After Han Jue took the notebook, he sat next to Xia Yuan and looked through it.

He himself didn't know these more brainstorming introductions, which movies from previous lives were mixed with. There were even good golden sentences from literary books.

"Are you planning to write a script?" Xia Yuan asked casually, picking the fruit brought by Han Jue.

"Yes." Han Jue replied casually.

"You don't try to be a singer, actor, or superstar in the promising career of artists, but plan to be a singer, actor, or superstar," Xia Yuan tilted his head and looked at Han Jue's expression, as if he was confirming something, "Screenwriter?"

"Why do I feel like you look down on a screenwriter? The screenwriter is like a reporter and is also a writing worker. We don't have to kill each other." Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan with disgust.

"I'm just surprised that you looked down on me. You looked at me as ignorant on the surface, but I didn't expect you to secretly write a script behind your back quietly. It's incredible." Xia Yuan shook his head.

Han Jue rolled his eyes exaggeratedly.

Actually, I was still a little weak. Objectively speaking, according to the foolish appearance and knowledge reserves in my previous life, I suddenly said that I was writing a script behind my back, which made others know that I was really going to be laughed to death.

However, after observing and getting along with Han Jue many times, Xia Yuan was more likely to accept this matter.

"It seems that you should have made up a lot of cultural courses in the past few years and are motivated." Xia Yuan picked up "Comics Youth Weekly" and said, turning the comics out loud.

Han Jue bit the apple on his own, ignoring Xia Yuan's joke.

"At the same time, you started writing scripts because of Lao Jia's movie?" Xia Yuan asked.

"That's not, I've started writing a long time ago."

Han Jue has always made up for a lot of film and television content in this world, but only input but not output is by no means a healthy way to absorb it. So he wrote some short stories, but more of them were fragmented plots, which were considered to be accumulated materials.

For example, in the literary and artistic area next to the film and television studio, when I first saw Xia Yuan and witnessed Xia Yuan's lie to pierce a false artist, Han Jue wrote down this process.

"When you sing and dancing as an artist, you didn't even listen to you in interviews or interviews." Xia Yuan was surprised. Judging from the information she collected, Han Jue's temperament who has been floating in the sky since his debut can hide such thoughts? It should be normal to make trouble all over the world.

"You don't understand it now. I used to focus on making money and endured humiliation for my dreams. I was an artist." Han Jue said half-truth and half-false.

"Stop teasing." Xia Yuan raised the corner of his mouth, looking very contemptuous. "I never believed in words like "making money first and pursuing artistic dreams."

Han Jue raised his eyebrows: "How? Explain and explain."

"If the art creation wants to be purely expressed, its starting point is narcissism. No one can still maintain a simple relationship with life after betraying his own principles. I have seen too many people who say that they should first satisfy their financial resources and then express themselves. Those who make movies say that they should make money first, and those who write scripts say that they should write scripts that fit the market first. Oh, this is a kind of self-deception. They will never shoot the movies they want to make, and they want to write scripts themselves."

"So I think that people who think [making money first and pursuing artistic dreams] will not become artists in the end," Xia Yuan concluded.

After listening to it, Han Jue was silent for a while and tried to struggle: "But, who has written many best-selling books to make money, and later wrote a serious literature that has received enthusiastic responses?" I wanted to give an example, but I didn't give it a good idea, so I could only tell the rumor that I saw on my phone not long ago according to my general impression.

Xia Yuan raised her eyebrows, it seemed that she knew who Han Jue was talking about.

When Han Juezheng thought it would make Xia Yuan choke, Xia Yuan sarcastically said without any mercy:

"He? Forget it. His book is the most useless book since "How to Learn Chinese" was translated into Chinese."

“…”

Han Jue was not the kind of person who would be affected by others, but he suddenly felt panicked when he heard Xia Yuan's words, purely because he remembered his previous life.

Yes, when did I write something that I don’t want to be recognized as a work? I obviously just wanted to save up half a year of instant noodles, and then locked myself up and wrote an ambitious work that satisfies me.

But he compromised again and again, and several years have passed. Has he ever been happy to write a good show that he is satisfied with? Has he ever expressed it with great pleasure or satisfied his creative desire?

It seems to be gone.

Did the original wish come true? No.

【What about this life?】

Han Jue's eyes couldn't help but become vague for a moment.

Seeing Han Jue dazed, Xia Yuan, who didn't care, turned on the channel and the pictures flowed one by one. On the TV, the audience laughed, the sweet singing of the girl group idols, and the nervous music when animals preyed...

But Han Jue couldn't listen to these sounds and pictures or see them.

He was immersed in his thoughts:

Find a job that can support yourself, and then slowly stop playing the piano and writing stories. You can read movies, novels, animations and comics every day. Will you die like this?

It’s great to stay at home and keep salted fish, but won’t you get tired of it?

In such a good era, I just spend my time at home and entertain myself, make music to please myself, and write stories that only I can understand? Then one day, the music is finished and the story is finished, what if it is done?

Don't create anymore?

Han Jue suddenly thought of a sentence posted on the desk in his previous life. This sentence made Han Jue pick up the pen and continue to write it with a sigh every time he threw the pen and turned it over. It can be said that this sentence is his creative beacon:

[When you stop creating, your talents are no longer important, and all you have is your taste. And taste will entangle you, make you exclude others and become narrow-minded. Therefore, creation.]

Viewer or creator? The former is safe, while the latter is dangerous.

Han Jue recalled that he had improved his piano skills, practiced singing skills, and worked hard to create songs, and sang in front of thousands of people. Looking at the joy of the audience in front of him, the happiness in his heart was like when he was not working in his previous life, he finally wrote a good story in school while he was in class, and then shared it with his friends. Looking at the amazement on his classmates' faces, listening to the sensation of his tsk, he felt very satisfied.

This long-lost pleasure made Han Jue react suddenly.

He seemed to be used to living in the dangers of creation.

Unconsciously, creation has become a part of life.

If he wants to make him really like a salted fish, lying down and doing nothing or expressing nothing, it is almost torture.

Thinking of this, Han Jue's irritability recently caused by confusion suddenly disappeared.

My mind was circling thousands of times, but in reality, it was just a short moment.

At this moment, Han Jue became much more brisk.

There seemed to be a lot of sweat from behind. In the warm air-conditioned room, people wanted to take off their clothes and try a few sets of military fists.

The colors of the scenes in front of Han Jue seemed to have become more vivid, and the sounds on the TV were also more clearly transmitted into his ears. Even Xia Yuan looked a little better than usual.

It seems that the same was true for the last time I moved. Every time I was confused, she always followed the time point and always let him face his heart.

Is this woman a devil?

[Is this considered a self-smug?] Han Jue thought of his initial wish and couldn't help laughing. [It shouldn't be. Celebrities still don't come to be, whoever loves to be the one. I am the creator.]

"Come on, eat apples." Han Jue solved his knot in an instant and liked everything. He then diligently handed Xia Yuan an apple.

"What do you want me?" Xia Yuan did not reach out to answer, but looked at Han Jue with a suspicion and asked.

"Am I like this?" Han Jue said angrily. He took the apple back and took a bite by himself.

So sweet.

Xia Yuan frowned and felt that Han Juexue was funny, for no reason, and didn't check whether the half apple in her hand had finished eating.

Xia Yuan ignored Han Jue, turned to continue looking for the program, and finally stopped the channel on a music program.

It is a ranking program called "Music Storm". At this time, a girl group dances and sings beautifully in youth and beauty.

"It looks so good." Xia Yuan said.

"Yes, it looks so good." Han Jue agreed.

"This seems to be a newly launched girl group by Sands Entertainment."

"...It's good to watch, but it can't be sung." Han Jue said seriously, looking like [I'm analyzing professionally].

Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue and stopped complaining. When he thought of something, he said, "I heard from Yinzi that you wrote the song "The Summit Niu B to Zhang Yiman."

"It's really awesome." Han Jue nodded in agreement, "You can beat ten of them at one time."

"Can I write this sentence into the report?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Ahem, I'm joking. Actually, that song is okay, I personally like it, so the public doesn't know. But that song only shows one-half of my level." Han Jue said modestly.

"Is that so? Why don't you sing it now?" Xia Yuan turned around and searched for Han Jue's instruments in the room.

"No, don't tease me, I'm not Teacher Zhang." Han Jue was very self-aware. He probably would be in a car accident when he sang this song now.

Xia Yuan is not forced to do anything. After all, Han Jue is not her child, so he can't say that he can just show off his talents.

"By the way, Yinzi sent me to ask you in a roundabout way, if you are interested in writing a folk song for him."

"Have you beat 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 that, please ask him yourself. But how much did Zhang Yiman spend to buy the song for your "Singer" competition?"

Han Jue shook his head and said, "Don't ask, selling other people's songs can't be as expensive as selling songs to Teacher Zhang."

"Yo." Xia Yuan narrowed his eyes, smirked, and poked Han Jue's waist with his elbow.

"Stop making trouble." Han Jue twisted his body to avoid it.

Then he lay back, exhaled, and said with emotion:

"There is no way. I originally planned to be a self-deprecating waste after retirement, but because I met Teacher Zhang, I gave up this idea."

Whether it is Zhang Yiman who met as a partner in "Let's Fall in Love", Zhang Yiman led Han Jue music into and improve, or Zhang Yiman selflessly found a job for Han Jue and gave Han Jue the reason to create music.

It can be said that Han Jue's life would be very different without meeting Zhang Yiman.

You may become a handsome salted fish, you may become an internet celebrity or jokester, you may become a screenwriter and gunman... At least you will definitely not be exposed to music, and music will not become Han Jue's ability to settle down.

So for Han Jue, it was really a lucky thing to meet Zhang Yiman.

"You are so vulgar." Xia Yuan said with a frown when he looked at Han Jue's expression.
Chapter completed!