This star is from the earth

Note: "Under Mount Fuji" - Eason Chan.

Here I recommend What's Going On...? "The live version in the album, the accompaniment is only the piano.

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It was nine o'clock in the morning, the weather was fine, and the resort became extremely lively.

Next to the resort is a volcano called Mount Fuji. Speaking of being on the side, it is actually far away from the village, but the mountain is so big that it looks very close to people, and you can see it sticking there when you turn your head. Two-thirds of the tourists in the resort come for this mountain.

Some people have already watched the sunrise on the mountain, and they are coming from outside the village with satisfied faces. Some people are preparing to watch the sunset, pack their bags and head towards the distant mountains. Tourists speak languages ​​from all over the world, and the streets are full of chatter and laughter.

There are a lot of people wearing hats here, and the clothes they are wearing are also the kind of windproof clothes that are ready to climb at a glance. Han Jue did as the Romans did, wearing the clothes that Xiao Zhou bought for him from the side of the road, and a fisherman's hat on his head, hidden in it, without attracting any attention.

Han Jue walked around, and finally stopped in front of a cafe.

This is where he and Weng Nanxi are going to meet.

Although he chose the place to meet, but there should be some precautions.

"You guys wait to act on your own and see if anyone secretly takes pictures." Before entering the door, Han Jue told Xiao Zhou and Lin Lin to make a bright spot. One for the outside and one for the inside.

Xiao Zhou was very excited, and Dabao Dalan said that he would sit at the door later, and no one could get out blocking the door.

Linlin nodded and was still a little nervous. She didn't understand what Han Jue and Weng Nanxi's secret rendezvous meant. The image of the boss in her mind might collapse at any time.

"Let's go." Han Jue led Linlin into the cafe.

There are mostly European and American tourists in the cafe, and they are not very good at distinguishing Asian faces. Han Jue walked through the crowd with his head down, opened a private room safely, and then sent Weng Nanxi the address and number of the private room with his mobile phone so that she could come over.

Han Jue didn't order a drink. He looked at Mount Fuji outside the window and began to wonder why Weng Nanxi was so persistent in pestering him.

If Han Jue used to cautiously suspect that Weng Nanxi came to seek reunion, it was money worshiping his own ability, but now Han Jue can't see it that way. Because the current Weng Nanxi's career is developing very well, and he is earning a lot of money from his main business and sideline business, and there is no shortage of his little money at all.

Ten minutes later, Weng Nanxi sent a message saying that she had arrived.

Then there was a soft knock on the door of the box.

Looking at the report on the screen [she came alone] and [did not make eye contact with the customer], Han Jue turned off the phone and said to the door, "Come in."

The door opened from the outside, and Weng Nanxi stood outside.

Han Jue originally thought that Weng Nanxi would also dress in a low-key manner like him. It turned out to be the opposite. Weng Nanxi's current outfit has a lot of turning heads. Although a goose yellow coat looks like it has been bought for a while and the color is a little faded, it is still very eye-catching when walking on the road.

After closing the door, Weng Nanxi seemed to have completely forgotten all the unhappiness before, and also seemed to have forgotten the unfamiliar relationship between the two. She took off her mask and said in a relaxed tone: "It's really nice to see you. Disaster!"

The tone seems to be complaining, but the eyes seem to be acting like a baby. After being looked at and said like this, most men's hearts will melt a little bit first, no matter how cold they are.

However, Han Jue's heart is not made of ice, but iron: "It's not difficult if we don't meet each other."

Weng Nanxi stared at Han Jue's eyes and tilted her head and smiled: "That's even more difficult." Before Han Jue frowned, she sat down opposite Han Jue, looked down at the menu on the table, and asked Han Jue Jue: "Have you ordered enough? I also like drinking coffee recently."

Han Jue was silent for a while, and said: "I'll tell you first. I don't know what you want to say to me, but no matter what it is, it's best to finish it before I finish my coffee. I'll go straight after I finish my cup. "

"A cup of coffee..." Although Weng Nanxi was still smiling, her eyes were sad, "That's enough. As long as you are willing to answer seriously."

Han Jue said: "I will try my best to answer if I can."

After ordering coffee, Weng Nanxi was not in a hurry to talk about things.

She straightened her skirt and asked Han Jue, "Does this look familiar?"

Han Jue had noticed her dress a long time ago, and he had a good memory. He remembered that the dress on Weng Nanxi was the same color as the one they wore when they met in the cafe in America.

Weng Nanxi smiled and said, "This is the first gift you gave me. There is also a bouquet of flowers, but I thank you."

Han Jue was a little surprised.

Weng Nanxi asked: "Don't you remember this?"

Han Jue asked: "So?"

I don't know if these three words are for the first gift or for not remembering things.

"I didn't really believe that you forgot those things because of depression, because I lived with you and knew you were not depressed. Until..." Weng Nanxi didn't say the second part of the sentence, she just bit her lip, Looking at Han Jue distressedly, he said, "Why are you so stupid?"

How can you be so stupid?

Han Jue didn't answer. Because in his opinion, the predecessor was indeed stupid. It’s not that the predecessor was stupid because he gave up his own life, but that the predecessor ignored so much love around him and bet all of himself on a relationship, so that he thought he had nothing when he lost the relationship. This is the truth. stupid.

There was a knock on the door, and Weng Nanxi turned her face out of the window, Han Jue put on her hat and went to open the door, and brought coffee back at the door.

The door was closed.

The two were holding coffee, neither of them spoke. There was silence in the private room.

Han Jue took a sip and said, "I also think that I am so stupid, so I am far away from you now. I am just curious, since you know such things, how come you have the nerve to come to me?"

Weng Nanxi looked down at the painfully steaming coffee, and murmured, "Is it really impossible for us?"

Han Jue sneered and asked Weng Nanxi, "Have you ever really liked anyone?"

Hearing the same questioning and sarcasm as her cousin's, the nerve in Weng Nanxi's heart was stirred again.

But unlike the silence when facing his cousin, this time, Weng Nanxi gave an affirmative answer.

"I liked it." Weng Nanxi said softly but firmly, "I liked you once, very much."

Han Jue glanced at Weng Nanxi, thinking that the other party was just a performance at the American Cafe, but this time he felt the sincerity in Weng Nanxi's eyes.

Han Jue would rather believe that this is an acting skill that makes him feel amazing.

Weng Nanxi seemed to know what Han Jue was thinking, she smiled and said: "At first I thought I didn't like it, so I went to the United States and used that performance to seek reunion. After that, I actually also I gave up. But after listening to your songs, one by one, I slowly remembered many things, many things that I had neglected before."

Hearing that Weng Nanxi had already given up, but his song opened up the memory of the past, Han Jue really didn't know what to say.

"People will tamper with memories and beautify them." Han Jue said with a complicated face.

"Maybe." Weng Nanxi didn't make much excuses. She took a sip of coffee, hid her sad eyes behind the steam, and continued:

"I used to treat many people as toys, parasitizing on them, and living a life that I could not reach. But in fact, I am afraid every day, fearing that I will not grasp the scales properly, causing them to lose control, or make them lose their patience. I am afraid that I will lose everything I have, and I am afraid that I will not be able to withstand a temptation, and I will never be able to recover. The eyes of every man actually scare me. The more I am afraid, the more I want to climb up, but I don’t know. Where to climb, but I think, at least you must be able to protect yourself?

You are an accident. It was an accident to meet you, it was an accident to hurt you, and it was also an accident to fall in love with you later. When I'm with you, it's not that I don't care about some things, but I don't dare to care about them. I was afraid of being hooked by you, so I stopped where I was. How can I be with you? You are so stupid, and you can't protect me. "

Weng Nanxi seemed to want to say these words with a smile, but with a smile, she couldn't help biting her lips and wiping the surging tears.

"Later... I started to have a lot of things, but it always felt wrong, or something was missing. I thought it was money, or status. No. Then I heard your letter from your fans, and I went home , Thinking about the past, only then, did I realize that the days when I was with you were actually the time I was least afraid of...

"What the hell did I miss!..."

The choked Weng Nanxi couldn't hold back the tears in the end, and knocked his head hard.

Han Jue couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block it, and reprimanded: "You also want to be a fool who wins sympathy from others by hurting yourself?"

Weng Nanxi stopped immediately and looked at Han Jue with tears in his eyes, like a wounded little animal: "I know I treated you badly before, but I won't anymore. I will treat you well in the future! I won't I want you to do things you don't like, not to go home drunk often, not to secretly hide in love..."

Han Jue looked at Weng Nanxi with a complicated face, unable to speak.

The thing is actually very simple. Weng Nanxi used to choose bread between bread and love, but now that she has enough bread, looking around at a loss, she regrets and starts looking for the original love.

Han Jue gritted his teeth, feeling very uncomfortable. For the predecessor, for Weng Nanxi, for the relationship between the predecessor and Weng Nanxi.

Han Jue let go of Weng Nanxi's wrist, sat back on his seat, interrupted Weng Nanxi's memory, and said softly, "I'm not the person you like anymore."

Weng Nanxi froze for a moment, with puzzlement and anxiety on his face.

Han Jue said: "A person's personality is made up of memories, you should know this. I have forgotten so many things from the past, especially those related to you, and I have other memories, which shows that now The me I am is no longer the one who is with you. The me now will not give you my whole heart, will not treat you as the whole world, and more importantly, I will not be as stupid as before. Can’t go back, can’t go back.”

Weng Nanxi looked depressed because she knew that Han Jue was right. The current Han Jue is very good, very good, very funny, very smart, very talented. It is a very happy thing to fall in love with such a Han Jue. However, the person who moved her was the silly Han Jue from before.

Weng Nanxi was not stumped, she immediately came up with a solution, and hurriedly said: "I checked the information, selective amnesia can be recovered! At that time, as long as..."

"But I don't want to recover." Han Jue sighed.

Weng Nanxi was stunned.

"I like who I am now, and I am very satisfied with everything I have now." Han Jue said to Weng Nanxi seriously: "Stop thinking about me, and move on."

Weng Nanxi bowed her head and said nothing.

The private room fell into silence again.

The silence was a bit long this time, and both parties seemed to be sorting out their inner thoughts.

Weng Nanxi said, "I see."

Her emotions have returned to her former calmness and calmness, but the sadness in her eyes cannot be concealed no matter what.

"Can you promise me one last thing?" Weng Nanxi asked.

Han Jue looked at Weng Nanxi.

Weng Nanxi pointed out the window, and said to Han Jue hopefully, "Let's go climb that mountain together. We had an agreement before that if we come to Sakura Country someday, we will climb Mount Fuji together."

The orientation of the cafe has been designed, and the window is facing Mount Fuji, which is like an eternal painting embedded on the wall, which is pleasing to the eye.

Looking at the mountains in the distance, Han Jue was silent for a moment, then shook his head and refused softly, "I'm sorry."

Weng Nanxi pursed her lips and clenched her fists weakly.

"It's better to climb such a beautiful snow-capped mountain with the person I like. Now I have someone I like, and I want to climb there with her. I want to leave such memories to her."

Although Weng Nanxi was mentally prepared, she still regretted being rejected. What's more, it is rejected with such a reason.

Weng Nanxi sighed softly.

The two stared at Mount Fuji in the distance in silence.

After a long time, Weng Nanxi recovered, drank the last sip of coffee, regained her spirits, and said to Han Jue, "Then sing me a song."

Then without waiting for Han Jue to answer, Weng Nanxi quickly added: "You first said that you would write songs for me after you learned how to write songs. I don't want to sing this song, I don't want anything. I I just want... to complete our previous agreement, even one." Weng Nanxi's voice became softer and more melancholy. But Han Jue heard it very clearly.

Han Jue thought about it, and finally said: "But I can't sing now."

Weng Nanxi's eyes brightened suddenly, and she smiled and said that she saw a public piano on the way here.

Han Jue had no more excuses. He drank his last sip of coffee, paid the bill, and walked out of the cafe with Weng Nanxi.

I went downstairs and saw Xiao Zhou. Xiao Zhou saw Weng Nanxi and his boss coming out one after the other, and immediately lost his expression. Xiao Zhou tremblingly reached into his pocket, holding the phone, as if he was about to do something.

Linlin was a little panicked, she couldn't believe that the boss, who was far away from all kinds of chaos in the entertainment industry, would inevitably step on the path of a scumbag like so many male stars. In her mind, Han Juewei's figure seemed about to collapse.

Han Jue couldn't give instructions even though he was wearing a mask, and he cast a few calm eyes from a distance, wondering if he had conveyed it properly.

The public piano is not far from the cafe and is idle.

That area is the center of the resort, with a lot of traffic, surrounded by mobile food stalls and some small stalls selling handicrafts. Some local street performers will sing here.

After Weng Nanxi and Han Jue arrived here, they didn't dare to get too close.

After taking Han Jue to a place where he could see the piano, he pointed to the piano in the distance without saying a word, and then sat down on a concrete step far away.

Han Jue walked to the piano, sat down, stretched out his hands and played casually at first.

Because it is a public piano, the quality will not be much better. I found that at least the pitch is accurate and I can play it tentatively.

Tourists around saw a person sitting in front of the public piano, playing the piano, stepping on the pedals, quite posture. So some people slowed down, ready to see how well this person played.

Han Jue didn't care about the tourists around who had noticed him. In Han Jue's heart, his audience was only one person.

A poor man who can never make up for his past.

Looking at the mountains in the distance, Han Jue's messy sound of the piano under his fingers gradually became more organized.

After a few sporadic snowflakes and the sound of the piano resounding in the street, it quickly attracted nearby tourists.

Tourists, if they don't sign up for a group, happen to be the most time-consuming group of people in the world. So after they were amazed, more and more people gathered around Han Jue and the like. Some clever people have already turned on the camera and aimed at Han Jue.

Han Jue saw that there were more and more people around, and the voices of people were getting louder and louder, thinking that in this case, Weng Nanxi would not be able to hear his voice.

So Han Jue borrowed a microphone and stereo from a group of street performers who were selling songs. The other party happened to be resting. After hearing Han Jue say that all the reward money would be given to them, this friend generously expressed that he could use it freely.

After simply adjusting the microphone, Han Jue played the prelude again. This time, the sound of the piano passed through the microphone, making people hear it more clearly.

[The rain that blocks the road is like snowflakes, are you freezing when you cry?

I'll wear this windbreaker until you have a boutonniere

I'm not even afraid of getting lost, why do I always worry about it

I painstakingly selected today and wanted to drive you home...]

Originally, seeing a tourist wearing a windbreaker and a fisherman's hat want to play the piano and sing by himself, no matter how prepared everyone was, they felt that this person could not hold on to the level of a KTV Maiba.

However, when Han Jue opened his mouth, from the timbre to the technique to the appeal, it was beyond everyone's expectation, and instantly caught everyone's ears and hearts in their hearts.

The scene was absolutely lively, and Han Jue's voice wasn't particularly loud, but the sound was really good, so it was like an infection, with the piano as the center spreading the silence around, so the place was completely quiet, and only the sound could be heard. Han Jue's singing.

It was clearly in the square, but if you closed your eyes, you would never have imagined that there were so many people there.

Weng Nanxi, who was outside the crowd, took off the faded clothes and folded them, put them on her lap, then sat on the ground and listened carefully to Han Jue's singing with her eyes closed, not wanting to miss a minute, a second, or a breath.

Because this is a song that belongs to her alone.

[Forgive me for not sending flowers anymore, the wound should be scarred

The petals are all over the heart, only the cemetery is afraid

If you don't marry me, we will eventually be cremated

There is a price for waiting a day for a lifetime...]

She has never been a person who likes flowers. In her eyes, flowers have no meaning. She doesn't love anyone who gives her flowers.

Now she misses a certain potted plant and wants to receive someone's flowers, but she never has the chance again.

Because the man told her not to wait for him any longer.

[Don't talk bluntly on Valentine's Day, I only dare to caress your hair

This gesture may make you more sad

What to advise on staying warm in the car

How can you scratch your wrist with pain...]

Weng Nanxi listened, and slowly buried her face in her knees.

How many people now know that her birthday is Valentine's Day?

During the days with him, she hardly celebrated his birthday seriously, but every time he kept her birthday in mind, he started to prepare several days in advance. But she always chooses to go out with friends for birthdays and leave him at home alone. It was always early in the morning of the next day when she came back. Despite this, he greeted her, who was almost drunk, with a smiling face and a cake, wishing her a happy birthday.

Such a person, with seven scratches on her wrist, left her forever.

[How old a person lives is short, but falling in love is only shorter

Who can budget how many miles it takes to get home

Forget the grievances between me and you, the cherry blossoms have bloomed a few times

The trip to Tokyo has been farther away than the previous life...]

He is always happy to make some distant plans. For example, go to Iceland to see the aurora, or go to the country of cherry blossoms to climb Mount Fuji...

But there are more and more plans and agreements, but none of them have been realized.

This time, the meeting in Sakura Country is barely half.

Weng Nanxi raised her head from between her knees, took off her soaked mask, and gasped for breath.

It would have been nice if it had been earlier...

[Everyone only has those hands, and it's hard for you to have them by hugging

To have, you must first understand how to accept loss

I once wandered along the snowy road, why did I shed tears for a good thing

Who can privately own Mount Fuji with love

Why don't you take the feeling of sadness and assume it's from your imagination

Can't find it in the test tube stains the eyes

The former dust is hardened like a stone, thrown away at will and fled

I am by no means rare, go around the street for a week, and I will disappear]

He was telling her with the content of a song:

Let him go in the past, don't let the memory become a burden.

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Han Jue's voice is very recognizable. Someone has already heard his true identity, and Han Jue took off his mask when singing, so many people excitedly wanted to keep Han Jue and touch the big star up close. It's just that everyone was attracted by the song and immersed in it, which led to a missed opportunity and Han Jue was not left behind.

After Han Jue finished the song, he buried himself in the encirclement before the applause sounded.

After running around a few corners, Guan Yi came from behind.

"What about her?" Han Jue asked.

"Already left, got into her assistant's car." Guan Yi, who had been secretly observing Weng Nanxi, replied.

Han Jue nodded, thinking that Weng Nanxi didn't come to make trouble. Because in the previous conversation, she almost exposed her secrets. It is precisely because of this that Han Jue is gradually willing to use "Under Mount Fuji" to persuade Weng Nanxi.

Xiao Zhou and Linlin also came together.

They found a restaurant for dinner, and Han Jue took the opportunity to clarify the main points of the matter: "This is the last time I will meet her."

Xiao Zhou and Linlin breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Boss, do you want to go mountain climbing?" Xiao Zhou suggested to go to Mount Fuji. He felt that the amount of exercise today was not up to the standard.

Han Jue shook his head with a smile.

How could the good memory of climbing Mount Fuji for the first time be left to Xiao Zhou?

Han Jue's cell phone rang.

It was an unknown number.

With the experience of last night, Han Jue didn't make any presuppositions, because he didn't know whether it was Zhang Yiman's call, Weng Nanxi's, or someone who was begging for a song and a role.

Line connected.

"Uncle, I seem to have done something wrong the day before yesterday, don't be angry..." Zhang Yiman's waxy voice rang in Han Jue's ear.

"What's the matter?" The smile on Han Jue's face began to widen unconsciously.

"It's just me playing truth or dare. Oh, the program crew is so cunning! There was a super tricky question. When I was asked, I asked if I had a secret relationship with my father!"

Zhang Yiman on the other end of the phone is obviously talking about a very serious matter, but once Han Jue hears Zhang Yiman's voice, it is difficult for him to become serious. He changed places, walked to a place where he could see Mount Fuji, and asked with a smile, "Then what did you say?"

"I said..." Zhang Yiman paused for a while and said, "You promise me not to be angry first."

"Okay, I'm not angry."

"Really not angry?"

"I'm not mad."

"You were impatient just now!" Zhang Yiman blackmailed Han Jue.

"I don't."

"I said, 'Yes'."

"Um?"

"I replied that I had a secret relationship..."

"That's it." Han Jue smiled and sighed.

"Say not to be angry. Are you clenched your fists now? No, put them down quickly!"

"Why are you angry?" Han Jue said softly, "I like this answer very much."

"Really?" Zhang Yiman realized that Han Jue was really not angry after repeated confirmations. She had been worried about disrupting Han Jue's plan since the day before yesterday, and then she relaxed.

"Hey hey hey~~" Zhang Yiman put aside her troubles and immediately changed back to that carefree and silly girl.

"Silly girl." Han Jue softly called out to Zhang Yiman.

"I'm not a silly girl." Zhang Yiman whimpered and refused to accept this title, but still asked consciously, "What's the matter?"

"Let's make it public."

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Looking at Mount Fuji getting farther and farther away, Weng Nanxi suddenly said, "Turn around."

"Huh?" The assistant who was driving the car froze for a moment.

Weng Nanxi looked in the rearview mirror and said, "Go to the mountain, I want to climb the mountain."

The assistant has a strong ability to observe words and emotions, knowing that Weng Nanxi is in a bad mood at this time, so he didn't talk about the return ticket. Besides, the assistant has always obeyed Weng Nanxi's words, and she will do what she says, so he transferred the car neatly head and head towards Mt. Fuji.

The car drove to the mountain climbing starting point on the mountainside. Weng Nanxi took out the climbing equipment from the trunk, changed them in the car, checked the down jacket, raincoat, flashlight and other things in the backpack, and started climbing.

Because Mount Fuji is actually a volcano, people walking on the way will raise dust and dust. Many climbers wear masks and sun hats, so Weng Nanxi is not worried about being recognized.

She set off at noon, stopped and walked silently all the way, rarely resting, and it took nearly six hours to reach the top of the mountain.

At this time, you can see the sunset.

The people on the top of the mountain looked at the magnificent scenery in front of them, excitedly began to take pictures, talked and hugged the people around them.

Weng Nanxi wiped the sweat from his forehead, held on to the trekking pole, and stared at the setting sun that dyed the clouds into a dreamy orange-purple with blurred eyes.

[Such a beautiful scenery, really should be seen together by two people. 】

As if planning to come only once in a lifetime, let the tears keep flowing, Weng Nanxi also opened her eyes wide, looking straight ahead, trying to remember everything in front of her eyes.

In the lively crowd,

There was no one around her.

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