This star is from the earth

"Om~~"

The phone on the desk was vibrating.

The greatest enemy of creation, besides the exhaustion of inspiration, is all kinds of traps in life that hinder creation.

Han Jue was very wary of these traps, and ignored the sound of the vibration.

He will no longer be like in his previous life, where the slightest movement on the phone will make him palpitate and panic, and he has to prepare for a long time before answering the phone.

Now he is alone in this life, he can be powerful without desires, and it is completely true.

[It rings and let it ring, I help the mountain from the breeze. 】

Han Jue glanced at the phone, smiled contemptuously, and turned around to continue writing and drawing without looking at who was calling.

Han Jue wrote quickly on the paper, feeling that his writing and thinking were springing up at this moment, and his inspiration erupted. So, whether the sense of guilt in my heart can be swept away depends on this time.

The screen of the phone turned on over and over again, and it was really annoying, so Han Jue covered the book on the phone, out of sight and out of mind.

Obviously, at this time, no one can stop Han Jue's uncontrollable desire to create.

Except for one person.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

When the mobile phone finally stopped being called, the door was knocked non-stop for five minutes.

Han Jue dropped the pen, scratched his hair irritably, and had to open the door.

Han Jue finally jumped into the trap of life.

"Who!" Han Jue asked loudly, leaning against the wall and hiding by the bang bang door, holding a baseball bat in his hand.

"Me!" The people outside slammed on the door and shouted, so that Han Jue couldn't hear clearly.

"Stop knocking! Make it clear first!" Han Jue shouted even louder.

The people outside stopped after hearing Han Jue's words.

When Han Jue thought that the other party had listened to his suggestion, the people outside began to slam the door even more frantically.

"Fake! You arrogant Chinese people! What if the Chinese language is not standard! You are discriminatory! You are..."

Speak English.

Angry English miraculously passed through the pounding on the door and reached Han Jue's ears clearly.

It turned out to be the landlord!

At this time, Han Jue is as strong as he wants, and he still can't afford to offend the landlord.

Han Jue hurriedly stood the baseball bat by the wall, blocked it with his legs, and unlocked the door, leaving a crack enough to expose one eye.

Looking outside, he saw his landlord——Jarence.

Jalens still had disheveled hair, and he was wearing a standard three-piece suit, which was loosely worn by him as if he had picked it up. However, the sunglasses on his face are telling everyone: he is a serious tramp.

The muscles on Jarrence's face were completely tense, and his thin lips almost disappeared after he squeezed them tightly. Han Jue couldn't help asking whether he was American or English. However, Jalens' trembling body due to anger, and the expression of strong dissatisfaction dripping from his face were all telling Han Jue that this is not the time to laugh.

After all, Han Jue had undergone professional training, so he resisted the urge to laugh, and only looked at Jalens with puzzled eyes.

When Jalens saw Han Jue opened the door, he suppressed his anger, and only squeezed his brows hard to express his dissatisfaction. He was quite restrained.

The two passed through a crack in the door and looked at each other.

"I thought you were different." Jarrence changed back to Chinese after a while, and said this sentence.

"What? Dude, I don't understand, please explain clearly." Han Jue was at a loss.

When Jalens heard Han Jue's words [please speak clearly], he forgot all the restraint he had just had. Excitedly, he took a big step forward, stretched out one hand and pushed hard on the door, wanting to push the door in, grabbed Han Jue's collar fiercely, and punched Han Jue twice.

But the door panel was stuck by Han Jue's foot and couldn't be pushed in.

Han Jue saw that Jalens lost control as if he had been poked into a scar again, and then he remembered that the English that the landlord suddenly slammed just now seemed to include accents and discrimination.

It was only then that Han Jue realized that his previous two sentences had caused Jalens to have ambiguity.

"Calm down! I mean, I need an explanation!"

Jalens pushed the door, but couldn't get in, as if his momentum was blocked, and he was a little embarrassed.

"What explanation, what explanation, what explanation?" Jarrence could no longer communicate. He strode forward and pushed the door with both hands.

Of course, Han Jue would not let others into his space casually, especially those who refuse to communicate and lose control of their emotions.

You know his baseball bat is still by the door.

"I don't mean to discriminate against you." Han Jue just used a little more force, and the door panel remained motionless.

"You haven't discriminated against me yet?! You are at home, but you don't answer my calls, and you pretend to be away!" Jalens roared.

[Ah... so it was him calling...] Han Jue was caught straight, and his face was a little hot.

"Maybe I'm doing something very private? Don't you Americans pay the most attention to privacy? ... Should it be?" Han Jue blurted out the knowledge points of his previous life.

However, it wasn't until he spoke the words that he suddenly realized that the common sense from his previous life could no longer be used for reference to a large extent.

really……

"Ha, your sarcasm is really great, it doesn't sound discriminatory at all, haha, awesome, wow, awesome!" Jalens gritted his teeth and applauded Han Jue.

Han Jue sighed, and his shoulders collapsed.

Jalens' eyes lit up, and suddenly, he rushed up and slammed his shoulder into the door.

"Boom."

Jarrence's thin body was bounced back by the door.

Jalens' messy long hair was shocked in front of his eyes, and he looked very embarrassed.

"..." Han Jue blinked.

Feeling that the air is about to freeze, I feel that the door cannot be opened.

Then Han Jue had no choice but to turn sideways and pull the door open before the landlord became angry and kicked him out.

"I was composing a song just now, a very rare song, so I was very focused, and the phone was muted, so I couldn't hear it. I also took off the earphones to hear the knock on the door." Han Jue moved the card Keeping his sight out of sight of the baseball bat, Jalens opened his eyes and explained nonsense, "I didn't pretend I wasn't there."

Jalens gave Han Jue a hard look, then brushed his messy hair and walked in.

"Actually, I suggest that if you want to find a reason, it's better to say that you have a female companion in the room and that you are bringing joy to each other." Jalens entered the door, walked across the living room, and went straight to the bedroom .

"Although this reason is very tempting, I am really creating." Han Jue followed unhurriedly.

Hearing Han Jue's calm tone, Jalens looked back at Han Jue and said:

"So I'm going to see what you wrote. You'd better not lie to me, otherwise Xia Yuan won't say anything if I tell you to move away."

Han Jue shrugged.

Jalens and Han Jue came to the study room. There was a computer on the desk, and the electronic piano was beside the desk, perpendicular to the desk at 90 degrees. When Han Jue sat in, he could be half surrounded.

Jalens leaned over to look, and sure enough, half a page of notes was written on the five-line staff on the keyboard.

"That's all?"

"What is [just so little]? Why is it so little, shouldn't you take the corresponding responsibility?" Han Jue was speechless, "So what are you coming to me for?"

"I originally planned to let you write the soundtrack for the movie, but now I have changed my mind, you, come and play." Jarrence looked at Han Jue and pointed to the electronic piano.

"Prove it, the so-called rare song that makes you not hear the knock on the door for five minutes. If you really play a good song, this job is yours. The free rental period will be extended for three months, which means a total of six It’s been a month. You haven’t played it well, and you don’t even have a job for the theme song, that’s all.” After pointing to the keyboard, Jalens took a step back, crossed his hands, and waited to watch the show.

"You are so unreasonable." Han Jue sighed.

"When I was in Beijing, people from various film companies treated me so unreasonably. Now it's just my turn." Jalens confessed.

Han Jue thought that this landlord must have had a very embarrassing experience in Huaxia. So much so that now he is so suspicious that he has thorns all over his body.

[Just take it as an interview. 】

Han Jue didn't show his personality, after all, the money enough for his willfulness has not yet arrived, and the free rent for six months is really exciting!

Han Jue sat on the stool in front of the electronic piano, picked up the sheet music, and looked at it.

The power of the electronic organ was always on, but Han Jue did not use the electronic organ to play, but brought a guitar.

Jalens stood aside expressionlessly, waiting and watching.

Han Jue hugged the guitar and was silent for a while.

At this time, the sky outside the window was gloomy, and the lights in the study were not turned on, but the heating was turned on, but it made people feel cold visually.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and the sound of car tires rolling over the drainpipe cover could be faintly heard in the distance.

Jalens began to shake his toes impatiently.

Han Juecai finally started to bounce.

"Deng~Deng~"

The crisp and continuous sound of the piano rang in the quiet study.

The gloomy and cold study room makes the sound of the piano seem very ethereal.

Jalens held his breath.

The combination of overtones and tapped strings sounded repeatedly, and the vibrating reverberation of the strings put Jalens in a vast snow valley. The snowflakes swirled and fell on his shoulders one by one.

This section of compact and repetitive piano sounds does not make people feel boring.

After that, Han Jue pressed the strings and remained silent for a few seconds. When he played the strings again, the sound of the piano was no longer ethereal as before, but sad and deep.

It's like walking in the snow all over the sky, but you can't find your way back, and you can't find your own place.

Jalens has already closed his eyes and listened. He doesn't have much appreciation for music, he only knows that this kind of music seems to be expressing a mood and telling a story.

As he listened, his eyes were closed, and his fingers moved quietly in the air.

[This kind of music is very good whether it is played in the movie or not. ] Jalens thought so. It would be great if such visual music could be included in a movie.

However, before Jalens could enjoy it more, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Han Jue holding the guitar, writing something quickly on the paper, sometimes erasing and writing again.

At this time, Jalens had no restless anger in his body, so he stood quietly by the side all the time, not disturbing Han Jue who was in a state of creation.

Finally, after Han Jue put down his pen and stretched himself, Jalens asked:

"What's the name of this song?"

Han Jue picked up the teacup on the desk, thought for a while, tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally gave up on choosing a name:

"I haven't thought about it, it doesn't matter, it can be called "Merry Christmas, Mr. Jarrence"."

Jalens laughed when he heard that.

Han Jue didn't ask himself if he passed the test. If he couldn't pass such a song, Han Jue felt that he was the one who should be wronged.

"So I'm telling the truth."

"I believe you." Jarrence nodded.

[Finally able to speak properly. 】Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief and asked:

"Are you about to start filming?"

Holding a teacup, Han Jue motioned for Jalens to sit on another stool, and handed him a can of coffee.

Jalens moved the stool over and sat opposite to Han Jue, looking straight at Han Jue, trying to cast bright eyes, but was blocked by the sunglasses, so Jalens moved the sunglasses down to Looking up at Han Jue, he said:

"right!"

Han Jue twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "So I'm going to start working soon? Tell me, what kind of movie do you want to make?"

Jalens stretched his hands apart, like hugging big balls, and said, "I want to make a movie that belongs to me!"

"Well, well, what type of movie is this?" Han Jue nodded.

"I don't know! Anyway, it's a movie that belongs to me!" Jalens was very proud.

"You don't know?!" Han Jue's eyes widened.

A person who is about to start filming doesn't know what kind of movie this so-called "his own movie" is? !

[Did I join some leather bag film company? 】Han Jue had to think so. It's just too unreliable.

"I just know that I want you arrogant Chinese people to keep their eyes open! American movies can have a place in China! We Americans can make good movies!" Jalens was enthusiastic, He clenched his fist and waved it.

"Ah... very ambitious. But is it inappropriate for you to always say [you Chinese people, you Chinese people] in front of me like this?" Han Juehou leaned back, as if he was very worried about being caught. Jalens' fist was hit.

"But you are from Huaxia!"

"But I'm not arrogant."

"You are only a small part. Believe me, although China is the most free and equal country in the world, the discrimination behind it is no less than the stars in the sky!"

[What kind of a bad analogy is this...] Han Jue nodded, indicating that he was listening carefully, trying to distinguish himself from those arrogant Chinese natives and draw a clear line.

"I just want to make a movie, but everyone thinks I'm a fool!" Jarrence waved his fist, and the fist lingered on his chest, not knowing where to swing it.

In the end, the fist didn't seem to find the direction to hit hard, so he let go, put it down, and propped it on his knee.

Jarrence's back is still straight, and he used this movement like a bandit leader to examine whether Han Jue can participate in his movie.

The current Jalens, he sighed a long time, like an ambitious bandit leader who finally finds that he has more and more hopeless ways to survive.

"I just...wanted to make a movie."

Jalens said with his head down.

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Note: Pure music "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence" - Ryuichi Sakamoto

The guitar version of this article adopts the version of [Oshio Kotaro].

I left school today and was busy all day. I arrived home at 10 pm, and it was a bit late to start typing. Among them, I was about to send a graduation message with my old classmates. I hope this is the last time I stay up late to code, and I will try my best to update it in the evening...