In the end, the farce still didn't start.

Zhang Yiman was led to a position by Han Jue. The staff behind came out to apologize, but didn't know how to apologize. Finally, the two sides stood for a while, dispersed, and tacitly did not mention this matter again.

Afterwards, with the gentle reminder of the flight attendant, everyone took their place. After a while, after the plane flew, the recording of behind-the-scenes began.

The girl's mind was probably like the clouds outside the plane window at this time, floating and unpredictable.

I used to be planning to break up with Han Jue and never interact with each other since then. Now I am sitting in my seat and moving again.

"So you fisted me twice because of those lyrics?" Han Jue touched his belly and grinned, as if he had suffered an internal injury and had a strong stamina.

"Hmph, it's not inexplicable." Zhang Yiman lit up his small fist and said proudly.

"When you write such a song, everyone will think that we are just acting in variety shows, so... there is no sense of reality! Reality, sense of substitution do you understand? It's just that, it will be fake, the audience will find it boring, and then... our ratings will fall down!" Zhang Yiman said seriously. His fingers made a down gesture, but he still fell down on the cliff.

Han Jue asked in surprise with his eyes.

However, Han Jue's inexplicable eyes were mistakenly thought by Zhang Yiman that he realized how serious the matter was.

"So, you can't write such songs anymore."

"Why?" Han was shocked.

"I just told you why, didn't you listen?" Zhang Yiman frowned and was very angry. She understood a little in her heart why Sister Qin became so angry after explaining again and again.

"But the same is true for "Boy". You seem to like listening to it very much." Han Jue asked. He saw the silly girl's Weite and knew that it did not refer to him as netizens said.

When Zhang Yiman heard this, he felt 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. "Boy" and "Bloody Love Story" are not nostalgic. They are relieved of feelings. You have to write such a song, otherwise the ratings will fall down in a flash." Zhang Yiman made another downward gesture.

"Have you ever been in love? How do you know how relieved?"

"I have read 573 romance novels!" Zhang Yiman gestured out a five-game and said proudly.

Han Jue rolled his eyes.

Han Jue didn't plan to argue with the silly girl. Thinking about it, there would probably be no more opportunities to post songs in the future. What's the important thing about the songs in the future?

When performing before, he was really too addicted to his previous life's feelings, so that the songs he chose were more affectionate, which inevitably gave people the unforgettable appearance of his old love.

But he knew that as the days went by, his feelings would eventually sink. Although it was a manifestation of infatuation from time to time, it was not good to be in love all day long, and if he broke up, he would become a useless person. At least in the past few months, he has changed a lot now and will not suffer as much as before.

"Uncle, what have you been doing these days? I haven't seen you on TV." Zhang Yiman asked.

"I? I am now studying the development history of my country's film and television industry, analyzing those significant nodes, and doing market research." In fact, I often go to the cinema, and when I go home, I go online to watch those classic videos. After analyzing, I occasionally write something myself when I get inspired.

"Ah, so professional!" The silly girl exclaimed.

Han Jue pressed his hand down to show that he was a little low-key, indicating that there was a camera in front of him to take pictures.

"What else?"

"If there is any other thing," Han Jue touched his chin with deep eyes and said, "Write songs, use life as material and imagination as inspiration to create some creations."

After watching a movie outside for a day, when I got home, I took a happy hot shower in the bathroom. I was in a particularly happy mood, and I unconsciously hummed many songs from my previous life. For this reason, Han Jue also prepared a recorder outside the shower curtain so that he would not forget it after washing it. It was very useful.

In addition, he is currently busy with movies and TV, so he rarely picks up guitars, let alone creates hard-working.

Music depends entirely on the way of creation.

"Hmph." Zhang Yiman seemed to have thought of something again. He first snorted hard, and then said something else:

"Uncle, hurry up and prepare an album song for me. I will definitely ask you to write songs for me. Now I run a lot of itineraries, go on a lot of programs, learn a lot of things, and my popularity has increased a lot of. Next time I can ask you to write songs for me, and then you can't write love songs like that, and then..."

"Then, uncle, do you like her that much?"

Zhang Yiman said it later, hesitated for a while, and finally asked in a muffled voice, looking very thoughtful.

Han Jue looked at the camera in front of him, tilted his head and thought for a while before he said relaxedly:

"I like it, I like it very much."

He knew that these words should not be said in a show that focuses on love, but since the beginning of recording, he has never been worried about so many things. There is no reason to cherish his feathers when his fame comes.

Anyway, the editing rights were in the director's final form, so the director thought it was inappropriate, so he cut it off.

Now that the silly girl has asked, he will answer.

Zhang Yiman raised his eyes and looked at Han Jue. When Han Jue looked at him, he became very soft, and his aura seemed to be full of these two words. Zhang Yiman saw it in his eyes, waiting for Han Jue’s following.

"But, after all, there is no way to be together." Han Jue's eyes were vague and he looked helpless.

"Why can't you be together?" Zhang Yiman saw that Han Jue's expression at this time showed that he was immersed in a special memory, so her voice was soft, as if to avoid waking Han Jue up.

"We are too far away," Han Jue adjusted his sitting posture to make his narrative posture more comfortable. "If I want to see her, there are only two ways. One way is to dream, and the other way is to die."

In this way, to others, they only feel that this relationship is completely broken and cannot be seen by normal means. If it is either dead or never interacting with each other.

Zhang Yiman thought a little more.

She "knows the inside story" early. Although she usually acts stupid, she knows that it is because she is too lazy to use her brain!

When she was in school, the teacher always said that she was very smart, but she just refused to use her brain!

Zhang Yiman has always had a guess about who would have Han Jue’s diary or who would have the opportunity to spread Han Jue’s diary.

The current situation is that the uncle probably still likes that woman, but because the fact that the woman did too much, the uncle is unwilling to see her again!

So, your love now will eventually become relieved. Just do it a few more times like in "Bloody Love Story".

"You can't even see her, so you will slowly fall in love with others in the future, right?" Zhang Yiman asked tentatively.

Han Jue pondered for a while before shook his head and said, "Love must occupy most of a person's energy. It will make a person leave his original life and be a lover specifically. It would be too difficult.

And now, I live alone, eating, sleeping and playing Doudou all day long, which is great."

Moreover, fatigue, rather than separation from life and death, is the bitter place for love. It is not so easy to meet someone who does not make both parties tired after time.

Zhang Yiman obviously didn't understand love very much. She wanted to persuade Han Jue but didn't know how to persuade him. If she had to persuade him, she was afraid that he would seem straightforward and make others think too much. In the end, she had to give up and wanted to go online after she got home and come and persuade him next time.

"What are you eating, sleeping, and playing Doudou! Uncle, you are an artist, you have to be more motivated!"

"There are also unmotivated people among artists. I am a new style." Han Jue put his hands behind his head, and he practiced his body and said every cell.

"But you are so talented, you can't waste it." Zhang Yiman was anxious.

In countless competitions, she understood countless times that the unfairness created by talent is something that mediocre people may not be able to fill in their entire lives. So she probably has never seen anyone like Han Jue who is obviously talented by countless people but does not think about how to play well.

"Why not? Even if I have talent, I belong to me alone, right?"

"No, at least part of it belongs to me!" Zhang Yiman argued with reason.

Han Jue stared at the dead fish's eyes and wanted to complain about why his talent was related to her.

Zhang Yiman also felt that this sentence was inappropriate, so he explained: "I, I mean, uncle, you promised to write a song for me, so I booked a part of your talent."

"Also, your talent still belongs to fans who like you."

Zhang Yiman opened the music software on his phone, let Han Jue read the comments of those listeners and said seriously.

She is always so serious about her fans, and she always looks at the comments like this one in her spare time.

Han Jue took his cell phone and looked carefully.

It was the first time he read these comments, but the style of this software is similar to a music software in his previous life. The comments are very similar. Those who confess, those who take the college entrance examination, those who tell stories, and those who lead the war, make him feel familiar.

"I really like this kind of music software, I really 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 circle. Although compared with the entire music circle, there are not many more Han Jue, and there are not many less Han Jue. If Han Jue does not continue to create, everyone seems to feel regretful at most, and no one will care.

However, Zhang Yiman will care, she will care.

Given the importance of music to her, she felt that if Han Jue's music was gone, she would have less of the unexplainable feelings she had now.

Zhang Yiman came over and saw the comments that were not related to the song, but they were all pointed out very high, "Look, these listeners were very touched after listening to the song. They wrote very well."

Han Jue glanced at Zhang Yiman and said:

"Yes, it's very good. They obviously don't have any writing skills and can't get high scores even when writing articles in the exam, but here they can even write so many beautiful words. I guess this is the highlight of their literary talent, so this kind of music software is pretty good."

After all, Zhang Yiman couldn't help it and forgot the advice that Sister Qin gave to her before boarding the plane. She patted Han Jue's shoulder.

"The person who writes songs is broken, the person who listens songs is the most ruthless~" Han Jue hummed a small tune and kept flipping through the comments.

Zhang Yiman looked at Han Jue with a squinted eyes and thought to herself, it’s such an uncle. If the uncle stopped writing songs, she would definitely feel very uncomfortable.

"Uncle, don't give up on music in the future, okay?" Zhang Yiman listened to Han Jue humming "Outside the Peony Pavilion", and couldn't help but shake Han Jue's arm, and wanted to get Han Jue's guarantee immediately.

Han Jue smiled. Of course he would not give up on music now, so he had a little thought of teasing Zhang Yiman and said:

"What if I can't support me with music? I must have to give up music and work hard to make money."

"But uncle, what you said is that life is not just about the slackness in front of you, but also about..."

"No. I lied to you."

"People say that they live somewhere else..."

"Not here."

“………”
To be continued...