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Corleone shouted excitedly! The language is Chinese.
"This is Italian! I can prove it! I am Italian!" Corleone said as he got out from under the counter.
Xia Yuan looked at Corleone who was about to cry with excitement. When he heard what Corleone said, he squinted his eyes and looked at Han Jue, raising the corners of his mouth in a half-smile.
Seeing this smile, Han Jue knew what Xia Yuan was thinking.
"Director Han, how did you discover this newcomer? Do you have good acting skills?" Xia Yuan said.
Now even Han Jue doesn¡¯t know how to deny Xia Yuan¡¯s conspiracy theory.
A deserted small shop, the kind that can be reserved for a small amount of money, or through some insider trading. When being interviewed, I brag about myself, package myself up, direct and act in a good show, and have authentic foreign audiences testify from the sidelines. After listening to the song, the foreign audience naturally became enthusiastic fans.
Corleone stood aside with an excited expression, dancing and talking about how moving Han Jue¡¯s song just now was.
Xia Yuan nodded from time to time, and then smiled narrowly at Han Jue.
Han Jue would sigh from time to time.
"Corleone?" Freeman saw Corleone standing there stupidly, and quickly followed him out. "Corleone!"
"How can you ask for autographs from guests during working hours!" Freeman looked at his friend reproachfully.
Corleone suddenly understood and took out a pen and paper to ask Han Jue to sign. Freeman pointed at Corleone wordlessly and handed over his notebook.
Han Jue was confused. The first fan he asked for an autograph was a foreigner. At this time, Han Jue was not as uncomfortable as he had expected when being asked for his signature. He is more of a novelty now and feels a little weird.
"I like the song just now, how can I hear it?" Corleone held his work notebook in his arms, happily.
"Well, maybe you can't hear it." Han Jue said.
Han Jue thought that this song might not appear again.
"Ah, what a pity!" Freeman said regretfully. Although he didn't understand it, he agreed that it was a beautiful song.
"Okay, but why do guerrillas appear in the lyrics?" Corleone asked confused.
Freeman and Xia Yuan were also surprised.
Han Jue suddenly remembered that this was a song about the Italian guerrillas in the context of World War II in his previous life. In this world, this creative background is considered useless.
"Well, let me think about it. I should have found it in the dictionary at that time, and used it when I saw it, ha, ha, ha." Han Jue said with a smile.
Corleone thought Han Jue had told a joke, so he laughed happily.
"Let's go, it's almost time." Han Jue said to Xia Yuan.
Corleone and Freeman walked Han Jue to the door and waved goodbye.
"I have to say that this is all just a coincidence. Even I was surprised that someone asked me to sign my autograph, and there were two of them." Han Jue didn't know what to say.
"Okay, I understand." Xia Yuan was very perfunctory, "What was the general meaning of the lyrics of your song just now?"
"It's about farewell." Han Jue said, "Actually, there is also a Chinese version."
After walking for a while, Han Jue turned around and asked, "How about you listen to me singing Russian songs again?"
"No, it's more important for you to maintain your condition." Xia Yuan stopped him.
"Alas!" Han Jue sighed heavily.
A few seconds later, the two people looked at each other and smiled.
Afterwards, the two of them walked on the noisy street with smiles on their lips.
"By the way, are you going to perform in this outfit?" Xia Yuan said, walking a few steps behind Han Jue and looking at Han Jue's back with squinted eyes.
When a person is in a state of self-confidence, he will adopt the tendency of "approximate aesthetics"; when he has low self-esteem, he will adopt the tendency of "compensatory aesthetics". She can usually use the swing between these two tendencies to determine the interview subjects' inner state and their deep and true evaluation of themselves.
Xia Yuan came to interview him after making sufficient preparations for investigation. After the former Han Jue lost the stylist assigned by the company, his taste and aesthetics were completely ruined, and he was fully exposed to the public. Street photography has become so vulgar.
Han Jue, who was walking in front, turned around when he heard Xia Yuan's question.
"Do you think it's too solemn too?" Han Jue looked at his outfit - a black jacket, a pure white T-shirt underneath, and dark gray casual pants.?, whole body vegetarian is fine.
"If I didn't have time, I would really like to talk about fashion with you." Xia Yuan quickened his pace and walked to Han Jue's side.
"We can talk now." Han Jue waited for Xia Yuan to follow him, turned around and continued walking, and said to Xia Yuan.
Then Han Jue pointed to a sexy foreign girl in front of him and asked, "What do you think of her dress?"
Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue's hand and said, "High heels are uncomfortable to wear. They look sexy. They are essentially a sex toy. The women all over the street wear them randomly regardless of the occasion. It makes me feel more like these people." Live rough.¡±
After hearing this, Han Jue decided not to talk about fashion with Xia Yuan.
Even if he remembers some theoretical guidance from his girlfriend in his previous life and has a fashion talk with Xia Yuan, who has his own fashion ideas, he will end up humiliating himself.
But Han Jue also thought of the inexplicable mix-and-match style furniture he had chosen in his high-end apartment, and the gaudy clothes in the cloakroom.
It¡¯s hard to say whether his decision to move was influenced by his predecessor¡¯s poor taste.
"If he doesn't get rid of this earthy taste, he may only be waiting for his commercial performance in "The Earthly Flavor Family".
"What do you think? Do you think the woman just now was fashionable and sexy?" Xia Yuan turned to ask Han Jue.
Han Jue thought for a while and said: "[Fashion] does not make a person sexy, [experience] and [imagination] can make a person sexy. And there is no other shortcut to get these sexy, the only way is You have to live well.¡±
Han Jue thought to himself: [Yoji Yamamoto¡¯s understanding of fashion should be able to calm you down, right? ¡¿
Sure enough, Xia Yuan thought for a while before saying, "For a young man who is not yet thirty years old, your ideas are too old."
Han Jue shrugged and said, "I am an orphan, and orphans never get young."
Before Xia Yuan could continue talking about the topic of [Fashion], the faint music coming from the front became clearer and clearer. They were approaching an area of ??New York Street where bars were concentrated. There were more people around, mostly foreigners. There are people of all ages, dressed in different styles, laughing and wandering happily around the place.
Xia Yuan doesn¡¯t speak English, so he can¡¯t help with finding a bar. Han Jue scanned the colorful signs alone and found the bar where he was going to perform.
"Han!"
Han Jue heard this familiar voice in the noise and followed the sound.
Under a big shiny sign, a young black man was waving and shouting at Han Jue while jumping towards Han Jue.
The bar behind him is quite large and the sound insulation is quite good. Only a trace of sound from the bar is exposed.
There is a long queue at the door, and business is so good that the flow is limited.
This is the bar where Han Jue will perform.
"Is he your friend?" Xia Yuan asked Han Jue.
"Yes, we played music together before, and we have a good relationship. He lives near [New York Street], so I invited him to come watch my performance." Han Jue explained, "I have many foreign friends, and we often play together. "
After saying that, Han Jue walked towards the black friend.
The other party was also very happy to see Han Jue and made gestures from a distance.
When the other party came closer, Han Jue smiled and said: "Hey, what's up?"
After saying that, Han Jue stretched out his fist and wanted to fist bump with the opponent.
However, what was embarrassing was that the other party had been immersed in Chinese culture for a long time and stretched out an open hand, wanting to shake hands with Han Jue. But when he saw Han Jue's fist coming toward his heart, the foreign friend subconsciously raised his open hand.
"Snapped".
The black friend¡¯s hand wrapped around Han Jue¡¯s fist.
The two people took on the shape of [cloth covering the stone] that eventually turned into rock, scissors, and cloth.
With them as the center, the air within a two-meter radius seemed to solidify. The two men were motionless on the busy street.
Xia Yuan folded his arms in front of him in a funny way, watching the show.
This is what you mean by playing together often?
The smiles on the faces of Han Jue and the black friends froze. After being watched by Xia Yuan for a long time, he finally recovered.
They shook their hands stiffly, trying their best to turn this failed greeting into a friendly handshake between Tinkerbell and Nobita.
"Ahem, don't you have a performance? Go and get ready." The black friend said to break the ice.
"Okay, okay, shall we go in through the front door or the back door?"
"Ah, the front door, no, the back door."
"Okay. Let's go." Han Jue let go of his hand and let the other party lead the way.
The two people hurriedly walked towards the bar, feeling quite like they were running away.
Looking at their backs, Xia Yuan finally couldn't help laughing. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)"Okay, okay, shall we go in through the front door or the back door?"
"Ah, the front door, no, the back door."
"Okay. Let's go." Han Jue let go of his hand and let the other party lead the way.
The two people hurriedly walked towards the bar, feeling quite like they were running away.
Looking at their backs, Xia Yuan finally couldn't help laughing. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com