This star is from the earth

Magic City is thousands of miles away from Star City, and through the screen, Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman as if there was a distance.

This kind of distance is inexplicable, but it is clear.

It's like the difference between a star and a mortal.

Of course, the mortal is Han Jue, and the star is Zhang Yiman, there is no doubt about it.

The recording of "Singer" was actually just yesterday, but at that time, because it was so close, because the atmosphere was tense, and because the little girl was always shouting, hugging and disturbing his mind, Han Jue couldn't be objective, so he didn't Notice something.

See it now.

Compared with the little girl I met half a year ago, the changes in Zhang Yiman's body are obvious.

The lights and eyes of the stage were all focused on Zhang Yiman.

Confident, generous, comfortable and fearless in front of tens of thousands of people.

The wine-red hair was coiled on the top of the head with a hairpin, revealing the slender neck curve like a lotus leaf stem. She seemed not afraid of the cold, she was wearing a clean and simple white shirt, her collarbone was faintly visible, her lower body was wearing black dress pants without pleats, and she was wearing black high heels, which made her look taller even though she was not originally short.

The simple matching of basic styles, worn on Zhang Yiman's body, will not make people feel that she has no aura at all.

Because the temperament of a star itself is the most perfect and shining decoration.

This cruelly tells the world that beauty is picky. Attractive people sparkle in everything they wear, while unattractive people look like they are wearing fake clothes even if they wear famous brands.

"Ohhhh~~ Goddess! I love you!" shouted the audience.

Shouting is mostly the same.

Facing the cheers from the audience, Zhang Yiman smiled. Just like when she first debuted, as if she had never achieved dazzling results, she just smiled warmly, just like before. Those two eyes are like two wet ink dots on rice paper, still clean and flawless.

She replied: "Happy New Year everyone~"

It caused the audience to shout: "Happy New Year!!!"

Then she didn't say anything more, but held the microphone and concentrated on preparing for the following singing.

The open-air gymnasium is undoubtedly noisy, and the attention of the audience is also limited. Coupled with the atmosphere of the party, the audience at the scene cannot easily calm down.

Few singers choose to sing ballads that require quiet listening at such a crowded outdoor party.

Not to mention young or old singers, any singer who has a little pursuit of singing will not like it in the face of a messy, unfocused, unenthusiastic, and uncooperative audience.

But Zhang Yiman appointed to sing "Your Eyes".

When the TV station and the company team heard that Zhang Yiman wanted to sing a popular song from his first album, they thought it was all right. This was a perfectly normal request.

But Sister Qin felt that she had guessed the girl's mind a little bit, and after she hesitated to speak, she didn't stop her.

The prelude sounded.

[Cackling] It was the sound of winding, and then the music box was opened, and the accompaniment sounded ding ding dong dong.

Under the light, Zhang Yiman was so beautiful that it was like a beautiful fairy tale.

The information of the song appears at the bottom of the screen in due course:

【"Your eyes"

Lyricist: Han Jue

Composer: Han Jue

Original Singer: Zhang Yiman]

Zhang Yiman raised the microphone and sang unhurriedly:

【

Like a drizzle falling down my heart

that feels so mysterious

I can't help but look up at you

And you show no trace

...

】

Following Zhang Yiman's singing like a record, the scene quickly quieted down.

This song is like a love letter, conveyed to Han Jue's heart through the screen.

Han Jue did receive it.

"Your Eyes" is a clip of Zhang Yiman's singing in "That Woman". Based on the idea of ​​"not insulting this song", Han Jue handed over the complete song to Zhang Yiman for interpretation. Later, this song was included in the first album by Zhang Yiman. After its release, it became a popular song and received wide acclaim among fans over the age of 30. It played a vital role in capturing uncle fans.

This is the first song Han Jue wrote for Zhang Yiman. He was not there, but he participated in her singing in another way.

【

Although silent, it is hard to forget

That's your eyes, bright and beautiful

ah……

I am full of joy

】

While singing, Zhang Yiman looked around the audience, moved in the middle, waved his hands, and took care of the audience in all directions.

Those Yingying eyes, facing the lyrics, are really bright and beautiful, leaving an indelible mark in the hearts of thousands of people.

When Zhang Yiman's eyes occasionally pass to the camera, every audience in front of the TV seems to feel the emotion that is about to overflow from these eyes.

Some elderly audiences, listening to the song with endless regrets and looking at Zhang Yiman's eyes, suddenly fell into the faded beauty in memory.

[Singing really well. ] The audience thought softly.

The audience listened quietly to Zhang Yiman's singing, until the music box at the end stopped ringing, and the audience burst into applause.

After this period of experience in "Singer", Zhang Yiman's typhoon is more stable, his emotions are more abundant, and his communication is more in place. Compared with the record, the live performance is better at this time.

The speed of this progress really surprised the experts, and they could only lament that the monster rookie is worthy of being a monster, and the future queen is also worthy of being a future queen.

Extraordinary talent, exuberant vitality, and luminous attributes, all of which are destined to open a new era for her.

"Your Eyes" finished singing, but amidst the applause, Zhang Yiman didn't go down yet, neither He Tu nor Wang Yang came up.

Instead, a group of backup dancers came up from both sides of the stage.

Before everyone figured out the situation, some of the backing dancers lifted up the microphone stand, some put a black motorcycle jacket on Zhang Yiman, some put a pair of sunglasses on Zhang Yiman, and some handed over the I picked up a loudspeaker that seemed to cost ten yuan apiece from a roadside stall.

Everyone shouted like crazy when they saw the cool shape and the iconic megaphone.

"Ahhhhhh!!~~"

Zhang Yiman, fully equipped, stepped out from the backup dancers. She took off the hairpin, and a stunning red appeared in people's sight. That red hair bloomed like a flame, like a rose blooming, which made people's heart skip a beat.

Zhang Yiman stood in front of Limai wearing sunglasses, holding the microphone with one hand and the loudspeaker with the other.

Simple movements, but full of aura.

""Open to Tumi"!"

"Ahh! Teacher Zhang! I want to marry you!"

The audience in the audience, regardless of gender, stretched out their hands to Zhang Yiman, baring their teeth and claws and shouting.

Zhang Yiman has two songs to sing tonight.

After a slow song "Your Eyes", probably because the audience was afraid of getting sleepy, followed by a psychedelic rock song "Open to Tumi", which heated up the atmosphere again, which seemed a bit festive.

The scene was really festive.

Although "Open to Tumi" was only released last night, for those who love it, one day is enough to listen to it several times.

Therefore, when the sound of the front snare drum sounded, the blood of some audience members in the audience began to boil.

As usual, Zhang Yiman held up the iconic loudspeaker and spoke with a blank expression, making the distorted voice sound again on the TVs of thousands of households:

【Every ant has eyes and a nose. Whether it is beautiful or not, and whether there is a deviation of one millimeter, what does it matter...】

[Idols are nothing more than that, idols who have been addicted to each other, disappear one by one...]

The audience shook their heads and went crazy.

...

The effect is excellent. When Zhang Yiman's two songs are over, the atmosphere is already very good.

The next person to appear on the stage happened to be the newly promoted [King of Songs] Yang Shuwen.

Yang Shuwen is a singer with a small voice, suitable for the recording studio. It is difficult for her to show her amazing voice at the party, so she chose to sing fast songs with a very warm atmosphere. It is not a strong point, but it is also very good.

After watching the performances of Zhang Yiman and Yang Shuwen, Han Jue felt that he had seen the performances that should be watched and the differences that should be investigated, so he didn't plan to watch the TV any more.

The silly dog ​​beside him has already gradually fallen asleep.

Han Jue spread newspapers and towels for Shagou in the corner, and moved the sleeping Shagou with his tongue sticking out.

Next, start moving the black cat.

But the black cat is worthy of being a black cat, it is very alert and wakes up at the slightest movement.

When he saw the little black cat wake up, Han Jue knew he was done.

Twenty minutes later.

After taking a bath, Han Jue was lying comfortably on the bed. He pointed to the little black cat next to the pillow and said, "Be honest with me."

The little black cat had already been bathed and dewormed when it came out of the rescue station, so Han Jue didn't have to worry about hygiene. Anyway, the Samoyed in the previous life always jumped on the bed and stepped on him. Sleeping with pets is nothing.

The little black cat was very obedient, and gave a [meow] sound as if it understood the instructions, as if responding to Han Jue that it promised to be honest.

Han Jue was very satisfied.

Then, he watched the little black cat limply climbed onto his belly and lay down.

"..." Han Jue bounced his belly twice, but didn't bounce it off.

Although the bed was big, Han Jue was really afraid that he would crush the little black cat to death. So I put it back next to the pillow and smoothed it.

"sleep."

Han Jue turned off the light and lay down. The little black cat is also very honest.

New Year's Eve seems to be just like that.

"Ding!~"

"Ding Ding!~"

"Ding!~"

The phone's text message notification tone rang continuously.

Han Jue turned on the bedside lamp and picked up the phone suspiciously.

But seeing the sender's name, Han Jue smiled, and his mood suddenly improved.

【Silly girl】.

There were several messages in a row, all of which were sent by Zhang Yiman.

Look at the time, it's exactly 0:00, it's the first day of the new year.

At this time, the party is not over yet, but Zhang Yiman may have returned to the backstage, or may have left early, and saw the text message that Han Jue sent her before, wanting to send her a gift.

Han Jue clicked on the text message, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he didn't know it.

Zhang Yiman took it apart and sent several messages in a row, a kind of eagerness, vividly on the paper:

[Uncle Happy New Year! ~~(/≧▽≦)/】

[But uncle, how did you know about my birthday? ! (Scary expression) (Scary expression) (Scary expression)]

[I deliberately didn't tell you before! I originally wanted to exchange this incident with you for a [Wishing Coupon] next time we meet. (grievance expression)]

【Hahaha~ Did you prepare a special gift for me? What is it? looking forward to! (Eyes brighten expression)]

[In the new year, we will record programs more seriously! We must continue to win the [Best Couple Award]! ! ! (fist) (fist) (fist)]

【By the way, uncle, did you watch my performance just now? ? ? (smiling expression)]

Zhang Yiman likes to use a lot of emoticons in his text messages, making it look like group text messages.

Han Jue was not used to it at first, always asking for voice calls. But because they couldn't see each other through the phone, Zhang Yiman would become more courageous, and would suddenly say [Did you miss me today], [How many times did you miss me today? How many times? 】Han Jue couldn't stand such bold words. Had to switch back to text chat. After chatting with Zhang Yiman many times, I am used to the style that sometimes there are more expressions than words.

Typing and chatting with Zhang Yiman on the mobile phone, three sentences without emoticons can be regarded as in-depth communication.

Han Jue looked at the text message, and his drowsiness disappeared immediately.

Turned over, lying on the bed and typing enthusiastically.

【Happy New Year. 】

[As for your birthday, I don't even need to ask, the old man counts it, and it will be here long ago. 】

【I watched your performance, and...】

After typing here, a pitch-black claw suddenly appeared on the screen.

Han Jue stopped his fingers and looked along the paw.

I saw the little black cat who was still asleep just now, pressing its paw on the screen and looking at him with round eyes.

Han Jue didn't know why, but he felt like he was being raped?

"Meow." The little black cat shouted.

[Stop playing with your phone, come and play with me. 】It seems to be saying so.

"Good boy." Han Jue moved the little black cat's paw away.

In the next second, he hitched up again.

Move it out, get on it.

Han Jue had no choice but to sit up, smooth the little black cat with one hand, and reply to the text message with the other.

"Ding!~"

A new text message came in.

Open it and look, it is the director of "Let's Fall in Love", Director Wang.

Director Wang: [Mr. Han, I wish you a happy new year! Thank you for joining "Let's Fall in Love" with you and Mr. Zhang, and look forward to the cooperation next year! Won the [Annual Variety Show Award]! 】

Director Wang has the simplicity of a variety artist, and he doesn't dare to think about anything else. He only thinks about pink and the "Annual Variety Show Award" all day long.

"Ding!~"

"Ding Ding!~"

As if making an appointment, several text messages from Han Jue's phone were sent in succession, fighting each other at the top of the screen.

Han Jue opened them one by one in doubt.

Little Transparent: [Teacher Han! Happy new year! I am very happy to be your director in charge, and hope to have a happy cooperation next year! I wish you good health and good luck! 】

A very ordinary, standard, and normal text message.

Xiao Fan: 【Happy New Year. Are you still playing rap recently? Don’t defect to the enemy’s camp for too long and forget your identity! (Threatening expression) I see you haven't posted a song for a long time! Hurry up and release the studio version of the song that the amusement park sang to you by Ugly Bear! I'm waiting to hear it! ! ! By the way, will you go to "The Rapture" next year? 】

This is a song.

Song Yin: [Happy New Year, come out for a drink the day after tomorrow. 】

The appearance of a pair of wine and meat friends.

Xia Yuan: [Let's have fun. 】

This one is pretty straightforward.

Lin Qin: [Happy New Year, I wish you success in your career in the new year. Also, was the dog adoption going well? 】

Hey, so fresh. This girl who doesn't go to events and likes to stay at home still has time to wish others success in their careers.

Gu Fan: [Brother, Happy New Year. 】

Behind Yang Shuwen, Lan Hai, temperament girl, other guests from "Let's Fall in Love", Xiao Fan's teacher Wang Man, and American Kevin, Louis, Catherine...

They also sent New Year greetings one after another.

Han Jue originally had no expectations for this night, this Spring Festival. But seeing so many blessings suddenly at this time, I was still a little dazed.

Unknowingly, he has been involved with so many people in this world.

Originally, he was terrified of this circle, but he had already interacted with so many people from different fields.

Han Jue grinned and exhaled, then sat cross-legged on the bed, replying to these text messages one by one seriously.

My heart is warm, warmer than the black cat's fur on my hand.

Replying text messages during festivals is a physical job, and by the time the reply is over, it is already past one o'clock in the morning.

But Han wasn't too sleepy, even refreshed. Because chatting with several people at the same time, it really exercises hand speed and thinking.

After turning off the lights, I lie on the bed and think about it, but I can't fall asleep, and my desire to express is particularly abundant.

Then, just like the first night after "Tucao Big Show" ended, Han Jue couldn't help but log on to Weibo software. After thinking for a while, he updated three Weibo at once:

[It was the world that loved me first, and I couldn't help loving it. 】

[I decided to commit suicide in Buddhism. Don't take medicine, don't cut your wrists, don't hang yourself, don't jump off the building. Eat normally, work and rest regularly, and when fate comes, you will die of old age. 】

【Happy New Year. 】

Send out, call it a day, and sleep.

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Note: "Your Eyes" - Tsai Chin.

The arrangement of this article adopts the version sung by Lin Zhixuan on "I Am a Singer", recommended.

In addition, the lyrics in the Cantonese version are also very good. Wei Lan sings it with a sweeter and waxier voice.

I really want to split it into two chapters. But it’s gone after [Continued]…