This star is from the earth

It was noon when Han Jue arrived at the [Alley] bar.

It was raining today, although there was no harsh sun, but it was sweltering. When Han Jue entered the bar, his forehead was already covered with fine sweat.

Han Jue wiped his sweat, put the guitar in his arms on the table closest to the door, and put the umbrella in the umbrella stand.

There were no customers in the bar, not even a bartender or waiter.

Zhang Yiman was sitting at the bar, talking to a middle-aged man. There is no one else around.

Zhang Yiman's red hair is tied into a ponytail. Although the clothes are not as dazzling as when they were on camera, even ordinary casual clothes can be worn by Zhang Yiman with a big-name feeling.

"Uncle Li, this is my great disciple of Kaishan, why don't you help me." Zhang Yiman kept shaking his shoulders, his hands seemed to be boneless, and he shook them out of order. Only through the tone of voice, it can be judged that Zhang Yiman seems to be acting like a baby.

Han Jue watched from behind, and was taken aback by the unique coquettishness in front of him, and stopped in his footsteps.

He wasn't sure if all the girls in this world acted like a baby.

"Uncle Li really hasn't invited a rapper in this bar." Behind the counter, the middle-aged man poured himself a glass of water and said with a wry smile.

"This is even better! The rapper invited for the first time is at this level. Uncle Li, you have made a lot of money! You have heard the song "Slave" recently! It was sung by my apprentice!" Zhang Yiman said He picked up the milk in front of him, stood up and leaned out to clink glasses, as if everything was settled after clinking glasses.

The middle-aged man surnamed Li was shocked, and hid away with a water glass, refusing to clink glasses with Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman was very sad when he saw that his all-round way of negotiating was useless, and he pouted and was about to cry.

Middle-aged people are very troubled. From childhood to adulthood, every time I was clinked by Zhang Yiman, Zhang Yiman would treat it as an agreement, and the rest is up to you. And once there is no clinking glasses, she will cry until you take the initiative to clink glasses with her.

Seeing this scene, Han Jue rushed up quickly.

Of course, he didn't rush up to help Zhang Yiman vent his anger. He didn't think he could afford to lose this person, so he went to stop Zhang Yiman.

He saw that Zhang Yiman was trying to help him get a commercial performance opportunity, and he planned to go to thank the boss after the matter was settled, but suddenly saw that Zhang Yiman was going to cry like a rascal, and he was very upset. Feeling burdened, she hurried over to stop Zhang Yiman from crying.

It's a joke, even if he got the chance in the end, Han Jue couldn't be bothered to take it.

"Teacher Zhang!" Han Jue was so angry that he yelled and walked over quickly.

"Ah, uncle, are you here?" After Zhang Yiman saw Han Jue, she put away the grievances that had been brewing and greeted Han Jue happily with a smile on her face.

"Have you eaten yet? If not, let's go eat first." Han Jue also heard the general idea, and already knew that this bar does not invite rappers.

This bar is all made of wood, and has a retro atmosphere, which doesn't go well with rap. Han Jue has a good personality and never pushes others.

Of course, in fact, the main reason is that I don’t want to see if Zhang Yiman will have a more advanced version of a child-style playboy.

"No! You wait! The teacher said that if I give you a chance, I will give you a chance!" Zhang Yiman boldly drank the milk in the cup and said boldly. I didn't know that the circle around my upper lip was white, and I had no momentum at all.

Han Jue collapsed, thinking about how to persuade him. To put it bluntly, Zhang Yiman was completely embarrassing for Han Jue. Han Jue was a little helpless, but also a little grateful.

The middle-aged man was also very helpless, but he suddenly saw the guitar case on Han Jue's back.

"Oh, don't you sing rap?" The middle-aged man asked in surprise. If the guitar box contained a guitar instead of parts from a sniper rifle, then wouldn't Han Jue come to rap today?

Zhang Yiman also turned to look, and saw the guitar behind Han Jue.

"Oh, you really don't sing rap?" Zhang Yiman was surprised, and then his face was complicated.

When she heard last night that Han Jue had sworn that he had made progress and that he already had a work, Zhang Yiman was in a very complicated mood.

She has always disliked lying, but she can't dampen the enthusiasm and self-confidence of her [Kaishan disciple] and [temporary pseudo-boyfriend]. After the broadcast of "Let's Fall in Love", she received many "love cheats" from netizens.

One of them is [Don't hit your boyfriend's self-confidence, give more encouragement].

She has always disliked adults saying things against each other, but now, she encountered the biggest difficulty in her life in front of Han Jue.

Finally Zhang Yiman came up with a solution.

Just when Han Jue went to get the guitar, Zhang Yiman hung up the phone!

Then I sent a text message saying, [Suddenly want to go out to eat ice cream! Let's talk about it tomorrow! ] Then I really ran out without my phone.

After Han Jue came back with a guitar full of confidence, what he saw was such a text message that made him sad.

Was his performance shunned by a silly girl with an IQ comparable to a husky?

Han Jue tried desperately to call back, but no one answered.

When he received a text message from Zhang Yiman the next day, saying that there was a chance to make money, Han Jue decisively took the guitar, like a soldier with a gun, and went to the goal aggressively with the belief of breaking the boat landed.

He didn't believe that his talent for hacking could not allow him to complete this B satisfactorily, and could not frighten the local aborigines.

So, when the middle-aged man asked Han Jue, "Don't you sing rap?", Han Jue clapped the guitar case in his hand and said:

"Rap is just my hobby, actually I..."

"Oh, uncle, why are you acting like a child!" Zhang Yiman said angrily that Han Jue looked like a child.

The middle-aged uncle's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Ah, Han Jue, right? I've known you for a long time, how about it, how's your guitar skill? Show me your skills?"

Uncle Li thought of a wonderful solution. He was embarrassed to directly reject the daughter of a good friend who grew up with him, but Zhang Yiman was very nervous when he heard that Han Jue wanted to play and sing. If Han Jue didn’t sing If you rap and sing songs, then you can use the excuse of not being good enough to reject Han Jue.

You must know that his shop is not a miscellaneous bar. Seven days a week, they always invite well-known singers or bands who are still pursuing music to perform. Even the warm-up guests are not well-known in the music circle. Music practitioners who are serious about making music.

As for the scandal-ridden idols recently, to be honest, if it wasn't for Zhang Yiman's face, the boss would have rejected it without even thinking about it.

"No, no, uncle, don't worry about Uncle Li's words, just sing rap." Zhang Yiman intuitively felt that Uncle Li's suggestion was inappropriate, and insisted that Han Jue should only sing rap songs.

However, Han Jue made a gesture of "Be safe and don't be impatient" to Zhang Yiman, then put the guitar case on the side table, took out the guitar and walked to the small stage beside the counter.

When Han Jue went to open the guitar case, the boss turned around to help Han Jue adjust the stereo.

The boss turned on this expensive stereo for no reason, just to make Han Jue's flaws nowhere to hide!

Han Jue sat on the stool in the middle.

He sat there with one foot on the shelf under the stool, which was pleasing to the eye, Fan Er was already up, it just depends on the level.

[This may attract many girls to come and spend. ] The boss thought to himself.

Han Jue sat there, holding the guitar and meditating. It is obvious that Han Jue has become melancholy since he stood on the stage. The drooping eyelids and relaxed shoulders showed that Han Jue was not paying attention to everything around him at the moment, and was not interested in everything.

After looking at a stain on his shoe for a moment, he stuck out a finger and poked the microphone on the stand.

There was a popping sound from the surrounding speakers.

Zhang Yiman left the bar and sat at the table closest to Han Jue.

"Come on, uncle!" Zhang Yiman punched hard, and the ponytail jumped lightly.

Since Han Jue has his own choice, he can only encourage him afterwards, whether he is a teacher or a girlfriend, he should be like this!

Han Jue smiled. He plucked the guitar twice.

Han Jue strummed the guitar casually, lowered his head, and was brewing.

Then it seemed that it was almost done, Han Jue pressed down on the strings with his hands, and the lingering sound gradually disappeared, and the bar was quiet.

Zhang Yiman is facing Han Jue, ready to fight. The boss rested his chin on his elbow, lazily waiting to pick Han Jue's thorn.

The strings were plucked suddenly, and a melody was tilted out from Han Jue's fingertips.

Well structured and interesting.

The middle-aged boss raised his eyebrows.

And Zhang Yiman was even more unprepared. She looked at Han Jue's skillful fingering, and before she had time to ponder whether Han Jue was lying to her again, she stared at Han Jue, enjoying the unexpected music.

Han Jue ignored the thoughts of the only audience in the audience, he was already immersed in the memories in his mind. Then, Han Jue sang softly with his eyes closed, with a feeling of closing at the touch of a button. There was a smile on his face as if he had seen the beautiful past, but it made people feel that this smile was extraordinarily fragile:

[It was an accident that he fell in love with her

In an era without hesitation]

Han Jue's mid-bass is full of regret and nostalgia. The guitar also changed from being brisk at the beginning, to matching the mood of the singer, to sad.

...

[I can't forget, your love

But the ending is hard to change

i failed to keep you

It's not like he can give you a

looking forward to the future

childish boy]

...

The chorus part appeared so early, full of powerlessness, but ended up regretful.

Han Jue still closed his eyes, but frowned.

[Your care, always carry with you

Open the place where there is no one...]

When Han Jue sang this sentence, his breath became unstable. The guitar also suddenly lost its proportions and became messy.

Han Jue simply stopped the guitar. He took a deep breath, held it, and then wanted to breathe out quietly.

However, the microphone was right in front of his mouth, and Han Jue's trembling sighs were floating in every corner, clearly audible throughout the bar.

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: "Boy" - Liang Bo

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