This star is from the earth

Sometimes, the inconsistency of love and death happens quietly without any precautions, forcing you to witness.

The death of his predecessor's mother left him with a permanent memory. Not only did that memory not fade with age, but it was like a bronze mirror that became brighter and brighter with constant wiping.

So much so that when the predecessor realized that no one could love, he chose to end himself in the same way as his mother. The previous few times, it was shallow and shallow, but this last time, it seemed so no attachment to the world.

Whether it was rumors that became more and more suspenseful on the Internet or revelations from neighbors, they all blurred the details of the death of the former mother, making it appear cloudy and foggy, and sounded like street literature. Han Jue also only saw the details in the diary of his predecessor when he was a few years older, and these vague contents are worse than letting others use their imagination, it is better to take the initiative to make a final decision and end the rumors.

Every kind of creative consciousness has traces to follow, and the design of every combination boxing must reach a key point of attack. In the eyes of others, he took the initiative to tear open the scabbed wound for others to see. But in Han Jue's view, he was ending the topic and shifting the focus. From discussing other people's privacy, to discussing the quality of this song. The privacy of discussion invites only banter, while the work of discussion can at least be admired and embraced.

Han Jue sang the story of his predecessor in one go, as if fulfilling some kind of destiny. When the last word fell, Han Jue wanted to cry for a moment, but in the end he just sighed.

Opening his eyes, he looked at the producer outside the glass. The producer gestured with two thumbs, and Han Jue responded with a smile.

It should have been a good picture, but the cameraman shot the producer's thumb from different angles, and the producer was not allowed to take his hand back quickly. It turns up and down, which is very annoying.

Han Jue put down his headphones, opened the door of the recording studio and went out. It's like running a long-distance run, but the body is weak but enjoying the relaxation brought by the walk. With tired eyelids, it's like the eyes when walking against the sun under the bright sun.

The producer applauded, praised, and said that there is no problem. Next, as long as it is combined with Zhang Yiman's lyrical content, and finally the sound mixer will help, the song will be roughly completed.

[Hey, where's the silly girl? 】Han Jue looked at the work on the computer screen for a while, and then suddenly realized that Zhang Yiman was not hanging around, no wonder he felt something was missing.

After taking a look, I found that Zhang Yiman was sitting on the sofa with his back turned to this side, and there was no cameraman beside him.

Han Jue walked over and said naturally in a relaxed state: "Silly girl, uh... Teacher Zhang? What's wrong?"

In order to cover up his slip of the tongue, Han Jue's tone was as anxious as that of an old man in Qing Dynasty, fearful and fearful, as if he would go out to help Zhang Yiman kill someone if he disagreed with him.

However, Zhang Yiman heard the movement of Han Jue, and immediately lay down, buried his face in the crack of the sofa, and always turned his back to Han Jue.

"Don't come, uncle, I, I don't look good when I cry, don't, come and talk to me." Zhang Yiman murmured on the back of the sofa chair.

Han Jue turned to look at the videographer, and the videographer who followed looked at Han Jue with the eyes of "she said she didn't want to talk to you".

Han Jue glared at the cameraman.

Zhang Yiman was lying sideways on the sofa, her red hair was scattered, revealing one side of her fair, slender, curvaceous neck. It's just that Han Jue looked at the slight trembling of this hair, and heard Zhang Yiman's voice choked up to speak intermittently, and his heart softened all of a sudden. He knew why this silly girl was crying like this. What a kind and silly girl with rich emotions.

"What? You want me to come and talk to you? Okay." Han Jue heard Zhang Yiman's words of urging people away, instead of leaving, he squatted on the edge of the sofa, awkwardly trying to talk.

It's a naive approach, but it suits Zhang Yiman very well.

Then the two of them became like children.

The corners of Dao Wang's eyes were still wet, but he smiled like a mother. I am very grateful and gratified. This imaginary couple is finally getting a little bit of what they should be on the show. Their small progress is simply a big step for the show. Time to celebrate.

Hearing Han Jue's rascal's words, Zhang Yiman stretched out the back of one hand towards Han Jue, intending to hit him.

Han Jue leaned over to hide, and dubbed when he was hit, just like a martial arts movie where a powerful person makes moves, punching to the flesh, and the sound is in the ear.

After beating for a while, Han Jue waited for Zhang Yiman to stop beating, and asked: "Little girl, what's on your mind? You can tell me, my ancestors will solve the problem."

"I don't have anything on my mind, I just think those people are too much." Zhang Yiman's voice was muffled, and he stopped crying, but he still choked once in a while.

Han Jue knew who Zhang Yiman was talking about [those people]. "It doesn't matter. People only want to believe what they want to believe. It is meaningless to force them to be calm. The same is true for love."

"But some of them don't understand you at all, so they yell at you, and your speech is so ugly."

"Let them talk about it. It's a waste of time to reason with a group of people who can rule the world with a single keyboard. I don't want such fans to post money to me. I wish they didn't like me. It's the same as love."

"Oh, why do you look like love in everything." Zhang Yiman wanted to hit Han Jue again.

Han Jue said with a smile: "I can only talk about chicken soup like this. You see, no matter what you say, just add a sentence [love is the same] at the end, and it will immediately taste like chicken soup."

Zhang Yiman laughed through tears.

"Uncle, it's not suitable for you to talk about chicken soup. It doesn't fit your personality." Zhang Yiman covered his face with his hands and turned around, only showing a pair of crooked eyes from between his fingers, looking at Han Jue.

Han Jue straightened his face and said seriously: "Really? But I heard that people who pass through the gate of hell tend to become more open-minded, indifferent, peaceful and far-reaching. Those with high understanding can even see through life and death. So the chicken soup for the soul is often more delicious and tear-jerking than ordinary people's, and now you actually say that I am not suitable for chicken soup? Huh?"

After Han Jue finished speaking, he approached Zhang Yiman with a fierce look, Zhang Yiman laughed and screamed, then turned around again, closed his eyes, and curled up into a ball.

In the end, Zhang Yiman waited for a big warm palm to rub her head.

Zhang Yiman's body relaxed and tensed, allowing Han Jue to mess up her hair, like an unreserved puppy lying in front of its owner, very willing.

Director Wang grinned and stared at the screen motionlessly, and smirked until he burst into tears without knowing it, like a fool. The screenwriters were not much better, filling the picture with pink hearts in their heads.

Han Jue stroked the soft hair in his hand, but didn't think much about it. He just lamented the girl's innocence and sincerely hoped that the other party would be lucky enough to keep it.

Seeing that Zhang Yiman had stopped crying, Han Jue withdrew his hand and went to the recording station to check the final product.

"Uncle, is there a complete song for the lyrical part, or are there only four lines?" Zhang Yiman asked curiously after recovering to a lively state. There is no heavy makeup on her face, and even if she is crying, she can just wipe it off with a tissue. She is not afraid of the camera at all, and she doesn't need to touch up makeup at all.

Hearing Zhang Yiman's question, Han Jue remembered that the lyrical part given to Zhang Yiman just now was indeed an excerpt from another song, so he said, "It's a complete song, why, do you want to sing it?"

"Really? I want to sing, I want to sing~ What's the name of that song?" Zhang Yiman was simply excited to meet a good song and have the opportunity to sing it.

""Your Eyes", find time to write it for you." Han Jue looked at Zhang Yiman's smile, and he laughed too. Putting the song "Your Eyes" in Zhang Yiman's hands does not count as burying the song at all. Han Jue is even more looking forward to hearing her full version than Zhang Yiman. Without him, he misses the works of his previous life, and if he can't sing well, it will be even worse.

"It's really well written, both lyrical and rap are well written~ Uncle, I'm so envious that you can create, I can't write anything." Zhang Yiman's face was full of regret. Her experience is still not enough to support her independent creative ability.

"Actually, you don't have to envy people who are particularly good at expressing. You have to know that if a person can describe your feelings exactly, and then accurately poke your heart, then the same sadness, loneliness and pain , his feelings will be ten times more uncomfortable than yours." Han Jue said lightly.

"Uncle, is your pain ten times what I feel?" Zhang Yiman's faint eyes were full of tears again.

"It's okay, it's about 1.73462 times yours." Han Jue calculated seriously.

"Ah, uncle, you imitate me!" Zhang Yiman became angry with embarrassment, wrinkled his nose, and wanted to hit Han Jue again.

"Hey, it's time, let's go and eat. What do you want to eat?" Han Jue looked at the watch that didn't exist at all, and changed the subject.

"Well, I want to eat..." Zhang Yiman stopped his anger, poked his chin with his fingers, and thought about it.

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