This star is from the earth

After Han Jue took the notebook, he sat beside Xia Yuan and flipped through it.

He himself didn't know which previous life movies were mixed in these brief introductions, which were more like brainstorming. There are even some golden sentences in literature books.

"Are you planning to write a script?" Xia Yuan asked casually while picking up the fruit that Han Jue brought.

"Yes." Han Jue replied casually.

"You don't want to work hard to become a singer, an actor, or a superstar in this promising career as an entertainer, but plan to become a..." Xia Yuan tilted his head and looked at Han Jue's expression, as if confirming What, "screenwriter?"

"Why do I feel like you look down on screenwriters? Screenwriters are writers, just like reporters. Let's not kill each other." Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan with disgust.

"I didn't look down on it, I was just surprised. Seeing that you are ignorant on the surface, I didn't expect you to be secretly writing scripts. It's unbelievable." Xia Yuan shook his head.

Han Jue rolled his eyes flamboyantly.

In fact, I still feel a little guilty in my heart. From an objective point of view, according to the foolish appearance and knowledge reserve of my predecessor, one day I suddenly said that I was writing a script behind my back.

However, after observing and getting along with Han Jue many times, Xia Yuan found it easier to accept this matter.

"It seems that you have taken a lot of cultural lessons in the past few years, and you are self-motivated." Xia Yuan picked up "Manga Shonen Weekly" and said, flipping through the manga.

Han Jue bit the apple by himself, ignoring Xia Yuan's joke.

"By the way, did you start writing the script because of Lao Jia's movie?" Xia Yuan asked.

"That's not true, I've already started writing."

For a long time, Han Jue has added a lot of film and television content in this world, but only importing but not exporting is by no means a healthy way of absorbing. So I have written some short stories, but most of them are fragmented plots, which can be regarded as accumulating materials.

For example, in the literature and art area next to the film and television studio, when I saw Xia Yuan for the first time and witnessed Xia Yuan piercing a false artist's lie, Han Jue wrote down the process.

"When you sang and danced as an artist before, I didn't even hear you talk about it in interviews or interviews." Xia Yuan was surprised. Judging from the information she collected, Han Jue's temperament, which has been floating in the sky since his debut, can Hide this kind of worry? It should be normal for the whole world to know about it.

"You don't understand now. I used to focus on making money and endure humiliation for my dreams. I was an artist." Han Jue said half-truthfully.

"Don't be funny." Xia Yuan twitched one corner of his mouth, looking very contemptuous, "I never believed [make money first and then pursue artistic dreams] such words."

Han Jue raised his eyebrows: "What? Explain, explain."

"If you want to express purely in artistic creation, the starting point is narcissism. And no one can maintain a pure relationship with life after betraying their own principles. I have seen too many people who say that they must first satisfy their financial resources and then express themselves Yes. Filmmakers say they want to make money-making movies first, and script writers say they want to write scripts that fit the market first. Oh, this is a kind of self-deception. They will never make the movies they want to make again, write them I want to write a script myself."

"So I think that people who have the idea of ​​[making money first and then pursuing artistic dreams] will not be able to become artists in the end." Xia Yuan concluded.

After listening to it, Han Jue was silent for a while, trying to struggle: "But, who, didn't he write many bestsellers to make money, and later wrote a serious literature with great response?" Wanted to give an example, but didn't Well, I can only talk about the gossip I saw on my mobile phone not long ago based on my general impression.

Xia Yuan raised her eyebrows, it seemed that she also knew who Han Jue was talking about.

When Han Juezheng thought he could make Xia Yuan choke, Xia Yuan sarcastically said:

"Him? Forget it. His book is the most useless book after "How to Learn Chinese" was translated into Chinese."

"..."

Han Jue was originally not the kind of person who would be influenced by others, but he suddenly panicked when he heard Xia Yuan's words, purely because he remembered his past life.

That's right, since when did I write things that I don't want to be recognized as works by myself? I obviously just want to save enough money for instant noodles for half a year, and then lock myself up to write an ambitious and satisfying work.

But he compromised again and again, and several years have passed, has he ever been happy to write a good play that he is satisfied with? Have you ever expressed heartily, or satisfied your own creative desire?

It seems that there is no more.

Has the original wish come true? no.

[What about this life? 】

Han Jue's eyes couldn't help being in a trance for a while.

Seeing that Han Jue was in a daze, Xia Yuan didn't care, so he adjusted the channel, and the pictures flowed one after another. Sometimes the audience’s laughter came out on TV, sometimes the girl group’s idol’s sweet singing, and sometimes the nervous music of animals preying...

But Han Jue couldn't hear or see any of these sounds and images.

He was lost in his own thoughts:

Find a job that can support me, and then gradually stop playing the piano, stop writing stories, and read movies, novels, animation and manga every day, is this until death?

It's cool to stay at home and eat salty fish, but won't you get tired of it?

In such a good era, just bored at home for self-entertainment, making music that pleases one alone, and writing stories that only one can understand? Then one day the music is finished, the story is finished, so what?

Stop creating?

Han Jue suddenly thought of a sentence posted on the desk in his previous life. This sentence can make Han Jue pick up the pen obediently and continue to write with a sigh after every time he throws the pen over the table and runs to be lazy. It can be said that this sentence is his creative beacon:

[When you stop creating, your talent is no longer important, all you have is your taste. And taste will hold you back, make you exclusive and narrow. So, create. 】

Viewer or Creator? The former is safe, the latter is dangerous.

Han Jue recalled that in this life, he improved his piano skills and practiced his singing skills. After creating a song with difficulty, he sang in front of thousands of people. Looking at the joy on the faces of the audience in front of him, the happiness in his heart was just like his previous life. When I was not working, I took advantage of class at school and finally wrote a good story, and then shared it with my friends. Seeing the amazement on the faces of my classmates and listening to the sound of tsk tsk, I felt very satisfied.

This long-lost joy made Han Jue react immediately.

He seems to be used to living in the danger of creation.

Unknowingly, creation has become a part of life.

To make him really look like a salted fish, lying there doing nothing and expressing nothing, this is almost torture.

Thinking of this, Han Jue's irritability caused by confusion in recent days dissipated all of a sudden.

There are thousands of spins in my mind, but in reality it is only a short moment.

Now that the thoughts are clear, Han Jue's whole body is much lighter.

There seemed to be a lot of sweat oozing from the back. In the warm air-conditioned room, it made people want to take off their clothes and do a few sets of military punches.

The color of the scene that Han Jue saw in front of him seemed to become a little brighter, and the sound from the TV was transmitted to his ears more clearly. Even Xia Yuan looked a little better than usual.

It seems that it was the same as the last time I moved. Every time she hesitated, she always stepped on the time. Always let him face up to his heart again and again.

Is this woman a devil?

[Am I slapping myself? 】Han Jue couldn't help laughing when he thought of his original wish, 【It shouldn't be counted. Stars still don't come to be, whoever loves to be. Me, the creator. 】

"Come on, eat an apple." Han Jue solved his knot at once, and everything was pleasing to the eye. He graciously handed Xia Yuan an apple.

"What do you want from me?" Xia Yuan didn't reach out to take it, but looked at Han Jue suspiciously and asked.

"Am I such a person?" Han Jue said angrily. He took the apple back and took a bite himself.

so sweet.

Xia Yuan frowned, feeling that Han Juexiu was amused, not knowing why, and didn't even check to see if the half of the apple in her hand had been eaten.

Xia Yuan ignored Han Jue, turned around and continued to search for programs, and finally stopped the channel on a music program.

It was a hit program called "Music Storm", and at this time there was a young girl group dancing and singing beautifully.

"It's so pretty." Xia Yuan said.

"Yeah, it's really pretty." Han Jue agreed.

"This seems to be a new girl group launched by Sands Entertainment."

"...It's also pretty, but the song is not good." Han Jue said seriously, with a look of [I'm analyzing professionally].

Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue, and stopped complaining. He thought of something, and said, "I heard from Yinzi that you wrote the first awesome song for Zhang Yiman."

"It's really awesome." Han Jue nodded in agreement, "The kind that can hit ten with one."

"Can I write this sentence in the report?" Xia Yuan asked.

"Ahem, I'm joking. Actually, that song is okay. I personally like it, and the public doesn't know about it. But that song only shows half of my level." Han Jue said modestly.

"Really, why don't you sing it now?" After Xia Yuan finished speaking, he turned his head and searched for Han Jue's musical instruments in the room.

"Don't, don't, don't be funny, I'm not Teacher Zhang." Han Jue is very self-aware, he probably will get into a car accident singing this song now.

Xia Yuan is not too difficult, after all, Han Jue is not her child, so there is no way to just show off his talent if he sneaks out to show off his talent.

"By the way, Yinzi sent me to ask you in a roundabout way, if you are interested in helping him write a ballad."

"Are you beating around the bush?" Han Jue said expressionlessly.

"No." Xia Yuan was very calm.

"Okay." Han Jue nodded, "How much is he going to pay?"

"He didn't say it, you can ask him yourself when the time comes. But how much did Zhang Yiman pay you for the song that you played in "Singer"?"

Han Jue shook his head and said, "Don't ask, you can't sell other people's songs at the same price as the songs sold to Mr. Zhang."

"Yo." Xia Yuan narrowed his eyes, smirked, and poked Han Jue's waist with his elbow.

"Don't make trouble." Han Jue twisted his body to avoid it.

Then he lay back, exhaled, and said with emotion:

"I can't help it. I originally planned to be a self-willed waste after retirement, but because I met Teacher Zhang, I gave up this idea."

Whether it was Zhang Yiman who met Zhang Yiman as a partner in "Let's Fall in Love", Zhang Yiman led Han Jue's music introduction and improvement, or Zhang Yiman selflessly found a job for Han Jue and gave Han Jue a reason to create music.

It can be said that without meeting Zhang Yiman, Han Jue's life would be very different.

He might become a handsome salted fish, he might become an internet celebrity or joker, he might become a screenwriter... At least he would definitely not be exposed to music, and music would not become Han Jue's ability to make a living.

So for Han Jue, getting to know Zhang Yiman is really a very lucky thing.

"You're so wretched." Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue's expression and frowned.

"Fuck you." Han Jue recovered from his emotion and cursed back angrily.

This chapter has been written for a long time, and has been revised many times. There were originally more words, but they were still deleted. After all, this is not writing an article. It is not convenient to go into too much detail about the change in the protagonist’s mind, which will affect the reading experience, so let’s leave it at that.