This star is from the earth

"Ask me to continue writing the theme song and soundtrack?" Han Jue asked the temperamental girl, "So my English songs can still be used?"

"We also heard the songs you sang in America in China. Yinzi said that you played the guitar very well. It's definitely a profit to ask you to sing the theme song of English songs." The temperamental girl said with a smile, "As for using Don’t use the songs you wrote for Jalens before, we can’t say for sure now, because this movie will have to do everything again, and the theme may have to be changed, so your songs may not be used.”

Han Jue made a decision after thinking for a moment: "If there is no accident here, there is no problem."

He was thinking about what Guan Yi said in the car during this moment of thought. But after thinking about it, Han Juesi felt that this debt of favor still had to be repaid, and it still had to be repaid in a timely manner. Besides, it seems to be a new team now, so it's more reliable than before...as long as Jalens doesn't point fingers.

The temperamental girl nodded with a smile and said, "That's good."

The temperamental girl turned her head and shouted to everyone: "My friends! The theme song and the soundtrack artist have been found! It's still Han Jue! Everyone welcome!"

The others also wailed and howled in unison and clapped their hands.

"Stable." Someone said, "I don't feel relieved if Yinzi comes."

Song Yin suddenly turned his head and stared at the person who spoke, but the others also nodded.

"Now that I have a producer, I don't have to worry about being cheated. There is no shortage of lawyers, and I'm in charge of styling... I also have actors, soundtracks, and photographers." The temperamental girl counted Jalens one by one. I owe it to the director and the writer to find them and start the new movie. What are you waiting for?"

"They're right, I'm not suitable for filming," Jalens hesitated, with a sad face, "I'm just a joke."

He no longer has confidence.

"You are not a joke." The temperamental girl said seriously.

"This time we have a joint venture to produce a movie. This is a movie for all of us. If you come to be the producer, you can help us. We don't care whether it's a joke or not." Xia Yuan said.

"Men, stop dawdling. Others say you are a joke, and you really think you are a joke. Do you think any of us looked at you and smiled?" Song Yin had a serious face.

Looking at the sincere friends in front of him, Jalens felt warm in his heart, and his big eyes were filled with tears. Except for the guy standing behind Xia Yuan's sofa, turning his back and shaking his shoulders...

[Sunglasses are his real body, it looks so funny without sunglasses. 】 Han Jue forced himself to hold back his smile. Fortunately, the warm atmosphere of the scene was not spoiled.

"But there is still a shortage of directors and screenwriters..." Jalens was moved intentionally, and he finally let go after a stalemate all night.

The temperamental girl and the others immediately cheered up, and turned to look at Xia Yuan: "Xia Yuan, please send a Moments to ask if there is any director or screenwriter who can come to help if they are free."

Xia Yuan shook his phone and said, "I've asked a few questions a long time ago, and now I'm waiting for their reply."

The others nodded, looking reassured.

Jalens felt warm in his heart, so he scratched his head and said submissively: "Actually, you don't need to look for it, I can be the director and screenwriter..."

However, the others acted as if they didn't hear it at all, and each chatted in his own way.

Jalens was embarrassed.

Xia Yuan said seriously: "Jarence, just be a good producer this time. The producer won the best picture award, and the best screenplay and best director will be left to others, okay?"

Jalens was silent for a while, sighed, and nodded.

"The producer's opinion is still very important..."

"You can mention it, but whether the director and screenwriter listen is their business."

"……All right."

The same poisonous tongue and meanness, compared to Han Jue's lonely half-house, Xia Yuan knows many people. Among these people are giants in a certain industry, popular filmmakers, and also unknown graffiti lovers.

Xia Yuan is notoriously well-connected. If there is someone you don't know, or someone you want to meet, it's definitely right to ask Xia Yuan. If you want to cooperate with someone, the person Xia Yuan introduced is more reliable than headhunting companies and intermediaries.

People with many friends like this generally give others the impression that they are good at dancing with long sleeves. If they have many friendships, they are bound to be many but not good at it. The friendship is superficial.

But Xia Yuan was not.

She is afraid of people who are too decent, too neat, because they are so boring that she feels dangerous. She handles things freely, but labels everyone and everything as love and hate in her heart, and does not compromise on the middle item, either confronting or embracing. So the longer her friends know Xia Yuan, the more they can feel her colorful soul.

She is also willing to introduce more friends to her friends, from different industries and from the same industry, so that friends can form a new network of relationships.

Han Jue thought about it carefully, and it was after he really got to know Xia Yuan that the number of friends on his list rose in a "blowout". From three to eleven?

"Okay, the matter is settled, I have to go back and prepare the song for the semi-final of "Singer"," Song Yin put down the wine bottle, twisted his neck, and looked like he was about to leave.

"The competition is coming up next week, and the song selection hasn't been decided yet?" the temperamental girl was surprised.

"Oh, I'm so worried, I don't know what song to choose. The better folk songs have long been sung badly, and there are a lot of them in four or four beats. They all sound pretty similar. It's hard to help guests sing Look, a large group of little brothers and old brothers are coming to join in the fun, and these several people will sing together, isn't this a choir? I don't know what to do." Song Yin straightened his short legs and stretched out Lazy.

Solved the problem of Jalens, everyone brainstormed to help Song Yin solve the problem:

"Sing pop." Someone suggested.

"Come on, as long as the song is a little difficult, those of us who can sing folk songs are not bad if we don't have good pitch." Song Yin waved his hand, still very self-aware of his own strength.

"Write an original song, and each person sings part of it." Someone else suggested while standing and talking without back pain.

"Hey, that's easy for you to say. Where can I find such a song?" Song Yin smiled.

"Isn't there someone here who can write songs now?" the temperamental girl said with a smile.

Everyone froze for a moment, looked around, and finally stopped on Han Jue.

Han Jue, who had been watching coldly, became the focus somehow.

Song Yin's eyes lit up suddenly, he slapped his thigh, and shouted in a thin voice: "You have not been responsible to others when you hugged me last time!"

"Don't do this." Xia Yuan closed his eyes and hated Song Yin's appearance, "It's over."

"Okay, okay, I'll accept a little." Although Song Yin, who had entered the play, said so, he ran over to Han Jue in a hurry, raised his arms, put his feet on Han Jue and said: "Old Han, recently Do you have any new songs? Just the same as your previous ones."

Folk songs are the easiest songs to homogenize. Recently, a relatively new, good, and well-known folk song is sung by Han Jue.

"I haven't been inspired by folk songs for a long time." Han Jue said, "Those songs in four-four beats, I caught a lot of them,"

"Didn't you sing an Italian folk song in that small shop when we went to New York Street for the first interview?" Xia Yuan said suddenly, "The tune was pretty good. Didn't you say there is a Chinese version?"

"That one~" Han Jue suddenly remembered.

"Hey! Really?! What's the name of that song?" Song Yin looked at Xia Yuan and then at Han Jue.

Han Jue looked at the people in front of him and said, "In Huaxia's name, it's called "Goodbye, my friend."

"Jalens! Do you have a guitar here?!" Song Yin became interested and bumped into Jalens with his arm.

Jalens shook his head.

"Let's go, let's go to your house." Song Yin waved his hand and began to greet everyone, "Listen and listen."

"We've shifted positions, everyone!" Everyone else grabbed the wine bottles in front of them and prepared to go to Han Jue's house.

"Turn around and listen to music to relax, I'm so dry talking this evening!"

"Han Jue, accept his ticket!"

Han Jue smiled. He could feel the gang starting to accept him.

Han Jue and Xia Yuan were closest to the door. The others put on their clothes and turned off the fireplace. Xia Yuan followed Han Jue and walked in front, going to the entrance to wait for the elevator.

"Do you still remember the song from so long?" Han Jue asked Xia Yuan with a smile.

In fact, he himself forgot to sing this song, and he didn't record it in the computer.

"It sounds good. I can't find it on the Internet. If I want to listen to it again, I can only wait. I was hoping that you would make a vinyl record, but I couldn't wait. I wondered if you would forget it, so I could only put your I will force you to record it immediately.”

Hearing the vinyl record, Han Jue thought of his favorite record player.

"You succeeded." Han Jue said heartbrokenly, "By the way, when will your interview be published? It's been a long time."

"It's okay, I think it will be better to postpone it for a while and release it."

"When?" Han Jue asked.

Xia Yuan smiled without saying a word.

"By the way," Xia Yuan said casually, looking at the jumping elevator floor numbers, "Didn't you secretly write the script? Let's take a look at it sometime, maybe we'll shoot it."

Han Jue was startled, and turned to look at Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan smiled and said, "Let's try it. If the script is not bad, I'll shoot your script. Whoever is cheap is not cheap, and it's so interesting for everyone to play a movie together."

Han Jue opened his mouth. However, without waiting for Han Jue to say anything, the others came out talking and laughing.

Han Jue turned his head and waited in front of the elevator entrance, watching the beating of the red elevator numbers silently with a calm face.

"Boom, boom~"

Han Jue could feel his heart beating faster now.

Today's condition is not very good, a little bit of Calvin.