Han Jue didn't know what Jiang Qi's surprise attack was, but he could guess that the function was probably similar to the kicking club. If a newcomer wanted to make a name for himself and make a big splash, the most efficient way was to fight with his seniors and win. When Zhang Yiman participated in "Singer", the arrival of the fierce people was not good, and he successfully broke through with the joint siege of his seniors. After a game, his popularity rose several levels.

Now Jiang Qi is at the age of becoming a club, and Zhang Yiman has become a senior who is regarded as a thorn in his eyes by the newcomer. Han Jue can't help but sigh at the speed of time.

"Go, kill the chairman, and if you succeed, you will be promoted." Han Jue encouraged Jiang Qi like this.

Jiang Qi was ecstatic when she heard this and completely forgot about the fact that she was demoted by a word not long ago when she was promoted. She was ambitious to defeat the chairman and take control of the Zhang Family B&B.

"Come on." Han Jue patted Jiang Qi on the shoulder.

"Okay!" Jiang Qi waved her hand, and jumped into the car with her luggage. There was also a group of members of the "B&B" program team who went to Xiangnan TV with her. Jiang Qi did a good job of keeping confidentiality measures, and the program team only learned that Jiang Qi was going to "Singer" for a while. After Director Wang learned the news, he immediately turned into a shark that smelled blood. He divided half of the staff and urgently ordered air tickets to go to Xiangnan. Obviously, he regarded "Singer" as an extension of the workplace of Jiang Qi and Zhang Yiman.

The car started, and Jiang Qi didn't forget to poke out the window before leaving and reminded Han Jue: "Boss, don't notify the chairman in advance! Otherwise, it will be useless!"

"I know, I know, sit back quickly." Han Jue responded, and remembered Jiang Qi's face vigorously, treating this as the last farewell.

After watching Jiang Qi leave, Han Jue picked up Valentine's Day, took Zhang San, who had been unable to wait for a long time, and went out with Wang Dao for a walk near his home.

Han Jue is actually very unkind to take Zhang San for a walk because it is too troublesome. Zhang San is very excited every time he goes out, running around, wanting to smell and taste everything. It takes strength to hold it, and if he is not careful, he will become a dog. Jiang Qi is sweating all over the head every time she comes back from walking the dog, which is even more tired than a dog. Han Jue is strong and can easily hold Zhang San, but even so, he will feel intellectual fatigue. Zhang San finds that he is held by Han Jue and runs far away, and he will start to run around Han Jue. In the end, the traction rope will not only tie Han Jue's legs, but also tie Zhang San himself up so hard that he can't move. He can only wail and wait for Han Jue to rescue him, and once he almost strangled himself to death.

Director Wang took the camera and asked Han Jue: "Why don't you participate in this year's "Singer"?" Lan Hai hopes that Han Jue will participate in the competition is no longer a secret in the circle. The audience also has a high voice, hoping to see the scene of Han Jue and Zhang Yiman playing against him, but Han Jue never nodded and starred. This approach is somewhat "big-faced". Director Wang does not want Han Jue to be misunderstood or slandered. At the same time, he is also afraid that reporters will anger Han Jue when they ask the reason later, so he simply asks Han Jue on the show now.

"Because I don't know what to sing." Han Jue jumped up and avoided the traction rope that Zhang San pulled over.

Director Wang subconsciously wanted to say something beautiful like "You just sing whatever you want, everyone will listen to it", but the words turned around in front of the teeth and fell back to their stomachs. He held back and said nothing. Because this compliment was just a nonsense to Han Jue. Han Jue was confused now not the audience's reaction, but his purpose for this matter.

"I'm not in my best condition now, and the songs I'll be interpreting will not be good."

"How do you say it?" Director Wang put away his mentality of doing variety shows and started chatting with Han Jue as a friend. "Are you in a bad state now?" Director Wang looked at Han Jue's face nervously, afraid that what Han Jue said was a bad psychological aspect.

Han Jue smiled and explained: "I always make music to express my mood, my thoughts, and my stories. All my works have something I have made private. But now I am in a good mood and happy mood, and my ideas are becoming less and less worth mentioning. All the stories should be said. Although there are many small samples of songs in the music library, I have no interest in making them. I am in good mental and physical condition, but the state of the stage is not perfect."

Director Wang himself is a creative person and knows many creators, and understands what this is going on. Some artists are accustomed to making private lives messy, and even deliberately avoiding a stable life. Subconsciously, they are afraid that the desire to create will fade and become mediocre. Although Han Jue is still far from mediocrity, his happy life has begun to tame him.

"Sing something that can inspire you, such as criticizing something." Director Wang said: "Just like some songs you sang before."

Han Jue shook his head gently: "Real criticism comes at a price, which means fighting with blood. If everything is only spoken and does not cooperate with behavior, it will become an illusion of complacency. My previous critical works have more or less stood and spoke without aches. And I have recently started thinking about what power it should not contain."

"Why do you say that? Isn't it a good thing to have strength?" Director Wang began to give examples: "For example, "To me, Ten Years Later" and "Love Letter to Myself", many listeners said that they were encouraged after listening."

"I don't give these powers to them, they are something deep in their hearts." Han Jue said: "It is a very arrogant approach to stuff a value into the minds of the audience."

Director Wang is a good talker and listener. When he heard a novel point of view, his first reaction was not to refute, but to think. He was silent for a while and gradually figured out something. He suddenly thought that it might be the same when doing variety shows. A few years ago, he finally got the position of director and led a group of people. He was ambitious and wanted to make a variety show that could give positive energy to the people of the country, but he immediately failed. Later, he took over "I Love", revised the version, and tried to remove the Taiwanese version. It was originally just to make the program more realistic and topical, which was a measure to increase the ratings. But he didn't expect to meet Han Jue and Zhang Yiman. When the audience watched Han Jue gradually turn from a hedgehog to a loyal dog with the show, Zhang Yiman gradually turned from a silly and sweet to a worldly but not worldly elf, Director Wang found that there was no need for the program team to guide and output at all, and the audience naturally began to learn to love bravely and manage their feelings patiently.

"A good work is part of the creator himself and is private. The process of finding the audience is actually a process of resonance and awakening the same kind. The condescending output is different from the story of one soul sensing the other soul." Director Wang expressed his feelings.

Han Jue nodded and said that's what he meant. "Now I can't take out any personal things. The works I performed have no soul, so I won't go to "Singer"." When he said this, there was no regret on his face.

Dao Wang was in a bad state in the face of this "lack of breath" and had no suggestions. He could not say to Han Jue, "You go and do something to stimulate life" to inspire Han Jue. As a friend, he looked at Han Jue and Zhang Yiman's recent happy life, but in fact he was happy for these two people from the bottom of his heart. After all, he is the matchmaker who matched this marriage and has become a god in the marriage market.

"By the way, you can sing some happy songs!" Director Wang suddenly thought, "In your state, singing a happy song is definitely the most suitable and absolutely convincing."

"Brother, how many rounds can you sing such a song?" Han Jue rolled his eyes, "That's "Singer". "Singer" will be disliked and abused when singing songs of the same style three times."

"That's right." Director Wang nodded with a smile.

They walked for a while and when they adjusted the tone of the camera, they found that the clouds had floated to the sky at some point and the wind was getting stronger. Han Jue and Director Wang were worried that it would rain, so they turned around and planned to go back. But Zhang San was not happy yet and stayed on the ground and refused to leave. When this situation occurred, holding it back would only make this habit worse. Jiang Qi used snacks to resolve it, while Zhang Yiman forced it away. Han Jue's method was to put Valentine's Day on Zhang San's back. Sure enough, before he could put Valentine's Day, Zhang San stood up nervously. After lying on Zhang San's back on Valentine's Day, he meowed, and instantly turned into a mechanical dog, with his tail hanging down and he walked with Han Jue.

"Awesome." Director Wang took out his snacks to seduce Zhang San. Zhang San licked his mouth and wanted to eat it very much, but he meowed on Valentine's Day, and Zhang San immediately looked at him. "Awesome." Director Wang looked at the cooperation of the cat and dog, and was a little curious about Han Jue and Zhang Yiman who could even raise pets like this. He really didn't know what their children would be raised in the future.

When Han Jue and Director Wang returned to the B&B, it was already half past ten. The guests had already gotten up at this time. Those who were supposed to travel had gone on a tour as planned, but those who were supposed to check out and left had not left yet. The three well-dressed young men looked very polite, "I want to say goodbye to the chairman and the president." The three of them always cooked and washed dishes by themselves. Han Jue had a good impression of them, so he shook hands and said goodbye to them one by one.

They looked behind Han Jue, and before Zhang Yiman could wait, they asked, "Where is Teacher Zhang?" Han Jue replied happily, "I left an hour ago and I will probably come back tomorrow." The young people clenched their fists in resentment, looked at each other, and asked Han Jue with great enthusiasm if they could stay and work as a clerk, "It's okay to be a slave." Han Jue said, "Let's apply for a slave when you graduate from college." The young man had no choice but to leave unwillingly.

After Han Jue washed Zhang San's feet, he went upstairs to clean up the room after checking out. He found that employee No. 4 was already cleaning up. He said in a tone that Jiang Qi would immediately cry when she saw it: "Let me go, just let me go."

Employee No. 4 smiled and said something small, she was almost done.

The room was indeed almost finished. After Han Jue helped to take the bed sheet and pillowcases removed from the floor to the washing machine on the first floor, employee No. 4 then went downstairs.

Two people sat down in the living room and had tea.

"It's raining." The employee No. 4 looked at the sky outside the window and said worriedly, "What if I can't do if the quilt can't be fucked after a long time?"

Han Jue replied: "If you have a spare new quilt, you can borrow a few beds from other homestays or hotels."

The fourth employee is Zhang Yiman's acquaintance, and the queen brought by Sister Qin. She was the last signature singer. Although she is about the same age as Zhang Yaohui, she is well maintained and is still in the category of being vigilant when she gets close to Han Jue. Han Jue followed Zhang Yiman to call her Sister Meng.

"Where is Xiaoman?" Sister Meng asked Zhang Yiman.

Han Jue replied: "I've gone to Xiangnan to participate in "Singer".

""Singer". As the champion of the second season of "Singer", Sister Meng couldn't say anything without expressing some emotion at this time. "I heard that people in this season are not very good, so this year it started broadcasting one month later than last year."

Han Jue naturally said: "Awesome singers have almost finished the previous seasons."

Sister Meng took a sip of tea and smiled and said, "When Xiaoman invited me, he said you didn't know how to deal with people. I also prepared mentally in advance. As a result, you can't deal with people here. I can't even doubt whether you are hiding your weakness in front of Xiaoman."

"Oh, I have only learned it recently. These scenes were prepared in advance. It was the limit here. If there were more, there would be nothing left." Han Jue humbly stated that he really only knew how to say a few scenes. He used up a few words yesterday and one just now.

After hearing this, Sister Meng just laughed and asked, "How long did it take?"

Han Jue knew the trap in this question. If he answered for too long, he would be caught [When you were with Xiaoman, you were thinking of another woman. Even if that person was me, are you a little sorry for Xiaoman?] Such a loophole, but if the answer was too short, he would be said to be perfunctory and said [It seems not very difficult, I just think of it casually].

"Forgot." Han Jue replied.

But even such an answer cannot stop Sister Meng at all.

"It seems that you don't know how to deal with people, but you are too lazy to deal with people. You actually know what the other party will react after hearing what they say. So in the end, you actually did it on purpose." Sister Meng's smiling eyes were like a soft sword, and she stabbed in through the gaps between Han Jue's layers of defense.

"How could it be so powerful..." Han Jue smiled calmly on the surface, but he made up his mind to stop talking. He had been with the people in the novice camp for too long and gradually became less good at chatting with people in the high-level position. He had to adjust.

Seeing that Han Jue only drank tea and didn't speak, Sister Meng also tactfully changed to a relaxed topic: "When will you and Xiaoman have a child?"

"!" Han Jue suddenly drank a mouthful of hot tea and almost vomited back intact. But at least he held it back. He took a cold breath and suspected that Sister Meng was forcing him to speak.

"I haven't thought about this yet, it's too early." Han Jue replied, "We are all children ourselves."

"When will we get married?"

"This..." Han Jue hesitated.

Han Jue was just a little hesitant and immediately caught by Sister Meng. She nodded with clarity: "Oh, I thought about it, but I haven't talked to Xiaoman yet."

Han Jue refused to answer with a stern face, and prepared to prepare lunch and forced the topic to end. The topic of marriage is too personal, and he is not used to talking about this with others.

Sister Meng touched the ring on her ring finger and said, "Xiaoman said before that she didn't know when she would get married, but last year she met her and said she wanted to get married at the age of 24. I asked her why, and she said..."

Han Jue's ears moved slightly, and his butt, which had just left the mat for two centimeters, fell back. He respectfully added new tea to the cup in front of Sister Meng, signaling her to continue.

"She said that twenty-four years old is the age of her mother's marriage. She didn't know how old she got married before because she didn't know when she would become a good wife, a good mother. 'Every mother learns how to be a mother from her mother's that's what she said, and then she feels that she will never be as good as her mother."

Han Jue listened seriously.

Sister Meng continued: "But she said that after she met you, she suddenly knew when she could get married. She said that although she was not as good as her mother, she felt that if she lived with you, she would be very confident whether she was a good wife or a good mother."

Han Jue suddenly laughed, but he quickly held it tight. But his smile always leaked from the corner of his mouth. Han Jue covered it up and simply laughed directly. His smile was full of happiness and happiness.

Sister Meng: "You two haven't announced it at that time, but I've guessed it was you, so I told her no."

Han Jue was shocked and stopped laughing and asked, "Why?"

"Why did you guess it? Or why can't it?"

"Why are the differences?" Han Jue was very curious about both questions.

Sister Meng said: "When you first recorded "I Love" in our company, I was in the company. I was in the company. After you finished recording, I went to see her and asked her what she felt. She thought for a while and the first thing she said to me was, 'Is this the circle like this occasionally or always like this? Why do everyone say that he is not good for such a good person?' At that time, I knew that the little girl was going to finish it, and it will take a long time to fall. So later she said she wanted to get married, and the first person I guessed was you." This is the answer why I can guess it.

Han Jue was very satisfied with this question and laughed while listening.

"I won't talk about the second reason." Sister Meng's conversation was still erratic.

"Sister Meng, let's talk." Han Jue picked up the kettle and added tea to Sister Meng, hoping that she would tell you why she said no to Zhang Yiman, who hoped to Han Jue at that time.

Sister Meng shook her head and replied: "It's not that I don't say it, it's that I can't say it on the show."

Han Jue thought about it and thought it was [I had to inspect the goods before marriage, but it was too late to find that life was not harmonious after marriage]. But Sister Meng covered her mouth and pronounced a word with her mouth: [Weng].

"That's fine anymore." Han Jue replied frankly.

"Is it really okay?"

Han Jue nodded.

"That's good," Sister Meng smiled, "Now your life is harmonious, your love history is clean, and your debts are also... Well, there are still unpaid? I owe Gu Fan 800,000? That's fine... Since all aspects are well prepared, there should be no problem getting married."

Han Jue laughed and thought a lot with Sister Meng’s description, as if he could get married tomorrow when Zhang Yiman came back.

"Buzzing buzzing buzzing..." Han Jue's cell phone vibrated, and a phone call came in.

Han Jue picked up his phone and it was Guan Yi who called him.

Han Jue felt strange. Because the studio has no major projects that need to call to ask recently, even if it receives a big order that cannot be pushed, it will only be called to report after a meal.

The phone was connected, and Guan Yi's voice came: "Are you recording a program?"

Han Jue replied: "Yes."

"Is there any hands-free phone?"

"No."

"No one can hear it, right?"

Han Jue looked at Sister Meng opposite him, signaled apologies with his eyes, and then stood up and walked towards the toilet. The toilet was very quiet and dark in the cloudy day. Han Jue turned on the light and said, "Tell me, there is no one now."
To be continued...