The sunlight cannot shine into the bar, and the bar is not open, with only warm lights on the top of the bar.

There was a book on the table at the bar, with half a glass of wine beside the book, and the woman holding the wine glass looked cold.

"I'm not good." Xia Yuan said with a smile, his tone calm.

"That's good." Han Jue nodded and replied.

At the same time, I thought to myself, "If you are not good, it's all my business."

Han Jue has always lacked patience with such people who don’t speak well. Since he doesn’t want to speak well, he might as well stop talking.

Without looking at the other party's reaction, Han Jue turned to look at the boss and asked, "Boss, can you listen now, or?"

[It's better to wait until the person next to leave before starting.] Han Jue tilted his head and finished the second half of the sentence with his eyes.

The boss wiped his hands, walked out of the counter, and said, "Just now. Miss Xia is an old guest and knows the rules. Listen to her a good song in advance and give her benefits."

The boss gave reporter Xia a guarantee.

When Han Jue heard the boss say this, he shrugged. There is no other way except to give the boss face. Anyway, the one he should have registered has been registered, and he is not afraid of the other party being humble.

Han Jue consciously took out his guitar and walked onto the stage.

The lights on the stage were not on, and the light was still dim. Han Jue walked onto the stage and felt like he was swimming into the dimness.

"Yinzi told me that I saw Han Jue singing folk songs here, and I thought that guy was joking." Xia Yuan saw Han Jue picking up the guitar skillfully on the stage, relaxing his posture, and singing folk songs as if he was poor and destitute, and whispered to the boss.

"No wonder that kid called me to ask about Han Jue's itinerary. I'm not Han Jue's agent, how do I know?" The boss poured himself a glass of wine, sat next to Xia Yuan, rolled his eyes, "Do you have something to do with Han Jue?"

"Let's chat. His company refused to agree, so he could only pretend to meet by chance." Xia Yuan said nodded towards Han Jue. It was also a coincidence that their interview with "Midnight" happened. When Han Jue parted ways with the company. Xia Yuan went to make an appointment, and Jinsha Entertainment would fight one by one, saying that Han Jue needed a rest and would not accept the interview.

Han Jue on the stage there was ready, clicked the microphone, then lowered his head and played the guitar casually, and hot his fingers.

Xia Yuan is not aware of music. She can even be said to be a fan of music. Listening to music is a serious matter for her. She can play music, take a glass of wine, and sit on the sofa for an afternoon. This is also the reason why she initially suspected the information provided by Song Yin, because when she was collecting Han Jue’s information, she knew exactly what Han Jue was in music.

Idol artists, rappers, and dancers. If you mix a [folk singer] into the above introduction, it will appear very abrupt.

Xia Yuan has never been a person limited by empiricism. After hearing Song Yin give a [not bad] evaluation, he became very interested and came to the bar to catch Han Jue. She didn't necessarily have to expose anything. If Han Jue's final level was that same, she would just inevitably be a little disappointed and bored.

However, when Han Jue hunched over and played the prelude, Xia Yuan's mouth curled up a curve. This trip was not in vain.

【This time you left without saying goodbye like before

Goodbye is his only goodbye]

...

【I miss you walking by my side so much

I can't stop my love when I think about it

The rain in the demon city keeps falling down

Just like your silent grievances]

...

【In a blink of an eye, it is summer again in our city

Everyone walking across the street squinted

People dare not speak or stop

Because heartbeat often brings dangers

...

It was a sunny afternoon outside, but the guitar in the bar ticks like raindrops. The whole space splashed with the sadness of this song, and the grainy friction in Han Jue's voice after a sip of wine, the air became sticky, as if the sadness was inside, so wet that it made the audience feel completely cool.

After the song was over, Han Juedai sat in the dim stage.

The boss let out a sip of wine, breathed comfortably, and nodded with satisfaction. He didn't know whether it was a satisfactory wine or a satisfactory song, or perhaps a satisfactory song with a good wine.

"Okay. I'll sing this song tomorrow. What's the name of this song?" The boss thought for a while, got up and poured Han Jue a glass of wine and asked.

"Summer on Shanyin Road." Han Jue was still on the stage, thinking about something.

"Shanyin Road? Where is it?" the boss asked.

Shanyin Road was in Nanjing in the previous life, but Han Jue was not sure if there was still this world.

"From my hometown." Han Jue replied.

The boss nodded without delving into it. He had also seen stranger and more remote place names appear in song names, and some place names are not bad even if they have changed.

Han Jue took a few steps, but did not walk off the stage. Instead, he turned around and looked at other instruments in the dark and asked the boss: "Boss, do you have a band in the resident place? I think it's better to have a cello accompaniment."

"There are no resident here, you have to find someone to the scene." The boss smiled, "If there is really no, you can only record a cello as accompaniment, and then use it to play it."

Han Jue nodded and planned to ask the silly girl if she could have cello after a while.

I walked off the stage, put away the guitar, and planned to leave.

The boss gestured to Xia Yuan with his eyes, and Han Jue was leaving. You should not hurry up if you want to chat?

Xia Yuan smiled at the boss, not having any intention of holding on to the point of being quick.

The boss shook his head helplessly and said to Han Jue: "Xiao Han, come, please have a drink."

The boss took out the wine he had prepared for Han Jue just now. Xia Yuan was so confident that he was calm and calm when he saw the boss pouring the wine.

Han Jue came to this world to eat healthy and have regular routines. Although he didn't like drinking, he didn't regard it as a poison.

Han Jue put the guitar box at his feet and moved the wine to an empty seat away from Xia Yuan. He sat down, drank, and waited for the boss to tell him why he called him.

Xia Yuan held his elbow on the bar and looked at Han Jue sideways.

"What are your next plans after the contract on Jinsha have expired? I won't keep singing a new song this week?" the boss asked with a smile.

Han Jue did not answer, but looked at Xia Yuan and then at the boss. The meaning of doubt was self-evident.

Is it really okay to talk about these things when a reporter talks about them?

"Xiao Xia is not an entertainment reporter, and their magazines also use timeliness as their selling point, so it's okay." The boss waved his hand.

Natsuhara shrugged.

After thinking for a while, Han Jue said, "Anyway, I don't plan to sign a company for the time being."

"We have accounts on social platforms, and sometimes we make the performances into video collections, so... are the copyrights of your songs in your own hands?"

Han Jue nodded. The contract said that the work created by Han Jue himself was written, and the copyright still belonged to Han Jue himself. Otherwise, Han Jue would not dare to write during the contract.

"So, if you want to put these new songs on the Internet, you need your authorization. Of course, it's paid."

Han Jue raised his eyebrows, and there was such extra money! He agreed immediately.

"I'm almost being hacked online. Boss, do you dare to play my song?" Han Jue didn't plan to cheat the kind boss, so he calmly expressed his opinion.

"Xiang? Xiang is... Oh, I understand. Don't worry too much. It's right for you to not respond to those things on the Internet. In addition, forgetful people will always be very tolerant of talented people, not tolerant of you. In fact, as long as you produce good works, you will reverse your image, and the people in your company understand this, so you get rid of your top platform for "Hip Hop" and leave an irrelevant love reality show." The boss is an old man, and there are a set of popular psychology.

Han Juegong bowed and said he had received the teachings.

"What kind of record machine did you buy later?" Xia Yuan suddenly asked after they finished talking.

"Not bought it." Han Jue replied with a frown and snorted coldly in his heart.

He went to the audio store several times later, but he never saw the record machine he wanted to buy at first sight. He could only save money to buy a good one. In terms of rational quality differences, he overwhelmed the emotional love at first sight.

"You like my red one very much, right? Then, if you accept my interview, then I..." Xia Yuan frowned and pondered.

Han Jue's eyes lit up.

"Then I... take a few photos of the record machine for you." Xia Yuan looked reluctantly.

Han Jue put the wine glass on the table!

Too much bullying!

Han Jue grinned, ignored Xia Yuan, took out a piece of paper, pointed at it, and said to the boss: "Boss, for the same price, which of these places has better surrounding facilities and high cost performance?"

Han Jue is preparing for moving.

[Cost-performance ratio] These three words are very old words for the boss, so the boss still kindly took the paper to read it.

"Are you going to buy a house?" the boss asked.

"Lease a house, move, and the house I live in now belongs to the company," said Han Jue.

"[Eleventh Avenue] has a good artistic atmosphere, but it's too expensive. [Lincoln Street] has a lot of foreigners, and [Orange Street] has a good greening, but it's far from the subway station..." The boss did not directly give the answer, but instead analyzed the pros and cons one by one, allowing Han Jue to make his own decision.

Han Jue's choice was difficult.

"What is your budget?" the boss asked.

"About three thousand."

The boss stared at Han Jue, then circled out [Lincoln Road] and said, "You don't choose a suburb here. Look, Sanqian doesn't want to live in the basement, so go to [Lincoln Road]."

Han Jue was unwilling to give up and said, "What about adding another 500?"

"Haha, then you might be able to add a balcony to the house you rented on [Lincoln Road]." The boss smiled and said, "Young man, you have been in the art for six years, why are you doing so poorly?"

Han Jue also wanted to ask about his predecessor.
To be continued...