In the end, the farce still didn't start.

Zhang Yiman was led to the position by Han Jue, and the staff behind him came out to apologize, but they didn't know how to apologize, and finally the two sides stood for a while, dispersed, and tacitly did not mention it again.

After that, under the gentle prompting of the flight attendant, everyone took their places, and after a while, after the plane flew, and then the tidbits of the recording began.

The girl's mind is probably like the clouds outside the window of the plane at this time, erratic and unpredictable.

Before, he looked like he was going to break off his friendship with Han Jue and never get along, but now when he sits in his seat, he moves like a rabbit again.

"So you gave me two punches inexplicably because of those lyrics?" Han Jue touched his belly and grinned his teeth, as if he had suffered an internal injury.

"Hmph, it's not inexplicable. Zhang Yiman flashed his little fist and said triumphantly.

"If you write a song like that, everyone will think that we are just acting in a variety show, so ...... There is no sense of reality, a sense of reality, a sense of substitution, you know, that is, it will be very fake, the audience will find it very boring, and then ...... Then our ratings will drop!" Zhang Yiman said very seriously. The fingers made a downward gesture, or jumped off the cliff.

[Aren't we just acting in a variety show?!] Han Jue asked in surprise with his eyes.

However, Han Jue's frightened and inexplicable eyes were mistaken by Zhang Yiman for thinking that he realized how serious the matter was.

"So, you can't write songs like that again. ”

"Why?" Han Jue was shocked.

"I told you just now, why, didn't you listen?" Zhang Yiman wrinkled his little nose and was very angry. I kind of understood why Sister Qin became so angry after explaining again and again.

"But it's the same with 'Boy', and you seem to like it. Han Jue asked. He saw the stupid girl's micro-special, and knew that the [boy] did not refer to himself as netizens said.

When Zhang Yiman heard this, he was a little happy that the code he left was understood, but at the same time he was a little angry:

"It's not the same, "Boy" and "Bloody Love Story" are both nostalgic, and they are relieved of their feelings, you have to write such a song, otherwise the ratings will fall down with a bang. Zhang Yiman made another downward gesture.

"Have you ever been in a relationship? How do you know relieved?"

"I've read five hundred and seventy-three romances!" Zhang Yiman drew a five, proudly speaking.

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

Han Jue doesn't plan to argue with the stupid girl anymore, thinking about it, there are probably not too many opportunities to sing in the future, and what is important about the future songs that are relieved.

When he performed at [Alley Bar] before, he was indeed too obsessed with the feelings of his previous life, so that the songs he chose were more affectionate, which inevitably gave people an unforgettable look of his old love.

But he knows that with the passage of time, the relationship will eventually sink, although it is a manifestation of infatuation that pops up from time to time, but it is not good to make a whole day only talk about love, and if you fall out of love, you will become a waste. At least after a few months, he has changed a lot now, and he is not as painful as before.

"Uncle, what are you doing these days, I haven't seen you on TV. Zhang Yiman asked.

[Be a wasted person.] 】

"I'm now studying the development process of China's film and television industry, analyzing those significant nodes, and also doing market research. "In fact, I often go to the cinema, and when I go home, I watch those classic movies on the Internet, and when I am interested, I occasionally write something by myself.

"Ah, that's professional!" exclaimed the silly girl.

Han Jue pressed his hand down, indicating that he was low-key, and signaled that there was a camera in front of him.

"What else?"

"If there is anything else, that is," Han Jue touched his chin, his eyes were deep, and said, "Write songs, use life as the material, use imagination as inspiration, and make some creations." ”

After a day of watching a movie outside, I came home and took a pleasant hot bath in the bathroom, and I was in a very happy mood, and I unconsciously hummed many songs from my previous life. For this reason, Han Jue also specially prepared a voice recorder outside the shower curtain, so as not to forget it after washing. Very useful.

In addition, he is currently busy with film and television, and he rarely picks up the guitar, let alone meditates on creation.

Music is all about spontaneous composition.

"Hmph. Zhang Yiman seemed to think of something again, first snorted vigorously, and then said something else:

"Uncle, hurry up and prepare a song for an album for me, I will definitely ask you to write a song for me at that time." I'm running a lot of trips a day, doing a lot of shows, learning a lot of things, and my popularity is going up a lot, and the next album I can ask you to write songs for me, and then you can't write love songs like that, and then ......."

"And then, uncle, do you like her that much?"

Zhang Yiman said that he hesitated for a while, and finally asked in a muffled voice, looking very mindful.

Han Jue looked at the camera in front of him, tilted his head and thought for a while, before he said very relaxedly:

"I like it, I love it. ”

He knew that these words should not be said in a show that focused on love, but he has not been worried so much since he first recorded it, and there is no reason to cherish his feathers when he becomes famous.

Anyway, the final editing right is with the director, and the director thinks it's inappropriate, so he cuts it out.

Now that the stupid girl asked, then he will also answer.

Zhang Yiman raised his eyes to look at Han Jue, and when he saw Han Jue, his whole person became very soft, and his aura seemed to be full of the word "like". Zhang Yiman saw it in his eyes and waited for Han Jue's next words.

"But, after all, there's no way to be together. Han Jue's eyes fluttered, and he looked very helpless.

"Why can't we be together?" Zhang Yiman saw that Han Jue's expression at this time showed that he was immersed in a special memory, so her voice was soft, as if not to wake up Han Jue.

"We're too far away," Han Jue adjusted his sitting posture to make his narrative more comfortable, "If I want to see her, there are only two ways, one is to dream, and the other is to die." ”

In this way, to the ears of others, I only feel that this relationship is very completely broken, and I can't see it in the normal way, either the dead people, or the old and dead don't get along.

Zhang Yiman thought a little more.

She "knew the inside story" early, although she usually behaved stupidly, but she knew that it was because she was too lazy to use her brain!

When I was in school, the teacher always said that she was very smart, but she just didn't want to use her brain!

As to who took Han Jue's diary, or who had the opportunity to spread Han Jue's diary, Zhang Yiman has always had a guess in his heart.

The current situation is that the uncle probably still likes that woman, but because the fact that the woman did it is too much, the uncle is reluctant to see her again!

So, the current liking will eventually become relieved. Just a few more reliefs like in "Bloody Love Story".

"You can't even see her anymore, so you'll slowly like other people in the future, right?" Zhang Yiman asked tentatively.

Han Jue pondered for a while before shaking his head and saying, "Love should occupy most of a person's energy, and it will make a person leave his original life and become a lover, which is not easy."

And now, living a life alone, eating and sleeping all day long, beating Doudou, it's good. ”

Besides, exhaustion, not life and death, is the bitterness of love. It's not so easy to meet people who don't tire both parties out over time.

For love, Zhang Yiman obviously doesn't know too much, he wants to persuade Han Jue but doesn't know how to persuade him, if he has to persuade him, he is afraid that he will seem straightforward and make others think too much. In the end, I can only give up, thinking that I will check the Internet when I get home, and persuade me next time.

"What are you eating, sleeping, and beating Doudou! Uncle, you are an artist, you have to be a little more motivated!"

"There are also artists who are not motivated. I'm a new style. Han Jue pillowed his hands behind his head, and every cell was saying [I'm just not motivated, I'm just not motivated!]

"But uncle, you're so talented, you can't waste it. Zhang Yiman was in a hurry.

In countless competitions, she has seen countless times the unfairness created by talent, which is something that mediocre people may not be able to fill in their lives. So I probably haven't seen someone like Han Jue, who obviously has countless people who envy and envy his talent but doesn't think about how to play it well.

"Why not? Even if I'm talented, it's mine, right?"

"No, at least part of it belongs to me!" Zhang Yiman argued.

Han Jue stared at the dead fish, and wanted to complain about how his talent had something to do with her.

Zhang Yiman also felt that this sentence was inappropriate, so he explained: "I, I mean, uncle, you promised to write a song for me, so I booked a part of your talent." ”

"Also, your talent belongs to the fans who like you. ”

Zhang Yiman opened the music software on his mobile phone, asked Han Jue to look at the comments of those listeners, and said seriously.

She is always so serious about her fans, and she always reads comments like this one by one in her free time.

Han Jue took the phone and looked at it carefully.

It's the first time he's seen these reviews, but the style of this software is similar to a certain music software in his previous life, and the comments have a very high similarity rate, confession, college entrance examination, storytelling, and war, which makes him feel familiar.

"I really like this kind of music software, and I really like everyone here. Han Jue said with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Yiman relaxed his shoulders and nodded with satisfaction.

There are many people in the music circle, although compared to the talents in the entire music circle, at present, there is not much more Han Jue, and there is a lot less Han Jue, if Han Jue does not continue to create, everyone seems to feel regret at most, and no one cares.

However, she Zhang Yiman will care, she will care.

With the importance of music to her, she felt that without Han Jue's music, there would be a lot less indescribable feelings for her now.

Zhang Yiman leaned his face over and saw a large number of comments that had nothing to do with the song, but they were all pointed high, "Look, these listeners are very touched by the songs, they write so well." ”

Han Jue glanced at Zhang Yiman and said:

"yes, that's well written. They obviously don't have any writing skills, and they can't get high scores in exams and articles, but here, they can write so many beautiful words by making up blindly, I guess this is the highlight of their literary talent, so, this kind of music software is very good. ”

Zhang Yiman still couldn't hold back after all, forgetting the advice that Sister Qin gave her before getting on the plane. He patted Han Jue on the shoulder.

"The person who writes the song~ The soul is broken~ The person who listens to the song~ The most ruthless~" Han Jue hummed a small tune, constantly flipping through those comments.

Zhang Yiman squinted at Han Jue and thought, this is such an uncle, if the uncle doesn't write songs, she will definitely be very uncomfortable.

"Uncle, don't give up music in the future, okay? Zhang Yiman listened to Han Jue humming "Outside the Peony Pavilion", and couldn't help shaking Han Jue's arm, wanting to get Han Jue's protection immediately.

Han Juewan smiled. Of course, he will not give up music now, so he has a trace of teasing Zhang Yiman, and said:

"What if I'm exhausted and can't support me with music? I'll definitely have to give up music and work hard to make money. ”

"But uncle, as you said, life is not only about what is in front of you, but also ......"

"Nope. That's me lying to you. ”

"People say it's ...... to live elsewhere"

"No. ”

“………”

"It's useless if you have poetry and distant places, and life will be punished even if you are far away. You can't fantasize about anywhere else, life is something that can only be solved on the spot. ”

"Ah......h

"You can't force someone to do something in the future. Encouragement like this, although it is quite positive, is also quite cruel. Don't you know that when a person does something he doesn't like, it can be ugly?"

Zhang Yiman's eyes widened, and he was speechless.

"That ugliness, in fact, what is ugly is not the appearance, but the ugliness of a person when he runs wildly on the road against his heart. Han Jue said softly, remembering that in his previous life, he had done things he didn't like over and over again, and those days were gray memories that he would rather forget.

"Uncle, do you hate music so much?" Zhang Yiman was a little uncomfortable with Han Jue's words, and his eyes were red.

She likes music so much, but her uncle doesn't like music so much. This made her delicate body tremble slightly, and she had indescribable grievances and discomfort.

A strand of red hair fell into Zhang Yiman's mouth and was held by her. Maybe Zhang Yiman didn't notice it, or maybe she did, but she didn't have time to care, she only looked at Han Jue with crystal eyes.

The strand of hair covered his face, like a piece of white jade, which was pitiful.

"No, it's all because of Mr. Zhang, now I like music very much. Han Jue said with a smile.

Then he looked at Zhang Yiman, who was close at hand, stretched out his hand, and pinned Zhang Yiman's hair behind his ear.

His fingers sank into his elastic face, hooked his hair out, and then carried it all the way across Zhang Yiman's cheeks and ears. Then he moved his hand and put it on the top of Zhang Yiman's head, ruffling the soft hair.

Zhang Yiman shrunk his neck and looked at Han Jue with fawn-like eyes.

It felt like the corners of the mouth, to the cheeks, to the ears, to the top of the head, and finally like a burst of electricity up and down, up and down the whole body, it became itchy and numb.