When other children thought that people would naturally have money when they grew up, Han Jue knew that money was something that had to be earned with his life.

Whether Han Jue is in an orphanage or out of an orphanage, he has always been frugal and living alone, and his poor life and poor residence make him feel inferior, and he rarely goes to his friends' houses, just because he is afraid that one day it will be their turn to come to his house. Over time, people become unsociable.

Even if the conditions were better later and he lived in a house with a clean corridor, for a long time, he never invited friends to his home. This is the disease of "poor heart" that fell when I was a child. Later, I was on guard in my heart, and regarded my home as the deepest and most private place, and I easily didn't let people come. It wasn't until later that his girlfriend adjusted his mentality.

Judging from Han Jue's experience in his two lives, it is the first time that so many people have been accommodated in his home.

Because the house has been idle for more than a week, it has a dull smell. Han Jue opened the window to ventilate it, but was quickly stopped by everyone.

The heating didn't heat up for a while. From a warm place to a cold place, everyone shrunk their arms, their spirits were gone, and they were languishing one by one. He refused to even sit on the floor, huddled on the sofa one by one.

You can't drink the wine. Xia Yuan beckoned Han Jue and went to the kitchen to prepare hot drinks and hot tea.

No one complained that there were not enough chairs, not enough heating, not even food. Everyone else was chatting in the living room.

For a while, the "what" and "want" in Sichuan Province, the "ah" in the magic capital, and the "Ma La Bazi" in the capital sounded in this living room.

In the kitchen, listening to the bustle outside, Xia Yuan asked Han Jue, "You don't think they are too naturally familiar, do you?"

"To be honest, a little," Han Jue tilted his head and bared his teeth, "It's quite uncomfortable." ”

"Don't blame them. Because we used to talk about you occasionally, this time or twice, they said they really wanted to get to know you. Today is an opportunity. Xia Yuan sprinkled a pinch of tea leaves into the cup.

"Talk about me, what are you talking about me?" Han Jue was surprised.

"It's interesting to talk about what you're doing in the United States. ”

Han Jue has never cared about these things, and he doesn't know how maverick he is among Chinese artists. It is not strange to go to the United States on the map, but it is strange that the United States has done a good job, and there is no dissatisfaction.

It can be said that it is the most "American" existence among Chinese artists.

In the tone of some conspiracy theories, there was also the remark that [Han Jue was already playing a big game of chess].

Then, several of them are still fans of Zhang Yiman. Xia Yuan added.

Han Jue felt that this was the real reason why he was often talked about.

Xia Yuan smiled, turned his head to look at Han Jue, and asked, "How did I think about that suggestion just now?" ”

Han Jue didn't answer right away.

In the kitchen, only the induction kettle was boiling, making a gurgling sound.

Han Jue didn't speak, Xia Yuan didn't rush to speak, and the two of them each stared at something and began to be stunned.

But under Han Jue's calm face, his thoughts were more chaotic.

He knew what Xia Yuan was asking.

Screenplay.

He had been writing scripts for ten years in his previous life. From the initial writing of jokes, to advertising scripts, to online dramas, to being a gunman for TV drama screenwriters, and then to street movie scripts, Han Jue spent ten years.

Among them, he was owed the final payment, went to the door to ask for money but was always prevaricated, was stolen from his creativity, and couldn't afford to spend a lawsuit, was crossed by the river and demolished the bridge and the empty glove script, the script was written, and all the efforts were in vain.

Han Jue survived all of this. If it weren't for the love in his heart to support him, Han Jue would have changed careers long ago.

In this world, even though Han Jue now makes a living from music, he has never given up his passion for writing stories in addition to making music. Although it has been more than half a year, Han Jue has never really written a complete script. But he's always ready to tell a good story.

Even he planned to do a good job of the music first, prop up the studio, and when he had money to spare, he would bring the funds to invest in a script he wrote.

Now there is an opportunity in front of me to bring his script to the big screen.

But Han Jue had concerns. The social survival experience of his previous life taught him that things that are too taken for granted are often dangerous in the end.

He didn't know if this crew would end up like the crew before Jalens and disperse......

Movies are not professional, and they can't be made at all. His script is also a good choice of directors and actors. Just like the songs he took out, if the singer can't sing well, Han Jue would rather those songs rot in the book than appear in the form of defective products.

"I'll take another look. Han Jue broke the silence with a voice.

Xia Yuan nodded and didn't say anything.

The two brought the hot tea to the living room, and Han Jue also contributed the snacks he had saved. In fact, there is a breakfast shop not far downstairs, but none of these slackers will go downstairs to buy it.

Back in the living room, Han Jue still habitually stood at the edge of the crowd, acting as a bystander to observe everyone.

But this time, everyone didn't let him go.

The topic is talking about Zhang Yiman. One is speaking with great interest.

Han Jue glanced at Xia Yuan, who nodded at him. Han Jue knew that this was Zhang Yiman's fan.

Han Jue looked at this Zhang Yiman's fan, and inexplicably had a good impression. It's a bit incredible, but it's really felt.

It's just that the level of fanaticism is a bit beyond imagination.

"If you want me to say, no one can stop Teacher Zhang's charm! No one!" the man looked resolute and waved his hand vigorously.

"What you see, what they want you to see. Don't put too much faith in television. Another person disagreed.

"It just so happens that Han Jue is here, you ask Han Jue," the person before was in a hurry, and asked Han Jue, "Teacher Zhang is the same in front and behind the stage, there is no one to set up, right?"

"Ask, where is the real silly white sweet now?"

"Silly Bai Tian, friend, your description is inappropriate," Han Jue's brows furrowed suddenly, "This word is full of prejudice. Haven't you read the good book "Huaxia Dictionary"? Isn't it good to describe her as simple and ignorant of the world?"

"Oh~" When the others heard Han Jue's prickly choking words, they leaned back one by one, laughing and watching the excitement and coaxing. Even the spirits are much more uplifted.

The person who was scolded by Han Jue was not even annoyed, he said: "Don't worry, there are three main reasons why I said this. First, I had dinner with Chen Tianwang and talked about whether some simple jade girls in the entertainment industry are real, and he said that whoever believes in these media is a fool; second, there are no pure artists in the entertainment industry in the real sense; third, her father is a director of Aidu, and she probably knows better than the vast majority of artists in the circle about how to operate the image. ”

Han Jue sighed, looked at each other, and retorted one by one: "Your first reason is that you want to show off, the second reason is purely stereotypical, and the third reason is motive speculation. It's okay not to like her, but not to the point of being a scarecrow, really. ”

The other party froze and couldn't speak with his mouth open.

"Hahahaha. ”

But the first reaction of the people at the scene was to laugh, instead of helping their old friend scare Han Jue.

This made Han Jue a little surprised, he thought that the atmosphere would drop to freezing, and then everyone broke up unhappily, but ...... Everyone felt normal when they saw Han Jue scolding that person?

"Tut-tut, it's the same as on the TV show. This is completely the male version of Xia Yuan. Song Yin said with a fluttering eyebrow.

This sentence was unanimously agreed by others. Xia Yuan also pretended to look at the friend who was scolded with pity, shaking his head sadly.

"Hahahaha. Yes, yes, even the expression is very similar!"

"Old Jia, has Han Jue ever scolded you like this before?" someone asked Jarenz.

Jalens thought about it for a moment, shook his head, and said, "No." ”

"Why? Because you didn't speak ill of Zhang Yiman?"

Jalens pondered, "Maybe it's because I'm rich?"

"Yes, since the Lord is here, let's listen to the music first," Song Yin clapped his hands vigorously, and then rubbed his palms, showing that he couldn't wait.

Han Jue shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the study, and after waiting for a while, Han Jue walked out with a sheet of music and a guitar.

"This song would be better with the organ, but not now, you can make up the brain...... Forget it, I'm going to synthesize a piece. Han Jue handed the score to Song Yin and was about to enter the study.

"Good, good. ”

"How many friends do you want to sing with?"

"Buddy...... Hey, there will be six buddies by then. ”

"Okay. ”

Han Jue turned around and went back to the study. The song is not difficult, but the lyrics are more difficult, Han feels that when he goes back to the study to fill in the lyrics, he has to change some earth words such as [Chang Kaishen] and [**].

That's twenty minutes.

When Han Jue came out, he saw that some people were already drowsy. Song Yin was holding the guitar and was already half asleep.

The living room was already warm, and after they had stayed up all night, the hot tea in their bellies instead of beer was relaxing, and people were sleepy.

Han Jue took out the guitar from Song Yin's hand and asked, "Why don't you stop playing today?"

"Hmm...... It's all here, you play first. Song Yin let the guitar be taken away, curled up on the sofa in a good position, and replied with his eyes closed.

Han Jue looked around, everyone was out of energy. Some people who barely closed their eyes may also be polite, and plan to wait for Han Jue to finish playing before offering their leave.

Except for Xia Yuan.

"Bomb, and I'm listening. Xia Yuan took a sip of water and motioned to Han Jue with his eyes [Start your performance].

Han Jue smiled, hung the guitar on his body, and found a chair to sit down.

Han Jue looked at the people in front of him so closely, and thought to himself, fortunately, he now has stage experience, if he put it aside, this kind of private party-style performance can make his face red.

Han Jue took out his phone and pressed the play button.

The next moment, connected to the wireless speaker in the living room, the sound of a bouncy and undulating organ sounded.

The voice is not low, even a little positive, but it is inexplicably gloomy, like a leaf swirling and falling to the ground in autumn. It's like Don Quixote's farewell song on the windmill road.

An indescribable sadness filled the living room.

People who are sleepy, from the moment this melody enters their ears, the drowsiness suddenly disappears. Some people opened their eyes and waited intently for Han Jue's performance, while others wanted to close their eyes and feel good.

Han Jue was already immersed in his brewing emotions. What he was thinking about was what had happened in Jarens's house before.

On the road to upholding ideals, it is not all smooth sailing. But with friends who support them, people can be brave like warriors who will never return, fighting in reality. Jarens, on the other hand, was lucky to have a group of friends who understood him and could make friends.

[What a envy. Han Jue sighed in his heart.

The organ ends. The guitar in Han Jue's hand and the singing voice were connected at the same time.

[Ah friend, we thought the old area was a long thing, sometimes it was overnight~]

[I saw my pale self in the mirror in the early morning, like a disappearing meteor~]

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