"Best Composition...... Han Jue!"

Guan Yi didn't start speaking immediately, but closed his eyes and tapped his temple with his index finger, like a TV FM, as if searching for the corresponding acceptance speech.

After all, there are so many things to memorize.

And the following paragraph is the most important thing.

"For this award, I would like to thank Mr. Zhang, Zhang Yiman. ”

Guan Yi said a word, and the cheers and screams from the audience rang out one after another.

"Although we have been together for a long time, I still call her Teacher Zhang like everyone else. Why? Dash, because I gave this nickname.

Of course, there is always something to learn from her.

At the beginning of my debut, I was called a machine, and at best, I never made mistakes, and my state was always stable. But in fact, it also means that I sing and play without emotion, and I always feel like watching other people's things, which is difficult to resonate with.

Teacher Zhang has a lot of feelings, and he is almost full. It was only after I met her that I became like a human being. I started singing my heart, I started playing music about myself, I started expressing my emotions with notes. It's fair to say that it wasn't until I met her that I really started to get into music.

Composing music is not a difficult task for me. As long as she's by my side, I'll never run out of inspiration. I want to see her laugh, I want to see her cry, I want to see her laugh after crying, and when I think about it, one melody after another pops up in my head.

She's my switch. ”

…………

Zhang Yiman took off the headphones, the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, and he stretched lazily.

She was on the deck of a yacht with a fishing rod in front of her.

The sun floats on the surface of the sea, sparkling.

With such good weather, there would be no storm that Han Jue was worried about at all.

Zhang Yiman looked down, and on the side of the recliner were life jackets and lifebuoys placed by Han Jue, as well as a rubber boat that had not yet been inflated.

Zhang Yiman recalled Han Jue's best speech, but he was not addicted, and Shangweite watched the speech fragment of the [Best Composition] award again.

【…… She's my switch. 】

Zhang Yiman is still a little shy. Although these love words were said through Guan Yi's mouth, it did not prevent her from feeling happy. She could also understand it, because she knew that if Han Jue said these words to her face-to-face, he would definitely be embarrassed to say them.

"Uncle!" Zhang Yiman shouted into the cabin.

"What are you doing?" Han Jue's voice floated out.

"Do you have any new tunes coming up with?"

"New tunes? Not yet. ”

"Shall you think about it now?"

"It's hard. ”

"Travel, just like the song of our trip together. ”

"Travel, ......" Han Jue's voice was silent for a few seconds, and when it sounded again, it was a string of songs:

"You've seen a lot of beautiful scenery, you've seen a lot of beautiful women

You get lost in every brief moment on the map

……

You memorize every truth you love most from books

But I can't tell you why you love me

But I can't tell you what kind of expression you admire about me

But I can't tell you what occasion I have tempted you......]"

Zhang Yiman was still swaying along with the melody at first, but as he listened, his smile slowly disappeared, and the more he listened, the more wrong he became, and he was even more angry when he heard it.

"What are you singing!" Zhang Yiman roared angrily and ran into the cabin to beat Han Jue.

…………

"The winner of the award for Best Album Producer was...... Han Jue!"

"Thank you Cohen, my teacher. He used to tell me, 'The job of a music producer is not to have a singer sing the lyrics, but to sing what the lyrics don't say.' Many times the most important place in the lyrics is in the off-string sound. I took this sentence to heart, so much so that whenever I found an 'off-string sound', as a lyricist, I would immediately pick up a pen to fill the hole, and then I as a producer would be helpless......

…………

At half past ten o'clock in the night of the magic capital, a recording studio under the name of [Aidu].

Cohen is still working overtime, catching up on a song.

"That was a good part just now, and then try to reduce the sad mood by three points, and then add a breakdown. Cohen frowned and made a request to the singers in the studio.

“……”

Thirty seconds later.

"Yes, imagine that you have an annoying child who will finally be old enough to start elementary school tomorrow. ”

“……”

Thirty seconds later.

“…… Yes, let's take a break. ”

The singer is waited by his assistant to go out for some fresh air.

Cohen sat down and ate his pizza in annoyance.

The sound engineer walked over and grabbed a corner as well. He understands Cohen, don't look at Cohen just kept saying "not bad, not bad", in fact, there is no use for a paragraph. "Not bad" is just a communication term in the recording studio, without any meaning, and it is a convention in the industry.

The active producer who will cruelly and bluntly point out that the singer can't do it here, and the active producer who can't do it there, as far as the recording engineer knows, is probably only Han Jue.

"It's too hard! I don't ask him to be as talented, savvy and hard working as Han Juezhang Yiman, I just ask for a fucking voice, isn't this the foundation of a singer?" Cohen was so angry.

The recording engineer just smiled wryly.

These behind-the-scenes personnel can get in touch with the most authentic voice of a singer. If you meet a singer like Han Juezhang Yiman, working together is simply a pleasure.

"[Best Album Producer] is out!" the assistant walked in with an excited expression.

"Who?" Cohen stopped chewing. As a foreigner, he only cares about this award every year in [Golden Melody].

"Han Jue!" said the assistant.

"Hahaha-" Cohen's whole face burst into smiles, and the boredom of the work just now was swept away.

When he returned to work, and faced with all kinds of shortcomings of the singer, Cohen was kind.

"It's a little better than just now, hahaha, let's try to sing it again until the last line......"

…………

"Song of the Year...... It's a singer I hate to like, congratulations to Han Jue!"

"Thank you to my audience. Originally, it was just a self-talking song, but I accidentally gained so many soulmates, thank you, because of your existence, I feel less lonely in this world......"

…………

A team building place for Han Jue's fan support association.

"Oh!!"

"Another one!!"

"It's already seven prizes!"

The veteran fans chartered a bar, opened the live broadcast of the [Golden Melody Awards], everyone chatted and reminisced together, and only when the award nominated by Han Jue appeared, everyone was as nervous as watching a penalty, and then celebrated and cheered for Han Jue's award.

Hu Fei and the chairman drank a lot of wine, and their mood was very high, because Han Jue had two variety shows last night, and their lives were promising again in the next half month.

Although in their thoughts, they hoped that Han Jue could recover well, but they still hoped to see Han Jue more. It was enough for them to be satisfied and surprised to be able to show up from time to time like yesterday.

Later, some old local fans came to the bar, and everyone talked and laughed like old friends.

Hu Fei suddenly saw a young one.

The smile on her face slowly sank.

"What's wrong. Jiang Yun noticed Hu Fei's face.

Hu Fei just pointed to one place.

In that direction, there was a girl who looked like a college student, sitting quietly, with a glass of beer in front of the table, just staring straight at the projection screen.

"Who is this?" Jiang Yun thought it was other irrelevant people mixed in.

"Xu Jin. Hu Fei said.

"Who?" Jiang Yun still didn't know.

"The fan that Lao Han hit first," Hu Fei's deep voice passed through the lively laughter and the applause of the stereo, accurately reaching Jiang Yun's ears.

Jiang Yun's face suddenly became ugly: "What is she doing here?!" She didn't forget that it was from that incident that Han Jue later plummeted and everyone pushed the wall.

The grumpy Jiang Yun was about to go over and stab her twice. The president suddenly stopped them, saying that Xu Jin had been invited by her to play.

"Lao Han has already said that the previous things are not about Xu Jin, after all, the fight was really fought at the beginning, and he has been sad since then. The chairman looked at Xu Jin in the corner and said, "That little girl has been regretting it all these years, and she feels that she didn't have the courage to correct something. Now she is studying law, and the law firm where she interns is a cooperative law firm of Lao Han Ta's studio, and the boss she is with now is also helping Han Jue deal with the rights and interests of his works. Pretty good. ”

Hu Fei and Jiang Yun looked at Xu Jin in silence.

Looking at Xu Jin again, in fact, her expression was a little timid, and after noticing Hu Fei and the others paying attention to her, they became even more uneasy, and picked up the wine glass to cover the lower half of their face, for fear of being discovered.

"Just let her be here. The president said.

Hu Fei and Jiang Yun nodded, and after a while, Hu Fei summoned the waiter and asked Xu Jin to send the fruit plate.

Xu Jin received the fruit plate, looked up at Hu Fei again, and saw Hu Fei and the others raising the wine bottle to signal, Xu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly held the wine glass to show respect.

Suddenly, there was a voice of "Quiet, quiet!" behind him, and it was Han Jue's nominated award again.

…………

Guan Yi's back was a little tired.

Only the audience in the audience and the audience in front of the TV are getting more and more excited, tirelessly expecting Guan Yi to continue to recite the testimonial, and it is better to memorize more.

I don't know if I expect Han Jue to say anything new without repeating, or if I expect Guan Yi to make a mistake when I expect how many words I will memorize.

thanked the past one after another, and whenever Guan Yi finished reciting a paragraph, the corresponding was always warm laughter and applause. Han Jue and Guan Yi's performances did not disappoint, but also secretly disappointed slightly.

Finally, the ceremony came to an end, and with a few more awards, this year's Golden Melody Awards are all over.

"The winner of the [Best Male Singer] award is...... Han Jue!" The chairman of the jury, as the presenter, loudly announced the winners.

Guan Yi, who had been expressionless all night, finally put on a little smile when he received the award this time.

Maybe it's because he also knows that the ceremony is coming to an end.

Guan Yi took the trophy, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then said with a little emotion: "I am most grateful to [Blue Whale], the old chairman, and Gu Fan to live as a singer until now."

In this world, I have two homes, one is where my lover is, and the other is [Blue Whale]. Thank you to them for shaping me, and for opening their arms to me as a bastard after I took a little detour, and took me in twice......"

…………

The old chairman rubbed the corners of his eyes.

"Grandpa, you're crying!" exclaimed the little fat grandson.

The old chairman yawned embarrassedly and explained that the tears were made by yawning.

Sun Tzu didn't believe it.

The old chairman asked, "Is the homework finished?!"

Sun Tzu proudly replied that it had already been written!

The old chairman said: "If you don't do well in the final exam, you won't have fun in the summer, so go to cram school." ”

The grandson knelt down like a grandson and wailed, "Don't do this——"

The old chairman turned a deaf ear, and the old monk was unmoved, and asked him to cry quietly, so as not to disturb him watching TV.

In a fit of rage, the grandson reached out and took off his grandfather's wig. I regretted it after picking it.

However, the old man was not angry, which made the grandson feel a lot more at ease.

"From today onwards, you won't call me grandpa anymore. ”

"Grandpa!!"

…………

Finally, the last award is [Album of the Year], the most important award tonight.

Equivalent to the best film in the festival, it is the centerpiece of an awards ceremony and a representative work of the entire industry that year.

"It was ...... who won the [Album of the Year] award"

Everyone in the audience held their breath and was silent.

"Han Jue!"

I don't know how many times these two words have sounded.

Han Jue himself, but there is no doubt that he is the absolute protagonist tonight.

The loudest applause and cheers of the night rang out.

Guan Yi slowly walked back to the stage from the backstage, shook hands with the award presenter more than a dozen times, took the trophy, and then walked to the microphone.

The applause and cheers gradually quieted down, and everyone wanted to hear what kind of acceptance speech Han Jue wrote for this most important award tonight.

However, unlike other testimonials written by Han Jue before, this time's testimonials were quite brief.

And there is only one person to thank the object.

"Thank you to so many people, they are all important people in my life. Even if I hadn't met one of them, my life would have changed dramatically, and I wouldn't have been able to get here. Of all these people, there is one person I would like to thank the most, and that is myself. ”

Guan Yi said word by word to the camera:

"Han Jue, thank you for your hard work. ”

…………

An apartment in the magic capital.

Han Jue's photos were scattered on the table.