarrassed to urge them, fearing that when Han Xun posted a long Weibo that was sad, it would make people feel that he would have no vision to mention such insignificant things.

They squatted under the lottery weibo, shouting out their throats, but no one paid any attention.

The original 60 reposts have skyrocketed to more than [-], and the denominator is getting smaller and smaller. They are all counting on the members of the European Emperor to make a small request that everyone is satisfied with, instead of running away with a grenade model and a signed photo.

Finally, when Han Xun clicked on Weibo again and fully felt Han's resentment, he couldn't laugh or cry.

He really can't remember, his mind is full of the past, but he ignores the most important thing to live in the present.

Therefore, Han Xun issued a sincere apology, telling Han scholars that the lottery will be drawn on time at [-]:[-] pm. If you still want to repost it, you can continue to repost it. The conditions remain the same, and only one draw will be drawn.

With the accurate drawing time, everyone is comfortable.

Countless reposted denominators pushed this Weibo to the homepage again, awakening everyone's memory.

Everyone who joined the fun couldn't laugh or cry, "Code Name Owl Eagle" has been released for so long, so there is no prize draw yet!

For the sake of Mrs. Han being cute and pitiful, everyone chose to forgive, and stayed in front of Weibo obediently, waiting for the birth of the Emperor Ou.

Near eight o'clock, the original Weibo has become 70 retweets.

Xu Simiao stopped working overtime at night in advance, and rushed home in a senseless manner, keeping a close eye on Han Xun, ready to witness a miracle at any time.

He turned on his computer and swiped his mobile phone. As soon as it arrived at [-]:[-], he immediately urged: "Baby, hurry up and draw the lottery, I'm waiting."

Seeing that he was so active, Han Xun asked, "How many accounts have you prepared to participate in this lottery draw?"

Xu Simiao said proudly: "It's only a third of the forwarding number."

Han Xun: ...

His Weibo has been retweeted more than 70 times, and Xu Simiao actually accounts for one-third of it.

Why hasn't all this false data been blocked by Weibo? !

Han Xun glanced at him and said, "I don't black box. If I get you, I won't agree to your request."

Xu Simiao didn't care about small requests. His family's Han Xun could perfectly cooperate without asking.

Therefore, Xu Simiao said generously: "It doesn't matter, one-third of my accounts are not zombie fans, but employees of all companies under Ross Investment, plus the Chinese who own Weibo from the Ailov Consortium. You won't be the one who smoked me, Don’t worry about the black box. They’re just a bunch of cute fans who want autographs and photos and grenade models, and they’re the real deal, and they don’t make small demands of you.”

When Han Xun heard it, he felt that Xu Simiao really... could do anything.

Is this considered power for personal gain?

He even suspected that Xu Simiao did such insane things because he was sure that Han Xun would not black box, and Xu Simiao would have a violent temper.

One third, more than 20 people...

Han Xun was shocked by the vast sea of ​​people in his mind, and clicked on the lottery.

Because of the excessive number of reposts, the lottery platform is running extremely slowly.

Han Xun yawned and lay down on the sofa, and said, "Let me know when you pull it out."

Xu Simiao paid close attention to the page, waiting for the moment when someone was drawn out, to check whether Ouhuang belonged to more than one in 20.

It took about a century before Weibo sent out a congratulatory message for winning the prize.

"Congratulations to one @张焦ran user for winning the [prize]. Weibo's only official lottery tool @微博赛赛平台 is supervising this lottery draw, and the result is fair and effective."

Xu Simiao clicked in immediately, ready to check whether the winner was in danger, whether he had muscles, and whether he was an employee.

As a result, he took a selfie with a big face in front of him, which almost made him choke up.

He saw a... little girl with an obviously immature face but deliberately heavy makeup, brownish-red hair, pouting mouth and staring eyes.

Xu Simiao understands that this makeup is called nightclub style. More than ten years ago, Zhang Yanran was definitely a senior member of the funeral family.

Looking at it again, the burial of the European emperor still has a v.

Weibo certification: actor.