After Han Jue took the notebook, he sat on the edge of Xia Yuan and flipped through it.

He himself doesn't know which movies from his past life are mixed with these more brainstorming-like introductions. There are even good sentences from literary books.

"Are you planning to write a script?" Xia Yuan asked casually as he picked up the fruit that Han Jue had brought over.

"yes. Han Jue replied casually.

"You don't want to work hard to be a singer, an actor, or a superstar or something in the promising career of an artist, but you plan to be a ......" Xia Yuan tilted his head to look at Han Jue's expression, as if confirming something, "Screenwriter?"

"How do I feel like you look down on screenwriters? Screenwriters, like journalists, are also writers, so we don't have to kill each other. Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan with disgust.

"Didn't look down on it, I was just surprised. Seeing that you don't know how to learn on the surface, I didn't expect to be secretly writing a script behind your back. Incredible. Xia Yuan shook his head.

Han Jue rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

In fact, my heart is still a little empty, objectively speaking, according to the fool's appearance and knowledge reserve of the predecessor, one day suddenly said that he was writing a script behind his back, which made others know that he was afraid that he would really be laughed to death.

However, after observing and getting along with Han Jue many times, Xia Yuan was more likely to accept this matter.

"I see that you should have made up a lot of cultural classes in the past few years, and you are self-motivated. Xia Yuan picked up the "Manga Shonen Weekly" and said, turning the comics into a loud voice.

Han Jue bit the apple to himself, ignoring Xia Yuan's jokes.

"Then again, you started writing the script because of Lao Jia's movie?" Xia Yuan asked.

"That's not it, I've been writing it for a long time. ”

Han Jue has always made up a lot of film and television content in this world, but only input but not output is by no means a healthy way to absorb it. So there are some short stories, but more of them are fragmented plots, which can be regarded as accumulating materials.

For example, in the literary and artistic area next to the film studio, I saw Xia Yuan for the first time and witnessed Xia Yuan piercing the lie of a fake artist, and Han Jue wrote down this process.

"When you used to sing and dance and become an artist, I didn't even hear you talk about it in interviews or interviews. Xia Yuan was surprised, judging from the information she collected, Han Jue's temperament, which has been floating in the sky since his debut, can he hide this kind of heart?

"You don't understand, I used to focus on making money, enduring humiliation for my dreams, and I was an artist. Han Jue said half-truthfully.

"Don't be funny. The corners of Xia Yuan's mouth were raised, looking very disdainful, "I never believe in the words [make money first and then pursue artistic dreams]. ”

Han Jue raised his eyebrows: "What?" ”

"If you want to express yourself in art, the starting point is narcissism. And no one, after betraying his principles, is able to maintain a pure relationship with life. I've seen too many people who say they need to be satisfied with their financial resources before expressing themselves. Those who make movies say that they want to make money-making movies first, and those who write scripts say that they must first write scripts that are in line with the market, heh, this is a kind of self-deception. They will never again make the movies they want to make and write the scripts they want to write again. ”

"That's why I think people who have the idea of making money first and then pursuing their artistic dreams can't become artists in the end. Xia Yuan concluded.

After Han Jue listened, he was silent for a while, trying to struggle: "But, who is that, didn't he write a lot of bestsellers to make money, and later wrote a serious literature with a warm response?" I wanted to give an example, but I didn't do it well, so I could only tell a general impression of the gossip I saw on my phone not long ago.

Xia Yuan raised her eyebrows, it seemed that she also knew who Han Jue was talking about.

When Han Juezheng thought that he could make Xia Yuan choke, Xia Yuan sarcastically said mercilessly:

"Forget it. His book is the most useless book since "How to Learn Huaxia" was translated into Huaxia. ”

“……”

Han Jue was not originally the kind of person who would be influenced by others, but when he heard Xia Yuan's words, he suddenly panicked, purely because he remembered his past life.

Yes, since when did you write things that you don't want to be recognized as a work? I obviously just want to save enough instant noodle money for half a year, and then I lock myself up and write an ambitious work that satisfies me.

But after compromising again and again, and years have passed, has he ever rejoiced in writing a good play that he is satisfied with? Has he ever expressed it heartily or satisfied his creative desires?

It seems that there is no more.

Did you get your wish? No, no.

[What about this life?]

Han Jue's eyes couldn't help but be in a trance for a while.

On the side, Xia Yuan saw that Han Jue was in a daze, and he didn't care, so he tuned the channel, and the pictures flowed one after another. The TV sometimes sounds the laughter of the audience, sometimes the sweet singing of the idol of the girl group, and sometimes the nervous music of the animals hunting......

But these sounds and pictures, Han Jue couldn't listen to or see them.

He was immersed in his thoughts:

Find a job to support yourself, and then slowly stop playing, stop writing stories, and watch movies and anime comics every day, so that you die?

Staying at home and salting fish, it's cool to be cool, but won't you get tired of it?

In such a good era, just entertain yourself at home, make music that pleases you, and write a story that only you can understand? And then one day the music is finished, the story is finished, and what about it?

Don't create anymore?

Han Jue suddenly thought of a sentence posted on the desk in his previous life. This sentence can make Han Jue obediently pick up the pen and continue to write with a sigh every time he drops the pen and lifts the table to be lazy. It can be said that this sentence is a beacon of his creation:

When you stop creating, your talents are no longer important, and all you have is your taste. And taste will hold you hostage, make you repulsive and narrow-minded. So, create. 】

Viewer or creator? The former is safe, the latter dangerous.

Han Jue recalled that in this life, he improved his piano skills, practiced his singing skills, and sang in front of thousands of people after creating a song with difficulty, looking at the vigorous happiness on the faces of the audience in front of him, the happiness in his heart was like when he was not working in his previous life, he took advantage of the class in school, and finally wrote a good story, and then shared it with his friends, looking at the amazement on the faces of his classmates, listening to the sigh of amazement, and feeling very satisfied.

This long-lost pleasure made Han Jue react all at once.

He seemed accustomed to living in the danger of creation.

Before you know it, creation has become a part of life.

To make him really like a salted fish, lying down doing nothing, not expressing anything, this is almost torture.

Thinking like this, the irritability in Han Jue's heart due to confusion in recent days suddenly dissipated.

The mind is spinning a thousand times, but in reality, it is only a short moment.

At this moment, Han Jue's whole person was a lot lighter.

There seems to be a lot of sweat oozing from the back, and in the warm air-conditioned room, people want to take off their clothes and fight a few sets of military body punches.

The colors of the scene Han Jue saw in front of him seemed to have become a little more distinct, and the sounds in the TV set also reached his ears more clearly. Even Xia Yuan looks a little better than usual.

It seems that the last time she moved, she always stepped on the time every time she was hesitating. Always let him face his heart again and again.

Is this woman the devil?

[Am I guilty of slapping myself in the face?] Han Jue couldn't help but laugh dumbly when he thought of his original wish, [It shouldn't be counted. Celebrities still don't come to be, whoever likes to be them. As for me, I'm the creator. 】

"Come, eat apples. Han Jue solved the knot in his heart at once, and everything was pleasing to the eye. He graciously handed Xia Yuan an apple.

"What are you asking me for?" Xia Yuan didn't stretch out his hand to take it, but looked at Han Jue with a suspicious expression and asked.

"Am I such a person?" Han Jue said indignantly. I took the apple back and nibbled on it myself.

It's so sweet.

Xia Yuan frowned and felt that Han Juexiu was amused, inexplicably, and didn't look to see if the half of the apple in her hand had been eaten.

Xia Yuan ignored Han Jue, turned his head and continued to look for the program, and finally stopped the channel on a music program.

is a chart-playing show called "Music Storm", and at this time it is a girl group dancing and singing beautifully.

"It's so beautiful. Xia Yuan said.

"yes, it's pretty. Han Jue agreed.

"This seems to be a new girl group launched by Sands Entertainment. ”

“…… It's also good-looking, but the song can't be good. Han Jue said solemnly, with a look of [I am analyzing professionally].

Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue, and stopped complaining, and when he thought of something, he said: "Listen to Yinzi, you wrote a song about Te Niu B to Zhang Yiman." ”

"It's really awesome. Han Jue nodded in agreement, "You can fight ten at a time." ”

"Can I write this sentence into the report?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Ahem, I'm kidding. Actually, that song is okay, I personally like it, and the public doesn't know about it. But that song only showed half of my level. Han Jue said modestly.

"Yes, why don't you sing it now?" Xia Yuan turned his head and searched for Han Jue's instrument in the room.

"Don't don't, don't be funny, I'm not Teacher Zhang. "Han Jue is very self-aware, and he is expected to have a car accident if he sings this song now.

Xia Yuan is not strong, after all, Han Jue is not her child, there is no way to say that if she sneaks out to show her talent, she will show her talent.

"By the way, Yinzi sent me to ask you if you would be interested in writing a ballad for him. ”

"Are you beating around the bush?" Han Jue said expressionlessly.

"Nope. Xia Yuan was very calm.

"Okay. Han Jue nodded, "How much money is he going to give?"

"He didn't say, you can ask him yourself. But how much did Zhang Yiman spend on the song you played in the gym competition of "Singer"?"

Han Jue shook his head and said, "Don't ask, you can't sell other people's songs at the same price as the songs sold to Teacher Zhang." ”

"Yo. Xia Yuan squinted, smirked evilly, and stabbed Han Jue's waist with his elbow.

"Don't make a fuss. Han Jue twisted his body to dodge.

Then he lay back, exhaled, and said with emotion:

"No way, I originally planned to be a self-depraved waste after retirement, but because I met Mr. Zhang, I gave up this idea. ”

Whether it was "Let's Be in Love" when he met Zhang Yiman as a partner, or Zhang Yiman led Han Jue's music to get started and improved, or Zhang Yiman selflessly found a job for Han Jue and gave Han Jue a reason to create music.

It can be said that without meeting Zhang Yiman, Han Jue's life would be very different.

may become a handsome salted fish, may become an Internet celebrity or joker, may become a screenwriter gunman...... At least he will definitely not be exposed to music, and music will not become Han Jue's ability to make a living.

So for Han Jue, it was really a lucky thing to meet Zhang Yiman.

"You're so obscene. Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue's expression and said with a frown.

"you. Han Jue came back to his senses from his emotion and scolded back angrily.