"If you really like it, then remember to buy a record and listen to it when the time comes. It's also good to buy a few more as gifts. ”

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

"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 for by friends.

"And that turntable of yours! Buy a vinyl record too, and it would be a waste of time not to listen to vinyl. ”

Oh, jealous, jealous.

"I'll just joke with you and be polite, why are you still serious. Xia Yuan lowered his head and wrote something in the notebook, without looking at Han Jue.

Although she does plan to spend money to buy songs to listen to, she can't stand it when she hears Han Jue's sales promotion that is more pressing than the gym flyers on the street.

After Han Jue heard Xia Yuan's counterattack, he said with a serious expression: "There is an old saying that all jokes are actually a little serious. ”

"Where did you hear this old saying?" Xia Yuan asked after thinking about it sideways.

"Penguin space. ”

Xia Yuan slammed the pen on the paper when he heard this, and he almost returned to his usual poisonous tongue state. However, the recorder was not turned off, and she held back. The gaze looked away helplessly.

swept his eyes, but saw Zhang Yiman in the corner rubbing his eyes with his head down.

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

"Why are you crying?, is this song so touching?" Han Jue said in surprise when he saw it.

"You may come across a good song and want to see if you're dreaming. Xia Yuan said.

Han Jue pursed his lips and said, "I don't understand why you are pinching your legs and rubbing your eyes when you encounter a good thing, what if you really wake up?"

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

"Would you be happier if I said she was scared to tears by your dark vindictiveness in your lyrics?"

Han Jue silently nosed.

He looked at Zhang Yiman's back and leaned over without being nosy.

In case the silly girl is really crying her nose, and she obviously doesn't want to be seen crying her nose, she is very embarrassed when Han Jue sees it.

And if the stupid girl wasn't crying at all, and she leaned over with a kind face, Han Jue would also be embarrassed, because Xia Yuan would definitely laugh at him fiercely.

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

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

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

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

Although he is confident in this song, whether this song meets the positioning of the silly girl depends on the team behind the silly girl.

"Alright, it's our turn to get back to work. Han Jue saw that the accompaniment to the second song had been recorded. The producer cast his eyes on him.

Han Jue beckoned Zhang Yiman to put the manuscript in his hand first, don't hold it, don't be emotionally mixed up when you sing later.

Hearing Han Jue's advice, Zhang Yiman was surprised: "Uncle, you have to put yourself in the right position." ”

Han Jue was confused, 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 had indeed swelled. I dare to question Mr. Zhang's singing level?

Zhang Yiman, as a talented and technical player, will certainly not be mixed up.

As if to let Han Jue know how ignorant he was, so by the evening, the two songs had been completed smoothly.

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

But Han Jue said that he was afraid that he would not be able to do it tonight, so he could only come back tomorrow.

"Where are you going at night?" asked Natsuhara.

"Go to a show. Han Jue replied as he sorted out his things.

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

"Of course not. When Han Jue heard this question, he stopped the action of sorting things out on the spot, and explained seriously: "It's quite miserable to say, the me you interviewed today may make you have a false illusion that [Han Jue is very busy], [Han Jue rents a cheap house is to pick the door and pretend to be poor]. Actually, it's not, you may not believe it, but today is my day when I am most like an artist. You have to be objective about this. ”

Han Jue's eyes were blazing, locking on the book Xia Yuan was holding.

"If you're really poor, that's what I'm going to do. I only write truthfully. After Xia Yuan finished speaking, he planned to go outside first.

After Zhang Yiman finished communicating with the producer from the console, he walked over to Han Jue's side and said happily:

"Uncle, I'll invite you to the cafeteria!"

Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan with a kind of [look, I'm really poor] eyes, and then said to Zhang Yiman: "No, I have a show later, I have to rush over." ”

"Well, okay then. Zhang Yiman pouted and said goodbye to Han Jue in frustration.

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

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

"Yes. What, are you going to eat there or are you going to perform there?" Xia Yuan asked.

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

"I don't eat it often. Occasionally, takeout also orders [Alexander Chicken]. ”

[Alexandria Chicken] is the name of a dish of Chinese people here for a certain dish of Chinese Western food with improved taste. It's like the American Chinese food in the previous life - [Zuo Zongtang Chicken] and [Li Hongzhang Chop].

At the beginning, Han Jue walked into the food street near his home and found that there was this kind of dish on the menu, what [Caesar Cake] and [Napoleon Soup], Han Jue was very curious, and after ordering it, he found that it was actually an improved dish that met the taste of Chinese people.

"Then let's go for an authentic Western meal, I'll treat you. Time was running out and we took a taxi to go. ”

Han Jue stopped the taxi, and after sitting for twenty 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 and looking at the signboard with a yellow sign on a red background, feeling that he had been tricked by Han Jue.

The whole New York Street is full of red and blue neon lights, and the surrounding communication is very strange, and foreigners who speak Chinese and English can also communicate without barriers. People of black, white and yellow complexions, walking on the street, there is no one like her who stops in front of the store, making this small deserted shop with a double-door sign look out of place on the lively street.

Xia Yuan has not been to [New York Street], but every time he comes, he goes to eat an authentic meal, where have you ever noticed this kind of small shop?

"Don't be stunned, come on!" Han Jue propped up the glass door and waved Xia Yuan.

Xia Yuan walked in slowly.

There's not a lot of space inside, with only one passage leading directly to the counter. The warm yellow décor and the fluorescent board menu hanging above the counter make the whole store feel warm.

However, there is still no business.

The clerk is a young man, a black and a white, who is chatting against the counter at the moment.

Seeing that a guest was coming, he hurriedly cheered up.

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

"Yo! We have been doing activities here recently, and as long as you spend [Balabala], you can enjoy a 85% discount. The black brother made a crackling introduction, spoke fluent Chinese, and spoke very rhythmically, like rapping.

Xia Yuan listened while looking at the menu board.

Han Jue looked at the menu, quickly ordered what he wanted to eat, and sat down on the side as soon as he took it, eager to prepare to eat.

Some time ago, he checked some familiar brands on the Internet in his previous life, and he didn't have much hope, but he found that all the demons had such a M record. Han Jue, who saw the familiar sign at that time, was eager to eat it immediately, but for various reasons, he finally ate it today.

Xia Yuan put the food on the table, looked at Han Jue on the other side and said strangely after taking a bite of the hamburger: "I saw your previous news, but there was one that said that when you ran a commercial show, because the food was too low, you just threw your face and left on the spot." ”

Han Jue ate a hamburger full of "hometown flavor", and felt so much emotion that he almost didn't cry.

After swallowing the food in my mouth, I took a sip of Coke, sighed comfortably, and said for 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, and simply asked Han Jue, "What do you understand about [yourself and self]?"

"[Self] is something that cannot be seen, and when you bump into something else and bounce back, you will understand [yourself]. So, after seeing those terrible things, difficult things, temptation options, and colliding with these things, and then you know what [self] is, this is self. ”

"And every collision that doesn't kill me only makes me stronger. Han Jue grinned.