Sometimes, the inconsistencies of love and death quietly happen in completely unsuspecting situations, forcing you to witness.

The death of his predecessor mother left him with a permanent memory, and that memory was not dimmed and worn away by age, but was like a bronze mirror that was constantly wiped and brightened.

So much so that when the predecessor found that no one could love, he chose to end himself in the same way as his mother. The first few times, shallow and partial, and this last time, it seems that there is no attachment to the world.

Whether it is the rumors that are spreading more and more on the Internet, or the revelations of neighbors, the details of the death of the predecessor's mother are vague, and it seems to be cloudy and foggy, and it sounds like a stall literature. Han Jue also saw the details in the diary of his predecessor who was a few years older.

There are traces of the consciousness of every creation, and the design of each combination punch must reach the point of a blow. In the eyes of others, he took the initiative to tear open the scabbed wound and show it to others. But in Han Jue's opinion, he is ending this topic. Shift focus. From discussing other people's privacy, to discussing the quality of the song. Discussion works can at least be appreciated and embraced.

Han Jue sang the story of his predecessor in one go, as if he had completed some kind of fate. When the last word fell, Han Jue wanted to cry for a moment, but in the end he just sighed.

When I opened my eyes, I met the producer outside the glass, and the producer gestured two thumbs up. It was originally a good picture, but the cameraman shot this thumb from different angles, and the producer was not allowed to quickly withdraw his hand, turning it up and down, which was very eye-catching.

Han Jue put down his headphones, opened the door of the recording studio and went out. It's like running a long distance, but the body is weak but enjoying the relaxation brought by the stroll, supporting the tired eyelids, like the eyes when walking in the bright sun.

The producer applauded, praised, and said that there was nothing wrong with it, and then as long as the lyrical content was combined with Zhang Yiman, and finally the mixer helped again, the song was roughly completed.

[Hey, what about the stupid girl?] Han Jue looked at the work of the computer screen for a while, and then suddenly realized that Zhang Yiman was not hanging around, no wonder he felt that something was missing.

When I looked at it, I found that I was sitting on the sofa with my back to this side, and there was no cameraman on the side.

Han Jue walked over and said, "Silly girl, uh...... What's wrong with you?"

In order to cover up his slip of the tongue, Han Jue's tone was anxious like that of a Manchu widow, and he was sincerely afraid, so he went out to help Zhang Yiman cut people if he didn't agree with him.

However, when Zhang Yiman heard Han Jue's past movements, he immediately buried his face in the crack of the sofa, always turning his back to Han Jue.

"Don't come over uncle, I, I don't look good crying, you don't want to, come here, talk to me. ”

The cameraman who came with him looked at Han Jue with the eyes of "she said she didn't want to talk to you".

Zhang Yiman lay on the sofa on her side, her red hair falling out, revealing a fair, slender, curvaceous neck on one side. It's just that Han Jue watched the hair tremble slightly, and listened to Zhang Yiman's choked up and broken voice, and his heart softened suddenly. He knew why this stupid girl was crying like this. What an emotionally kind silly girl.

"What, you want me to come and talk to you? Okay. Han Jue heard Zhang Yiman's words, and instead of leaving, he squatted on the edge of the sofa and clumsily tried to talk.

It's a very naïve approach, but it's very suitable for Zhang Yiman.

Then the two of them were like children.

Director Wang next door showed a motherly smile. It's very gratifying, very gratifying. This imaginary couple finally has a bit of what this show should be. Their small progress is a big step for the show.

Hearing Han Jue's rogue words, Zhang Yiman stretched out a hand behind his back towards Han Jue, wanting to hit him.

Han Jue leaned over to dodge, and dubbed when he was hit, like a person with high skills in a martial arts movie, punching to the flesh, and the sound was in his ears.

After a while, Han Jue waited for Zhang Yiman to stop fighting, and then asked, "Little girl, what is on your mind?" ”

"I don't have anything on my mind, I just think those people are excessive. Zhang Yiman's voice was muffled, and he didn't cry anymore, but he still sobbed occasionally.

Han Jue knew who Zhang Yiman was talking about. "It doesn't matter, people are only willing to believe what they want to believe, it makes no sense to force them to be calm, and the same is true for love. ”

"But some of them don't know you at all, so they scold and speak so badly. ”

"Let them talk, it's a waste of time to reason with a group of people who can govern the world with a keyboard, I don't want such fans to post money to me, I wish they didn't like me. It's the same with love. ”

"You do everything like love. Zhang Yiman wanted to hit Han Jue again.

Han Jue smiled and said: "I will only say chicken soup like this, no matter what I say, as long as I add a sentence [love is the same] at the end, everything will become chicken soup." ”

Zhang Yiman burst into tears and laughed.

"Uncle, you're not suitable for chicken soup, it's not in line with your personality. Zhang Yiman covered his face with his hands and turned around, only a pair of crooked eyes appeared from between his fingers, looking at Han Jue.

Han Jue turned his face and said solemnly: "Really, but I heard that people who have traveled through the Ghost Gate Pass tend to become more open-minded, indifferent, quiet and far-reaching, and even able to see through life and death with high understanding, so the chicken soup for the soul is often more fragrant and delicious than ordinary people, and it is tear-jerking, and you now say that I am not suitable for boiling chicken soup?"

After Han Jue finished speaking, he approached and questioned Zhang Yiman with a fierce look, Zhang Yiman laughed and screamed and turned his body around again, closed his eyes, and curled up into a ball.

In the end, what Zhang Yiman waited for was a palm rubbing her head.

Zhang Yiman's body relaxed and tightened, allowing Han Jue to ruffle her hair, lying in front of her owner like an unreserved puppy, very reluctantly.

Director Wang grinned motionlessly and stared at the screen, smirking, laughing until he didn't know it, like a fool.

Han Jue didn't think much about it, but just sighed at the girl's innocence, and sincerely hoped that the other party would be lucky to keep it.

Han Jue saw that Zhang Yiman was no longer crying, so he went to the recording table to check the final product.

"Uncle, is there a complete song in that lyrical part, or is there only four sentences?" Zhang Yiman returned to a lively state and asked curiously. She doesn't have heavy makeup on her face, even if she cries with tears, just wipe it with a tissue, she is not afraid of the camera at all, and she doesn't need to touch up her makeup at all.

Hearing Zhang Yiman's question, Han Jue remembered that the lyrical part he gave just now was an interception of another song, so he said, "It's a complete one, do you want to sing it?"

"Really, I want to sing, I want to sing~ What is that song called?" Zhang Yiman said happily when he met a good song and had the opportunity to sing it.

""Your Eyes, find time to write it for you. Han Jue also smiled. The song "Your Eyes" was put in Zhang Yiman's hands, and it was not buried in this song at all. Han Jue is even looking forward to hearing the full version of her singing more than Zhang Yiman. Without him, he misses the works of his previous life, and if he can't sing well, he will be even worse.

"It's so well written, uncle, I envy you for creating, I can't write anything. Zhang Yiman's face was full of regret. Her experience is still not enough to support her creative ability.

"Actually, there is no need to envy people who are particularly expressive. You must know that if a person can describe your feelings exactly and then accurately pierce your heart, then the same sadness, loneliness and pain will be ten times worse than your feelings. Han Jue said lightly.

"Uncle, are you ten times more painful than mine?" Zhang Yiman's eyes were vaguely flashing with tears.

"Okay, it's about 1.734 times yours. Han Jue calculated solemnly.

"Ah, uncle, you learn from me!" Zhang Yiman was annoyed, his nose wrinkled, and he wanted to hit Han Jue again.

"Eh, it's time, let's go for a walk, let's eat. What do you want to eat?" Han Jue looked at the watch that didn't exist at all, and changed the subject.

"Hmm, I want to eat ......" Zhang Yiman stopped his anger, poked his chin with his fingers, and thought about it.