This star is from the earth

Note: "Painting" - Ivana Wong

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Gu Fan had a dream.

The conditions in the dream were as grim as in reality. After being framed, Han Jue stopped all activities and could only stay at home. It is also inconvenient to go out, because there are a large number of protesters downstairs and journalists like hyenas and vultures. Gu Fan was worried about Han Jue, so he canceled all the plans and moved into Han Jue's house. The ingredients are delivered by Xiao Zhou every day, and he and Han Jue are reading, writing, drawing and making music at home, and no one can disturb them. Because it was in a dream, the passage of time was not obvious, Gu Fan only knew that such days had passed for a long, long time. One day, Han Jue suddenly put down his book and said he wanted to go for a walk. Gu Fan was shocked and said, there are so many people downstairs, it's not appropriate. Han Jue said as he walked out that they didn't recognize me. Gu Fan felt inexplicably that this sentence was true, and the people downstairs would really not recognize Han Jue. He couldn't see Han Jue's expression clearly, but he felt uneasy when he saw Han Jue's back opening the door. He suddenly thought that Han Jue's father just went out one day and never came back, so he slammed the door shut to prevent Han Jue from leaving. Gu Fan said, it's okay to go, I have to go with you. Han Jue shook his head and let Gu Fan get out of the way. Gu Fan didn't make a sound. Han Jue stared at him for a long time, nodded and said "OK" with a smile. However, before Gu Fan could heave a sigh of relief, Han Jue turned around and rushed to the window, jumping down.

Gu Fan woke up suddenly, his heart was still beating violently, and he was almost out of breath. He looked at the furniture and objects around him that were almost the same as in the dream but more real and detailed than in the dream, and gradually came to his senses——

【It turned out to be a dream...】

Great, what I just experienced was just a nightmare. Gu Fan panted heavily and closed his eyes, feeling a false alarm. His hands and feet were unknowingly caused by running out of the quilt, or because of the nightmare, they were so cold. It seems that there is still the touch of propping on the window sill in the hand, and the lingering sound of the cry of grief and anger still seems to remain in the throat. He retracted his hands and feet into the quilt, weakly stunned, recalling everything that happened in the dream, the more he thought about it, the more he felt scared.

[Fortunately, it was just a dream. 】

Gu Fan lay on the sofa for a while, and his grief and shock dissipated little by little.

However, when Gu Fan regained his composure and sat up from the sofa and saw Han Jue standing quietly by the window, Gu Fan froze for an instant, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his entire back.

The window was open, and the cold wind from outside the house poured in. The thinly dressed Han Jue didn't seem to feel the cold. He just stood quietly by the window, with his eyes facing forward, but he didn't know where to look, with his hands on the window sill, As if it could jump out at any time.

Gu Fan got up from the sofa, walked as lightly as possible, and walked to Han Jue as if nothing had happened.

Until Gu Fan stood next to Han Jue, Han Jue didn't respond.

Gu Fan looked out the window. Originally, the windows in the house were closed tightly, and the curtains were always drawn. Because downstairs is full of people who come to protest and yell, in addition to reporters, staring at the windows at all times. But it was only before 6 o'clock in the morning, the sky was dark, and it was not clear yet. Parking was not allowed on both sides of the road downstairs, so Gu Fan didn't see the protesters and reporters stationed there.

Gu Fan stared at the street lamp downstairs for a while, then rubbed his arms, and asked Han Jue, "Isn't this cold?"

Han Jue was still staring at the front without speaking.

Gu Fan's heart sank.

"Look, there's a cat over there." Han Jue suddenly pointed to somewhere in front of him.

It turned out to be staring at the cat. Gu Fan breathed a sigh of relief, and followed Han Jue's fingers to look over. It seemed that he didn't find any cats, only a bunch of plastic bags.

"It's a plastic bag."

"Really?" Han Jue said with a worried face, "I feel like a cat. It's so cold, I might be frozen to death."

"You know it's cold too." Gu Fan angrily brought Han Jue a coat.

Han Jue took the coat but didn't put it on immediately, he walked towards the door and said, "I'll go down for a while."

"What are you going to do?"

"Bring that cat up."

When Gu Fan saw a figure not far from downstairs, he was worried that it was blocked by reporters and protesters who had ambushed, so he was going to stop Han Jue. But being blown by the cold wind from the window behind him, fragments of the dream flashed through Gu Fan's mind - the coat, going downstairs, the window... Gu Fan felt his heart was clenched hard, his footsteps stopped, he turned around and closed the window, Then rushed to the front and pressed Han Jue's shoulder: "Let the bodyguard go! You just... make breakfast first. I'm starving to death!"

Under Gu Fan's nervous gaze, Han Jue pondered for a while while holding his coat, finally nodded and said "that's okay", then put down his coat and walked to the kitchen.

Gu Fan's shoulders loosened heavily.

"What do you want to eat?" Han Jue asked Gu Fan.

"casual."

"Then it's the same as usual?"

"Can."

Han Jue took out the ingredients from the refrigerator, frowned and began to think about the combination and calculate the calories.

Looking at Han Jue's busy figure in the kitchen, Gu Fan's mood gradually brightened, and he was amused by his worry after waking up. He remembered that he had talked with Han Jue about the way of death a long time ago, saying that the death of jumping off a building was not beautiful, so he was excluded early. Looking at Han Jue, even on such a day, he still counts calories for cooking every day in order to present a perfect performance in the last concert, insists on practicing, and refuses to indulge himself at all. As long as there is no problem, there is no need to worry.

"You have to learn to make breakfast yourself, it's not difficult." Han Jue told Gu Fan in the living room while making breakfast.

"It's obviously difficult." After Gu Fan poured cat food for Valentine's Day, he lay down on the sofa and replied loudly: "Besides, isn't there you? You can make it for me to eat."

"What's this called? I'm a person who is going to get married."

"I'll stay in the house next door to yours, and I'll come over for dinner when it's time to eat."

"Don't let Teacher Zhang hear your words, or she will definitely buy all the surrounding houses together."

"Cut." Gu Fan twitched his lips where Han Jue couldn't see, and shouted to Han Jue in the kitchen: "Brother, you can't be so fearful!"

Han Jue didn't reply, but Gu Fan guessed that Han Jue was smiling.

Gu Fan recalled his previous experience of going to "B\u0026B Cabin". He thought he would be treated politely there. After all, he is Han Jue's closest family member except for the old chairman, but in the end he was rudely ordered by Zhang Yiman come and go. Gu Fan was furious, you and my brother were so arrogant before we got married, wouldn't it be even crazier when we got married? So he wanted to join forces with the hard-working employee Jiang Qi to resist, but was tipped off by Jiang Qi, the "minion of capital", and was suppressed forcefully before the uprising started, and was almost expelled by Zhang Yiman. After the one-day and one-night "part-time job" trip, Gu Fan felt that this place was good. He wanted to stay in Dali at his own expense and find a house near the hotel to stay for a few more days, but Zhang Yiman unceremoniously drove him away and lied to him that The homestay is about to move to Xinjiang Province to open a store. If he wants to, he can live in Xinjiang Province first. Gu Fan was angry and hoped that Han Jue would come out to uphold justice, but Han Jue smiled and did not stop him.

That was only half a month ago, but thinking about it now, it seems like a lifetime away.

Han Jue made breakfast, and brought the breakfast plate to the living room: "Come and eat."

Gu Fan got out of his emotions, turned over and sat up, staring at the dinner plate. The breakfast is not complicated, just simple fried green asparagus, sorrel fish, fruit and yogurt, Gu Fan nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad."

Gu Fan stayed at Han Jue's house for the past few days, and all he ate was food cooked by Han Jue. At the beginning, the request was to allow Han Jue to be able to distract himself during such a period, but in the end, it can be said that it was to make up for the treatment of "Mr. Zhang's Bed and Breakfast".

Gu Fan savored Han Jue's cooking skills like a gourmet, praising this delicious food and that delicious food, and he will eat it again in the future. The mobile phone that was placed aside suddenly rang. Gu Fan picked it up and heard that it was a call from the bodyguard downstairs, saying that the kitten had not been found.

Gu Fan relayed the bodyguard's words to Han Jue: "That's a plastic bag."

Han Jue said "That's good", drank yogurt, and talked about how to make today's breakfast, how to defrost, how to marinate, how to cook, I hope Gu Fan can learn it. Gu Fan nodded his head and listened, but actually it went in one ear and out the other.

If it wasn't for the grievances that Han Jue bears that need to be cleared up immediately, Gu Fan really thought it would not be too bad to live like this for a little longer.

Gu Fan and Han Jue were eating breakfast slowly, when suddenly there was a shout from downstairs outside the window.

"Black Mirror is trash!"

"Did you hear that? Your movies are rubbish, and your songs are rubbish!"

"Trash! Scum! Go to hell! Go to hell if you get depression!"

"..."

The sound is from far to near.

It was the fed-up protesters who came to "work".

Gu Fan's good mood disappeared in an instant, he put down his glass, and angrily went to the window to quarrel with someone.

When encountering such a situation, Jalens upstairs would always open the window to scold these people, shouting more disturbingly than the people downstairs, sometimes throwing ice water down, and even let the security guards throw smoke bombs on people pile. But now that Jalens has gone to the United States, this matter is naturally left to Gu Fan.

Han Jue reached out and stopped Gu Fan from getting up, "Let them go."

Gu Fan looked into Han Jue's eyes and saw that Han Jue was really calm and not angry, so he had to sit down again angrily.

"Han silly than to die! Die..."

After a while, the voice changed from near to far, a little hurried.

Because the bodyguards downstairs chased after them.

"...You lackeys, if you have any conscience, resign immediately!...Don't fuck me! I am protected by Huaxia law!..."

During the days when Han Jue lived at home, it was not the first time that people came downstairs to disturb the people, but Gu Fan still felt angry every time he heard it. Rao is based on his self-cultivation and psychological quality, even in this situation, he still can't help but swear and want to hit someone. He really didn't understand how much he had to hate a person before he could not hesitate to expose the darkness in his heart and curse a person who had nothing to do with each other to die early.

"There are still a lot of people who like "Black Mirror" online." Gu Fan was worried that Han Jue's mood would be affected by the negative reviews of "Black Mirror" on the Internet in the past two days. Mirror" a fair treatment."

Han Jue nodded with a smile, as if he didn't care much about the so-called "fair treatment".

The abusers downstairs stopped after shouting for a while, not because they were tired or guilty, but because the reporter hadn't gone to work yet, and now he couldn't shout anymore. After all, performing without an audience is essentially a waste of talent. Those words just now are just announcing their arrival.

After eight o'clock, the reporters and paparazzi began to go to work one after another, and the protesters cheered up again. After a few more people, the crusade became more organized. They held up signs and shouted loudly, putting on a show in front of the camera, immersed In the pleasure of justice, he also told the young students passing by to be careful about the people living in the building in front, so as not to suffer.

This level is actually enough to disturb the people, but many people living around are from foreign countries. Jue felt that innocent people like them were affected because of Han Jue's crimes. Some residents even joined the protest, condemning Han Jue, and desperately hoped that Han Jue would move out of the community as soon as possible.

"Han Jue trash! Han Jue trash!"

"Get out! Get out!"

"..."

Gu Fan really couldn't bear Han Jue to stay in the living room too much, he pushed Han Jue's back and urged him to go into the house to practice the piano.

Han Jue walked into the studio with coffee and a cat.

Gu Fan was washing the dishes and listening to the noise outside, hesitating whether to pour water downstairs.

After washing the dishes, Gu Fan rolled up his sleeves and walked to the production room. After breakfast every day, it was time for Han Jue to practice piano or voice, and he also followed. He has seen Han Jue write a lot of music these days, and the efficiency is astonishing. Often when talking about a certain sentence or a certain word, Han Jue can hum a melody, or even a whole song.

Gu Fan opened the door and walked into the production room with dark red walls. At a glance, he saw Han Jue sitting on a chair in a daze, or staring at a painting on the wall.

The oil painting that Han Jue was looking at was called "The Crow on the Wheat Field", which was bought by Gu Fan in Europe last year as a birthday present for Han Jue. Gu Fan still remembered that the painter was an unknown painter, so he bought it in an antique shop in France after entrusting many people and spending a lot of effort.

Gu Fan didn't have a deep study of oil painting, so he couldn't judge whether it was good or not, but with Han Jue's love and Pei Qing's affirmation, he could also know that it was a good painting.

The painting shows a gloomy night and a large area of ​​golden wheat fields, which are divided into two halves by three paths. The color contrast is extremely strong, and the dense short and straight brush strokes cover the entire painting, making people feel a sense of depressing tremor when staring at it.

"I'm really not sure about how they comment on my songs and movies. Whether they are loved or hated, at least they have been seen by many people in this world, and then they become the nourishment of some people's lives. Whether they become garbage that some people hate is their fate."

Gu Fan remained silent.

"And, compared to this person," Han Jue stared straight at the painting on the wall, "I'm already much luckier."

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Jue moved his hands on the keys. A lonely melody like the starry sky on a winter night poured out, and he hummed softly:

【Being blamed and dismissed

Deceived by a lover, desperate and forced to feel

A geek who is so foolish as to leave his ears as decorations for his lover

Who has been scared or moved or frightened

The pain of bitter love is all wiped out...]

Gu Fan is not surprised by this, and understands that it is the painting in front of him and the artist of this painting that inspired Han Jue to create.

Originally, at such times, he would not disturb the musicians, lest he disturb the musicians' creation, but Han Jue is very different, different from all the musicians Gu Fan knew before. Han Jue often writes in one go, and one song after writing is one song. However, if there is a pause in the creation process, it means that he has encountered obstacles. It is fine to let him think alone, but the most efficient is to chat with him. Only by talking and talking can new sparks be created.

Therefore, when Han Jue stopped after singing a paragraph, and just let the piano continue to play, and continued to roam around looking for inspiration, Gu Fan waited for a while and asked the painter, "What's his name?" He forgot the artist's name.

Han Jue lowered his eyes and replied softly, "Van Gogh."

Inspiration was found.

The softly hummed song continued:

【Have you ever heard of Van Gogh? How much is it worth?

His personality is difficult to explain

Let everyone understand

see he has the right to paint

Perhaps the pockets will not be empty...]

"If you really want to say, my own work is neither a song nor a movie. My real work is my life." After another pause, Han Jue said to Gu Fan while playing, "It's a bit strange to say that, you put It is easy to understand as a biographical film. My life experience is the main line of the work, and the songs and videos are the highlights, just embellishments."

Gu Fan understood. He felt so. Han Jue's life has been full of ups and downs. From childhood to the present, suffering has been entangled with him continuously. He occasionally meets good, but immediately falls down, as if fate favors him but plays with him. Become famous overnight, fall down the next year, get depressed in the trough, make a stunning comeback, step to the top, and be framed by others... The ups and downs of this ups and downs are legendary. Every legend is meant to be unrepeatable. If the experience of Han Jue's life is filmed, it will definitely be considered wonderful. But it's not enough, the ending of the legend can't stop at [being framed by someone, retreating sadly]!

In the face of being framed, it is not completely powerless to fight back now. Wang Qingjun ignited a flame on the Internet, and other celebrities who supported Han Jue and rational people guarded the flame together and made it stronger. The old chairman, Zhang Yaohui, blocked the culprit behind the scenes, and Guan Yi and Jarrence were going to the United States to catch the culprit.

Behind [being framed] must not be [retiring sadly]!

"If your whole life is a work, then this work will be the most legendary work," Gu Fan looked at Han Jue with piercing eyes, "Since it is a legendary work, the ending can't stay here."

"The ending of the legend..." Han Jue's eyes were in a trance: "Of course I won't stop here. My work would be too unexciting." After speaking, he turned his gaze to "The Crow on the Rye Field", as if looking at To a true legend.

【Sold out and sold out and bought again

Who sets the price and makes a living by performing arts

Who will end up in this mental hospital

closed passerby

It's hard to live without confusion

left his style

I really want to wake up but have no choice but to get sick...]

Gu Fan stood up happily and said he was going to make a cup of coffee.

Han Jue also ordered a cup. He played the piano and completely recorded the song "Painting" that he thought of just now, and at the same time wrote down the lyrics that he thought of.

Gu Fan, who left the production room, didn't notice that when Han Jue wrote "I really want to wake up but have a disease", Han Jue thought for a moment, and slowly crossed out this sentence, changing it to "Pick up a pistol and commit suicide".

"Meow~" Valentine's Day, who was resting on the table, turned her head, swept Han Jue's hand with her tail, and meowed softly at him.