This star is from the earth

The sky darkens faster in winter.

Before the party started, the invited guests rushed to Chilong Stadium one after another.

On this night when speech is blocked by the mist from the mouth, the stars need to walk the red carpet in thin clothes, stop for a moment in front of the signature board, and tremblingly meet the requirements of the media for taking photos and interviews before going to the backstage.

"Sister Nan, why do I feel that likable women always end up marrying idiots?"

"Because smart men generally don't marry pleasing women."

"Sister Nan, sister Nan, will you marry a man with a brain or an idiot?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Yue, women in this world can't only marry men. After dating a woman, they often don't like men anymore. Do you want to try?"

"Hahaha~ I'm a straight girl of steel, and I still have a boyfriend! Please, Sister Nan, don't show off your charms and bend me~ Ah, yes, Sister Nan, let me tell you, my boyfriend has too many announcements now, I don't see him a few times a month, and I'm a little worried that he will change his mind. What should I do?"

"It's a matter of trust."

"I also want to trust each other with him, but I just don't know how..."

"The realistic basis for trust is to make betrayal unbearable."

"ah?……"

"Of course, there is another solution - [information symmetry] and [emotional resonance], this is more suitable for you. You first..."

Weng Nanxi came out of the venue relatively early, and several regular guests of "Signal of Love" followed her on the red carpet, including Cai Yuan.

At this time, Weng Nanxi walked slowly behind with the little girl, chatting in a low voice about the things in love, to enlighten her. Ever since Weng Nanxi uttered all the obvious and secret thoughts in "Love Signal", she has captured the admiration of many girls. When she encounters emotional difficulties, she always asks Weng Nanxi for help.

"So that's how it is! Wow~ Thank you, Sister Nan! Fortunately, you helped!~~" The girl got the answer again, and she was grateful to Weng Nanxi.

Weng Nanxi smiled and waved his hands.

"I'm so envious of you, Sister Nan, if I have Sister Nan's five-success power, I don't expect to train him to be like Han Jue. He only said that as long as one song enters the top ten of the [Feng Yun Bang], it will be fine." Satisfied... ah."

The girl was outspoken, and after she had said a lot of words, she turned pale and realized that she had slipped her words. She quickly took Weng Nanxi's arm and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Sister Nan..."

Weng Nanxi was silent for a while, then smiled and pinched the girl's tender cheeks, "Then you can't fall in love with the idea of ​​training, you should think about promoting together. When urging him, you have to improve yourself Cultivate yourself, independent thought, independent economy, independent interests... Be a tree, not a vine."

"Roar!" Seeing that Weng Nanxi didn't get angry, the girl felt relieved, and turned her head to see Weng Nanxi's eyes flickering as if soaked in time, so she wanted to hear more about the details of her getting along with Han Jue .

But Weng Nanxi quickly came to his senses, and grabbed the girl's shoulders, "Let's go, take a picture."

After signing the autograph and arriving at the photo area, the girl stood still in front of the camera. Even though she was indoors, she was still cold, trembling from her thighs to her hair, and her smile was extremely stiff. She was still wearing long sleeves with a baby warmer inside, but after seeing Weng Nanxi's performance beside her, the girl just wanted to kneel down. Weng Nanxi wore a black dress with strapless shoulders. She smiled decently in front of the camera, and she was full of demeanor, as if she lived in a super cold area since she was a child. She walked and talked without trembling.

The girl admired it in her heart, because when we were in the car just now, Weng Nanxi was too cold even wearing a down jacket. Just as soon as she stood on the red carpet, she seemed to be unable to feel the heat or cold.

The girl remembered that she had just asked Weng Nanxi in the car if she was afraid of young actresses rising to the top.

Weng Nanxi replied with a smile: "I am not afraid of any threats, because I am confident that I am the one who works the hardest."

The girl muttered these words now, relaxed her muscles, suppressed the instinctive reaction of trembling, and made her smile more like that of the idol Nan beside her.

The girl suddenly lost her mind, and suddenly remembered the unanswered question before:

For a woman like Sister Nan, will she end up marrying a fool or a smart person?

...

...

When Han Jue came here last year, he was so cold that he hated this part very much and felt that the party was very inhumane.

Han Jue's memory improved this year, and he posted several warm babies under his clothes. He walked very calmly, and he no longer had to hug himself because of the cold and become an emoji. And what's different from last year is that this time he has a large heater next to him, making it less cold.

Zhang Yiman is also wearing thin clothes this year, but it is not too cold to snuggle up next to Han Jue. While walking the red carpet, she asked Han Jue in a low voice: "Uncle, do you think Dad will come this year? He said in the morning that he might not come."

"Don't worry, he is so cunning, he will definitely come."

"Uncle, during the countdown last year, I actually wanted to hug you! But Dad suddenly appeared behind me, and I was shocked!"

"I wonder why you were so stupid when you shouted well before."

"Then this year... shall we sneak away?"

"Isn't this suicide?"

"Then let's go to the toilet! When he asked, he said he was going to the toilet!"

"Toilet... why don't you think that if other people see us going in and out of the toilet, we will die faster..."

"what should I do then."

The two of them walked to the photo zone, murmuring, and took random photos for the reporter.

Then came the messy [Han Jue! Han Jue! ], 【Teacher Zhang! Teacher Zhang! 】.

It's noisy and treated differently. Mr. Zhang is a teacher, so the teacher of his illegal small classroom is not a teacher?

Han Jue is planning to turn around and leave like last year, but at this time he is not the same as last year after all.

The reporters shouted Han Jue's name in unison, very terribly.

Han Jue was unmoved.

The reporters shouted Zhang Yiman's name together, Zhang Yiman is dedicated to her work, this trick is very useful for her.

Zhang Yiman waved his hand and wanted Han Jue to leave first, but Han Jue didn't feel like going alone, so he stayed next to Zhang Yiman, acting as a publicist, quieting the messy questions, one by one.

After the reporters selected the question order of 1, 2, 3, and 4, they began to interview Zhang Yiman:

"After getting off from "Let's Fall in Love", have you been invited to other imaginary love programs?"

"Yes." Zhang Yiman listed some programs.

After Zhang Yiman got off from "Let's Fall in Love", invitations from various love shows surrounded him. These programs are not about Zhang Yiman getting off the car and immediately getting a new car. They just want to book Zhang Yiman's itinerary early. Even if the filming starts a year later, it is not an exaggeration to sign the contract now. After all, Zhang Yiman is already a It is a strategic weapon in the variety show industry, and after a year, the salary may be expensive.

But Zhang Yiman refused all of them.

"Why did you refuse?"

"Because my uncle told me, 'People who have never been broken in love don't understand love, and people who have never been frustrated don't understand life'. When I participated in the love show, it was to learn how to fall in love and understand what love is. Now I have been in love , I also lost love, and I barely understand love, so there is no need to participate in other love programs."

The reporters nodded. A few clever people moved the microphone to Han Jue.

"Make a movie." Han Jue pushed back the half-sequenced microphone.

"..." The reporter obediently put the microphone back in front of Zhang Yiman.

After getting off the car, there were many invitations from Han Jue, but he also rejected them all. Now being asked by a reporter, he used the reason for rejecting "Singer" - making a movie, to reject several other "small variety shows", which is reasonable and not unusual.

"When is the new album expected to be completed? It is said that its original producer was Han Jue. Is this true?"

"Will you participate in this year's "Singer" [Singer Summit]?"

"..."

Zhang Yiman answered all kinds of questions one by one.

Asking and asking, questions kept coming out.

In the end, the question is "Did you bring Chapter 2 today? Will it appear on the stage?", "Where to travel during the Chinese New Year" and other questions.

Thanks to Zhang Yiman's kind heart, he also cooperated with the answer.

Han Jue was not an idiot. Seeing the gazes of the reporters looking at him from time to time, the gazes were full of eagerness, and he understood that they were dragging their time, and they were actually trying to interview him.

"Okay, hurry up if you want to ask me anything, time is running out." Han Jue interrupted the useless interviews of the reporters.

The reporter was ecstatic and gearing up.

Finally I can interview Han Jue.

Han Jue lost contact for 20 days, but he suffocated the reporters who followed from Shanghai to Hangzhou.

There are music reporters, film reporters, entertainment gossip reporters, and the scene is in chaos again.

Han Jue listened for a while, and impatiently made a gesture to leave, and everyone said [Hey! Eh! Eh! 】Spontaneously decide the order and keep Han Jue.

A reporter seized the opportunity to ask Han Jue a question, and he excitedly asked: ""When the Stars Are Bright" became the second song on the list and will soon become the champion. You have been dubbed the "Godfather of English Songs" by North America. What do you have? Want to say something?"

Han Jue replied: "This title is too heavy, I can't bear it."

"But the fans here in Huaxia ask why you write English songs? They don't understand."

"It's fine if you don't understand, it means it's not for him, don't force it. Okay, next one." Han Jue wrote lightly.

Everyone lamented that Han Jue was still the same Han Jue, and amidst the excitement, another reporter started asking questions.

"Your debut novel was a huge success. An online viewer has watched "Time and Space Traveler" ten times in a row. How do you feel about that?"

"Of course I am very grateful that he likes my movie, but I hope that everyone will not follow the fan circle. The movie is not so profound, and it is almost enough to watch it once or twice."

"..."

"Next."

A radio reporter asked: "Why did you refuse the invitation of "Singer"?"

"Didn't I say that I don't have time to make movies." Han Jue replied with a frown.

Han Jue's aura is strong, unlike in the past when he relied on violence to deter others, his aura now comes from his firm belief that what he is doing is right.

The reporter was a little terrified by Han Jue's gaze, and unconsciously lowered his voice a little: "Then if the movie fails at the box office, do you think it's worth it?..."

"Whether a movie is worth making is judged by the final box office? Do you think so?" Han Jue asked the reporters in front of him seriously, and the reporters immediately stopped talking, like students who are afraid of being called out by the teacher to answer questions. Han Jue looked around at the reporters, and the last reporter who asked the question had no confidence: "Many people think so."

"So what?" Han Jue smiled indifferently: "In this world, people always try to make you look at problems in the same way as most people, but as a creator, if you look at problems in the same way as others Similarly, don’t make any artistic creations at all, because the things made like that are worthless.”

The scene was silent for a while, and a young reporter from another online platform quickly answered:

"It is reported that Weng Nanxi entered the lounge between you and Zhang Yiman at the backstage of the party and had a ten-minute private conversation. Weng Nanxi said just now that you..."

As soon as the question came out, the camera flash clicked, capturing Han Jue's most direct expression at this time.

Han Jue frowned! Is it dissatisfaction with the news leak, or is it troublesome about the problem?

Han Jue's eyes became sharper! Do you want to find out the person who leaked the secret and beat him up afterwards, or do you want to beat him now?

Han Jue spoke!

"Stop, stop, stop." Han Jue stretched out a hand and pressed down: "What kind of bad questions are you asking?"

"..."

"Where did you graduate? After preparing for a long time, you just want to ask this kind of question that anyone who follows you can ask?" Han Jue asked.

"..." No one answered.

A reporter in the distance expressed support for him: "Can you give me an example, what kind of problem is a good problem for you?"

"I'm not your teacher, don't expect me to teach you for free," Han Jue said, "But I can tell you what is bad, those are just now."

"..."

"How is your depression doing now?"

"It's ready."

"Then can you specifically talk about what kind of state Weng Nanxi was in when he was sick?"

"No, it's my private matter to be more specific."

"...we have the right to ask any question."

"Of course you have the right to ask, but I don't recommend you to do so, it will expose your IQ. Because you just have the right to ask any question, but you don't have the right to get any answer, right?"

After Han Jue finished speaking, he looked at his empty wrist and said, "It's almost time. This interview is very enjoyable. See you next time."

Zhang Yiman also said, "See you next time."

None of the reporters wanted to keep them. Looking at the answers I got just now, they can basically only be posted on the Internet as jokes about other media colleagues, and cannot be published...

They vaguely heard Zhang Yiman patting Han Jue's arm in the distance, asking him to be more gentle in the future.

Han Jue huh huh, turning his head to draw circles, he didn't know whether to nod or shake his head.

Then the two of them got together and muttered something together, laughed coquettishly, separated and leaned together again happily, separated and leaned together again...

Under the watchful eyes of the reporters, he just walked away.