This star is from the earth

Han Jue didn't sign an economic company, and only one studio was used for the office of clerical staff, and there was no dedicated recording studio for Han Jue.

All of Han Jue's works were born in the studio at home. Therefore, the "Extreme Man" program team placed the shooting location this time at Han Jue's home. Han Jue has nothing to refuse here.

It is not the first time that Han Jue has set the filming location of the show at home.

When Han Jue was still living in a high-end apartment, his home briefly appeared in "Let's Fall in Love". Although the style of the furniture is not very good-looking, and the matching style is also very chaotic. After the exposure, it was criticized by a large number of netizens for being tasteless, but [upstart style aesthetics] ugly is ugly, and there is no doubt that it is willing to spend money.

So after the program team heard that Han Jue had moved, no one thought that Han Jue would be so "wronged" in terms of housing.

When the program team found Han Juexin's home to investigate the location the day before the recording, they were very suspicious whether they had found the wrong place.

After repeatedly confirming the address given by Han Jue's agent, he had to believe that this haunted house that seemed out of place and never returned was Han Jue's new home.

The program group likes this [contrast] very much because of the [program effect].

But for Zhang Zishang, this is not a [contrast], it is a real dream step by step into reality.

[How is it possible, that was just a dream, this place is reality. 】Zhang Zishang blinked vigorously, feeling that he was scaring himself.

Looking at the building in front of him, Zhang Zishang still had a little luck in his heart - he felt that everyone was teaming up to deceive him. What tricked him to record was not a [concert special], but a [horror special].

If this is the case, he promises not to blame the program crew, but to thank everyone.

Zhang Zishang stood on the side of the road for a while, not knowing whether it was to cheer up the atmosphere or what, he caught a passerby passing by and asked, "Grandma, can I ask you something?"

The grey-haired mother-in-law was very imposing, facing the camera without fear, calmly said: "What's the matter?"

Zhang Zishang pointed to the opposite side: "Why is there no one living in this building?"

The mother-in-law's complexion suddenly changed, and she carefully looked at Zhang Zishang and the camera behind her for a while, and said mysteriously: "Oh, originally there were many people living here, it was very lively, and they were all good guys... Later, the upstairs Something happened in the house, tsk tsk, they all moved out the next day."

"They all moved away?!"

Zhang Zishang's mind was shaken, and he only thought about murder and haunting. He can only think about it in this way - in the area of ​​[Eleventh Street], it is very strange that this building is empty and uninhabited.

"It's not that they all moved away. After all, there are still people living here," the mother-in-law said seriously. "The people who live here now seem to be mentally ill and psychopathic. I saw them when I was a child, ouch..."

Zhang Zishang was startled, he didn't expect to ask about the background of this kind of story. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but shivered suddenly despite being bathed in the sun.

Although Zhang Zishang didn't believe this kind of urban ghost story, it didn't affect the horror of Han Jue in this kind of rumor.

He thought that Han Jue's heart was hard enough, and he was cruel enough to himself, that he could live in this kind of place as if nothing had happened. If he rejects several songs by Han Jue, a ruthless person, then he is very likely to go in vertically and come out horizontally...

The choreographer not far away picked up the reminder board, reminding Han Jue that it was time to meet, and Zhang Zishang should not delay any longer.

Zhang Zishang wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded.

When Zhang Zishang turned around to thank his mother-in-law, he found that the mother-in-law had gone far away.

Zhang Zishang is an optimistic person, even in the face of Han Jue's coercion, he still does not change his optimistic nature.

[If you think about it better, you shouldn't be beaten to death. If you just get punched a few times and make headlines, that's not bad...] Zhang Zishang led the cameraman into the building while enlightening himself.

Zhang Zishang thought that the agent would go up with him, because the agent had promised to ensure his safety, but when he looked back before entering the building, he could not find the agent.

The manager was hopeless, so Zhang Zishang and the cameraman went upstairs.

There are two photographers for the group of Zhang Zishang and Han Jue. Zhang Zishang believes that a team of three or more people can go to any dangerous scene as long as they don't get separated one by one like in the movie.

Inside the building.

The corridor is clean, the walls are also clean, there are no mysterious characters, and there is no deserted atmosphere around, and the elevator in the distance is operating normally.

The three of them arrived at Han Jue's floor unimpeded in the elevator. Walking in the corridor, the surroundings were very quiet, only the noise from downstairs outside the window came from afar.

"Could it be that Mr. Han didn't like other people visiting, so he rented out a whole building? Haha..."

While joking, Zhang Zishang cautiously came to the door of Han Jue's house.

He stroked his beating heart first, then knocked on the door.

No one came to open the door for a long time.

Knock again, still no one.

"It's here?" Zhang Zishang confirmed with the cameraman.

Both cameramen nodded. Then you can't go wrong.

Zhang Zishang bravely tried the door handle and found that it could be opened.

"Oh? The door is open." Zhang Zishang raised his eyebrows at the camera, held the doorknob, and slowly pushed the door open.

Suddenly, Zhang Zishang, who opened the door carefully close to the crack of the door, backed up abruptly, almost bumping into the camera behind him.

"Just now! Something flashed past me just now!" Zhang Zishang explained to the camera that he was not acting.

Zhang Zishang's voice echoed in the empty corridor, making the atmosphere very suitable for a horror movie.

Zhang Zishang calmed down, looked through the crack of the door, and saw a sofa in sight, and in the shadow under the sofa, there were two round copper-yellow things facing him. There is a slender black line in the middle of the copper-yellow circle, which is coquettish and ominous.

This is a feeling of facing each other.

[...It's the eyes! 】

Zhang Zishang froze all over.

This eye is exactly the same as the eyes left on Han Jue's face in the dream after the flesh on his face fell off.

Just as Zhang Zishang was in a stalemate with those eyes, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

The light shines through the fully-opened floor-to-ceiling windows, and the eyes suddenly open up.

"Come here?" Han Jue appeared in front of Zhang Zishang, "I didn't hear it just now with earphones on. Come in, no need to change shoes."

Zhang Zishang nodded stiffly. Although he was still nervous about seeing the dean, Zhang Zishang was still a little excited when he saw that Han Jue's home clothes were different from the one in his dream.

Han Jue counted the number of people who came, then turned around and prepared to drink.

As soon as Han Jue left, the two copper-yellow eyes under the sofa also moved.

Those eyes seemed to drag out a mass of black from the shadow, and finally dragged into the shape of a cat, chasing Han Jue's direction.

[It turned out to be a black cat! ] Zhang Zishang let out a long sigh of relief.

"Coffee or tea?" Han Jue asked. He used the coffee machine yesterday and it was fine.

Zhang Zishang sat upright on the sofa: "Tea!"

He is not used to western drinks.

"I don't know much about tea, so I don't need a tea set to make it for you," Han Jue said.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Zishang's sitting posture was very obedient, without squinting his eyes, quite stiff.

Han Jue quickly made a cup of hot tea for Zhang Zishang with the tea brought by his friend yesterday.

Feeling the warmth in his hands, Zhang Zishang felt relaxed.

"You guys sit down for a while, I'll make myself a cup of coffee." After Han Jue finished speaking, he turned and went into the kitchen.

"good."

While Han Jue went to the kitchen to fiddle with the coffee machine, Zhang Zishang really relaxed holding hot tea. He looked around and began to look at Han Jue's home.

There was no gloomy atmosphere in the room, it was warm and bright, and there was nothing strange in sight.

It was only at this moment that Zhang Zishang's eyes really caught sight of the large and small decorations in the room.

[It's not like a star's home. 】This is Zhang Zishang's first feeling.

The cameraman is also shooting, after all, the audience is still quite curious about the residence of the star. Because here is not only their privacy, but also the unavoidable true inner nature of stars.

Zhang Zishang, Han Jue's original family, has seen it, after all, he is also a fan of "Workplace Couple" since the first episode. So now Zhang Zishang is more and more surprised. He would believe that Han Jue took a friend's residence to shoot the show now.

Because the difference is too great.

A person's residence can reflect a person's inner being, and Han Jue shows two extremes and extremes.

First of all there are many books here. There are a few books on the coffee table, there are also a few books under the coffee table, there are books on the corner table next to the sofa, and there are also a few books on the floor next to the beanbag sofa. Contrary to Han Jue's previous home, there were almost no books in that home. But here, books seem to be a kind of decoration, which can be seen everywhere and readily available.

Zhang Zishang picked up the thick book under the coffee table, and when he saw the cover read "Corpse Illustrated Book", his face changed and he put it down quickly. Picking up another book, "Existentialism", flipping through it, looking at the obscure words in it, Zhang Zishang felt another kind of terror.

Zhang Zishang continued to look at him.

What is completely different from the previous home is not only the books, but also the entire decoration style. The style here is unified, low-key and simple, accompanied by large and small green potted plants, which makes the whole interior very lively. No more "upstart" feeling.

"Oh? There are paintings." Zhang Zishang saw the paintings hanging on the wall, so he stood up and walked closer to have a look.

The photographer followed Zhang Zishang to the front of the painting.

The first painting is a sketch, with messy intersecting lines forming a human face. What hits the face is a kind of roughness similar to sculpture.

In front of the camera, Zhang Zishang didn't exclaim exaggeratedly, but stared blankly at the painting for a long time.

The second one is a colored oil painting, but the style is the same as the previous one. The faces of the people in the picture are still blurred. Surrounding the person are criss-cross hatched lines, and the combination of these lines and the erasing effect similar to an eraser gives the picture a flowing transparency.

The same is true for the third picture, there is a settled heaviness in the mess.

After reading all the paintings, Han Jue came out with coffee.

"Mr. Han, which artist is this?" Looking at these paintings, Zhang Zishang somewhat forgot how nervous he should have been.

Han Jue also looked at the paintings.

The paintings hanging on the wall are the ones he recalled from his previous life [Giacometti] and entrusted Pei Qing to restore them according to his ideas.

Although Pei Qing's paintings are not exactly the same as Giacometti's, the style is already obvious. After Pei Qing finished his painting, he tirelessly persuaded Han Jue to give up movies and enter the painting world.

"Pei Qing." Han Jue said.

"A Chinese person?"

Han Jue nodded.

Zhang Zishang was surprised. Looking at these Western paintings, he thought they were painted by foreigners.

Han Jue’s house doesn’t have ink, because Pei Qing said that Han Jue’s western style is too serious, and it’s not suitable to hang ink.

Zhang Zishang didn't care about the painting circle, and he didn't react when he heard Pei Qing.

After Han Jue and Zhang Zishang looked at the painting for a while, they took the coffee and took the black cat to the production room: "Come with me, let's listen to the music first."

Zhang Zishang's face became serious.

This moment will come after all.

[Such hot coffee, won't it be spilled later? ...Do you want to take the coffee from his hand first? Or wait for him to drink up before going over? ] Zhang Zishang thought to himself. While walking hesitantly, he opened his mouth and moved his facial muscles.

Han Jue didn't urge the cameraman to take pictures around the studio first.

After Zhang Zishang moved into Han Jue's production room, the first thing he saw was the red walls on all sides of the production room. It was the color that was splashed with blood.

Zhang Zishang felt pain all over his body.

Holding the black cat in his arms, Han Jue sat on an ergonomically designed boss chair, shaking slightly back and forth, accompanied by the environment, and the evil aura of the villain radiated little by little.

"sit."

Han Jue tapped the shabby bench opposite with his chin.

Zhang Zishang sat down obediently, his sitting posture was very awkward, with one foot under the stool, as if he was about to run away at any time.

Han Jue ignored Zhang Zishang's weird sitting posture and turned around to operate the computer.

Sitting next to Han Jue, Zhang Zishang saw that Han Jue opened folders one after another, from [Huaxia Songs] to [Popular], then to [Normal Difficulty], and finally stopped at [Suitable for Zhang Zishang]. on the folder.

Zhang Zishang gasped.

Han Jue didn't say anything about this, and turned to the cameraman and said, "These will be coded in the later stage, right?"

The cameraman nodded.

Han Juecai finally double-clicked to enter the [Suitable for Zhang Zishang] folder.

After entering the [Suitable for Zhang Zishang] folder, there are several audio files in it, and each audio file represents a song. Zhang Zishang glanced over and estimated that there were about a dozen of them. He looked over one by one, and saw "The Tamed Elephant", "Stubbornness", "Old Street", "Missing Is a Disease", "Love Me and Don't Go"...

[There are so many people who even have a name? ] Zhang Zishang is a little confused. If he remembers correctly, they met this time just to listen to the melody, and then the next step is to cooperate to determine the theme and title of the song, then create the lyrics, and then write the arrangement... But right now this is so How many songs?

[It's too perfunctory for me. 】

Zhang Zishang was a little dissatisfied, because he suspected that Han Jue used the defective products eliminated from previous creations to deal with him.

"After listening to a song, just tell me how you feel, just say whatever you want." Han Jue opened the audio player software.

"Oh..." Zhang Zishang nodded his head lightly, then thought of something, nodded his head again, and said, "Okay!"

Han Jue ignored Zhang Zishang's mental activities, turned his chair, and clicked on the first song called "Tame Elephant".

After the song was clicked, a tense and treacherous melody flowed from the stereo in the production room. Drum beats and guitars added to the atmosphere, and it can be seen that the arrangement is extremely complete.

Four people in a room, listening to music quietly.

After the accompaniment, Han Jue's voice sounded lazily:

【

How much hypocrisy do you have to laugh to be able to integrate into this world

Everyone's face is like a fake mask

Can't remember what I'm doing, can't remember what I'm thinking

Can't remember deep down, what the hell happened

...

Fog, fog, in the fog, I'm startled I'm standing still

Who on earth is covering my heart, I don’t want to be confused anymore

Lost, lost, lost, I'm completely stuck in this fog

Who can guide me on a path and lead me on the right path

...]

Zhang Zishang listened to the music on the stereo, and then looked at Han Jue who was calmly stroking the cat. For some reason, he suddenly had the urge to kneel down and listen to the music.

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Note: "The Tamed Elephant" - Tanya Chua

Two in one. I really can't stop writing it. Ask for a monthly ticket!