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After Han Jue took the notebook, he sat next to Xia Yuan and looked through it.
He himself didn¡¯t know which movies from previous lives were mixed into these brief introductions, which were more like brainstorming. There are even some good quotes from literature books.
"Are you planning to write a script?" Xia Yuan asked in a casual tone while picking up the fruit brought by Han Jue.
"Yes." Han Jue replied casually.
"Instead of working hard to become a singer, actor, or superstar in this promising career as an artist, you plan to become" Xia Yuan tilted his head and looked at Han Jue, as if confirming What, "screenwriter?"
"Why do I feel like you look down on screenwriters? Screenwriters, like reporters, are also literary workers. Let's not kill each other." Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan with disgust.
"I'm not looking down on you, I'm just surprised. Seeing that you are uneducated on the surface, I didn't expect that you are secretly writing scripts secretly. It's incredible." Xia Yuan shook his head.
Han Jue rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.
??????Actually, I¡¯m still feeling a little guilty. From an objective point of view, based on the fool¡¯s appearance and knowledge reserve in my predecessor, I suddenly said one day that I was writing a script behind my back. If others found out, I would be laughed to death.
However, after Xia Yuan observed and got along with Han Jue many times, it was easier to accept this matter.
"It seems that you have taken up a lot of cultural courses in the past few years and are motivated." Xia Yuan picked up the "Comic Shonen Weekly" and said, turning the comics with a swishing sound.
Han Jue was chewing his apple and ignored Xia Yuan's joke.
"By the way, you started writing scripts because of Lao Jia's movies?" Xia Yuan asked.
"That's not true. I started writing it a long time ago."
?? Han Jue has been replenishing a lot of film and television content in this world, but only importing it without exporting it is by no means a healthy way of absorbing it. So I wrote some short stories, but more of them were fragmented plots to accumulate material.
For example, when he met Xia Yuan for the first time in the literary area next to the film and television studio, and witnessed Xia Yuan piercing the lies of a fake artist, Han Jue wrote down the process.
"When you sang, danced and became an artist, I never heard you talk about it in interviews or interviews before." Xia Yuan was surprised. Judging from the information she collected, Han Jue's temperament, which has been in the sky since his debut, can To hide such worries? It should be considered normal if the whole world knows about it.
"You don't understand. I used to focus on making money and endure humiliation for my dreams. I am an artist." Han Jue said half-seriously.
"Don't be ridiculous." Xia Yuan raised one corner of his mouth, looking very contemptuous, "I never believe in the saying [make money first and then pursue artistic dreams]."
Han Jue raised his eyebrows: "What? Explain."
"If you want pure expression in artistic creation, the starting point is narcissism. And no one can maintain a pure relationship with life after betraying their own principles. I have seen too many people who say that they must first satisfy their financial resources and then express themselves. . Movie makers say they should make profitable movies first, and script writers say they should write scripts that meet the market first. Oh, this is a kind of self-deception. They will never make the movies they want to make again, and write about them I want to write a script myself.¡±
"So I think people who have this idea of ??[making money first and then pursuing artistic dreams] will never become artists in the end." Xia Yuan concluded.
After hearing this, Han Jue was silent for a while, trying to struggle: "But, didn't that person write many best-selling books to make money, and later wrote a serious literature that received a great response?" He wanted to give an example, but he didn't. Okay, I can only tell you a little bit of gossip I saw on my phone not long ago based on my general impression.
Xia Yuan raised her eyebrows. It seemed that she also knew who Han Jue was talking about.
When Han Jue was thinking that he could make Xia Yuan choke, Xia Yuan sarcastically said without mercy:
"Him? Forget it. His book is the most useless book after "How to Learn Chinese" was translated into Chinese."
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Han Jue was not the kind of person who would be influenced by others, but when he heard Xia Yuan's words, he suddenly panicked simply because he remembered his past life.
Yes, since when did you start writing things that you don¡¯t want to be recognized as works? I obviously just want to save up enough money for instant noodles for half a year, then lock myself up and write an ambitious and satisfying work.
But after compromising again and again, several years have passed. Has he ever been happy to write a good play that he is satisfied with? Once again expressed heartily, ??He nodded in agreement, "One can fight ten of them."
"Can I write this sentence in the report?" Xia Yuan asked.
"Ahem, I'm just kidding. Actually, that song is okay. I just like it personally, and the public doesn't know about it. But that song only showed half of my level." Han Jue said modestly.
"Really? How about you sing it now?" After Xia Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and searched for Han Jue's musical instruments in the room.
"No, no, no, no, don't be ridiculous, I'm not Teacher Zhang." Han Jue is very self-aware. If he sings this song now, he will probably get into a car accident.
Xia Yuan didn¡¯t force anyone to do anything. After all, Han Jue wasn¡¯t her child. She couldn¡¯t just slip out and show off her talents.
"By the way, Yinzi sent me to ask you in a roundabout way if you are interested in helping him write a ballad."
"Are you beating around the bush?" Han Jue said expressionlessly.
"No." Xia Yuan was very calm.
"Okay." Han Jue nodded, "How much does he plan to give?"
"He didn't say, you can ask him yourself when the time comes. But how much did Zhang Yiman spend on the song you used for the "Singer" competition?"
Han Jue shook his head and said, "Don't ask, selling other people's songs can't be sold at the same price as the songs sold to Teacher Zhang."
"Hey." Xia Yuan narrowed his eyes, smiled evilly, and poked Han Jue's waist with his elbow.
"Don't make trouble." Han Jue twisted his body to avoid it.
Then he lay back, exhaled a breath, and said with emotion:
"There is no way. My original plan was to become a self-destructive waste after retirement, but because I met Teacher Zhang, I gave up this idea."
Whether it was meeting Zhang Yiman as his partner in "Let's Fall in Love", or Zhang Yiman leading Han Jue to get started and improve his music, or Zhang Yiman selflessly finding a job for Han Jue and giving Han Jue a reason to compose music.
It can be said that Han Jue¡¯s life would have been very different without meeting Zhang Yiman.
¡° He may become a handsome salted fish, he may become an Internet celebrity or a joke maker, he may become a screenwriter and 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, meeting Zhang Yiman is really a lucky thing.
"You are so wretched." Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue's expression and said with a frown.
"Fuck you." Han Jue recovered from his emotion and cursed back angrily. (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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