This star is from the earth

Chapter 91 On New York Street

Corleone exclaimed excitedly! The Chinese language is used.

"It's Italian! I can prove it! I'm Italian!" Corleone said as he emerged from under the counter.

Xia Yuan looked at Corleone who was about to cry with excitement, and when he heard what Corleone said, he squinted his eyes and looked at Han Jue, with the corners of his mouth raised, a half-smile.

Seeing this smile, Han Jue knew what Xia Yuan was thinking.

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

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

A deserted small shop, the kind that can be booked out for a small amount of money, or through some insider trading. When interviewed, he boasted about himself, packaged himself up, and then directed and acted in a good show, which was witnessed by authentic foreign audiences. After listening to the song, foreign audiences naturally become enthusiastic fans.

Corleone stood aside with an excited expression, dancing and talking about how moving Han Jue's song was just now.

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

Han Jue sighed from time to time.

"Corleone?" Freeman saw Corleone standing there in a daze, and quickly got out. "Corleone!"

"How can you ask for autographs from customers during working hours!" Freeman looked at his friend reproachfully.

Corleone suddenly realized, took out a pen and paper and wanted Han Jue's signature. Freeman pointed at Corleone speechlessly, while handing over his own notebook.

Han Jue was in a daze. The first fan who was asked for his autograph was a foreigner. At this time, Han Jue did not feel uncomfortable when asked for his autograph as he had expected. He's more of a novelty now, and feels a little bit weird.

"I like the song just now, how can I hear it?" Corleone was elated, holding his work book.

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

Han Jue thought that this song might not appear a second time.

"Ah, what a pity!" Freeman regretted. Although he couldn't understand it, he agreed that it was a beautiful song.

"Okay, but why are there guerrillas in the lyrics?" Corleone wondered.

Freeman and Xia Yuan were also strange.

Han Jue suddenly remembered that this was a song about Italian guerrillas in the background of World War II in his previous life. In this world, this creative background is considered abolished.

"Well, let me think about it. I probably found it in the dictionary at the time, and I used it when I saw it, ha, ha ha." Han Jue laughed.

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

"Let's go, it's almost time." Han Jue said to Xia Yuan.

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

"I want to say that these are really coincidences. Even I am surprised that someone asked me for an autograph, and there are two of them." Han Jue didn't know what expression to make.

"Okay, I see." Xia Yuan was very perfunctory, "What was the main idea of ​​the lyrics of the song you just said?"

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

After walking for a while, Han Jue turned his head and asked tentatively, "Why don't you listen to me singing Russian songs again?"

"No, it's important that you stay in shape." Xia Yuan stopped him.

"Oh!" Han Jue sighed heavily.

After a few seconds, the two looked at each other and smiled.

After that, the two walked on the noisy street with smiles on their lips.

"By the way, are you going to perform in this outfit?" Xia Yuan said a few steps behind Han Jue, squinting at Han Jue's back.

When a person is in a state of self-confidence, he will adopt the tendency of "approximate aesthetics"; when he is inferior, he will adopt the tendency of "compensatory aesthetics". She can usually use the swing of these two tendencies to judge the inner state of the interviewees and their deep and true evaluation of themselves.

Xia Yuan came to interview him after making sufficient investigation preparations. After the previous Han Jue lost the stylist assigned by the company, his taste and aesthetics were completely ruined in an instant, and he was fully exposed to the public. Street photography has become dirty.

Han Jue, who was walking in front, turned around when he heard Xia Yuan's question.

"Do you think it's too solemn?" Han Jue looked at his attire - black clothes and black trousers, ready to attend the funeral at any time.

"If it's not that I don't have time, I really want to talk about fashion with you." Xia Yuan quickened his pace, walked to Han Jue's side and said.

"We can chat now." Han Jue waited for Xia Yuan to follow, turned around and continued walking, and said to Xia Yuan.

Then Han Jue pointed to a sexy foreign girl in front of him and asked, "What do you think of her dress?"

Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue's hand, and said: "High heels are uncomfortable to wear, and they look sexy. They are essentially a sex toy. Women all over the street wear them indiscriminately regardless of the occasion. I feel that these people Live rough."

After hearing this, Han Jue decided not to talk about fashion with Xia Yuan.

Even if he, a half-baked guy, remembered some theoretical guidance from his girlfriend in his previous life, he went to talk about fashion with Xia Yuan, who had his own fashion concept, and the end result was to humiliate himself.

But Han Jue also thought of the inexplicably mixed and matched furniture chosen by his predecessor in his high-end apartment, and the gaudy clothes in the cloakroom.

It's hard to say whether his decision to move was influenced by his predecessor's poor taste.

If you don't get rid of this kind of earthy taste, then you may be waiting for his commercial performance in the future, and I'm afraid there will only be "The Earthy Family".

"What do you think? Do you think that woman just now is fashionable and sexy?" Xia Yuan turned to Han Jue.

Han Jue thought for a while and said: "[Fashion] will not make people sexy, [experience] and [imagination] can make a person sexy. And there is no other shortcut to get these sexy, the only way is You have to live well."

Han Jue thought: [Yoji Yamamoto's understanding of fashion should be able to calm you down, right? 】

Sure enough, Xia Yuan thought for a while before saying: "For a young man who has not yet reached thirty, your thinking is too old."

Han Jue said: "I am an orphan, and orphans are never young."

Before Xia Yuan could continue talking about the topic of [Fashion], the faint music coming from ahead became clearer and clearer. They were approaching a strip of bars on [New York Street]. There are more people around, most of whom are foreigners. There are people of all ages, dressed in different styles, laughing and wandering happily in this place.

Xia Yuan can't speak English, so he can't help him find a bar. Han Jue scanned the colorful signboards alone, and found the bar where he was going to perform.

"Han!"

Han Jue heard this familiar voice in the noise, and followed the sound to find it.

Under a large shiny signboard, a black young man was waving and shouting at Han Jue, while bouncing towards Han Jue.

The bar behind him is quite large, and the sound insulation is good, only a small amount of sound from the bar is exposed.

There is a long queue at the door, and the business is so good that the flow is limited.

This is the bar where Han Jue is going to perform.

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

"Yes, we played music together before, and we have a good relationship. He lives near [New York Street], so I invited him to watch my performance." Han Jue explained, "I have many foreign friends, and we often play together. "

After speaking, Han Jue went up to the black friend.

The other party was also very happy to see Han Jue, and made gestures from afar.

When the other party approached, Han Jue smiled and said: "Hey, what's up (how is it recently)."

After finishing speaking, Han Jue stretched out his fist, wanting to have a fist bump with the other party.

However, what is embarrassing is that the other party has been immersed in Chinese culture for a long time, and stretched out an open hand, wanting to shake hands with Han Jue. But seeing Han Jue's fist hit his heart, the foreign friend subconsciously raised his outstretched hand.

"Snapped".

The black friend wrapped Han Jue's fist with his hand.

The two of them took on the shape of [cloth enclosing the rock] in which they finally turned into rock, scissors, and Buri.

With them as the center, the air within a radius of two meters seemed to freeze. The two stood motionless on the busy street.

Xia Yuan folded his hands in front of him with a smile, watching the good show.

Is this what you said you often play together?

The smiles on the faces of Han Jue and the black friends froze. After being watched by Xia Yuan for a long time, he finally came to his senses.

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

"Ahem, don't you have a performance? Go get ready." The black friend broke the ice.

"Okay, shall we go in by the front door or the back door?"

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

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

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

Looking at their backs, Xia Yuan finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

I hope you will support me a lot.

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