This star is from the earth

"If you really like it, then remember to buy the record and listen to it. It's also worth buying a few more as gifts."

Han Jue seriously helped Zhang Yiman to promote it, and indirectly boasted about himself.

"I also buy it on the online platform, and then I buy it for all my friends and send it over."

Listening to paid music on the Internet can be paid by friends.

"And your record player! Buy a vinyl record too, it would be a waste of that record player if you don't listen to vinyl."

Oh, jealous, jealous.

"I'm just joking with you and being polite, why do you take it seriously?" Xia Yuan lowered his head and wrote something in his notebook without looking at Han Jue.

Although she would indeed plan to spend money to buy songs to listen to, but hearing Han Jue's promotion was more pressing than the gym flyers on the street, she couldn't stand it.

After hearing Xia Yuan's counterattack, Han Jue said seriously: "There is an old saying that all jokes are actually a little bit serious."

"Where did you hear this old saying?" Xia Yuan asked, tilting his head and thinking for a while.

"Penguin space."

After hearing this, Xia Yuan paused heavily on the paper, almost returning to his usual venomous tongue. However, the recorder was not turned off, so she held back. He looked away helplessly.

Scanning his eyes, he saw Zhang Yiman in the corner rubbing his eyes with his head down.

Xia Yuan silently pointed to Zhang Yiman, and Han Jue also looked over.

"Why are you crying? Is this song so touching?" Han Jue said in surprise after seeing it.

"Maybe I come across a good song and want to see if I'm dreaming." Xia Yuan said.

Han Jue curled his lips and said, "I don't understand why people pinch their legs and rub their eyes when something good happens. What if they really wake up?"

Xia Yuan took a deep breath, pressed [Pause] on the recording pen, looked carefully at Zhang Yiman's back, and said:

"Would you be happier if I said she cried because of your dark revenge in your lyrics?"

Han Jue gave her a white look.

Looking at Zhang Yiman's back, Han Jue leaned over without meddling.

In case the silly girl is really crying, and she obviously doesn't want to be seen crying, she will be embarrassed when others see her.

And if the silly girl was not crying at all, and he leaned over with a kind face, Han Jue would also be embarrassed, because Xia Yuan would definitely laugh at him severely.

Xia Yuan and Han Jue continued to conduct interviews on some music issues.

After a while, Zhang Yiman came back with the manuscript. The demeanor is normal, and the eye circles are normal.

Zhang Yiman held the manuscript and sat sideways opposite Han Jue, looked at the recording studio being used, stomped the ground lightly with his feet in the air, and said anxiously: "Oh, I really want to record this song quickly. "

"Don't you show your company first?" Han Jue said helplessly.

Although he has confidence in this song, whether this song fits Sha Niu's positioning depends on the team behind Sha Niu.

"Okay, it's our turn to continue working." Han Jue saw that the accompaniment of the second song had been recorded. The producer cast his gaze on him.

Han Jue asked Zhang Yiman to put the manuscript in his hand first, don't hold it, and don't mix emotions when singing later.

Hearing Han Jue's advice, Zhang Yiman was surprised: "Uncle, you have to straighten your position."

Han Jue was at a loss, still wondering where he was.

"I'm your music teacher." Zhang Yiman shook his head and said.

Only then did Han Jue realize that he was indeed inflated. How dare you question Mr. Zhang's singing level?

As a talented and skilled player, Zhang Yiman certainly won't mix it up.

As if to let Han Jue know how ignorant he is, so in the evening, the two songs have been completed smoothly.

Next, we can start recording Han Jue's own songs.

But Han Jue said that I'm afraid it won't work tonight, so I can only come back tomorrow.

"Where are you going tonight?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Go to a performance." Han Jue replied while tidying up his things.

"Are you so busy every day?" Xia Yuan asked casually.

"Of course not." Hearing this question, Han Jue stopped tidying up his things on the spot, and explained seriously: "It's quite miserable to say, the me you interviewed today may make you feel a [ Han Jue is very busy], the false illusion of [Han Jue renting a cheap house is stingy and pretending to be poor]. In fact, it is not the case. You may not believe it, but today is the day when I am most like an artist. Regarding this point, you must write objectively a little."

Han Jue locked the notebook in Xia Yuan's hand with piercing eyes.

"If you are really poor, I will really write like this. I only write about the real thing." Xia Yuan planned to go outside after speaking.

Zhang Yiman finished communicating with the producer from the console, walked over to Han Jue, and said happily:

"Uncle, let me treat you to the cafeteria!"

Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan with a look of "Look, I'm really poor", and then said to Zhang Yiman: "No, I have a performance later, so I have to hurry there."

"Well, that's fine." Zhang Yiman pouted, and said goodbye to Han Jue and the others in frustration.

When Han Jue and Xia Yuan walked out of Ai Du's building, it was already dark outside.

Han Jue walked to the corner of the street, searched for something with his mobile phone, and asked Xia Yuan casually, "Do you know how to get to [New York Street]?"

"I know. Why, are you going to eat there or perform there?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Meals and performances." Han Jue lowered his head and said, "By the way, how much do you eat Western food?"

"I don't eat it often. Occasionally I order [Alexander Chicken] for takeaway."

[Alexander Chicken] is what Chinese people here call a certain dish of Chinese-style western food with improved taste. Just like the American Chinese food in the previous life - [Tso's Chicken], [Li Hongzhang Offal].

When Han Jue was in the food street near his home, he walked into the western restaurant and found that there were such dishes on the menu, such as [Caesar cake] and [Napoleon soup]. Han Jue was very curious. An improved dish of taste.

"Then let's go eat authentic Western food, I'll treat you. Time is running out, so let's take a taxi."

Han Jue stopped the taxi, and after sitting for 20 minutes, the two arrived at [New York Street].

"So, this is what you call authentic western food?"

Xia Yuan was standing in front of a small restaurant at the moment, frowning as he looked at the signboard with a red background and a yellow sign, feeling like he was being tricked by Han Jue.

The entire [New York Street] is full of red and blue neon lights, and the surrounding communication is very weird. Foreigners who speak Chinese and foreigners who speak English can also communicate without barriers. People with three skin tones, black, white and yellow, are walking on the street, but no one stops in front of the store like her, which makes this deserted small store with the arched double door sign seem out of place in the busy street .

It's not that Xia Yuan has never been to [New York Street], but every time he comes, he always eats authentic meals. Where did he pay attention to this kind of small shop?

"Don't be dazed, come on!" Han Jue waved to Xia Yuan holding the glass door.

Xia Yuan dawdled and walked in.

There is not much space inside, and there is only one passage leading directly to the counter. The warm yellow decoration, together with the fluorescent board menu hanging above the counter, makes the whole store feel warm.

Still no business.

The clerks were two young men, one black and one white, who were leaning against the counter and chatting.

Seeing a guest coming, he cheered up quickly.

"Welcome!" The two shouted in unison, their voices were clearly high and low, as if they were in harmony with each other.

"Yo! We are doing an event here recently, as long as you spend [Balabala], you can enjoy a 15% discount." The black brother gave a crackling introduction, spoke fluent Chinese, and spoke very rhythmically, as if he was rapping.

Xia Yuan listened and looked at the menu board.

Han Jue looked at the menu, quickly ordered what he wanted to eat, and sat down on the side seat as soon as he picked it up, impatiently preparing to eat.

Some time ago, he searched the Internet for some familiar brands in his previous life, and he didn't have much hope at first, but he found out that there is such a M mark in the whole magic. At that time, seeing the familiar sign, Han Jue wanted to eat it immediately, but due to various reasons, he finally ate it today.

Xia Yuan put the food on the table, looked at Han Jue who was opposite after taking a bite of the hamburger, and said strangely: "I saw your previous news, but there was an article saying that you ran a commercial show. When I was there, because the food was too low-grade, I just turned my face off on the spot and left."

Han Jue ate a hamburger full of "hometown flavor", feeling so emotional that he almost didn't cry.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, he took a sip of Coke, sighed comfortably, and said after a while: "Maybe I only had myself in my eyes at that time, I was too selfish."

Xia Yuan was not interested in these boring hamburgers, so he simply asked Han Jue: "How do you understand [yourself and self]?"

“[Myself] is invisible. When we bump into something else and bounce back, we will understand [myself]. Therefore, I have seen those terrible things, difficult things, temptation options, and what happened to these things. Collision, and then know what [self] is, this is the self."

"And every collision will not kill me, it will only make me stronger." Han Jue grinned.

Because I was on the road to school during the day, some things got delayed until very late. Can only write one chapter, sorry. I will start writing tomorrow morning.