This star is from the earth

[Stone Bar] is a well-known bar in this area. Everyone knows that many stars sang here when they first arrived in Shanghai. Some of these resident singers have changed careers, some have become singers, some have become actors, and some have become variety show hosts.

Huang Jin asked Zhang Yiman to discuss things at the [Stone Bar], saying that it was [Going back to my hometown to find the feeling] - he used to sing here until his debut. On the other hand, with a little selfishness, it can be regarded as taking care of this bar that is in his favor and advertising it.

[Stone Bar], like most bars, is closed during the day, so when Huang Jin and the others came in, the huge venue was very empty, and there was a lively smell of fireworks in the air, and there were no people there.

There were few people, so the lights were not fully turned on, and a few beams of light came down alone. In Zhang Yiman's eyes, this place looked like the place where those outlaws who dared not see the light in the movie made an appointment to negotiate.

"Ms. Huang, why are you discussing things in the bar? It seems like we're talking about illegal things." After Zhang Yiman sat down, he looked around.

"What are you talking about, silly boy?" Huang Jin smiled first, then put on a mysterious expression, and said: "Don't worry, don't worry, you will feel that this place is bright and splendid soon."

Zhang Yiman looked up at the ceiling, and then wrote the word "do not believe" on his face. Unless the ceiling of the bar suddenly dropped a hole and let the sunlight in, it wouldn't be bright at all.

Huang Jin was not in a hurry to explain, but asked the waiter at the bar to bring some plates of fruit.

"Are you not drinking?" Zhang Yiman looked at the wine cabinet in the distance, "We are at the bar now."

"It's too early to drink now, if you want to drink, you have to drink the celebration wine." Huang Jin politely refused. It's not that he can't drink, he just doesn't want to drink while working. Because he is a person who works by talking, drinking can easily make his speech out of control.

Zhang Yiman didn't have to drink, after hearing Huang Jin's words, he stopped asking for a drink.

During the time waiting for the fruit plate to come up, Huang Jin didn't waste any time, so he chatted with Zhang Yiman first.

Huang Jin has participated in so many [concert sessions], and has partnered with many types of musicians. He has enough experience to know what is important, what is not important, and what is more urgent in the process of collaborating with a partner on a song. There is no need to rush.

He is not very familiar with Zhang Yiman, who became popular this year, so the first thing we met today was not to talk about music, but to have a general understanding of each other's temperament.

"Xiaoman, how did you come to be with me?" Huang Jin asked Zhang Yiman, sipping pure water.

Zhang Yiman looked hesitant: "This, can you not say it?"

Huang Jinzuo suddenly realized, and then smiled into a ball of wrinkles, and said brilliantly: "It must be because I was the best singer among the hosts that day, right? Yes, yes, it is better not to say such things. You and I Just understand it in your heart, so as not to hurt the hearts of those few."

Zhang Yiman hesitated, and finally his conscience couldn't stand it anymore, and said: "No..."

Huang Jin became even more excited: "Do I still have advantages that I don't even know about? Tell me!"

"No."

"Then why did you choose me?"

"Because," Zhang Yiman rolled his eyes and looked aside, with a look of reluctance to tell the truth, "I was afraid that Uncle would be unhappy, so I chose Teacher Huang."

"He'll be happy if you choose me? What's the reason..." Huang Jinqing understood as he spoke.

"Ah! So it's because of me..." Huang Jin was dumbfounded, stretched out a hand to gesture at his face, and replaced the latter words with doubtful eyes.

Zhang Yiman nodded with certainty, cutting off Huang Jin's last chance of luck.

Zhang Yiman once taught Mr. Zhang to fall in love in [All over the world! 】I saw such a piece of advice for her in the Weit topic——

【Teacher Zhang, if you have a chance, you can try talking about other men in front of Teacher Han, or show that you have a good relationship with other men to make Teacher Han jealous. In this way, Mr. Han will watch you more closely! 】

This suggestion was praised by many people, but Zhang Yiman imagined the scene in his mind, and immediately shook his head and rejected this suggestion.

She is a person who falls in love by instinct, but she is also learning the skills of love with an open mind, but the skills she learned are all to make her relationship with Han Jue closer and better.

Zhang Yiman is unwilling to do things like introducing a [third party] to stimulate feelings in the suggestion. Because of things like a sense of security, one consumption is less. Even if it is fake this time, even if it is made clear, it will leave an impression in Han Jue's heart - [she may like others].

Zhang Yiman, who tried his best to run towards Han Jue, didn't want Han Jue to have such thoughts. She wants to let her uncle know that she only likes him.

Therefore, Zhang Yiman not only avoids misunderstanding Han Jue, but also kills any possibility of affecting her relationship with Han Jue.

From Zhang Yiman's point of view, Huang Jin is very safe and is not afraid of affecting her relationship with Han Jue.

"Hiss~~" Huang Jin raised his head, as if he was dizzy with anger.

Then he stood up furiously, showed his face to Zhang Yiman from left to right, and said forcefully: "Am I not good-looking? Why am I not good-looking! Look at these deep eyes, look at this small cherry mouth, Look at this tall nose again, what's not good about it?"

Zhang Yiman didn't argue, just kept laughing foolishly. The surrounding staff are all Huang Jin's old friends, and their smiles are particularly merciless and energetic.

"You're still laughing!" Huang Jin drank up a glass of water angrily [咚咚咚咚], and then said, "Even if I'm not as good-looking as Zi Shang, I'm still more beautiful than Shen He and Wang Songjie, right?"

Zhang Yiman said vaguely: "Almost."

"It's almost the same, you tell me clearly!"

"Well, that's right, almost."

"Hahahaha~" The people around laughed.

The scene was very happy.

Huang Jin's EQ and IQ are not low. He has been in the circle for so long, and he has always behaved beautifully. His looks have been joked about for so many years. If it can make the show more funny, he doesn't really mind being teased.

After chatting for a while, Huang Jin felt that he had roughly figured out Zhang Yiman's temperament, and then he began to ask questions about music.

Huang Jin ate the apple and asked, "Xiaoman, what kind of music do you usually like?"

"I like a lot of things." Zhang Yiman took a bite of a small tomato.

"What's your favorite song?"

"I like the song my uncle helped me write the most." Zhang Yiman said this sentence almost without hesitation, without any burden, and he didn't care if his words were heard by the producer of [Aidu] company Will you cry afterwards.

"Hmm..." Rao Yi, who had rich hosting experience, didn't know what to say.

Huang Jin slowed down and said, "The songs Han Jue wrote for you include rock and pop, so do you like these two?"

"No, I like whatever songs uncle wrote, excluding those written for me, I also like the ones he sang." Zhang Yiman corrected seriously.

Huang Jin took a deep breath, calmed down, skipped Zhang Yiman, and said directly to himself: "I prefer cheerful songs."

Zhang Yiman asked curiously, "Don't you like anything else?"

Huang Jin shook his head: "Such as lyrical and rock, I have tried other [concert performances] before, this time I want to try sexy and emotional styles, what do you think?"

"Sexy?"

"Yes, just use dance music! I want to dance!" Huang Jin was very excited, and he left his seat while talking, and began to dance uncontrollably with his limbs on the open space by the table.

For a while, he twisted his hips with the dance moves of the last century, for a while he raised his calves and kicked them, making a leg-bouncing movement, for a while he squatted down, and then twisted and twisted his body to stand up, as if he was full. The snake is quite angry.

Zhang Yiman watched from the sidelines, laughing so hard with the program crew.

After Huang Jin had enjoyed the dance and sat back down, Zhang Yiman said, "It's funny, but I don't like dancing."

[What a joke! I was not joking just now! 】 Huang Jin rolled his eyes.

"Then if Han Jue writes dance music for you and asks you to dance, do you like it?" Huang Jin stared at Zhang Yiman.

"I like it!" Zhang Yiman replied crisply.

"Hey! Isn't this all right!" Huang Jin clapped his hands, "You can still dance. Then we will make dance music!"

"No." Zhang Yiman shook his head.

"Don't you like dance music?"

Teacher Zhang frowned, and said in her usual euphemistic way: "Mr. Huang, you made a mistake. I like the dance music written by Uncle because I like Uncle. I don't like you now, why should I make dance music with you?" ah."

Huang Jin stared, his fingers shaped like chicken feet, trembling all over, as if he was enduring something.

"Our "Extreme Man" is a show that breaks through ourselves!" Huang Jin blushed and waved his hands fiercely, encouraging him so hard that his voice almost broke.

"No, no, I still don't like dance music. It's not difficult or challenging to sing." Zhang Yiman refused very straightforwardly.

"Don't like dance music? No challenge?" Huang Jin was taken aback, with an absurd look on his face, and finally he said firmly: "You don't like dance music, but you haven't met dance music that suits you! Like me, I didn't like dance music before... (Balabala ), now I especially like this kind of cheerful dance music, because... (Balabala), so Xiaoman, you must try it! Really! I won’t lie to you! You can’t lose!”

Zhang Yiman ate the watermelon with a calm face, silently watching Huang Jin's passionate speech, as if he didn't listen to it at all.

Huang Jin turned around, rubbed his face and walked around twice, then greeted loudly to the distance: "Come, come, open the stage!"

Everyone was surprised, well, it's time to sing.

"I have to justify the name of the dance music, so that you can feel the charm of the dance music!" After Huang Jin said this to Zhang Yiman, he took off his coat and trotted onto the stage. Twirling around on stage, doing splits, lunges, chest extensions... seems to be warming up.

Zhang Yiman took the fruit plate and sat down at the seat closest to the stage, ready to see what Huang Jin was about to perform.

At this time, the entrance of [Stone Bar] suddenly became lively, causing some commotion, as if a few people came in from outside.

Zhang Yiman thought it was a customer coming in, so he turned to look at Huang Jin and the director suspiciously.

[Didn't it say that the bar is closed in the afternoon? ] Zhang Yiman was puzzled.

Then, she saw the director with an expectant expression, and Huang Jin with an unsurprised expression.

When she looked back at the door, Zhang Yiman saw a group of people coming in, and two people carrying cameras also walked backwards into the bar.

[Are you here to shoot a show? Is it a cooperative program? 】

Just as Zhang Yiman was thinking, the next second she saw a familiar figure.

This figure frequently appeared in her dreams, and in addition to appearing in her mobile phone screen saver, computer wallpaper, and various videos and photos every day, she would not fail to recognize it.

Zhang Yiman threw away the unfinished half of the watermelon, waved at Han Jue bouncingly, and shouted: "Uncle!~"

The voice was so loud that it resounded throughout the bar.

When everyone was looking at Zhang Yiman, Zhang Yiman turned a deaf ear to any gaze, not shy or shy at all, still jumping happily, waving his hands and calling "Uncle, Uncle".

Some people think Zhang Yiman is too cute, and some people think Zhang Yiman is too exaggerated, so that it is a bit fake.

But Zhang Yiman doesn't care about others.

In Zhang Yiman's view, except for Han Jue's sight, everyone else is irrelevant.

Ever since Han Jue said he liked her last time, Zhang Yiman felt that he liked Han Jue more and more.

So much so that she wants to charge it once a day.