This star is from the earth

In the end, the farce still did not arise.

Zhang Yiman was led to the position by Han Jue, and the staff behind came out to apologize, but they didn't know how to apologize. In the end, the two sides stood for a while, dispersed, and tacitly did not mention this matter again.

Afterwards, under the gentle reminder of the stewardess, everyone took their positions, and after a while, after the plane took off, the recording of tidbits began.

The girl's mind is probably like the clouds outside the airplane window at this time, erratic and unpredictable.

Before, she looked like she planned to break up with Han Jue and never communicate with each other again, but now she was sitting in the seat, and she was moving like a rabbit again.

"So you gave me two punches for no reason because of those lyrics?" Han Jue touched his belly and grinned, as if he had suffered internal injuries and was full of stamina.

"Hmph, it's not inexplicable." Zhang Yiman said triumphantly, flashing her little fist.

"When you write a song like that, everyone will think that we are just performing a variety show, so...there is no sense of reality! Do you understand the sense of reality, the sense of substitution, that is, it will be very fake, and the audience will find it very boring, and then...then Our ratings will drop!" Zhang Yiman said seriously. The finger made a gesture of falling down, still falling off a cliff.

[Aren't we just performing a variety show? ! 】Han Jue asked back with his eyes in surprise.

However, Han Jue's terrified and inexplicable eyes were misunderstood by Zhang Yiman that he realized how serious the matter was.

"So, you can't write songs like that in the future."

"Why?" Han Jue was startled.

"I told you why just now, did you not listen?" Zhang Yiman wrinkled his little nose, very angry. I kind of understood why Sister Qin became so angry after explaining again and again.

"But "Boy" is also like this, you seem to like listening to it too." Han Jue asked. He saw Sha Niu's Weibo, and knew that [boy] did not refer to himself as the netizens said.

When Zhang Yiman heard this, he was a little happy that the secret signal he left was understood, but at the same time he was a little angry:

"It's not the same. Both "Boy" and "Blood Love Story" are not nostalgic. They are relieved of their feelings. You have to write such songs, otherwise the ratings will drop in an instant." Zhang Yiman made another downward gesture.

"Have you ever been in love? How do you know about Shiran?"

"I've read five hundred and seventy-three romance novels!" Zhang Yiman said triumphantly, drawing a five.

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

Han Jue doesn't intend to argue with Sha Niu anymore, thinking about the chances of releasing songs in the future, it is estimated that there will not be too many opportunities, and it is not important to release songs in the future.

When he was performing at the [Alley Bar] before, he was indeed too indulging in the feelings of his previous life, so that the songs he chose were more affectionate, which inevitably gave people an unforgettable look of his old love.

But he knows that as the days go by, feelings will eventually sink. Although it is an expression of infatuation when it pops up from time to time, it is not good to pretend that you only fall in love all day long and become a useless person if you lose love. At least after these few months, he has changed a lot now, and he won't be in pain as before.

"Uncle, what are you doing these days, I haven't even seen you on TV." Zhang Yiman asked.

[Being a useless person. 】

"Me? I'm currently studying the development history of my country's film and television industry, analyzing those significant nodes, and doing market research." In fact, I often go to the cinema and watch classic movies online when I get home. After analysis, When the inspiration comes, I occasionally write something by myself.

"Ah, so professional!" Sha Niu exclaimed.

Han Jue pressed his hand down, signaling to keep a low profile, as there is still a camera in front of him.

"anything else?"

"If there is anything else, that is," Han Jue said, rubbing his chin with deep eyes, "writing songs, using life as material, imagination as inspiration, and doing some creation."

After watching a movie outside for a day, I returned home and took a delightful hot bath in the bathroom. I was in a particularly happy mood, and unconsciously hummed many songs from my previous life. For this reason, Han Jue specially prepared a recording pen outside the shower curtain, so as not to forget it after washing. Very useful.

In addition, he is currently busy with film and television, so he seldom picks up the guitar, let alone any creative creations.

Music is all about creation.

"Hmph." Zhang Yiman seemed to think of something again, first he hummed vigorously, and then said something else:

"Uncle, hurry up and prepare an album of songs for me. I will definitely ask you to write songs for me. Now I run many, many trips a day, attend many, many shows, and learn many, many things. The popularity has risen a lot, I can ask you to write songs for me in the next album, and then you can’t write love songs like that, and then..."

"...Then, uncle, do you like her that much?"

When Zhang Yiman spoke, he hesitated for a while, and finally asked in a muffled voice, with a very caring look.

Han Jue looked at the camera in front of him, tilted his head and thought for a while, then said relaxedly:

"I like it, I like it very much."

He knew that these words should not be said in a show that focuses on love, but from the beginning of recording to the present, he has not worried so much, and there is no reason to cherish feathers when he becomes famous.

Anyway, the final editing right is with the director. If the director thinks it is inappropriate, he will cut it out.

Now that the silly girl asked, he answered.

Zhang Yiman raised his eyes to look at Han Jue, and when he saw Han Jue, he became very soft, and his aura seemed to be full of the word "like". Zhang Yiman saw it and waited for Han Jue's next words.

"But, after all, there is no way to be together." Han Jue's eyes wandered, looking helpless.

"Why can't we be together?" Zhang Yiman saw that Han Jue's expression at this time indicated that he was immersed in a special memory, so her voice was soft, as if to avoid waking Han Jue.

"We are too far away," Han Jue adjusted his sitting posture to make his narration more comfortable, "If I want to see her, there are only two ways, one way is to dream, and the other way is to die. "

In this way, when others listen to it, they can only feel that this relationship has been completely severed, and they can't see each other through normal channels.

Zhang Yiman thought a little more.

She "knows the inside story" early on, although she usually acts silly, but she knows it's because she's too lazy to use her brain!

When I was in school, the teacher always said that she was very smart, but she just refused to use her brain!

Zhang Yiman has always had a guess in his mind about who actually shared Han Jue's diary, or who had the opportunity to spread Han Jue's diary.

The current situation is that the uncle probably still likes that woman, but because of the fact that the woman did too much, the uncle doesn't want to see her again!

Therefore, the current liking will eventually become relieved. Just a few more "Bloody Love Story"-like releases.

"You won't see her anymore, so you will gradually fall in love with others in the future?" Zhang Yiman asked tentatively.

Han Jue pondered for a while, then shook his head, and said: "Love takes up most of a person's energy, and it will make a person leave his original life and become a lover exclusively, which is not easy.

And now, I am living alone, eating, sleeping, and playing Doudou all day long, which is very good. "

Besides, exhaustion, not life and death, is where love is bitter. It is not so easy to meet people who get along with each other over time without exhausting both parties.

Zhang Yiman obviously doesn't know much about love, and wants to persuade Han Jue but doesn't know how to persuade him. If he insists on persuading him, he is afraid of appearing straightforward and making others think too much. In the end, I had no choice but to give up. I thought I would look it up on the Internet when I got home, and try to persuade me next time.

"What are you eating, sleeping, and playing Doudou! Uncle, you are an entertainer, you have to improve yourself!"

"There are some artists who are not motivated. I am a new style." Han Jue put his hands behind his head, and every cell in his body said [I just don’t make progress, I just don’t make progress! 】

"But uncle, you are so talented, you can't waste it." Zhang Yiman was anxious.

In countless competitions, she has seen the injustice created by talent countless times, which mediocre people may not be able to make up for in their entire lives. So I probably have never seen a person like Han Jue, who obviously has a talent that countless people envy and envy, but doesn't think about how to make good use of it.

"Why not? Even if I have talent, it belongs to me alone, right?"

"No, at least part of it belongs to me!" Zhang Yiman argued.

Han Jue stared at the dead fish eyes, and wanted to complain about how his talent had something to do with her.

Zhang Yiman also felt that this sentence was inappropriate, so he explained: "I, what I mean is, uncle, you promised to write songs for me, so I reserved part of your talent."

"Also, your talent still belongs to the fans who like you."

Zhang Yiman turned on the music software on the phone, asked Han Jue to read the comments of the listeners, and said seriously.

She is always so serious to her fans, and she always reads comments like this one by one in her spare time.

Han Jue took the phone and looked carefully.

It was also the first time for him to read these comments, but the style of this software was similar to that of a certain music software in his previous life, and the comments had a high rate of similarity, confession, college entrance examination, storytelling, and provocation, which made him feel familiar.

"I quite like this kind of music software, and I like every listener here." Han Jue said with a faint smile on his lips.

Zhang Yiman's shoulders gradually relaxed.

Talented people come out in large numbers in the music circle, although compared to the talents in the entire music circle, one more Han Jue is not much, and one less Han Jue is quite a lot. If Han Jue does not continue to create, everyone seems to regret it at most, it’s nothing People will care.

However, she, Zhang Yiman, would care, she would care.

Considering the importance of music to her, she felt that without Han Jue's music, she would have much less feelings that she can't explain clearly now.

Zhang Yiman moved his face closer, and saw a long paragraph of comments that had nothing to do with the song, but they were all highly rated, "Look, these audiences are very touched after listening to the song, and they really write good."

Han Jue glanced at Zhang Yiman and said:

"Yeah, the writing is really good. They obviously don't have any writing skills, and they can't get high marks in exams and essays, but here, they can write so many beautiful words by making up nonsense. I guess this is the highlight of their literary talent So, this kind of music software is pretty good.”

After all, Zhang Yiman couldn't hold back, and forgot the advice Sister Qin gave her before boarding the plane. He patted Han Jue on the shoulder.

"The person who wrote the song~ broke his soul~ the person who listened to the song~ is the most ruthless~" Han Jue hummed a little tune and kept flipping through the comments.

Zhang Yiman squinted at Han Jue, thinking, this is the kind of uncle, if the uncle stopped writing songs, she would definitely feel bad.

"Uncle, don't give up music in the future, okay?" Zhang Yiman listened to Han Jue humming "Outside the Peony Pavilion", couldn't help shaking Han Jue's arm, and wanted to get Han Jue's protection immediately.

Han Jue smiled. Of course he will not give up music now, music has become a record of his past life memories, but now it is in the program, so he kept a little bit of teasing Zhang Yiman's thoughts and said:

"What if I run out of talents and can't support me with music? I must give up music and work hard to make money."

"But uncle, as you said, life is not only about living in front of you, but also..."

"No. I lied to you."

"People say, live elsewhere..."

"Not here."

"..."

"It's useless if you have poems and distant places. Life will kill you even if it is far away. You can't fantasize about other places. Life can only be solved locally."

"ah……"

"You can't force others to do something in the future. Encouragement like this is quite positive, but it is also cruel. Don't you know that when a person is doing something he doesn't like, it will be very annoying. Is it ugly?"

Zhang Yiman's eyes widened and he was speechless.

"That ugliness, in fact, what is ugly is not the appearance, but the ugliness of a person running wildly on the road against his heart." Han Jue said softly, remembering the things he did not like over and over again in his previous life. Days are gray memories that he would rather forget.

"Uncle, do you...hate music so much?" Zhang Yiman felt a little uncomfortable at Han Jue's words, and his eye circles were red.

She likes music so much, she admits that part of the reason for her liking for Han Jue is that Han Jue's musical talent attracted her, and now she hears that her uncle doesn't like music, which makes her feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

A strand of red hair fell into Zhang Yiman's mouth and was held by her. Maybe Zhang Yiman didn't notice it, or maybe she did, but she had no time to care about it, she just looked at Han Jue hopefully with her crystal eyes.

That strand of hair covered her face, like a piece of white jade with bloodshot eyes, arousing pity.

Han Jue stopped teasing her, he said: "It used to be, but not now. Because of you, I like music very much now."

Then he looked at Zhang Yiman who was close at hand, stretched out his hand, and pinned Zhang Yiman's lock of hair behind his ear.

Fingers plunged into the elastic cheeks, pulled out the hair, and then took it all the way to caress Zhang Yiman's cheeks to the ears. Then he moved his hand up and put it on the top of Zhang Yiman's head, ruffling the soft hair.

Zhang Yiman shrank his neck and looked at Han Jue with the eyes of a forest cub.

From the corners of the mouth, to the cheeks, to the ears, to the top of the head, and finally like a burst of electricity from top to bottom, the whole body became itchy and numb.

Because I started writing late today, I only coded the last chapter within a certain period of time, and the number of words is really not much. Feeling guilty, I stayed up all night to present the second update to everyone. Don't blame me too much.