This star is from the earth

When other children thought that people would naturally have money when they grow up, Han Jue knew that such things as money had to be earned with their lives.

Whether in the orphanage or out of the orphanage, Han Jue has always lived frugally to survive alone. The poor life and shabby residence made him feel inferior. He rarely went to his friends' house because he was afraid that one day it would be their turn. to his house. Over time, people become out of gregarious.

Even if the conditions improved later and he lived in a house with clean corridors, he never invited friends to his house for a long time. This is the [heart-poor] disease that fell down when I was a child. It was also later that I was on guard in my heart, and regarded this place as the deepest and most private place, and easily prevented people from coming. It wasn't until his girlfriend adjusted his mentality later.

Judging from the experience of Han Jue's two lifetimes, it was the first time that his home accommodated so many people.

The house has a dull smell because it has been vacant for more than a week. Han Jue opened the window, trying to ventilate, but was quickly stopped by everyone.

The heating didn't work for a while. From a warm place to a cold place, everyone shrunk their arms, lost their energy and energy, and were all sluggish. They didn't even want to sit on the floor, they all crowded on the sofa.

Alcohol is out of the question. Xia Yuan greeted Han Jue and went to the kitchen to prepare hot drinks and tea.

Guests can do whatever they want, but no one complains that there are not enough chairs, insufficient heating, or even food. Others chat in the living room.

For a while, Sichuan Province's "what" and "want to get", Shanghai's "ah la", and Beijing's "Mala Bazi" mingled in this living room.

In the kitchen, listening to the commotion outside, Xia Yuan asked Han Jue, "You don't think they are too familiar, do you?"

"To be honest, it's a little bit," Han Jue tilted his head and gritted his teeth, "I'm not used to it."

"Don't blame them. Because we occasionally talked about you when we chatted before, but this time or twice, they said they really want to know you. It just so happens that today is a chance." Xia Yuan sprinkled pinches of tea leaves into the cup.

"Talking about me? Why are you talking about me?" Han Jue was surprised.

"It's interesting to talk about what you did in America."

Han Jue has never cared about these things, so he doesn't know how unique he is among Chinese artists. It is not strange to drop the map to go to the United States. The strange thing is that the work in the United States is very impressive, and the wind is flourishing, and there is no acclimatization.

It can be said to be the most "American" existence among Chinese artists.

Among the tunes of some conspiracy theories, there are also remarks of "Han Jue has long been playing a big game of chess".

"Then, several of them are fans of Zhang Yiman." Xia Yuan added.

Han Jue thinks this is the real reason why he is often talked about.

Xia Yuan smiled, turned to look at Han Jue, and asked, "How is my suggestion just now? I'm serious."

Han Jue didn't answer right away.

In the kitchen, only the electric kettle was boiling and making a gurgling sound.

Han Jue didn't speak, and Xia Yuan wasn't in a hurry to speak, the two of them stared at something and became dazed.

But under Han Jue's calm face, his thoughts were more turbulent.

He knew what Xia Yuan was asking.

movie script.

He had been writing scripts for ten years in his previous life. It took Han Jue ten years from writing jokes, to commercial scripts, to online dramas, to being a shooter for TV drama screenwriters, and then to hitting the street with movie scripts.

Among them, being in arrears of the final payment, they were always prevaricated when they came to ask for money; their creativity was stolen, and they could not afford a lawsuit;

These, Han Jue survived. Without the love in his heart to support him, Han Jue would have changed careers long ago.

In this world, even though Han Jue now makes a living from music, he has never given up his enthusiasm for writing stories while making music. Although it took more than half a year, Han Jue never really wrote a complete script. But he's always ready to tell a good story.

He even made a plan, first make the music well, set up the studio, and when he has spare money, he will invest in a script written by himself, build a professional team by himself, and have a good script as a basis, so the movie will not be bad Where to go.

But now there is an opportunity in front of him to bring his script to the big screen.

This looks like a great opportunity.

It's just that Han Jue has concerns in his heart. His social survival experience in his previous life told him: things that are taken for granted are often dangerous in the end.

He didn't know if this crew would end up like the previous crew of Jalens, leaving as soon as they said it...

For things like movies, non-professionals can't produce high-quality goods at all. He also chooses the director and actors for the script. Just like the songs he took out, if the singers can't sing well, Han Jue would rather those songs rot in the book than appear as defective products.

And his first shot couldn't fail. Nor did he expect to fail. So now this seems like a shortcut, but it is risky.

"Let me take a look again." Han Jue broke the silence.

Xia Yuan nodded and said nothing.

The two brought hot tea to the living room, and Han Jue also contributed the snacks he had saved. In fact, there is a breakfast shop not far downstairs, but none of these slackers are willing to go downstairs to buy it.

Back in the living room, Han Jue still habitually stood on the edge of the crowd, watching everyone as a bystander.

But this time everyone didn't let him go.

At this time, everyone's topic was talking about Zhang Yiman. One person was speaking with great interest, dancing, and his body language was particularly rich.

Han Jue glanced at Xia Yuan, who nodded at him. Han Jue knew that this was Zhang Yiman's fan.

Han Jue looked at this fan of Zhang Yiman, and inexplicably had a good impression. This mentality is a bit unbelievable, but it is really felt.

It's just that this friend's fanaticism is a bit beyond imagination.

"Let me tell you, no one can stop Teacher Zhang's charm! No one!" The man looked firm and waved his hands vigorously.

"What you see is what they want you to see. Don't trust TV too much," another disagreed.

"It just so happens that Han Jue is here, you can ask Han Jue," the person before asked Han Jue anxiously, "Mr.

"Ask, where is the real idiot now?" The person who objected looked disdainful.

"Stupid and sweet? Friends, your description is inappropriate," Han Jue frowned suddenly, "This word is too prejudiced. Haven't you read the good book "Huaxia Dictionary"? Is it not good to describe her in the world?"

"Oh~" When the other people heard Han Jue's thorny words, they leaned back one by one, laughing and booing. Even the spirits are much lifted.

The person who was bullied by Han Jue was not even annoyed. He chuckled lightly and said, "Don't worry, there are three main reasons for me to say that. First, I had dinner with Chen Tianwang, and we talked about some innocent girls in the entertainment industry It's not true, he said that whoever believes in these media is a fool; second, there are no pure entertainers in the entertainment industry; third, her father is the director of Aidu, and she has been influenced by it. Most artists know better."

Han Jue sighed, looked at the other party with calm eyes, and retorted one by one: "Your first reason is to show off, the second reason is purely stereotyped, and the third reason is to guess the motive. It's okay not to like her, but Not a scarecrow, really."

The other party's smile gradually subsided as Han Jue retorted one by one, and he couldn't help being angry, and he opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

"Hahahaha~"

But the first reaction of the people at the scene was to laugh, not to help their old friend Han Jue.

This surprised Han Jue, he thought the atmosphere would drop to freezing point, and then everyone broke up, but... everyone saw that he pissed off that person, and they all felt normal, and even a little happy to hear it?

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's the same as in the TV show. This is exactly the male version of Xia Yuan." Song Yin said happily.

This sentence attracted the unanimous approval of others. Xia Yuan also pretended to look at the friend who was bullied with pity, shaking his head sadly.

"Hahahaha. That's right, even the expressions are very similar!"

"Old Jia, has Han Jue ever pissed you off like this before?" someone asked Jalens.

Jarrence thought about it carefully for a moment, then shook his head and said, "No."

"Why? Because you didn't speak ill of Zhang Yiman?"

Jalens thought, "Maybe it's because I'm rich?"

"Okay, since the Lord is here, let's listen to the music first!" Song Yin clapped his hands vigorously, then rubbed his palms, showing that he couldn't wait.

Han Jue didn't pay any attention to the man who was holding his chin in thought after being harassed. That buddy was trying to come up with a good angle to refute Han Jue, but Han Jue didn't care. He shrugged and walked to the study.

After everyone waited for a while, Han Jue came out with a sheet of music and a guitar in his arms.

"It would be better to add an organ to this song, but it's not available now, you can make it up... Forget it, I'll compose a section later." Han Jue handed the score to Song Yin, and was about to enter the study.

"Okay, okay." Song Yin nodded.

"How many friends do you have who want to sing together?"

"Little buddy... Hey, there will be six little buddies then." Song Yin was amused by this adjective. After finishing speaking, I am still tasting this retro vocabulary.

"OK."

Han Jue turned around and went back to the study. The song is not difficult, but the lyrics are more difficult. Han felt that when he went back to his study to fill in the lyrics, he had to change some earth words such as [Chang Kaishen] and [**].

This wait is twenty minutes.

When Han Jue came out, he saw that some people were already drowsy. Song Yin was holding the guitar, half asleep and half awake, plucking lazily on the strings.

The living room was already very warm, and they stayed up all night, and at this time, there was hot tea instead of beer in their stomachs. Once they relaxed, they felt sleepy.

Han Jue took out the guitar from Song Yin's hand and asked, "Why don't you stop playing today?"

"Well...it's okay, here you are, you can play first..." Song Yin let the guitar be taken away, changed his posture and curled up on the sofa, and replied with his eyes closed.

Han Jue looked around, everyone lost their energy. Some people who barely closed their eyes may also hold on for politeness, and plan to wait for Han Jue to finish playing before saying goodbye.

Except Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue in high spirits.

"Play it, I'm still listening." Xia Yuan took a sip of water, and signaled to Han Jue with his eyes [start your performance].

Having a listener is also a listener.

Han Jue smiled, hung the guitar on his body, found a chair and sat down.

Han Jue looked at the people so close in front of him, and thought to himself, fortunately, he already has stage experience now, if it was left before, this kind of private party-style performance would make his face red.

Han Jue took out his phone and pressed the play button.

The next moment, the wireless speaker connected to the living room sounded the sound of an elastic and undulating organ.

The voice is not deep, even a little positive, but it feels inexplicably bleak, like leaves swirling to the ground in autumn. It's like a farewell song on Don Quixote's challenge to the windmill road.

An unspeakable sadness immediately filled the living room.

Sleepy people, from the moment this melody enters the ears, the drowsiness is gone. Some people opened their eyes, corrected their posture, and waited for Han Jue's performance with great interest, while others wanted to close their eyes and enjoy the song comfortably.

Han Jue didn't care about them, he was already immersed in his brewing emotions.

When singers are brewing emotions, they don't necessarily think about what happened to themselves. Sometimes I think about my own affairs, and sometimes I imagine some stories.

What Han Jue was thinking at this moment was exactly what happened in Jalens' house.

He really knows that on the road of adhering to his ideals, it will not be smooth sailing. In the previous life, a person has been on the road to the ideal for a long time, and almost failed several times. Even if he has a girlfriend, he still stops occasionally, feeling doubtful and tired. But if you have a group of friends who support you, you can bravely fight in reality like a warrior who has never returned. As for Jalens, he was very lucky to have a group of friends who understood him and could make friends with him.

[I'm really envious. 】Han Jue sighed in disappointment.

The organ in the stereo ends, and the guitar in Han Jue's hand and the deep and story-filled singing voice are connected at the same time:

【Ah friend, we think getting old is a long process, sometimes it happens overnight~】

【I saw my pale self in the mirror in the early morning, like a disappearing meteor~】

Just finished it today. I will write at home all day tomorrow and make up the chapters for these two days.