This star is from the earth

Han Jue didn't know what Jiang Qi's surprise attack was, but he could guess that its function was mostly similar to kicking the hall. If a newcomer wants to stand out and become a blockbuster, the most efficient way is to fight with the seniors and win. When Zhang Yiman participated in "Singer", he was aggressive and unkind, and despite the joint siege of his predecessors, he successfully broke through. After a game, his popularity rose several steps.

Now that Jiang Qi has reached the age of climbing the ladder, and Zhang Yiman has become a senior who is regarded as a thorn in the eyes of newcomers, Han Jue can't help feeling that time has passed quickly.

"Go ahead, kill the chairman, and if you succeed, I'll give you a promotion." Han Jue encouraged Jiang Qi like this.

Jiang Qi was ecstatic when she heard the words, and completely forgot about the fact that she was demoted with a single sentence when she was promoted not long ago, and she was ambitious to overthrow the chairman and take control of the power of Zhang's B\u0026B.

"Come on." Han Jue patted Jiang Qi's shoulder.

"Okay!" Jiang Qi waved her hand and jumped into the car with her luggage on her back. She went to Shonan TV station with a group of "B\u0026B" program crew. Jiang Qi did a good job of keeping secrets. The program team only found out that Jiang Qi was going to "Singer" only temporarily. After Director Wang heard the news, he immediately turned into a shark that smelled blood, allocated half of the staff, and urgently ordered air tickets. Followed to Shonan, obviously regarded "Singer" as an extension of Jiang Qi and Zhang Yiman's career.

The car started, and before Jiang Qilin set off, she still leaned out the window and told Han Jue: "Boss, please don't notify the chairman in advance! Otherwise, there will be no effect!"

"I got it, I got it, sit back quickly." Han Jue responded, and remembered Jiang Qi's face vigorously, taking this as the last farewell.

After watching Jiang Qi leave, Han Jue picked up Valentine's Day, took Zhang San who couldn't wait, and went out for a walk near home with Wang Dao.

Han Jue was actually very reluctant to take Zhang San for a walk, because it was too troublesome. Zhang San is very excited every time he goes out, running around, wanting to smell and taste everything. It takes a lot of strength to hold it, and if you don't pay attention, it will turn into a dog and a person. Every time Jiang Qi came back from walking the dog, she was sweating profusely, she was even more tired than the dog. Han Jue has great strength and can easily hold Zhang San, but even so will be mentally exhausted——Zhang San finds that after being held by Han Jue, he can’t run far no matter what, he will start to run around Han Jue. In the end, the traction rope not only bound Han Jue's legs, but also tied Zhang San himself so that he couldn't move. He could only wail and wait for Han Jue to rescue him, and once he almost strangled himself to death.

Director Wang took the camera and asked Han Jue: "Why don't you participate in this year's "Singer"?" The scene where Zhang Yiman faced each other, but Han Jue never nodded to act. This kind of approach is somewhat "face big". Director Wang doesn't want Han Jue to be misunderstood or slandered, and at the same time, he is also afraid that Han Jue will be angered when the reporter asks the reason later, so he simply asks Han Jue on the show now.

"Because I don't know what to sing." Han Jue jumped up to avoid the traction rope that Zhang San pulled over.

Director Wang subconsciously wanted to say something beautiful like "You just sing whatever you want, and everyone will listen to it", but the words turned around in front of his teeth and fell back into his stomach, so he held back and didn't say anything. Because this compliment is just nonsense to Han Jue, what Han Jue is confused about now is not the audience's reaction, but his own purpose for this matter.

"When I'm not at my best, the songs I perform won't be good."

"How do you say it?" Director Wang put away his mentality of being a variety show, and started chatting with Han Jue as a friend. "Are you in a bad state now?" Director Wang nervously looked at Han Jue's face, fearing that what Han Jue said meant that he was not good psychologically.

Han Jue smiled and explained: "I have always made music to express, to express my mood, my thoughts, and my stories. All my works have something personal to me. But now my mood I have always been very happy and happy, and my ideas are becoming less and less worth mentioning. The story has already been said. Although there are many demo songs in the library, I have no interest in making them. My mental and physical state It's all good, but the state of the stage isn't quite there."

Director Wang himself is engaged in creation, and knows many creators, so he understands what's going on. Some artists are used to making a mess of their private lives, and even deliberately avoid a stable life. Subconsciously, they are afraid of losing their creative desire and becoming mediocre. Although Han Jue is still far away from mediocrity, a happy life has begun to tame him.

"Then sing something that can inspire you, such as criticizing something." Director Wang said, "It's like some songs you sang before."

Han Jue shook his head lightly: "True criticism has a price, and it means fighting with blood. If everything is only verbal and does not cooperate with behavior, it will become an illusion of self-satisfaction. I used to The critical works, more or less stand up and talk without back pain. And I have recently started to think that music should not contain any power."

"Why do you say that? Isn't strength a good thing?" Director Wang began to give examples: "For example, "To Me in Ten Years Later" and "A Love Letter to Myself". Many listeners said that they were encouraged after listening."

"These powers are not given to them by me. They are something deep in their hearts." Han Jue said: "It is very arrogant to condescendingly insert a kind of value into the minds of the audience."

Director Wang is a good talker and listener. Hearing a novel point of view, the first reaction is not to refute, but to think. He was silent for a while, gradually thinking about something. It suddenly occurred to him that doing variety shows might be the same. In the past few years, he managed to get the position of director, led a group of people, and was very ambitious. He wanted to make a variety show that could give positive energy to the people of the whole country, but it failed immediately. Later, I took over "My Love", revised the version, and tried to remove the script. Originally, it was just to make the show more realistic and topical, and it was a measure to increase the ratings. But unexpectedly met Han Jue and Zhang Yiman. When the audience watched Han Jue gradually change from a hedgehog to a loyal dog, and Zhang Yiman gradually changed from a silly white sweet to an elf who knew the world but did not know the world, Director Wang found that there was no need for the program group to guide and output, and the audience naturally I began to learn to love bravely and manage relationships patiently.

"A good work is a part of the creator himself, and it is private. The process of finding an audience is actually a process of resonating and awakening the same kind. The condescending output is different from the narration of one soul sensing another soul." Director Wang expressed his feelings.

Han Jue nodded, saying that was what he meant. "Now I can't find anything personal, and the works I perform have no soul, so I won't go to "Singer"." When he said this, there was no regret on his face.

Director Wang is in a bad state in the face of this "breath of breath", and he really has no suggestions to offer. He can't say to Han Jue, "Go do something to stimulate life" to stimulate Han Jue. As a friend, seeing Han Jue and Zhang Yiman's happy life these days, he is actually very happy for them from the bottom of his heart. After all, he is the matchmaker who matched the marriage, and he is already a god in the marriage market.

"If this continues, you will retire soon."

"Isn't it good to retire?" Han Jue laughed.

Director Wang shook his head and laughed too. This couple, young and at the pinnacle of their careers, are already thinking about retirement. What a waste... But meeting a person in the circle who makes him willing to retire is almost like finding the destination of his soul.

"By the way, you can sing some happy songs!" Director Wang suddenly thought, "In your state, singing happy songs must be perfect, and it is absolutely convincing."

"Brother, how many rounds can you sing that kind of song?" Han Jue rolled his eyes, "That's "Singer", "Singer" who will be disgusted and abused if you sing the same style of song three times."

"That's right." Director Wang laughed and nodded.

They walked for a while, and when they adjusted the tone of the camera, they found that the cloud had drifted into the sky at some point, and the wind was getting stronger. Han Jue and Director Wang were worried about the rain, so they turned around and planned to go back. But Zhang San wasn't enjoying himself enough, he lay on the ground and refused to leave. When this happens, holding him back will only intensify the habit. Jiang Qi resolved it with snacks, Zhang Yiman forcibly dragged away, and Han Jue's solution was to put Valentine's Day on Zhang San's back. Sure enough, before Valentine's Day was put down, Zhang San stood up nervously. After lying on Zhang San's back on Valentine's Day and meowing, Zhang San turned into a mechanical dog in an instant, with his tail drooping, he walked obediently, and followed Han Jue.

"Excellent." Director Wang took out snacks to lure Zhang San. Zhang San licked his mouth, wanting to eat it very much, but he meowed on Valentine's Day, and Zhang San immediately looked away. "Awesome." Director Wang looked at the cat-dog cooperation, and was a little curious that Han Jue and Zhang Yiman could even raise pets like this, and really wondered what their children would be raised in the future.

When Han Jue and Director Wang returned to the homestay, it was already half past ten. The guests were already up at this time, those who should travel went as planned, but those who should check out had not yet left. Those who stayed behind were three well-dressed young men, who looked very polite, "I want to say goodbye to the chairman and the president." The three of them always cook and wash dishes by themselves. Han Jue's impression of them is Not bad, then shook hands with them one by one to say goodbye.

They looked behind Han Jue, and before waiting for Zhang Yiman, they asked, "Where is Mr. Zhang?" Han Jue happily replied, "I left an hour ago, and I probably won't be back until tomorrow." The young people shook hands angrily. They raised their fists, looked at each other, and asked Han Jue aggressively if he could stay and work as a shop assistant. Unwilling to leave.

After Han Jue washed Zhang San's feet, he went upstairs to tidy up the guest's room after check-out, only to find that employee No. 4 was already tidying up. He said in a tone that Jiang Qi would cry immediately when he saw it: " Just let me go, just let me go."

Employee No. 4 smiled and said it was just a small matter, she was almost done cleaning up.

The room was almost finished. After Han Jue helped to take the sheets and pillowcases removed from the floor to the washing machine on the first floor, employee No. 4 went downstairs.

The two sat down in the living room and drank tea.

"It's going to rain." Employee No. 4 looked at the sky outside the window and worried dutifully, "What if the quilt can't be dried after a long time?"

Han Jue replied: "There are spare new quilts. If you really can't do it, you can borrow a few from other B\u0026Bs or hotels."

Employee No. 4 is an acquaintance of Zhang Yiman, the queen brought out by Sister Qin, and a famous singer in [Ai Du]. Although he is about the same age as Zhang Yaohui, he has been well maintained and is still in the category of being vigilant when he gets close to Han Jue. Han Jue followed Zhang Yiman and called her Sister Meng.

"Where's Xiaoman?" Sister Meng asked Zhang Yiman.

Han Jue replied: "I went to Shonan to participate in "Singer"."

"Singer." As the champion of the second season of "Singer", Sister Meng couldn't justify not expressing some emotion at this time. "I heard that people in this season are not very easy to invite, so this year it will start almost a month later than last year."

Han Jue naturally had to say: "All the great singers have almost performed in the previous seasons."

Sister Meng took a sip of tea, laughed and said, "When Xiaoman invited me here, she said that you don't know how to deal with people. I prepared myself mentally in advance, but in the end, you don't know how to deal with people." When dealing with people, I will almost wonder if you are hiding your clumsiness in front of Xiaoman."

"Hey, I just learned it recently. These scene words are prepared in advance. It is the limit here, and there will be no more." Han Jue humbly stated that he really only speaks a few scene words. A few sentences plus the sentence just now are all used up.

Sister Meng just laughed after listening, and asked after laughing, "How much earlier?"

Han Jue knew the trap in this question. If he takes too long to answer, he will be caught 【When you were with Xiaoman, you were thinking of another woman. Even if that person is me, don't you feel sorry for Xiaoman? ] Such a loophole, but if the time for answering is too short, it will be said that it is perfunctory, and it will be said [it does not seem to be difficult, I just thought of it casually].

"Forgot." Han Jue replied.

But even such an answer could not stop Sister Meng at all.

"It seems that you don't know how to deal with people, but you are too lazy to deal with people. You actually know how the other party will react after hearing something. So in the end, when those bad things were said, you actually didn't know how to deal with them." It was on purpose." Sister Meng's smiling eyes were like soft swords, piercing through the cracks in Han Jue's defenses.

"How can it be so powerful..." Han Jue smiled flatly on the surface, but he made up his mind not to speak anymore. After spending too long with the people in the novice camp, he gradually became not good at chatting with high-ranking people, so he had to adjust.

Sister Meng saw that Han Jue was only drinking tea and not talking, so she tactfully changed the topic: "When will you and Xiaoman have children?"

"!" Han Jue took a sip of hot tea and almost spit it back. But somehow I held back. He took a breath, suspecting that Sister Meng was forcing him to speak.

"I haven't thought about it yet, it's too early." Han Jue replied, "We are all children ourselves."

"Then when will you get married?"

"This..." Han Jue hesitated.

Han Jue hesitated for a moment, and was immediately caught by Sister Meng. She nodded knowingly: "Oh, I have thought about it, but I haven't talked to Xiaoman yet."

Han Jue kept a straight face and didn't answer. He was going to prepare lunch and forcibly ended the topic. The topic of marriage is too personal, and he is not used to talking about it with people.

Sister Meng touched the ring on her ring finger and said, "Xiaoman said before that she didn't know when to get married, but when I met her last year, she said she wanted to get married at the age of twenty-four. I asked her why, she explain……"

Han Jue's ears twitched slightly, and his butt that had just been two centimeters away from the mat fell back down again. He also respectfully poured new tea into the cup in front of Sister Meng, signaling her to continue talking.

"She said that twenty-four was the age when her mother got married. She didn't know when to get married because she didn't know when she would be a good wife and a good mother." Every mother starts from herself Mom learns how to be a mom,' she said, and then felt like she'd never be as good as her mom."

Han Jue listened carefully.

Sister Meng continued: "But she said that after meeting you, she suddenly knew when she could get married. She said that although she was not as good as her mother, she felt that if she lived with you, then no matter She is very confident in being a good wife and a good mother."

Han Jue suddenly laughed, but soon stopped. But the smile always leaked from the corner of his mouth, Han Jue worked so hard to hide it, so he just smiled directly. The smile is full of joy and happiness.

Sister Meng: "The two of you hadn't announced it at that time, but I already guessed it was you, so I told her no."

Han Jue turned pale with shock, stopped smiling, and asked, "Why?"

"Why did you guess? Or why not?"

"Why?" Han Jue was curious about both questions.

Sister Meng said: "When you first recorded "My Love", you recorded it in our company. I was in the company at the time. After you finished recording, I went to her and asked her how she felt. She thought for a while, The first thing she said to me was, 'Is this circle like this occasionally or always? Uncle is such a good person, why do everyone say he is not good?', I knew at that time that the little girl would end, and sooner or later she would fall .So then she said she wanted to get married, and the first thing I guessed was you." This is the answer to why I can guess.

Han Jue was very satisfied with this question, and laughed while listening.

"Why didn't you say the second one." Sister Meng's conversation rhythm was still erratic.

"Sister Meng, tell me." Han Jue picked up the kettle to add tea to Sister Meng again, hoping that she would tell her why she said no to Zhang Yiman who hoped to be with Han Jue at that time.

Sister Meng shook her head and replied, "It's not that I won't say it, but I can't say it on the show."

Han Jue thought about it for a while, and thought it was a persuasion like [I need to inspect the goods before marriage, and it will be too late to find out that X's life is not harmonious after I get married]. But Sister Meng covered her mouth and mouthed a word: [Weng].

"That's fine." Han Jue replied calmly.

"Are you really all right?"

Han Jue nodded.

"That's good," Sister Meng smiled, "Then your sexual life is harmonious now, your love history is tidied up, and your debts are... well, is there any repayment? The 800,000 owed to Gu Fan? That's not bad. ...Since you are fully prepared in all aspects, then there should be no problem in getting married."

Han Jue laughed, following Sister Meng's description, as if he could get married tomorrow when Zhang Yiman came back.

"Buzz buzz buzz..." Han Jue's phone vibrated, and a call came in.

Han Jue picked up the phone, it was Guan Yi calling.

Han Jue felt strange. Because the studio doesn't have any major projects recently that need to be called to ask questions, even if they receive a big order that cannot be rejected, they will only call to report after the meal.

When the phone was connected, Guan Yi's voice came: "Are you recording a program?"

Han Jue replied: "Yes."

"Is the phone hands-free?"

"No."

"No one around here can hear it?"

Han Jue looked at Sister Meng opposite, apologized with his eyes, then stood up and walked to the toilet. The toilet is very quiet, dark on a cloudy day. Han Jue turned on the light and said, "Tell me, there is no one now."

Guan Yi on the other side of the phone was silent for a while, and talked about the purpose of the call:

"Hackers hacked into studio computers."

Han Jue pursed his lips, and instead of panicking, he asked calmly, "What is the main loss?"

"A 12-hour remix file of the "Leaving Home" album, and there are also five demos of unreleased songs." Guan Yi's voice was a little soft, and he felt that he was very responsible for this kind of thing, because he was with Han at the earliest time. The Jue agreement is good, and Han Jue only cares about the creation, and he is responsible for the subsequent property rights and safety of the works. "There is a blackmail of five million."

Han Jue didn't ask anything else, just asked: "Which five?"

Guan Yi was silent for a moment, and said, "The five songs in [X Documents]."

"Crack, clap, clack clack..." Suddenly, it began to rain outside the window, knocking on the frosted window bit by bit.

Han Jue sighed, closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, a little tired.

[X Documentation] stands for [Never Publish].

So why are there five songs in this document?

"Understood." Han Jue turned off the light, and said to Guan Yi in a tired voice, "Buy me a ticket back to Shanghai. I'll be at the airport in an hour."

After leaving the toilet and returning to the living room from the corridor, Han Jue looked at everything arranged in the living room of the B\u0026B, and saw the traces of his and Zhang Yiman's life here. He remembered the topic he had just talked with Director Wang not long ago— — safe and sound.

Anwen is going to be far away from him now.