This star is from the earth

Since Han Jue agreed, he wouldn't intentionally perform badly during the performance, and finally implicate the whole show.

He, Han Jue, has no shame in being the black sheep, no matter in the past life or in this life. Doing your job well is the minimum requirement for a person. Even if he only needs to be an artist for half a year in this life, then Han Jue will do his duty seriously.

Therefore, he could only hope that his unprofessional performance would be picked out by the discerning crowd and scolded severely.

Then I can helplessly spread my hands to my agent and say [Look, I tried my best, but I really don't seem to be suitable for being popular. 】

Now Han Jue very much hopes that his black fans will stand firm at that time, not to be captured by his own charm, and to come out and attack himself without forgetting his original intention, and then the director will come to Han Jue with a face of shame, and Han Jue can also Dayi took the initiative to get out of the car.

What a win-win.

Oh, but this is very sorry for the female guest who is my partner. However, no one would be happy to be a partner with a stinking past artist like himself.

Triple win, triple win, awesome.

When Han Jue was thinking about it, Guan Yi who was on the opposite side talked a lot before realizing that Han Jue's thoughts were not here at all.

Guan Yi clapped his hands and said indifferently, "What are you thinking?"

Han Jue was awakened by Guan Yi's applause, and said in a panic, "Ah? It's nothing... I'm distracted."

"Did you hear what I said?" Guan Yi's expressionless face is good, you can't tell whether he is angry or not.

Han Jue shook his head.

"...I just said that in about three days, the program team will come here to shoot material and do some interviews. You should clean up the house in advance."

"Oh, then should I pay attention to something? Which words should not be said, and which words should be thought out in advance?"

"Just be careful to cover up the tattoo." Guan Yi said coldly.

"Okay..." Han Jue hunched even more.

"I'll be here when the time comes, and I'll be watching."

Guan Yi picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

"You really don't have a girlfriend?" Guan Yi asked Han Jue with a water glass in his hand.

Han Jue found out that his predecessor was in love with the female artist named Weng Nanxi, but the company didn't seem to know.

"No." Han Jue shook his head. He was very worried that if he said yes, the water glass in Guan Yi's hand would be smashed over.

"Are you sure, you haven't talked about a girlfriend in recent years?" Guan Yi looked disbelieving.

"Really. I have had it before, and it has been divided." Han Jue explained.

"Even if you do, keep it from me, or get out of the car if it gets exposed." Guan Yi told Han Jue.

Han Jue is already twenty-eight, almost thirty, and it's not that an outdated old idol is not allowed to have a girlfriend, after all, no one cares.

Guan Yi asked that because he was worried that the exposure of Han Jue's girlfriend would affect the show.

Oh, how can a male artist who was exposed to have a girlfriend have the face to participate in a reality show pretending to be a couple? The fake is even more fake, and the performance will make the audience sick.

"Is there still such an operation?" It's a pity that no matter what life I have, I don't have a girlfriend to expose.

"What did you say?" Guan Yi asked.

"Oh, I mean, what if the two guests really fell in love?" Han Jue waved his hand.

"Get out of the car too," Guan Yi said with a serious face, "And you'd better not have such thoughts."

"Don't worry, I will definitely not," Han Jue nodded to show that he understood, "By the way, do you know who the female guest is?"

"I won't tell you. I have to go." Guan Yi put down the water glass, looked at his watch, stood up, and planned to leave.

Han Jue was helpless, but he could only stand up and see off the guests, and sent them to the door.

Looking at the time, today's [Film Supplementary Course] has taken up a lot of time. When you don't have enough time to watch a movie, just do something else.

Han Jue carried the suitcase of his ex-girlfriend, Weng Nanxi, out of the study.

The filming of the program is only three days away. I have to see what kind of character Han Jue is in love, learn and learn, and maintain the continuity of Han Jue's current personality.

After all, he is still playing a past artist named [Han Jue].

In order to avoid trouble, I can't be too cautious in front of the camera.

Han Jue took out the stack of photos from the box, and although he had seen them before, he started looking at them one by one again.

After watching for a long time, I can see that the predecessor's photography skills are very average, and through Han Jue's careful observation, it can also be seen that the predecessor is smiling happily in the photo, as happy as the second fool, but the one named Weng Nanxi The woman in the house doesn't seem to be very happy.

This is a feeling of Han Jue, but whether this feeling is correct or not is not important now.

Below the photo is a pile of love letters, including postcards and letters with different papers.

Pick up a postcard, the handwriting is ugly, like many uneducated entertainers. Han Jue can't expect too much from an illiterate who hasn't touched a pen or read for many years.

The content of the writing is also very unnutritious. I read several so-called love letters in a row. Although there is no literary talent at all, Han Jue only thinks that his predecessor is like a firefly who is trying his best to shine, trying to ignite a firefly. with matches. It is emotional and makes the onlookers sad.

Han Jue probably guessed now that maybe there is no hope of stardom, his girlfriend wants to break up with him, and he can't be a normal person other than being an artist, plus he has no friends, no relatives, and is ridiculed by the whole world, so .

[So, he made that choice in the end, so, I appear here. 】

Han Jue sat cross-legged on the ground, and in front of him were letter papers unfolded. Looking at these letter papers, Han Jue seemed to see the hot love from his predecessor spilled on the ground.

Han Jue sighed at them, as if sighing to his predecessor.

At the bottom of the box are notebooks. Different sizes, uneven thickness, there are notebooks with stylish and simple design, and notebooks with cartoony and fancy covers.

Han Jue picked up a notebook with a black cover, opened the first page, and wrote a large number with a black marker—【26】.

26 years old?

Turning back, I saw a diary-style record with only the date written on it.

[I hit a reporter today, I couldn't help it. That reporter owes me so much, he actually...]

Oh, the running account diary, it is convenient to know the deeds of the predecessor. I can save a lot of money, and I don’t need to buy the memoir of my predecessor [Vine Reading] with a score of only 5.2.

Han Jue picked up the thinnest one again, opened the cover of the cartoon, and saw an [8] on the first page. Then turn over the others, the numbers increase sequentially, and there is no number less than 8.

I should have started to write a diary at the age of 8, and kept it until the age when he left, one every year.

However, the 8-year-old diary that Han Jue picked up was very old, probably because of the erosion of time, which made it old. Han Jue touched the paper inside, it was not smooth at all. The color on the yellowed paper is uneven, and some parts of the handwriting have faded.

On the first page I turned to, the handwriting was immature, and not only the date was written on the top, but also typesetting, marked with the weather, which was a bit cute.

Han Jue smiled.

[July 16th. Dad said keeping a diary would make life easier for me. I……】

Han Jue's smile gradually disappeared from his face.

[July 17th. I saw my mother, her face was so pale, she was not happy at all...]

【July 18th. Grandma asked me why I didn't die...]

...

[September 10th. Everyone says I am a child without a mother...]

[September 11. Zhang Jun's nose was broken by me, he yesterday...]

...

[September 20th. They were all beaten by me, I have no friends anymore...]

[September 21st. I don't want friends anymore, I miss my mother...]

...

Han Jue looked at it, his fingers pinching the paper turned white, and he didn't know when to use force.

Relaxing his fingers, Han Jue's eyes were red, and he rubbed the uneven paper, only to understand why the paper was old.

【How many times have you shed tears? 】Han Jue felt the touch of the paper on his fingers, and a boy appeared in his mind, sitting at the table and crying while writing a diary. He even thought of a handsome young man holding a diary in his hands and crying while gritting his teeth one night. Then the boy grew up, and his facial features became the mature look of Han Jue now. The paper in the diary became more and more wrinkled, but the tears that flowed remained the same, there were always many.

This night, Han Jue didn't read a book, but sat on the ground and looked at his predecessor's diary, and saw 11:30 in the evening.

Finally, it was time to go to bed, so I tidied up the box and put it back in the study.

I put anti-inflammatories on the tattoo before I showered, and then took a quick shower.

In the end, with red and swollen eyes, the biological clock didn't work for the first time when I opened my eyes, and I didn't know when I fell asleep.

I dreamed of a person in my dream, but I didn't know if it was him.