"Hum~~"

The phone on the desk is vibrating.

In addition to the exhaustion of inspiration, the biggest enemy of creation is the traps of life that hinder creation.

Han Jue was very wary of these traps, and ignored the sound of the vibration.

He will no longer be like in his previous life, the slightest movement on the phone will make him palpitate and panic, and he will have to make a long mental preparation before answering the phone.

Now he is alone in this life, and he is just strong without desire, and he is completely true.

[It rings, let it ring, I help the mountain from the breeze. 】

Han Jue glanced at his mobile phone, smiled contemptuously, and didn't look at who called, so he turned his head and continued to write and draw.

Han Jue wrote quickly on the paper, feeling that his thoughts were surging and inspiration was erupting at the moment. Salted fish, whether the guilt in my heart can be swept away, it depends on this time.

The mobile phone screen lit up over and over again, it was really annoying, Han Jue put the book on the phone, and he was simply out of sight and out of mind.

Obviously, at this time, no one can stop Han Jue's irrepressible desire to create.

Except for one person.

"Boom!"

"Boom, boom!"

When the mobile phone finally stopped calling, the door was knocked for five minutes without stopping.

Han Jue threw away the pen, grabbed his hair irritably, and had to open the door.

Han Jue finally jumped into the trap of life.

"Who!" Han Jue asked loudly as he hid against the wall by the rattling door, holding a baseball bat in his hand.

"Me!" The people outside slammed the door hard while shouting, so that Han Jue couldn't hear clearly.

"Don't knock it, make it clear first!" Han Jue shouted even louder.

The people outside paused when they heard Han Jue's words.

When Han Jue thought that the other party had listened to his advice, the people outside began to slam the door even more frantically.

"Fake! You arrogant Chinese people! What's wrong with the Chinese dialect being substandard! You are discrimination! You are ...... even if you are ."

Speaks English.

The angry English magically passed through the slamming of the door and clearly reached Han Jue's ears.

It turned out to be the landlord!

Han Jue was no longer lustful at this time, and he still couldn't afford to provoke the landlord.

Han Jue hurriedly put the baseball bat against the wall, blocked it with his legs, and unlocked the door, leaving a crack in the door that was large enough to reveal one eye.

When I looked outside, I saw his landlord, Jarens.

Jalens was still disheveled, wearing a standard three-piece suit, loosely dressed by him as if he had picked it up. However, the sunglasses on his face are telling everyone: he is a serious tramp.

The muscles on Jarenz's face were completely tense, and the thin lips were almost gone, so that Han Jue couldn't help but want to ask him if he was American or English. However, Jarenz's body, which trembled with anger, and the expression of strong dissatisfaction on his face that was about to drip with water, all told Han Jue that this was not the time to laugh.

After all, Han Jue was professionally trained, so he resisted the urge to laugh and only looked at Jalens with a puzzled look.

When Jalens saw Han Jue open the door, he suppressed his anger, and just squeezed his brows hard, expressing his dissatisfaction, quite restrained.

The two looked at each other through a crack in the door.

"I thought you were different. Jalens changed back to Huaxia for a long time and said this.

"What, man, I don't understand, please be clear. Han Jue was confused.

When Jalens heard Han Jue's sentence [Please make it clear], all the restraint just now was left behind. He excitedly stepped forward and took a big step, stretched out a hand and pushed the door hard, wanting to push the door in, grabbed Han Jue's collar fiercely, and punched Han Jue twice.

But the door panel was stuck by Han Jue's feet and couldn't be pushed in.

Han Jue saw that Jalens had been stabbed again and became out of control, and then he remembered that the landlord suddenly came out of English just now, as if there was an accent and discrimination or something.

Only then did Han Jue know that his previous two sentences had made Jalens ambiguous.

"Calm down! I mean, I need an explanation!"

Jalens pushed the door, but was not allowed to enter, as if the momentum was blocked, which was a little embarrassing.

"What explanation, what explanation, what explanation?" said Jarens, who was no longer able to communicate, and he strode his horse and pushed the door with his upper hands.

Of course, Han Jue would not casually let others into his space, especially those who refused to communicate and lost control of their emotions.

Keep in mind that his baseball bat is still on the edge of the door.

"I didn't mean to discriminate against you. Han Jue just used a little more force to make the door panel not move at all.

"You haven't discriminated against me yet?! You're at home, but you don't answer my phone and pretend not to be there!" Jalens roared.

[Ah...... It turned out to be a call from him......] Han Jue was arrested, and his face was a little hot.

"Maybe I'm doing something very private? Aren't you Americans the most privacy-conscious?...... It should be, right?" Han Jue blurted out the knowledge points of his previous life.

However, when he said the words, he suddenly realized that the common sense of his previous life could not be used for reference to a large extent.

Really......

"Ha, your sarcasm is so ironic, it doesn't sound like discrimination at all, haha, awesome, wow, awesome!" Jalens gritted his teeth and applauded Han Jue.

Han Jue sighed, and his shoulders suddenly collapsed.

Jarenz's eyes lit up, and suddenly, he rushed up and slammed his shoulder into the door.

"Boom. ”

Jarenz's emaciated body was bounced back by the door.

Jarenz's messy long hair was shocked to his eyes, and he looked very embarrassed.

"......" Han Jue blinked.

Feeling that the air was about to freeze, I felt that this door would not open until it was opened.

Then Han Jue could only rush to the side of the landlord and pull the door open before the landlord could kick him out in anger.

"I was working on a piece just now, a very rare piece, so I was very focused, and my phone was also silent, so I couldn't hear it. I also took off my headphones before I heard a knock on the door. Han Jue moved his gaze to prevent Jalens from seeing the baseball bat, and opened his eyes and explained nonsense, "I didn't pretend to be there. ”

Jalens glared at Han Jue fiercely before brushing his messy hair and walking in.

"Actually, I would suggest that if you want to find a reason, it would be better to say that you have a female companion in your room and that you are bringing joy to each other. Jalens entered, swept past the living room, and went straight to the bedroom.

"It's tempting to do so, but I'm really creating. Han Jue followed unhurriedly behind.

Hearing Han Jue's calm and relaxed tone, Jalens looked back at Han Jue and said:

"So I'm going to see what you wrote, you'd better not lie to me, otherwise I'll let you move out, and Xia Yuan won't say anything. ”

Han Jue shrugged.

Jalens and Han Jue came to the study, there was a computer on the desk, and the electronic organ was on the edge of the desk, ninety degrees perpendicular to the desk, which could half-surround Han Jue when he sat in.

Jalens leaned in to look, and sure enough, the five lines on the electronic keyboard were half a page of notes.

"That's it?"

"What do you mean by [only so little]? Why is it so little, shouldn't you take the corresponding responsibility?" Han Jue was speechless, "What are you coming to me for?"

"I was going to have you write the soundtrack for the movie, but now I've changed my mind, you, come and play. Jalens looked at Han Jue and pointed to the electronic keyboard.

"Prove it, the so-called rare tune that you can't hear a knock on the door for five minutes. If you really play a good tune, the job is yours, free of charge, extended for three months, that is, a total of six months. You didn't play it well, you didn't even have a job with the theme song, that's all. Jalens pointed to the keyboard, then took a step back, clasped his hands, and waited to see the play.

"You're pretty unreasonable. Han Jue sighed.

"When I was in the capital, people from various film companies were also so unreasonable to me, and now it's just my turn. Jalens confessed.

Han Jue thinks that this landlord must have had a very embarrassing experience in Huaxia. So much so that now he is suspicious and has thorns all over his body.

[Let's take it as an interview.] 】

Han Jue didn't play with personality, after all, the money that was enough for his wayward hadn't arrived yet, and the six months of free rent was really exciting!

Han Jue sat on the stool in front of the electronic piano, picked up the sheet music, and looked at it.

The power of the electronic organ was always on, but Han Jue did not use the electronic organ to play, but brought the guitar.

Jalens stood by with a blank face, waiting, watching.

Han Jue hugged the guitar and was silent for a while.

At this time, the sky outside the window was gloomy, and the study was not lit, and the heating was turned on, but it made people feel cold visually.

The wind was blowing outside the window, and the sound of car tires running over the sewer pipe cover could be faintly heard in the distance.

Jalens began to shake his toes impatiently.

Han Juecai finally started to play.

"Oh~Oh~"

The crisp sound of the piano sounded in the quiet study.

The gray and bleak study room makes the sound of the piano seem very ethereal.

Jalens held his breath.

The combination of overtones and dotted strings, repetitive, the aftermath of the vibrating strings, puts Jalens in the middle of a vast valley of snow. One by one, the snowflakes spun and fell onto his shoulders.

This tight, repetitive sound is not boring to listen to.

After that, Han Jue pressed the strings and was quiet for a few seconds, and when he played the strings again, the sound of the piano was no longer ethereal before, but sad and low.

It's like walking in the snow, but you can't find your way back, and you can't find a place to belong.

Jalens has already listened with his eyes closed, he doesn't have much appreciation for music, he only knows that in this kind of music, it seems to be telling a mood, and it is also like telling a story.

As he listened, his eyes closed, and his fingers quietly swiped through the air.

[This kind of music, whether it's put into the movie or not, is very good.] Jalens thought. It would be great if such a graphic music could be put into a movie.

However, before Jalens could enjoy any more, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Han Jue holding a guitar, writing something quickly on the paper with his hand, and sometimes erasing it and rewriting it.

Jalens no longer had any restless anger in his body at this time, so he stood quietly on the side, not disturbing Han Jue, who was in a state of creation.

Finally, after Han Jue put down the pen and stretched his waist, Jalens asked:

"What's this song called?"

Han Jue picked up the teacup on the desk, thought about it, tilted his head and thought for a while, and finally gave up choosing a name:

"I didn't think about it, it doesn't matter, it's okay to call it Merry Christmas, Mr. Jarens. ”

Jalens laughed.

Han Jue didn't ask himself if he had passed the test, if he couldn't pass such a tune, Han Jue felt that he was the one who should be wronged.

"So I'm telling the truth. ”

"I believe in you. Jalens nodded.

[Finally able to speak well.] Han Jue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, so he asked:

"Are you about to start making a movie?"

Han Jue held the teacup, motioned for Jalens to sit on another stool, and handed over a can of coffee.

Jalens moved the stool over, sat opposite Han Jue, looked directly at Han Jue, and wanted to launch a blazing eye, but was blocked by the sunglasses, so Jalens moved the sunglasses down, looked at Han Jue with a look of up, and said:

"Yes!"

Han Jue tugged at the corners of his mouth and said, "So I'm going to start working soon?" ”

Jalens propped up his hands as if he were holding big balls, and said, "I want to make a movie that belongs to me!"

"Well, well, then what type of movie is it?" Han Jue nodded.

“我不知道！反正是一部属于我的电影！”贾伦斯十分豪气。

"You don't know?!" Han Jue's eyes widened.

A person who is about to start filming doesn't know what kind of movie this so-called [movie of his own] is?!

[Did I join some leather bag film company?] Han Jue had to think so. It's so unreliable.

"All I know is that I'm going to let you arrogant Chinese people open their eyes and see it! American movies can have a place in China! We Americans can make good movies!" Jalens was enthusiastic, clenching his fists and waving them.

"Ah...... Very ambitious. But isn't it inappropriate for you to always say anything in front of me like this [you Huaxia people, you Huaxia people]?" Han Jue leaned back, as if he was very worried about being hit by Jarens's fist.

"But you're from Huaxia!"

"But I'm not arrogant. ”

"You are only a minority, believe me, although Huaxia is the freest and most equal country in the world, but the secret discrimination is no less than the stars in the sky!"

What a terrible analogy is this...... Han Jue nodded, indicating that he was listening carefully, and wanted to distinguish himself from those arrogant other Chinese natives and draw a clear line.

"I just wanted to make a movie, but everybody was taking me for a fool!" Jalens said, swinging his fist, fist hovering over his chest, not knowing where to go.

In the end, the fist didn't seem to find the direction of the blow, so it let go, put it down, and propped it up on the knee.

Jarens's waist is still straight, and he used this action like a bandit leader to examine whether Han Jue can participate in his movie.

Now Jarens, he let out a long sigh, like an ambitious bandit leader, and finally found himself less and less alive.

"I just...... I just want to make a movie. ”

Jalens said with his head down.

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Note: Pure music "Merry Christmas Mr. Larence" - Ryuichi Sakamoto

The guitar version of this article is based on the version of Kotaro Oshio.