Xia Yuan continued to ask: "After you wake up, you can be said to have started your acting career again. Netizens on the Internet think that you are in a good state of withdrawal from the entertainment industry. Why do you want to come back?"

Han Jue: "To quote a teacher I like, the words in his work - the gardenia are thick and big, and they are so fragrant that they can't even be dusted off. So they don't take it for the elegant people, thinking that they have a bad character. Gardenia said: "Go to your mother, I want it to be so fragrant, so it's so fragrant, are you the mother's cares about it?"

"It's interesting." Xia Yuan smiled: "I saw that so many people scold you some time ago, but you didn't scold you like before. I just thought that after you woke up, I didn't like to scold you anymore, but I found that I was thinking too much. What do you think about this kind of online violence against you?"

Han Jue pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "I don't have any opinion. In fact, it's good to be scolded by them. A fool is a fool. This is my happiness. I don't want to be led by a fool at all. These people basically know how to be humble and courteous in life. However, once the screen is across, a generation of Internet users will have a completely regressed level of benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness. I analyzed it and found that the fundamental reason is that they can't be called through the screen between the mobile phone and the computer."

Xia Yuan smiled and said, "This statement is interesting. Your awakening is a great enlightenment, outlook on life, values, and even the way of thinking has changed."

Han Jue said, "I have a problem."

Xia Yuan raised his eyebrows. This was because he was asking the reporter.

"Why did you interview me differently from the way you interviewed the artist that day?" Han Jue asked.

He was really curious. He was ready to be criticized by Xia Yuan for a while. Unexpectedly, Xia Yuan was unexpectedly gentle in the interview.

After hearing this question, Xia Yuan knew who Han Jue was asking. Because he happened to meet Han Jue that day, otherwise Xia Yuan would not be able to remember who the [artist] was.

"Do you think I'm too gentle to you?" Xia Yuan picked up the teacup, his eyes drooping, and it seemed very harmless. "In my opinion, the purpose of the interview is to give the other party a sense of safety and comfort so that he can show himself and provide some nourishing content, rather than pushing the other party to the corner and showing that he is clever. She has no content inside, and because it is a forced interview task, I was not very patient that day. You are not much the same as her, so this kind of interview is my normal interview status."

"Okay." Han Jue nodded.

"Do you have a trip next?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Yes, I'm going to Aidu to read the song later. Do you ask this because today's interview is over? So fast?" Han Jue said in surprise.

Xia Yuan drank the tea and wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, saying, "Don't think too much, I plan to follow you intimately today."

Han Jue curled his lips.

When it was almost noon, Han Jue entered the room and changed his clothes and went out to Aidu.

Xia Yuan followed him and asked a few questions from time to time. Most of the questions were relaxed, like chatting more than interviews.

Because the distance was not too far, Han Jue and the others walked over and chatted a lot along the way.

Han Jue found that the difference between Xia Yuan and Fei in the interview was so big! When he was not interviewed, Xia Yuan was no longer gentle, and his words became mean and his tongue became vicious. Seeing Xia Yuan revealing his true face made Han Jue feel that he had been mentally prepared for so long and finally came in handy.

Xia Yuan discovered that Han Jue could actually keep up with her thinking and counterattack her by chance, which was very unexpected. She sincerely admired Han Jue's jokes, but she didn't expect that Han Jue would not lack any quick wisdom on the spot.

Sometimes when the two talk about something, they find that the communication is quite interesting because of different angles. Sometimes the two of them occasionally become mean, hurting the enemy by one thousand and hurting themselves by eight hundred. It is like a match for each other.

...

"How do you plan to solve your lunch?" Xia Yuan asked.

"I plan to follow Teacher Zhang's advice - it's best not to be full before recording the song." Han Jue said seriously.

"So, is this the reason why you don't treat me? Or are you planning to call me to record a song with you?" Xia Yuan said.

After walking a few steps, Xia Yuan remembered that he had just heard Han Jue mention the three words [Teacher Zhang]. Now he doesn’t have a camera, so it seems that he is used to it.

"Is Zhang Yiman waiting for you there too?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Yes." Han Jue nodded.

Before leaving, the silly girl called Han Jue to ask if she was about to arrive, and then urged Han Jue to hurry up.

Xia Yuan asked: "What is your relationship with Zhang Yiman in private? Is it the relationship between your brother and sister?"

"Isn't that the relationship between brother and brother?" Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan in confusion.

"Didn't you call her Teacher Zhang just now?"

"She also calls me Teacher Han." Han Jue said with a smile.

Xia Yuan shook his head and said, "So, you are a scheming person."

Han Jue said: "I find that you like to draw conclusions very much."

Xia Yuan stretched out his finger and pointed at Han Jue: "And you don't like being drawn to conclusions, especially when you're right."

...

The two of them passed the time by talking nonsense.

When we were about to reach Aidu, Han Jue asked: "Why do we keep talking nonsense to maintain the atmosphere?"

Xia Yuan smiled and said, "Maybe it's because your calmness is an invitation to me, which makes me unable to refuse."

"Xiayuan."

"Hmm?" Xia Yuan replied lazily.

Han Jue said calmly: "Lend me 100,000 Chinese coins."

"I refuse."

Han Jue pursed his lips and said, "You are poisonous."

Xia Yuan didn't care, "Anyway, you have swallowed a lot of poisons, so please bravely drink this glass of poisonous wine."

...

When they arrived in Aidu, the two of them could already joke with each other like friends.

When they noticed this, they felt a little magical.

Maybe it can only be explained by [to the appetite].

Halfway through the other party's words, he had already understood the remaining memes. Both sides were quick to grasp every possibility and every loophole in the other party's words, and then responded with sensible response. On the surface, they were calm and at ease, but in fact, both sides were in the undercurrents and chatted happily.

Without having time to reminisce about it, Han Jue took Xia Yuan into the hall.

"Uncle!" Zhang Yiman sat in the lounge area in the first floor lobby. When he saw Han Jue coming, he shouted happily, and then ran over.

This voice called the attention of the people in the hall. Then they saw Han Jue, so they looked at Zhang Yiman with a meaningful smile, and some even made fun of him.

Zhang Yiman had already had some initial resistance to these jokes. Although he was still a little shy now, his face was much better than before.

Some people in the bystander looked at Han Jue and looked at Han Jue with inquiring eyes.

They were curious whether the man in front of them, who should have withdrawn from the entertainment industry in the condemnation of the whole nation, was because of good luck or really because of his strength that he reversed public opinion and made a comeback?

Han Jue always turned a blind eye to these sights.

Although Han Jue was secretly contemptuous in the Aidu cafeteria last time, and this time he felt a curious and non-malice sight from all directions, Han Jue did not take the attention of others to heart. He looked at the simple and stupid girl who was not afraid of others and jumped over and ran over.

Zhang Yiman ran halfway through and suddenly realized that there was a woman next to Han Jue, and her steps slowed down. But after she carefully distinguished the woman's face, her steps returned to lightness and excitement.

Zhang Yiman stood beside Han Jue, but his eyes looked at Xia Yuan.

"This is the reporter Xia who interviewed me personally today. I will record the song and she will come and take a look." Han Jue introduced to Zhang Yiman.

Xia Yuan and Zhang Yiman greeted each other.

Then the group of three went to the recording studio, where professional musicians were already waiting, and Han Jue saw many familiar faces in it. For example, the producer who Aidu sent to help in the last time in "Love".

"Just just pretend I don't exist." Xia Yuan waved his hand and signaled Han Jue to do it himself, so he didn't have to worry about her anymore.

Xia Yuan found a seat by himself, took out the notebook and started writing words on it.

Han Jue, who was about to start working, immediately got into the state, took out the prepared score of "Your Eyes" and sent it to the musicians who came to help, so that they could get familiar with it first.

Then the recording of Zhang Yiman's version of "Flame-inflammable and Explosive". The producer, arrangementist, and the lyricist Han Jue gathered together to discuss the final effect. Zhang Yiman sang over and over in the recording studio, adjusting repeatedly, and polishing repeatedly.

While Han Jue sighed at the professionalism, he was also learning.

After singing it many times, Zhang Yiman had to take a break and adjust his state. It was the musician's turn to record the accompaniment of "Your Eyes".

Zhang Yiman took two bottles of water and went to Han Jue's side.

"Uncle, I'll tell you good news." Zhang Yiman whispered to Han Jue, looking nervous.

"Oh? What good baby did you steal?" Han Jue quipped.

"No!" Zhang Yiman's tone increased, and he looked at Xia Yuan carefully, calmed down his anger, and said, "It's me that I want to participate in this season of "Singer"!"

"That's fine, is it a substitute or a playmate?" Han Jue asked.

"The first one to play in the hall." Zhang Yiman was proud. If young singers of the same age received the notice from "Singer", they would ensure that they would be extremely nervous and would not be as relaxed as Zhang Yiman.

"That's really good news." Han Jue was very happy for Zhang Yiman's silly girl from the bottom of his heart. Han Jue believed that Zhang Yiman's voice should be heard and enjoyed by more people.

"No, uncle! The good news I said is that I will kick the house with "Flame-inflammable and Explosive" at that time. Are you happy or not?" Zhang Yiman gestured at herself with her thumb, looking like she didn't take the initiative to say it.

Han Jue had no idea why he was happy. He also expressed this with the expression on his face.

Looking at Han Jue's confused expression, Zhang Yiman said: "Uncle, after I make this song popular, many people will come to you to write songs. Are you happy?"

I'm happy you're a ghost.

Han Jue didn't know where he would be wandering then, so he would write songs for others?

"By the way, if you want to sing this song, is it your own work or a cover of mine?" Han Jue said curiously.

"Sister Qin said it is your work." Zhang Yiman.

"A singer can only sing his own works twice, so which two songs do you choose?" Han Jue suggested. After all, the more you choose "Singer" the more important it is.

"Your Eyes" can be considered a song, but my other debut songs are not suitable for competition." Zhang Yiman scratched his head and said.

"Simple, then hurry up and collect another song." Han Jue yawned and said, "The song is not afraid of not being famous, but not being able to catch the ears."

Han Jue heard Zhang Yiman not speak, thinking that she was thinking, but after waiting for a long time, then opened her eyes, he saw Zhang Yiman bit his lower lip, and his talking eyes looked straight at Han Jue, just like a lotus of water that was shy.
Chapter completed!