Corleon shouted excitedly! In Chinese.

"This is Italian! I can prove it! I am Italian!" Corleon said as he crawled out from under the counter.

Xia Yuan looked at Corleon's excited look and almost cried. When he heard what Corleon said, he squinted his eyes and looked at Han Jue, and the corners of his mouth were raised, as if he was smiling.

Han Jue looked at this smile and knew what Xia Yuan was thinking.

"Director Han, where did you discover newcomer? Are you good at acting?" Xia Yuan said.

Now even Han Jue doesn't know how to deny Xia Yuan's conspiracy theory.

A deserted shop, which is enough to book a venue for a small amount of money, or through insider trading. When you are interviewed, you boast about yourself, package yourself, and then direct and act in a good show. Authentic foreign audiences testify from the side. After listening to the song, foreign audiences naturally become enthusiastic fans.

Corleon stood aside and looked excited, dancing and talking about how moving Han Jue's song just now was.

Xia Yuan nodded from time to time, and then smiled narrowly at Han Jue.

Han Jue sighed from time to time.

"Corion?" Freeman was foolish when he saw Corion standing there, and hurriedly came out. "Corion!"

"How can I ask the guests for autographs during working hours?" Freeman looked at his friend with a remorse.

Corleon suddenly realized and took out the paper and pen to ask Han Jue for his signature. Freeman pointed at Corleon speechlessly while handing over his notebook.

Han Jue was confused. The first time the fan asked for an autograph was a foreigner. At this time, Han Jue was not as he had expected. He would not be able to adapt when he was asked for an autograph. He is now more novel and a little weird.

"I like the song just now, how can I hear it?" Corleon was happily holding his work duty book.

"Uh, maybe you can't hear it." Han Jue said.

Han Jue thought that this song might not appear again.

"Ah, what a pity!" Freeman said regretfully. Although he couldn't understand, he also agreed that this was a beautiful song.

"Okay, but why do guerrillas appear in the lyrics?" Corleon wondered.

Freeman and Natsuhara are also strange.

Han Jue suddenly remembered that this was a song about the Italian guerrillas in the background of World War II in his previous life. When he arrived in this world, this creative background would be abolished.

"Well, let me think about it. I probably found it through the dictionary at that time, and I used it when I saw it, hahaha." Han Jue said with a smile.

Corleon thought Han Jue had told a joke, so he laughed happily.

"Let's go, the time is almost over." Han Jue said to Xia Yuan.

Corleon and Freeman sent Han Jue to the door and waved goodbye.

"I want to say these are really a coincidence. Even I was surprised that someone asked me to sign, and there were two." Han Jue didn't know what expression he should have.

"Okay, I understand." Xia Yuan was very perfunctory, "What is the general meaning of the song you just now?"

"It's about saying goodbye." Han Jue said, "In fact, there is also a Chinese version."

After walking for a while, Han Jue turned his head and tentatively said, "How about you listen to me sing Russian songs?"

"Don't, it's important for you to stay in shape." Xia Yuan stopped.

"Oh!" Han Jue sighed heavily.

A few seconds later, the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Han!"

Han Jue heard this familiar voice in the noise and followed the sound and looked over.

Below a shiny signboard, a young black man was waving and shouting at Han Jue, jumping towards Han Jue.

The bar behind him is quite large in size and sound insulation is good, and only a slight sound is revealed in the bar.

There was a long queue at the door, and the business was so good that it limited traffic.

This is the bar where Han Jue wants to perform.

"Is he your friend?" Xia Yuan asked Han Jue.

"Yes, I played music together before, and the relationship was pretty good. He lived near [New York Street], so I invited him to come and see me perform." Han Jue explained, "I have a lot of foreign friends, and we often play together."

After saying that, Han Jue greeted the black friend.

The other party was also very happy to see Han Jue, and he gestured from a distance.

When the other party approached, Han Jue smiled and said, "hey, what"s up (how did you do recently)."

After saying that, Han Jue stretched out his fist and wanted to hit the other party.

However, what is embarrassing is that the other party was immersed in Chinese culture for a long time and stretched out a spreading hand to shake hands with Han Jue. But when he saw Han Jue's fist hitting his heart, the foreign friend subconsciously raised his spreading hand.

"Pa".

The black friend's hands wrapped around Han Jue's fist.

The two people showed the shape of the end turned into stones, scissors, and the [cloth wrapped around the stone].

With them as the center, the air within two meters seemed to solidify. These two people were motionless on the street where people were coming and going.

Xia Yuan hugged her hands in front of her funny, watching the show.

Is this what you said to play together often?

The smiles on Han Jue and the black friends froze. After being watched by Xia Yuan for a long time, he finally recovered.

They shook their hands stiffly, trying their best to turn the failed greeting into a friendly handshake between Tinker Bell and Nobita.

"Ahem, don't you have a performance? Go and prepare." The black friend said, breaking the ice.

"Okay OK OK OK OK, will we go in through the front door or through the back door?"

"Ah, front door, no, back door."

"Okay. Let's go." Han Jue let go of his hand and asked the other party to lead the way.

The two hurried towards the bar, feeling like they were running away in panic.

Looking at their backs, Xia Yuancai finally couldn't help laughing out loud.
Chapter completed!