Even if the so-called "creative background" is not combined with the so-called "creative background" to add drama to the work, the sadness and charm of this song alone will be enough to make it unforgettable for those who have heard it.

The sensitive ladies in the club also felt the sadness in the song. They used the action of drinking to quietly wipe away their tears, or used the excuse of going to the bathroom to repair their eyes that were wet with tears, so as not to find excuses for an excuse to attack.

The men in the club knew the tears of the female companion, so they were upset and anxious. Looking at Han Jue's smile on the screen, their mood was even more complicated.

Some people felt Han Jue's ridicule of the masterminds behind this smile, some people felt Han Jue's broken cannon that hurt the enemy a thousand times, and some people felt that Han Jue's smile was just showing off and selling miserable things.

They no longer had to worry about looking at Weng Nanxi's expression, their own expressions were already wonderful enough at this moment.

They no longer say anything like "the song was written by someone else". What they are only considering now is that this song will bring them a plan that will be successful and will bring them any surprises.

In fact, they vaguely felt that it was going to be bad, but none of them expressed their premonition. They didn't say it because they didn't want to hit their own momentum and didn't want to admit that they lost to a fool.

He refused to admit defeat, and then he started discussing with a serious look on his face.

The tricks are just the same few moves. One said he wanted to buy a navy again and increased the intensity of smear against Han Jue, and the other said he wanted to buy a few marketing music critics to damage the song. Or asked a big V to lead the rhythm.

Weng Nanxi didn't speak, so a member asked her: "Xiaoxi, have you ever taken photos of your diary?"

Weng Nanxi suddenly woke up from her trance when she heard someone calling her name. Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on her, she was stunned for a moment before shook her head and said no.

Everyone sighed and continued to discuss other countermeasures.

Li Zebin saw that Weng Nanxi was absent-minded, but had no time to take care of her. There was no accident, and even the right time, place and people were in harmony, an accident occurred. This made him accept the conceited way, so the most urgent task was to kill Han Jue smoothly.

Weng Nanxi was irritated, her mind was in chaos for a while, and her body was trembling slightly until now, and she needed to take a deep breath.

She was really unwilling to admit that she had learned everything in a year, but in the end she saw it. This kind of mistake was tantamount to Weng Nanxi, who was born with talent in looking at people, and it was a heavy blow, and it was the heavy blow that made her feel self-doubted.

Weng Nanxi looked at Han Jue, forcing himself to calm down, forced himself to fall into deep thought, and think about the problem. The memories of Han Jue, which were defined as worthless, were now revealed.

Once, Han Jue stood in front of her nervously, handed out a box, saying that it was his diary.

She felt a little funny. It was an era and there were also diaries for sending her.

"It's all my secrets, I'll tell you only one person." He said seriously, as if he gave her life.

"Okay." she said.

She accepted it.

By reading the diary, she could better understand him and control him, so she finished reading the diary.

"Do your friends know the one written on it, what happened when you were a child?" she asked later.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know, I won't tell anyone about this."

She smiled and said, "Hey, didn't you tell me?"

He said seriously: "You are different, I only talk to you about that kind of thing."

She looked into his eyes, was stunned for a while, and then laughed:

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

"Well, I believe in you."

The special effects sounded on the screen woke Weng Nanxi from her memories.

She took a deep breath and focused her eyes. The man on the screen who once thought he knew everything was so strange now.

On the show, Han Jue coaxed Zhang Yiman, who was hiding and crying, and laughed. He said laughter in a row. Finally, he rubbed Zhang Yiman's hair and looked at Zhang Yiman's smile.

After the director's hand, this paragraph made the couple very difficult to get a question. The pink music and special effects were added up for no money, making people so sweet that they curled up.

"I just cried like a dog, but now I laugh like a dog. My mother asked me if I had something wrong." Perhaps the song before was too sad, so it was enough for the audience to see that the person involved could still smile happily in this world.

"Damn it! Finally! This workplace colleague finally gave me candy! I announced that the show will be the real start from now on!" Or maybe the mode of getting along with this couple is really attractive. So much so that the audience is particularly willing to eat this sweet candy, so that while they are sweet, they still have to keep watching.

Weng Nanxi held the hat with both hands and his lips were almost bitten. The anger in his eyes was about to burst out.

She saw Han Jue approaching Zhang Yiman like a child and playing with Zhang Yiman without any previous low emotional intelligence performance. She said the bullshit chicken soup skills of [love is the same] and [the chicken soup made after experiencing life and death will be more fragrant and delicious], as an insider, she could see that these would not be the character design or arrangements for Han Jue by the show, because it was too natural. Besides, if Han Jue had to act, he would not be able to act at this level.

Han Jue was something Weng Nanxi had never seen before.

She frowned and reflected on her judgment. According to the previous hintings of the detective and combined with past facts, she was sure that all the analysis of Han Jue was correct. Now Han Jue is like a different person, the only explanation is that Han Jue was not honest with her, and Han Jue still reserved her.

He deceived her.

What's next? What should she do?

Weng Nanxi looked at the group of club men with ugly faces. They gathered together to lock their eyebrows and smoked.

Look at the screen again, Han Jue, who was freely swaying in front of the camera.

A sentence suddenly rang in his mind. The sentence was what Han Jue said after hearing Weng Nanxi agree to be with him: "I will follow you in everything."

She suddenly had an impulse now and wanted to ask Han Jue whether what he said was counting or not.

Weng Nanxi put his hand in his pocket, pinching his cell phone, hesitating.

On the show.

"Hey, it's time to go and have a meal. What do you want to eat?" Han Jue asked Zhang Yiman.

"Well, I want to eat..." Zhang Yiman thought seriously.

"Okay, let's eat in your cafeteria." Han Jue made the final decision.

"Our cafeteria? I haven't said it just now." Zhang Yiman was anxious.

"Okay, okay, you can treat you, really." Han Jue looked helpless.

Zhang Yiman was so anxious that he couldn't say that Han Jue was going to hit him.

"Wait, it's not time for dinner anyway, so let's continue to play here. Here, my inspiration comes one after another. Teacher Zhang is here, so you can keep the place!" Han Jue took a few hard times and said.

"Okay, okay, uncle, do you want to write "Your Eyes" now?" Zhang Yiman didn't bother to discuss what to eat, looked at Han Jue excitedly and confirmed.

"Well, that song has been written, let's try another song. The inspiration is coming, it's really hard to stop it, hurry up." Han Jue drove away with his hands like a goat, urging Zhang Yiman.

Zhang Yiman knew that inspiration was fleeting, and when he heard the urging, he was so anxious that he clenched his fists and stepped on the spot, and then trotted around the recording studio, not knowing what to do.

The couple got along again and returned to the familiar track, and the sad atmosphere before was dispelled.

Han Jue said "Hurry, hurry up", but he sat down slowly and took out paper and pen to write something.

When the audience saw this, they didn't know what to do.

This does not conform to your wasteful personality. Creation is written as you want to write? Is this how the character design of [Talented] made? Would you be too anxious and too suspicious?

When Zhang Yiman saw Han Jue writing something, he ran back happily and leaned over to watch Han Jue write the score and write the lyrics.

"Wow~" Zhang Yiman looked at the content on the paper, then looked at Han Jue, with little stars of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"Uncle, what is this song called? Is it rap?" Zhang Yiman continued to look at Han Juebi and asked curiously.

While deleting and modifying the lyrics, Han Jue said, "No."

When Zhang Yiman heard that it wasn't a rap, she leaned her head to see the beautiful words. What did she write? She just focused on reading the words.

"What's the name of this song? It's flammable and explosive? It's so strange." Zhang Yiman said.

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Chapter completed!