This star is from the earth

"Okay, wait for you, be careful on the road and take your time."

As soon as Han Jue put down the phone, a battery notification popped up on the phone interface, saying that the battery was less than 10%, so scared that Han Jue quickly turned off the phone and hid it.

After getting off the plane early in the morning and arriving at the hotel, in order to have an energetic date in the afternoon, Han Jue was so busy getting enough sleep that he forgot to charge his phone. When I got in the taxi and sent a message to Zhang Yiman, it was too late when I found out that my phone was out of battery.

Being in a foreign country and not being familiar with the place has already made Han Jue, who is a domestic cat, panic. In addition, this trip is for a secret date. At this time, the mobile phone is still out of power, which means that the safety rope around the waist is broken when the climbing is not halfway through.

In short, this tryst has not yet started, Han Jue has already begun to feel strenuous.

Are those celebrities who are in secret love or secret marriage also so tired? If he wants to continue falling in love with a silly girl, will this kind of tiredness be normal? How long will you be tired? Will the silly girl feel tired too? If you are not tired this time, when will you be tired? How long can they last?

On a dry winter afternoon, Han Jue walked down the street with his hands in his hands and his mind heavy.

"Ding~"

Han Jue received a text message.

Han Jue, who regards power as his life, only dared to quickly glance at the screen saver interface.

Silly girl: [Your charging treasure is coming at full speed! ~~(kiss)]

Han Jue's brow exposed outside the mask suddenly relaxed.

A silly girl who has always been kind and open-minded and doesn't like to lie, she is willing to deceive her parents, give up the opportunity to celebrate her birthday with fans, and risk her career to meet him because of him. This in itself is enough to show that she will face the future with him All difficulties and tribulations are resolved.

She believed in their future so much, it seemed too irresponsible for him to speak negatively and pessimistically.

Since facing the pressure at the beginning and choosing not to let go, you should be prepared to endure hardships.

【Without pain, there will be no real happiness. 】Han Jue did a few chest expansion exercises to cheer himself up.

After picking up his mood, Han Jue walked forward briskly.

Whenever he heard his English songs or Zhang Yiman's songs playing in the shop, Han Jue always lowered his head and passed quickly. Even passing by Lin Yuzhe's billboard, he would trot past.

Han Jue was walking on a completely unfamiliar street, and only at some uncertain intersections did he take out the map of his mobile phone to confirm the direction, take a look and turn it off immediately. Finally, when the power dropped to 5% unfortunately, it finally arrived at the agreed place.

Standing at the busy intersection, Han Jue looked around. In the distance are office buildings and apartments, and nearby are some commercial shops - nightclubs, bars, cake shops, convenience stores, record stores, flower shops...

Many signboards are marked with Huaxia or directly in Huaxia.

Han Jue was bored and could only admire the graphic design of the signboard, but after standing for a while, the men and women passing by always looked at him with explicit eyes.

Han Jue was so nervous that he touched his mask and hat, thinking that he should have revealed himself.

Later, several girls who appeared to be in their thirties accosted Han Jue, staring at his face wearing a mask. Han Jue dared not speak, and pointed to his empty wrist to show that He is waiting for someone. Several people left disappointed, and several people took out their mobile phones and wanted to exchange numbers with him.

Han Jue pretended to use several sets of sign language used by Millie.

After getting rid of those people, he thought about it, and then walked to the flower shop in front.

The windows of the flower shop are bright and clean, and there is plenty of lighting. In addition to selling flowers, there are desserts and drinks available. Sitting in a well-heated room drinking tea and chatting, basking in the sun, surrounded by beautiful flowers, the so-called leisure afternoon is nothing more than that.

Several groups of women of different ages were sitting in twos and threes eating cakes and drinking milk tea. When they saw Han Jue pushing the door open, they all cast their gazes over.

The scarcity of male customers in the flower shop is certainly one reason, and the other reason is that Han Jue's figure and clothes are too outstanding. Even if he wears a mask and hat, his eyebrows and eyes alone are enough to attract attention to his lower half. His face was full of thoughts.

Han Jue walked in calmly under his eyes, picked flowers, and showed his back.

The table in the corner was full of girls, one of them stared at Han Jue for a long time, and suddenly said to the companion next to him, "Do you think that person's eyes are very similar to Han Jue's?"

Han Jue, who was picking flowers, tensed up all of a sudden. He has good hearing and cannot understand Sakura language, but he can understand his own name.

"Eh? You said he was Han Jue? How is that possible?"

"Ha~ is it true or false? True or false?"

"Those eyes really look alike!"

"Ah, he turned around...but the height is about the same, and the back looks very similar."

The companions covered their mouths and exclaimed, chirping.

Han Jue was ready to rush out at any time.

"I said, don't be a nympho! Han Jue is in the United States, in the United States!" The last girl saw her idol being compared with a passerby, feeling as if she had been insulted, and took out her phone angrily. Said: "Look, it wasn't long before his studio posted photos. Han Jue was visiting a museum. Ahead, he was buying books in a bookstore. Ahead, he was eating..."

"Really..."

From the corner of his eye, Han Jue saw the girls muttering around the phone, and stopped looking at him. Han Jue nodded in satisfaction immediately, showing a relieved smile through the mask.

Before coming to Sakura Country, Han Jue deliberately went to bookstores, museums, theaters and restaurants one day in advance, punched in and took pictures, and left with one touch, in order to let Xiao Zhou send out one after another today, so that the world can see that he is still alive. The illusion of America.

Han Jue then greeted the clerk in Han Gaoguo's language, convincing the girls that they had identified the wrong person.

Holding a bouquet of roses, Han Jue returned to the intersection and continued to wait for Zhang Yiman. With flowers in hand, there will be no people to strike up a conversation with.

Han Jue looked at the rose in his hand with a delicate mood. He thought about what Zhang Yiman said before that someone gave her roses.

Although Zhang Yiman is already his girlfriend, it doesn't mean that he can sit back and relax from now on. He remembered that the former Chinese director Ang Lee said in an interview: [Being a father and a husband does not mean that I can naturally gain their respect. You still have to earn their money every day. Respect. You have to meet a certain standard, because this is one of the reasons why I don't slack off. 】

Thinking about it carefully, Sha Niu was blazing hot when she pursued him, and she was still full of enthusiasm after confirming the relationship, fighting for his love every day. Although Han Jue also likes silly girls more and more day by day, but some thoughts are not revealed, some things are not said, others don't know.

Han Jue held the flowers and hummed a song about waiting in his heart.

"Wait, I'm lonely until late at night, the night is getting desolate, the night is getting dark. You are choosing people, people can choose you..."

"If a woman always waits until late at night and devotes her youth without regret, he will treat you really..."

After singing a few songs, he felt that they were too sad and sad, which did not fit his happy mood, so he stopped singing and started to conceive a movie.

Time passed, and when Han Jue sorted out the work after returning to China tomorrow, Zhang Yiman never showed up.

Han Jue had a watch that Zhang Yiman gave him, but in order not to be exposed, he gave the watch to Guan Yi for safekeeping. Now there is no watch or mobile phone, Han Jue doesn't know how much time has passed. But looking at the tilted angle of the sun, Han Jue felt that the time he had just waited was not too short.

Zhang Yiman will not miss the appointment.

Han Jue's first reaction was that Zhang Yiman didn't find him, but waited elsewhere.

Han Jue stood up and looked around. The crowds around were still busy. He wanted to send a message to Zhang Yiman to ask where he was, but found that the battery of his phone was completely dead. He looked up for a while, then picked a cake shop with the fewest customers and went in. He wanted to ask the clerk for help to charge his phone and turn it on.

He didn't dare to stop passers-by from borrowing power banks. If he is recognized by the clerk, he can just run away at worst, because the clerk can never give up his job. But being recognized by passers-by is not good. In case the other party entangles him, he can only leave here in order to get rid of the suspicion.

After Han Jue entered the cake shop, he bought a matcha cake at random, and then asked the clerk in Chinese: "My phone is out of battery, can you lend me to charge it for a while?"

The young female clerk who had been staring at Han Jue just now could speak Chinese, and immediately nodded and said yes.

After the clerk finished wrapping the cake, he hesitated and said, "That..."

Han Jue looked up at her, feeling something was wrong intuitively.

"Excuse me, are you a celebrity?" the clerk asked, staring into Han Jue's eyes.

Han Jue shook his head slowly.

"I always think you look familiar..."

Popularity is a double-edged sword.

Han Jue shook his head again, picked up the cake and turned around to leave.

"Don't you want to charge it?" the clerk shouted behind him.

"Thank you, no need, I still have something to do." Han Jue replied in a muffled voice. After leaving the door, he strode away and hid behind a signboard. I probed to see, and found that the clerk ran outside and looked around in the crowd, with excitement and regret on his face.

[Almost recognized. 】

[No, it should have been recognized. 】

After the clerk went back, Han Jue cautiously hid for a few minutes before coming out carefully.

Now I can only look for Zhang Yiman first.

Holding the cake and roses, Han Jue walked up and down the intersection, thinking about the reason why Zhang Yiman didn't come.

[Did you find the wrong place? Or laying in wait for a prank? or……】

Han Jue would rather that Zhang Yiman let him go than that she had a car accident halfway.

[Wait and see. 】Han Jue suppressed his impatience, sat on the side of the road and waited. After sitting for a while, I couldn't wait any longer, and walked back and forth at the intersection leading to four directions. Han Jue wanted to go to the nearby crossroads to have a look, but he didn't dare to go far, for fear that Zhang Yiman would find others not there while he was away. He can't run, he can't do anything spectacular.

The sky in winter darkens quickly, and the sun almost sinks behind the distant buildings at some point.

The lights of various shops began to light up one after another, and the signs of various colors made the streets full of fireworks, and gradually there were more people than during the day.

Han Jue quietly leaned against the railing on the side of the road, panting.

The cake and roses are still there. It's just that the cake in the cake box was carried around and should have fallen over. The rose was pinched and shaken, exhausted and lost its luster.

Han Jue kept holding them with both hands, freezing in the air and almost losing consciousness. But none of this could compare to the loss and disappointment in his heart that made Han Jue feel colder.

When the street lights came on, Han Jue let out a long breath of white air.

Just now, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he ran to the two adjacent crossroads, but did not find Zhang Yiman.

Han Jue understands that Zhang Yiman probably won't come.

Looking at the increasingly lively night in front of him, Han Jue felt a kind of alienation from a bystander.

"Wait, I'm lonely until late at night, the night is getting desolate, the night is getting dark..." Now singing this song "Wait" is appropriate for the occasion.

Han Jue hummed a song for a while, rubbed his belly, got up and went to the convenience store to buy a can of hot drink, returned to the dark place by the side of the road, and squatted down.

An izakaya opened in the distance, and the music full of the flavor of the cherry blossom country sounded. Han Jue unwrapped the cake, which was filled with meat and vegetables, took off his mask, shivered in the cold wind, drank hot drinks and ate the cake as he listened to the music for lunch and dinner.

Just when Han Jue finished eating and got up to go back to the hotel in the car, a person suddenly jumped out and patted Han Jue on the shoulder.

Han Jue was taken aback, and suddenly hit the opponent's chin from bottom to top with the heel of his palm.

The other party groaned and staggered to the ground with his head raised.

Han Jue was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what he had done, he almost prepared to run away. But listening to the other party's cry of pain, he found that the other party was a woman.

Han Jue walked cautiously and saw that the other party was wearing a hat, a scarf, and a mask on his face. This configuration is familiar. Looking at the other person's eyes again, I found that it was an acquaintance.

"Ah, why is it you..." Han Jue hurriedly helped Lin Qin up.

Lin Qin was still dizzy in front of her eyes, and waved her hands a few times to grab Han Jue's hair, but Han Jue dodged them all.

"You man!..." Lin Qin grabbed Han Jue's collar and wanted to say something.

But the villain Han Jue complained first: "Why did you attack me?"

"Sneak attack on you?!" Lin Qin was relieved by anger, reached out to take off Han Jue's hat, and then pulled his hair.

"Calm down, someone is watching us." Han Jue grabbed Lin Qin's hand and lifted her up from the ground.

Lin Qin knew the seriousness, so she stopped talking and let Han Jue quietly lift her up.

"This way." Lin Qin lightly punched Han Jue on the shoulder, and then led him in one direction.

Han Jue followed.

"How do you know I'm here?" Han Jue asked.

"Xiaoman asked me to come." Lin Qin replied.

"Where is she?"

"Something happened to her, so she can't come."

Han Jue grabbed Lin Qin's wrist, "What happened to her?"

"Take it easy," Lin Qin shook, but didn't. Looking at Han Jue's tense and oppressive eyes, Lin Qin could only answer first, "It wasn't her accident, it was her father who had a car accident."

"It's good that she's fine," Han Juekang wanted to breathe a sigh of relief and celebrate, but suddenly realized that this wasn't anything to be happy about.

"Your hands are so cold." Lin Qin took Han Jue's hand off his wrist. After she finished speaking, she remembered that the man in front of her, who is a rising star in the film and music industry, had been waiting for Zhang Yiman in the cold wind for several hours without complaint or regret. Even if they didn't wait to come in the end, they didn't fight or make trouble. They were worried to death when they heard that the other party couldn't come because of something, and they were relieved when they heard that the other party was fine.

Lin Qin continued to take Han Jue to the parking place, "Xiaoman was already coming to you, but the hospital called her halfway, saying that her father had a car accident and was unconscious, so she rushed over immediately Hospital."

"That's right." Han Jue said.

Lin Qin turned her head to look into Han Jue's eyes, and found that they were not mocking, but full of seriousness. She continued: "I wanted to tell you about this, but your phone ran out of battery. She was so anxious that she cried and asked me to come and pick you up. I was rehearsing at the time, so I came a little late."

"Thank you."

"I came to pick you up with good intentions, but I was beaten by you..."

"It's so cold! Let's go!" Han Jue yelled, pushing Lin Qin's back and trotting forward.

After learning that Zhang Yiman didn't release his pigeons intentionally, Han Jue's spirit changed.

In the car, Lin Qin started the car and asked Han Jue: "Have you eaten yet? Shall we go to eat? Where will you be sent after eating? Or go to the place where I rehearse?"

Han Jue was silent for a while, and said: "I have eaten, you can take me to the hospital."

"To the hospital?" Lin Qin was taken aback, thinking that Han Jue was going to die.

Han Jue nodded and said: "Director Zhang was in a car accident and fell into a coma. Xiaoman must be feeling very uncomfortable now. If I'm not by her side at this time, what kind of boyfriend am I?"

...

...

"What did you tell me to pay attention to safety on the road, look at yourself, you don't pay attention to safety at all!"

"Even if you sit in the back row, you still have to wear a seat belt!"

"You're lucky! Fortunately, it's just a broken right leg and a slight concussion. Let's see if you dare not wear your seat belt in the future. I'll ask Uncle Chen to check whether you wear your seat belt every time!"

While peeling apples for Zhang Yaohui, Zhang Yiman reprimanded Zhang Yaohui with staring eyes.

"Got it." When Zhang Yaohui woke up, he saw his daughter sitting on the edge of the bed, thinking that she would throw herself into his arms and cry bitterly. He was ready to comfort her, but in the end, her daughter taught him a lesson until now.

It's really like her mother.

"I dreamed about your mother just now." Zhang Yaohui said softly.

Zhang Yaohui was about to say something provocative to ease the atmosphere, but Zhang Yiman was silent for a moment, frowned and asked: "Did Mom hit you after she knew in the dream that you were not wearing a seat belt in the car?"

"..." Zhang Yaohui was stunned for a moment, with a bitter face, "Why are you stuck with the seat belt?"

"I want to say that until you form a conditioned reflex, you will wear your seat belt when you get in the car. Seat belt, seat belt, seat belt..."

"I got it, I got it, I got it." Zhang Yaohui was miserable and felt that it would be better to be in a coma.

"How is Xiao Chen?"

"Uncle Chen's rib fracture on the right side, hemorrhage in the lung, the surgery is over, and he is now in the next ward."

"what time is it now?"

"Ten twenty-six at night."

"Ten o'clock... After so many years, it's the first time I let someone else dove." Zhang Yaohui sighed.

Zhang Yiman thought of something, pursed his lips, and said, "It's already this time, don't think about work!"

Looking at the knife waving in his daughter's hand, Zhang Yaohui had no choice but to rest obediently.

"You've been recuperating here for the past few days. I've bought crutches. I'll put them here so you can use them later." Zhang Yiman pointed to a pair of crutches standing against the wall.

Zhang Yaohui closed his eyes in despair.

The ward where Zhang Yaohui lives is a luxury ward, with a sofa, a desk, a balcony, and a TV. At this time, the news that the CEO of [Ai Du] had a car accident was playing on the TV on the wall.

The reporter in the picture is standing outside the hospital, and behind him are reporters from other stations who are also broadcasting the news:

[At 1:31 p.m. on February 15th, at the intersection of X-chome and X-chome, XX District, a white van violated traffic regulations and collided with the vehicle of [Aidu] Entertainment CEO Zhang Yaohui. After Zhang Yaohui was unconscious, he was taken to a local hospital by ambulance for treatment. Surgery is required, but his life is not in danger. The rest of the people in the same car were injured to varying degrees. According to the information provided by the Metropolitan Police Department, the driver who caused the accident had alcohol in his blood...]

"Buzzing~~" Zhang Yiman's cell phone on the coffee table rang.

"It's Sister Lin." Zhang Yiman cut the apple into small pieces, stuffed one piece into Zhang Yaohui's mouth, ate the rest by himself, wiped his hands, picked up the phone and walked out of the ward.

"Hey, Sister Lin, yes, Dad is awake, it's not serious..."

Zhang Yaohui chewed the apple and watched his daughter close the door. After a while, enduring the severe pain in his body, he slowly took a deep breath.

Zhang Yaohui first moved his arms, feeling that there was nothing wrong, and then slowly propped himself up.

Compared with Secretary Chen's pulmonary hemorrhage, Zhang Yaohui was very lucky to know that he had a fractured right leg and a slight concussion.

A plaster cast was put on the right leg. In addition to the three words [seat belt] written by Zhang Yiman, there were also [get well soon] and a cartoon picture of a little raccoon on the plaster.

Zhang Yaohui smiled, watched TV for a while, and then felt a little urge to urinate. He didn't call the nurse, and he didn't call his daughter. He felt that he still had the ability to take care of himself, so he didn't have to lie on the bed and let the nurse play with him.

He moved down the legs that were hanging in the air, fetched the crutches, and slowly stood up.

no problem.

Zhang Yaohui slowly moved to the toilet, and after a lot of effort to empty his bladder, Zhang Yaohui was about to slowly move to the bed again.

But when he came out of the toilet, he glanced at the door of the ward.

Intuition drove Zhang Yaohui to slowly move to the door.

Then he vaguely heard words like "uncle" and "date", and also heard Han Jue's voice.

Although Zhang Yaohui had a slight concussion, his IQ was not affected. He immediately guessed that these two people came to the Sakura Country for a date. Words are acting.

Zhang Yaohui laughed back angrily, furious.

I gave you enough face before to let you leave Xiaoman quietly, not only did you pretend to be obedient, but you also had the audacity to kidnap Xiaoman to act together, no, there is also Lin Qin. I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that I would dare to come to the hospital to find excitement now. Didn't I take the initiative to hit him on the muzzle of the gun and die? What is it?

Zhang Yaohui grinned grimly and opened a gap, planning to beat the mandarin duck with a cane on the spot.

Then, the daughter's crying came in through the gap.

"Uncle..."

Zhang Yaohui's crutches stopped suddenly.

"Uncle, I'm so scared... I, I almost lost my father... He didn't wear a seat belt, why didn't he wear a seat belt... The hospital said he was in a coma, so I, I thought of my mother... I hate hospitals so much..." Zhang Yiman choked up and finished the sentence in fragments.

Zhang Yaohui's heart was blocked suddenly.

When he woke up, he saw that his daughter was not crying or fussing, and her eyes were not even red. He grabbed him and began to scold and teach him a lesson. He thought that his daughter had grown up and become strong and would not cry. Although gratified, I also feel a little sad, thinking that my daughter is not cute anymore. After all, he was in a car accident, hit his head, and probably died.

It turned out that the daughter was still the crybaby, but in order not to worry her father, the crybaby hid all her tears and weakness and showed it to another man. The man she wholeheartedly prepared to be with for the rest of her life.

At that time, when watching the pickup truck crashing straight from the side, Zhang Yaohui had only one thought in his mind—【What about Xiaoman? 】

What would Xiaoman do if he died?

Can Xiaoman's character survive in the circle? Can Sister Qin and Tan Nian protect Xiaoman's security? Can Xiaoman still sing happily?

Will there be another person who can treat Xiaoman wholeheartedly?

"I think that's why Auntie is protecting you and Uncle. Today is your birthday, and Uncle survived a car accident. These are two things worth celebrating. Right? Also, you have to check carefully in the future Seat belt, if he doesn’t listen, just keep saying it in his ear, annoying him to death. Then you have to pay attention to your safety in the future. If you are the one in the car accident, it will be your father...and me who will suffer. Life But it's very fragile, so you can't be too careful."

"That's why uncle, you are so afraid of death." Zhang Yiman said while sobbing.

Han Jue laughed softly and said, "Yes, it's because I almost died that I became afraid of death. Now that I have you, I am even more reluctant to die."

Han Jue said: "Tomorrow and the accident, I really don't know which will come first. We try not to do things that we regret."

Zhang Yaohui, who was standing behind the door, licked his teeth with complicated eyes.

He had been worried that Han Jue would die at any time before, leaving Xiaoman alone to bear the loneliness, but he didn't expect that he was the one who almost died and left Xiaoman behind.

"But why did you come here? There are so many reporters downstairs. What if Dad finds out." Zhang Yiman blamed Han Jue in his tone.

"I can't help it. Something like this happened to my girlfriend's father. I have to come and take a look. In addition, I don't want you to face this alone. I want to come to accompany you, and then I come."

"Hmm~~"

"Don't cry." Han Jue asked softly, "By the way, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"No... hiccup." Zhang Yiman wiped away tears, hiccupped, and said shyly, "I'm not full of hiccups! I didn't eat anything!...I just ate half an apple!"

"I see, I see." Han Jue smiled, followed by the rustling sound of the plastic bag being opened.

"I'm afraid you don't have much appetite, so I brought you some porridge and some light dishes. Come and eat."

"I didn't have an appetite before, but now I have a lot of appetite." Zhang Yiman hummed softly like a kitten.

"That's good."

"How about you, uncle?"

"I didn't eat either, I'll eat with you."

Then there were two slight sounds of drinking porridge from the corridor.

Zhang Yiman chewed the vegetables in his mouth, and said in a low voice: "It's so miserable, I originally agreed to go on a date together today to go to the park and eat at that late-night cafeteria."

"This is also a date, hey, I'll give you the yolk of this salted duck egg, and I'll eat the white," Han Jue said, "As long as two people are together, it's a date."

"Hey~"

"Don't be silly, eat quickly, your father will call you later."

"Oh! (Hurr~Hurr~)"

"Slow down, slow down."

"Should it be faster or slower..."

Zhang Yaohui was silent for a moment, and silently closed the door.

With his back bent, he quietly moved back to the bed bit by bit.

Looking at the back, it seems to be ten years older.