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While other children think that people will naturally have money when they grow up, Han Jue knows that money must be earned with life.
Whether he was in the orphanage or out of the orphanage, Han Jue had been living frugally to survive on his own. His poor life and simple residence made him feel inferior. He rarely went to his friends' houses because he was afraid that one day it would be their turn. Come to his house. Over time, people become unsociable.
Even though the conditions got better later and he lived in a house with clean corridors, for a long time, he never invited friends to his home. This is the "heart-poor" disease that I suffered from when I was a child. Later, I became wary, treating my home as my deepest and most private place, and not letting people come easily. It wasn't until later that his girlfriend adjusted his mentality.
Judging from Han Jue¡¯s two lifetime experiences, this is the first time that his family has accommodated so many people.
Since the house has been idle for more than a week, it has a dull smell. Han Jue opened the window and tried to get some ventilation, but was quickly stopped by everyone.
The heater won't heat up for a while. From a warm place to a cold place, everyone shrinks their arms, loses energy, and becomes depressed. They didn't even want to sit on the floor and were all crowded on the sofa.
It¡¯s impossible to drink wine. Xia Yuan greeted Han Jue and went to the kitchen to prepare hot drinks and tea.
Guests are allowed to do as they please, and no one complains that there are not enough chairs, insufficient heating, or even food. Others were chatting in the living room.
For a time, the words "What" and "Yao De" from Sichuan Province, the "Ah La" from Shanghai, and the "Mala Bazi" from Beijing were mixed in the living room.
In the kitchen, listening to the bustle outside, Xia Yuan asked Han Jue: "Don't you think they are too familiar with each other?"
"To be honest, it's a bit," Han Jue tilted his head and bared his teeth, "It's quite uncomfortable."
"Don't blame them. Because we occasionally talked about you when we chatted before, and this time or twice, they said they really want to get to know you. Today is an opportunity." Xia Yuan sprinkled handfuls of tea leaves into the cup.
"Talk about me? Why are you talking about me?" Han Jue was surprised.
¡°It¡¯s very interesting to talk about what you did in America.¡±
Han Jue has never cared about these things, and he doesn't know how unique he is among Chinese artists. It¡¯s not strange to go to the United States since I surrendered the map. What¡¯s strange is that I¡¯ve done a great job in the United States, prospered, and I¡¯m not acclimated at all.
It can be said that he is the most "American" among Chinese artists.
Some conspiracy theories also include the statement that "Han Jue has been playing a big game of chess for a long time".
¡°Then, some of them are 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 to look at Han Jue, and asked, "How did you think about the suggestion I just made? I'm serious."
Han Jue did not answer immediately.
In the kitchen, only the electromagnetic kettle is boiling and making a gurgling sound.
Han Jue didn¡¯t say anything, and Xia Yuan wasn¡¯t in a hurry to speak either. The two of them each stared at something in a daze.
But underneath Han Jue¡¯s calm face, his thoughts were more turbulent and messy.
He knew what Xia Yuan was asking.
movie script.
He had been writing scripts for ten years in his previous life. It took Han Jue ten years to go from writing jokes at the beginning, to advertising scripts, to web dramas, to working as a gunman for TV drama writers, and then to breaking into movie scripts.
Among them, when the out of the arrears, the money to ask for money is always obtained; the stolen creativity can not afford a lawsuit; the script is written by the river disassembling bridge and empty glove script, and the sentence [not in line with our positioning] all the efforts are in vain.
Han Jue has survived all these. Without the love in his heart to support him, Han Jue would have changed his career long ago.
In this world, even though Han Jue now relies on music for a living, he has never given up his passion for writing stories while making music. Even though he spent more than half a year, Han Jue never really wrote a complete script. But he was always ready to tell a good story.
He even made a plan. First, make good music, support the studio, and when he has enough money, he will invest in a script he writes and form a professional team. With a good script as a base, the movie will not be bad. Where to go.
But now there is an opportunity in front of him to bring his script to the big screen.
This seems like a great opportunity.
&n?Go.
After everyone waited for a while, Han Jue came out holding a sheet of music and a guitar.
"This song would be better with an organ, but it's not available now. You can figure it outforget it, I'll synthesize a section later." Han Jue handed the music score to Song Yin and was about to enter the study.
"Okay, okay." Song Yin nodded.
"How many friends do you have that you want to sing with?"
"Friendshey, there will be six friends by then." Song Yin was amused by this adjective. After I finished speaking, I was still savoring this retro vocabulary.
"OK."
Han Jue turned around and went back to the study. The song was not difficult, but the lyrics were more difficult. Han felt that when he went back to his study to write the lyrics, he had to change some earthly words such as [Chang Kaishen] and [**].
This wait lasted twenty minutes.
When Han Jue came out, he saw that some people were already drowsy. Song Yin was holding the guitar, half asleep and half awake, his hands lazily playing on the strings.
The living room is already very warm, and since they stayed up all night, there is hot tea instead of beer in their bellies. After relaxing, people feel sleepy.
Han Jue took out the guitar from Song Yin and asked, "Why don't you stop playing today?"
"Wellit's okay. We've already come, so you can play first" Song Yin let the guitar be taken away, changed his posture and curled up on the sofa, and answered with his eyes closed.
Han Jue looked around, everyone was exhausted. Some people who barely closed their eyes may have held on for the sake of politeness and planned to wait until Han Jue finished playing before saying goodbye.
Except Xia Yuan.
Xia Yuan was still full of energy and looked at Han Jue.
"Play, I'm still listening." Xia Yuan took a sip of water and motioned to Han Jue with his eyes to "start your performance".
There is a listener who is also a listener.
Han Jue smiled, hung the guitar on his body, and found a chair to sit down.
Han Jue looked at the people so close in front of him and thought to himself, fortunately, he already has stage experience. In the past, this kind of private party-style performance would have made his face red.
Han Jue took out his phone and pressed the play button.
The next moment, the wireless speaker connected to the living room sounded the sound of an elastic organ.
The voice is not deep, even a little positive, but it makes people feel inexplicably desolate, like leaves swirling and falling to the ground in autumn. Like Don Quixote's farewell song on the road to challenge the windmill.
An unspeakable sadness suddenly filled the living room.
???For sleepy people, the moment this melody enters your ears, your sleepiness disappears all of a sudden. Some people opened their eyes, straightened their posture, and were interested in waiting for Han Jue's performance with all their attention. Some people wanted to close their eyes and enjoy the song comfortably.
Han Jue didn't care about them, he was already immersed in his brewing emotions.
When singers are contemplating emotions, they may not always think about what happened to themselves. Sometimes I think about my own things, and sometimes I imagine some stories.
What Han Jue was thinking about at this time was exactly what happened in Jialens house before.
He truly knows that the road to adhering to his ideals is not always smooth sailing. In my previous life, I had been on the road to my ideal for a long time, and almost failed to hold on several times. Even if I had a girlfriend, I would still occasionally stop and feel doubtful and tired. But if you have a group of friends who support you, you can bravely fight in reality like a warrior who has never returned. Jarens, on the other hand, is very lucky to have a group of friends who understand him and can be close to him.
¡¾I'm so envious. ¡¿ Han Jue sighed with sadness in his heart.
The organ in the stereo ended, the guitar in Han Jue¡¯s hand and the low and story-filled singing were continued at the same time:
¡¾Ah friend, we think growing old is a long time thing, sometimes it happens overnight~¡¿
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