Since Han Jue agreed, he would not deliberately make a mess during the performance, and in the end it would affect the entire show.

The black sheep of the herd, Han Jue, is shameless, whether in the past life or in this life. Doing one's job well is the minimum requirement for a person. In this life, even if he is an artist for half a year, then Han Jue will also do his duty seriously.

So, he could only hope that his unprofessional performance could be found out by the bright crowd, and then scolded him.

Then he can helplessly spread his hands in front of his agent and say, "Look, I've tried my best, but I don't seem to be suitable for red." 】

Now Han Jue hopes that his black fans will be able to stand firm at that time, not be attacked by his charm, and be able to come out to attack him without forgetting his original intention, and then the director will come to Han Jue with a shameful face, and Han Jue can take the initiative to get out of the car with righteousness and awe.

It's a win-win.

Oh, but that's a lot of shame for the female guest who is partnered with me. However, presumably partnering with a black and stinky out-of-fashion artist like himself, it is estimated that no one will be happy to change it.

Three wins, three wins, awesome.

When Han Jue was thinking about it, Guan Yi on the other side said a lot and realized that Han Jue's mind was not here at all.

Guan Yi clapped his hands and said indifferently, "What are you thinking?" ”

Han Jue was awakened by Guan Yi's applause, and said in a panic: "Huh? nothing...... I was distracted. ”

"Did you hear me say anything?" Guan Yi's expressionless face is good, you can't tell if he is angry or not.

Han Jue shook his head.

“...... I just said that in about three days, the program team will come here to shoot materials and do some interviews, and you clean up the house in advance. ”

"Oh, so what should I pay attention to? What things can't be said, and what things need to be thought out in advance?"

"You just have to cover your tattoos. Guan Yi said coldly.

"Okay......" Han Jue's back was a little hunched.

"I'll be here then, I'll keep an eye on it. ”

Guan Yi picked up the teacup and took a sip of water.

"You really don't have a girlfriend?" Guan Yi asked Han Jue with a water glass in his hand.

Han Jue found out that his predecessor was in love with a female artist named Weng Nanxi, and the company didn't seem to know about it.

"Nope. Han Jue shook his head. He was very worried that if he said yes, the water cup in Guan Yi's hand would be smashed over.

"Are you sure, you haven't talked about a girlfriend in the past few years?" Guan Yi looked incredulous.

"Really. There have been before, and they have been divided. Han Jue explained.

"Even if you have, you can hide it from me, otherwise you will get out of the car directly if it is exposed. Guan Yi told Han Jue.

Han Jue is twenty-eight, nearly thirty years old, an outdated old idol, and it's not that he is not allowed to have a girlfriend, after all, no one cares.

Guan Yi asked, just worried that after Han Jue's girlfriend was exposed, it would affect the show.

Oh, how can a male artist who has been exposed to have a girlfriend have the face to participate in a reality show pretending to be a couple?

"And this kind of operation?" It's a pity that no matter what life I have, I don't have a girlfriend to expose.

"What did you say?" Guan Yi asked.

"Oh, I mean, what if the two guests are really in love?" Han Jue waved his hand.

"Get out of the car too," Guan Yi said with a serious face, "and you'd better not have that kind of thought." ”

"Don't worry, I will never do," Han Jue nodded to indicate that he understood, "By the way, do you know who the female guest is?"

"I'm not going to tell you. I have to go. Guan Yi put down the water glass, looked at his watch, and stood up, intending to leave.

Han Jue was helpless, but he could only stand up and send the guests to the door.

Looking at the time, today's [Film and Television Supplementary Class] has taken up a lot of time. There's not enough time to watch a movie, so just do something else.

Han Jue took out the box of his ex-girlfriend, Weng Nanxi, from the study.

The filming of the show is just three days later, and I have to see what kind of personality Han Jue is in love, learn to learn, and maintain the continuity of Han Jue's current personality.

After all, he is still playing an outdated artist called [Han Jue].

In order to avoid trouble, you can't be too cautious in front of the camera.

Han Jue took out the stack of photos from the box, and although he had seen them before, he began to look at them one by one again.

After watching it for a long time, in addition to seeing that the photography skills of the predecessor are very ordinary, through Han Jue's careful observation, it can also be seen that the predecessor is smiling happily in the photo, and he is as happy as the second fool, but the woman named Weng Nanxi does not seem to be very happy.

This is a feeling of Han Jue, but whether this feeling is correct or not, it doesn't matter now.

Underneath the photo is a pile of love letters, both postcards and letters of varying paper.

Pick up a postcard, the handwriting is very ugly, like many uneducated artists. Han Jue can't expect too much from an illiterate person who hasn't touched a pen or read for many years.

The content of the writing is also very unnutritious, and he has read several so-called love letters in a row, although there is no literary brilliance at all, Han Jue only feels that his predecessor is like a firefly that desperately wants to emit bright lights, trying in vain to light a match. It is emotional and sad for onlookers.

Han Jue is probably guessing now, maybe it's because the star journey is hopeless, his girlfriend is going to break up with him, and he can't be a normal person except being an artist, plus he has no friends, no relatives, and is ridiculed by the whole world, so.

[So, he finally made that choice, and that's why I'm here.] 】

Han Jue sat cross-legged on the ground, with an unfolded letter in front of him, Han Jue looked at these letters, as if he saw the hot love in his front body, which was spilled on the ground.

Han Jue sighed at them, as if sighing to his predecessor.

At the bottom of the box is a notebook. There are different sizes and uneven thicknesses, and there are notebooks with stylish and simple design and fancy covers.

Han Jue picked up a notebook with a black cover, turned the first page, and wrote a large number in a black marker—[26].

26 years old?

Flipping back, I saw a record in the diary genre, with only the date written on it.

[I hit a reporter today, and I can't help it. The reporter was so underwhelmed that he actually ......]

Oh, the journal is convenient for understanding the deeds of the predecessor. I can save a sum of money, and I don't have to buy the memoir of the predecessor [Vine Reading] with only a 5.2 rating.

Han Jue picked up the thinnest book again, opened the cover of the cartoon, and saw the first page, which read a [8]. Flip through the others, and the numbers will increase in turn, and there will be no numbers less than 8.

I think I started keeping a diary at the age of 8 and kept it until the age when he left, one a year.

However, the 8-year-old diary that Han Jue picked up was very worn, probably due to the erosion of time, which made it worn. Han Jue touched the paper inside, and it was not smooth at all. The yellowed paper was unevenly colored, and some parts of the handwriting had faded.

The first page I turned to, the handwriting was immature, and the top not only wrote the date, but also typeset, marked with the weather, which was a bit cute.

Han Jue smiled.

[July 16th.] Dad said that keeping a diary would make me feel better. I ......]

Han Jue's smile gradually disappeared from his face.

[July 17th.] I saw my mother, her face was so white, and she wasn't happy at all......]

[July 18th.] My grandmother asked me why I didn't die......]

......

[September 10th. Everyone says I'm a motherless child......]

[September 11th.] Zhang Jun's nose was broken by me, he ...... yesterday]

......

[September 20th.] They were all beaten by me, and I have no friends......]

[September 21. I don't want friends anymore, I miss my mother......]

......

Han Jue looked at it, pinching the paper with his fingers until it turned white, and he didn't know when he would use his strength.

Relaxing his fingers, Han Jue's eyes were red, and he rubbed the undulating paper before he understood why the paper was old.

How many times have you shed tears? Han Jue felt the touch of the paper on his fingers, and a boy came to mind, sitting at the table and crying and writing in his diary. I even thought of a handsome young man who, one night, held the diary and gritted his teeth and shed tears. Then the boy grew up, and his facial features became the mature appearance of Han Jue now, and the folds of the paper on the diary became more and more, only the tears that flowed did not change, and there were always a lot.

This night, Han Jue did not read, but sat on the ground and looked at the diary of his predecessor, and saw half past eleven in the evening.

Finally, when it was time to go to bed, I sorted out the boxes and put them back in the study.

Before taking a shower, he applied anti-inflammatory drugs to Wen's body, and then took a quick shower.

In the end, with red and swollen eyes, the first time I opened my biological clock did not work, and I don't know when I fell asleep.

I dreamed of a person in my dream, and I didn't know if it was him.