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In the end, the farce didn¡¯t break out.
Zhang Yiman was led to the position by Han Jue. Later, the staff came out and wanted to apologize, but they didn't know how to apologize. In the end, the two parties stood for a while, dispersed, and tacitly agreed not to mention the matter again.
Afterwards, under the gentle reminder of the flight attendant, everyone got into their positions. After a while, after the plane took off, the recording like a behind-the-scenes video began.
The girl¡¯s thoughts are probably like the clouds outside the airplane window at this moment, erratic and unpredictable.
Before that, there was an intended to have a good relationship with Han Jue, and now sitting on the seat, I moved like a rabbit.
"So you punched me inexplicably because of those lyrics?" Han Jue touched his belly and grinned, as if he had suffered internal injuries and was full of energy.
"Huh, it's not inexplicable." Zhang Yiman showed his fist and said proudly.
"If you write a song like that, everyone will think that we are just performing in a variety show, so there will be no sense of reality! You know the sense of reality, the sense of substitution, that is, it will be very fake, and the audience will find it very boring, and then then Our ratings will drop!" Zhang Yiman said seriously. His fingers made a downward gesture, but he still fell off a cliff.
¡¾Aren¡¯t we just doing a variety show? ! ] Han Jue asked in surprise with his eyes.
However, Zhang Yiman mistook Han Jue's frightened eyes for realizing how serious the matter was.
¡°So, you can¡¯t write songs like that again.¡±
"Why?" Han Jue was shocked.
"I just told you why, didn't you listen?" Zhang Yiman wrinkled his little nose, very angry. I kind of understood why Sister Qin became so angry after explaining it again and again.
"But "Boy" is also like this. You seem to like listening to it too." Han Jue asked. He saw Sha Niu's Weibo and knew that the [boy] did not refer to him as the netizen said.
When Zhang Yiman heard this, he was a little happy that the code he left behind was understood, but at the same time he was a little angry:
"It's not the same. "Boys" and "Bloody Love Story" both have no nostalgia and are free from feelings. You have to write songs like this, otherwise the ratings will plummet." Zhang Yiman made another downward gesture.
"Have you ever been in love? How do you know you are relieved?"
"I have read five hundred and seventy-three romance novels!" Zhang Yiman said proudly as he made a five.
Han Jue rolled his eyes.
Han Jue doesn¡¯t want to argue with Sha Niu anymore. Thinking about it, he probably won¡¯t have many opportunities to release songs in the future. What¡¯s important about whether his songs will be released in the future or not.
When he performed at [Alley Bar] before, he was really too indulged in the feelings of his past life, so that the songs he chose were relatively affectionate, which inevitably gave people the impression that his old love was unforgettable.
But he knows that as time goes by, feelings will eventually sink. Although it is a sign of infatuation that pops up from time to time, it is not good to only talk about love all day long and become a useless person after falling out of love. At least after these few months, he has changed a lot now, and he is no longer in pain like before.
"Uncle, what have you been doing these days? I haven't even seen you on TV." Zhang Yiman asked.
¡¾Be a useless person. ¡¿
"Me? I'm currently studying the development history of my country's film and television industry, analyzing those significant nodes, and doing market research at the same time." In fact, I often go to the cinema and watch classic movies online when I get home. Apart from analysis, Whenever I feel inspired, I will occasionally write something by myself.
¡°Ah, so professional!¡± Sha Niu exclaimed.
Han Jue pressed his hand down to keep a low profile and indicated that there were still cameras filming in front of him.
"anything else?"
"If there is anything else, that is," Han Jue touched his chin and said with deep eyes, "Write songs, use life as material and imagination as inspiration to create some creations."
After watching a movie outside for a day, I came home and took a nice hot bath in the bathroom. I was in a particularly happy mood and hummed many songs from my previous life unconsciously. For this reason, Han Jue specially prepared a voice recorder outside the shower curtain to prevent him from forgetting it after washing. Very useful.
In addition, as he is currently busy with movies and television, he rarely picks up the guitar, let alone any creative creations.
music??
Zhang Yiman also felt that this sentence was inappropriate, so she explained: "I, I mean, uncle, you promised to write songs for me, so I reserved part of your talent."
"Also, your talent belongs to the fans who like you."
Zhang Yiman opened the music software on her phone and asked Han Jue to look at the comments from the audience and said seriously.
She is always so serious about her fans. She will always read comments like this one by one in her free time.
Han Jue took the phone and looked at it carefully.
It was also the first time for him to read these comments, but the style of this software was similar to a certain music software in his previous life, and the comments were very similar. They were confessional, college entrance examination, story-telling, and provocative, which made him feel familiar.
"I quite like this kind of music software, and I quite like every listener here." Han Jue said with a faint smile on his lips.
Zhang Yiman relaxed his shoulders and nodded with satisfaction.
There are many talented people in the music industry. Although compared to the talents in the entire music industry, one more Han Jue is not much, and one less Han Jue is not much. If Han Jue does not continue to create, everyone seems to feel regretful at most. It is nothing. People care.
¡°But she, Zhang Yiman, will care, she will care.
With the importance of music to her, she felt that without Han Jue's music, she would have much less indescribable feelings.
Zhang Yiman leaned over and saw those long paragraphs of comments that had nothing to do with the song, but they were all rated highly, "Look, these listeners are very emotional after listening to the song. They wrote really well." good."
Han Jue glanced at Zhang Yiman and said:
"Yes, the writing is really good. They obviously have no writing skills, and they can't get high scores in exam writing, but here, they can actually write so many beautiful words by making up nonsense. I guess this is the highlight of their literary talents. So, this kind of music software is pretty good.¡±
Zhang Yiman finally couldn't hold it back and forgot the advice Sister Qin gave her before getting on the plane. He patted Han Jue on the shoulder.
"Those who write songs have lost their souls, and those who listen to songs are the most ruthless." Han Jue hummed a tune and kept flipping through the comments.
Zhang Yiman squinted at Han Jue and thought, this is such an uncle. If he stops writing songs, she will definitely feel uncomfortable.
"Uncle, please don't give up music in the future." Zhang Yiman listened to Han Jue humming "Outside the Peony Pavilion" and couldn't help but shake Han Jue's arm, wanting to get Han Jue's protection immediately.
Han Jue smiled. Of course he would not give up music now, so he thought of teasing Zhang Yiman and said:
¡°What if I¡¯ve exhausted my talents and can¡¯t support myself through music? I¡¯ll definitely have to give up music and work hard to make money.¡±
"But as you said, uncle, life is not only about the present, but also"
"No. I lied to you."
"They say, life is elsewhere"
"Not here."
¡°¡¡±
"It's useless for you to have poems and distant places. Even if life is far away, it will kill you. You can't fantasize about other places. Life can only be solved locally."
"ah¡¡"
"You can't force others to do something in the future. Although encouragement like this is very positive, it is also very cruel. Don't you know that when a person does something he doesn't like, it will be very embarrassing? Ugly?"
Zhang Yiman¡¯s eyes widened and he was speechless.
"That's ugly. In fact, what's ugly is not the appearance, but the ugliness of a person running wildly on the road that goes against his heart." Han Jue said softly, thinking of the time in his previous life when he did things he didn't like over and over again. The days are gray memories that he would rather forget.
"Uncle, do you hate music that much?" Zhang Yiman felt a little uncomfortable when Han Jue said it, and his eye circles were red.
She likes music so much, but her uncle doesn¡¯t like music so much. This made her delicate body tremble slightly, feeling indescribable grievance and discomfort.
A strand of red hair fell into Zhang Yiman¡¯s mouth and was held by her. Maybe Zhang Yiman didn't notice, or maybe she did, but she had no time to care. She only looked at Han Jue hopefully with her crystal eyes.
The strand of hair covering the face is like a piece of white jade with bloodshot eyes, which makes people feel sorry for her.
"No, it's all because of Teacher Zhang. Now I like music very much." Han Jue said with a smile.
Then he looked at Zhang Yiman who was very close, reached out his hand, and tucked Zhang Yiman's hair behind his ear.
She dug her fingers into her elastic face, pulled out her hair, and then took it all the way across Zhang Yiman's cheeks to her ears. Then he moved his hand up, placed it on Zhang Yiman's head, and ruffled the soft hair.
Zhang Yiman curled up his neck and looked at Han Jue with deer-like eyes.
I felt itchy and numb from the corners of my mouth, to my cheeks, to my ears, to the top of my head, and finally like a burst of electricity going up and down. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)From her elastic face, she drew out her hair, and then carried it all the way across Zhang Yiman's cheeks to her ears. Then he moved his hand up, placed it on Zhang Yiman's head, and ruffled the soft hair.
Zhang Yiman curled up his neck and looked at Han Jue with deer-like eyes.
I felt itchy and numb from the corners of my mouth, to my cheeks, to my ears, to the top of my head, and finally like a burst of electricity going up and down. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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