This star is from the earth

"The [Best Composition] award... Han Jue!"

Guan Yi didn't speak right away, but closed his eyes and tapped his temples with his index finger, as if the TV was tuned, as if he was searching for the corresponding acceptance speech.

After all, there are too many things to memorize.

And the following paragraph is the most important.

"For this award, I would like to thank Teacher Zhang, Zhang Yiman."

Guan Yi just said a word, and the cheers and screams from the audience erupted one after another.

"Although we have been together for a long time, I still call her Mrs. Zhang like everyone else. Why? Dash, because I came up with this nickname.

Of course, it is also because there is always something worth learning from her.

At the beginning of my debut, I was called a machine. If I think about it better, I will never make mistakes and my state will always be stable. But in fact, it is also said that I have no emotion in singing and playing, and it is always like watching other people's affairs, which is difficult to attract people's sympathy.

Teacher Zhang has a lot of feelings, which are almost full. After meeting her, I became like a human being. I started singing my heart out, I started playing music about myself, I started expressing my emotions with notes. It can be said that I didn't really get in touch with music until I met her.

Composing music is not difficult for me. As long as she's by my side, I'll never run out of ideas. I hope to see her laugh, I hope to see her cry, I hope to see her laugh after crying, thinking like this, one after another melody will pop up in my mind.

She is my switch. "

…………

Zhang Yiman took off the earphones, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and stretched lazily.

At this time she was on the deck of a yacht with a fishing rod in front of her.

The sun is floating on the sea, sparkling.

With such good weather, there will be no storms that Han Jue is worried about.

Zhang Yiman looked down, and beside the reclining chair were the life jackets and buoys placed by Han Jue, as well as a rubber boat that hadn't been inflated yet.

Zhang Yiman recalled Han Jue's best speech, but it wasn't enough, so he re-watched the part of the speech for the [Best Composer] award on Weibo.

【... She is my switch. 】

Zhang Yiman was still a little shy. Although these love words were spoken through Guan Yi's mouth, it did not prevent her from feeling happy. She can also understand, because she knows that if Han Jue said these words to her face, he would be embarrassed to say them.

"Uncle!" Zhang Yiman shouted towards the cabin.

"What?" Han Jue's voice drifted out.

"Have you come up with a new song?"

"A new song? Not yet."

"Then think about it now?"

"It's hard."

"Traveling, just think of the song we travel together."

"Travel..." Han Jue's voice was silent for a few seconds, and when it sounded again, it was a string of singing:

"【You have seen many beautiful scenery, you have seen many beauties

You get lost in every fleeting moment on the map

...

You memorize every single truth you love most in the book

But I can't tell why you love me

But I can't tell which expression you admire from me

But I can’t tell you on what occasion I made you fall in love…]”

Zhang Yiman was still swaying along with the melody at first, but as he listened, his smile gradually disappeared. The more he listened, the more something was wrong, and he became even more angry when he heard it.

"What are you singing!" Zhang Yiman roared, and ran into the cabin to beat Han Jue.

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"The winner of the [Best Album Producer] award is... Han Jue!"

"Thanks to Cohen, my teacher. He told me before, 'The job of a music producer is not to let the singer sing the lyrics, but to sing what is not written in the lyrics. Many times The most important part of the lyrics is the overtones.’ I kept this sentence in my heart, so that whenever I found an “overtones”, as a lyricist, I would immediately pick up a pen to fill in the hole, and let As a producer, I can't do anything..."

…………

At 10:30 in the night in Shanghai, a recording studio under the name of [Ai Du].

Cohen is still working overtime to catch up with the progress of a song.

"The episode just now was good, let's try to reduce the sadness by three points, and then increase the relief by one point." Cohen frowned and asked the singers in the studio.

"..."

Thirty seconds later.

"Okay, so imagine you have an annoying toddler who will finally be elementary school age tomorrow."

"..."

Thirty seconds later.

"...Not bad, let's take a rest first."

The singer was escorted out by assistants to get some fresh air.

Cohn sat down and ate his pizza morosely.

The sound engineer came over and grabbed a corner too. He knew Cohen, although Cohen had been saying "not bad, not bad" just now, in fact, there was nothing that could be used. "Not bad" is just a communication term in the recording studio, without any meaning, it can be regarded as a convention in the industry.

As far as the sound engineer knows, the only active producer who will brutally and bluntly point out that singers are not good here and there is not good there is Han Jue.

"It's too much effort! I don't ask him to be as talented, savvy and hard-working as Han Jue Zhang Yiman. I just ask him to raise his fucking voice. Isn't this the foundation of a singer?" Cohen was almost furious. up.

The sound engineer just smiled wryly.

These behind-the-scenes personnel can get in touch with the most authentic voice of a singer. If you meet a singer like Han Jue Zhang Yiman, working together is simply a kind of enjoyment.

"[Best Album Producer] is out!" the assistant walked in excitedly.

"Who?" Cohen stopped chewing. As he aspires to win this award as a foreigner, he only cares about this award every year for [Golden Melody].

"Han Jue!" said the assistant.

"Hahaha——" Cohen's whole face burst into a smile, and the boredom of work just now was swept away.

After starting to work again, Cohen was kind in the face of the singer's various shortcomings.

"It's a little better than before, hahaha, let's try to sing the last line..."

…………

"[Song of the Year]...is a singer I like very much, congratulations to Han Jue!"

"Thank you to my listeners. Originally, I only used songs to talk to myself, but I accidentally gained so many bosom friends. Thank you, because of your existence, I feel less lonely in this world... "

…………

Han Jue fan club team building site.

"oh!!!"

"again!!"

"Already seven awards!"

Veteran fans packed up a bar and played the live broadcast of the [Golden Melody Awards] awards. Everyone chatted and reminisced about the old days. Only when an award nominated by Han Jue appeared, everyone was as nervous as watching a penalty, and then won the award for Han Jue And celebrate cheers.

Hu Fei and the chairman even drank a lot of wine and were in a high mood, because Han Jue had two variety shows last night, and their lives will have hope again in the next half month.

Although in their opinion, they hope that Han Jue can recover well, but they still hope to see Han Jue more. Being able to show up from time to time like yesterday was enough for them to be satisfied and very pleasantly surprised.

Later, some old local fans of Shanghai came to the bar, talking and laughing like old friends.

Hu Fei suddenly saw a young man.

The smile on her face slowly sank.

"What's wrong." Jiang Yun noticed Hu Fei's expression.

Hu Fei just pointed towards a place.

In that direction, there was a girl who looked like a college student, sitting quietly with a glass of beer in front of the table, just staring straight at the projection screen.

"Who is this?" Jiang Yun thought that other irrelevant people had mixed in.

"Xu Jin." Hu Fei said.

"Who?" Jiang Yun still didn't know.

"The fan that Lao Han hit first," Hu Fei's deep voice pierced through the lively laughter and loud applause, and accurately reached Jiang Yun's ears.

Jiang Yun's face suddenly became ugly: "What is she doing here?!" She didn't forget that it was from that incident that Han Jue plummeted and everyone pushed him down.

The violent Jiang Yun was about to go over and stab her a few words. The president suddenly stopped them, saying that Xu Jin was invited by her to play.

"Old Han has already said that what happened in the past has nothing to do with Xu Jin. After all, the fight was real at the beginning, and he has been very sad since then." The president looked at Xu Jin in the corner and said, "The little girl has been fighting all these years. I have always regretted it, and felt that I didn’t have the courage to correct something back then. Now she is studying law, and the law firm where she practiced is the cooperative law firm of Lao Han’s studio. The boss she is now working with is also helping Han Jue handle the rights and interests of works .fine."

Hu Fei and Jiang Yun looked at Xu Jin silently.

Looking at Xu Jin again, in fact, her expression was a little timid. After noticing that Hu Fei and the others were paying attention to her, she became even more uneasy. She picked up the wine glass to cover the lower half of her face, as if afraid of being discovered.

"Let her be here," said the president.

Hu Fei and Jiang Yun nodded, and after a while, Hu Fei called the waiter and asked Xu Jin to deliver a fruit plate.

Xu Jin received the fruit plate, and then looked up at Hu Fei. Seeing Hu Fei and the others raised the wine bottle to signal, Xu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly held the wine glass to signal.

Suddenly, the voice of "Quiet! Quiet!" came from behind, and Han Jue was nominated for another award.

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Guan Yi was a little tired from reciting his testimonials.

Only the audience in the audience and the audience in front of the TV became more and more excited, tirelessly expecting Guan Yi to continue to recite his speech, preferably more.

I don't know if I expect Han Jue to say something new without repeating it, or if I expect Guan Yi to memorize how many words he will make mistakes.

Thank you one after another. Whenever Guan Yi finished reciting a paragraph, there was always warm laughter and applause. The performances of Han Jue and Guan Yi were not disappointing, but also secretly disappointing.

Finally, the ceremony came to an end. With a few more awards, this year's Golden Melody Awards will be over.

"The winner of the [Best Male Singer] award is... Han Jue!" The chairman of the jury, as the award presenter, loudly announced the winner.

Guan Yi, who had been expressionless all night, finally put on a smile when receiving the award this time.

Maybe it was because he also knew that the ceremony was about to end.

Guan Yi held the trophy, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then said with a little emotion: "I am most grateful to [Blue Whale], the old chairman, and Gu Fan for being able to live as a singer until now.

In this world, I have two homes, one is where my lover is, and the other is [Blue Whale]. Thank them for shaping me, and thank them for still opening their arms to me as a bastard after I made a detour, and taking me in twice..."

…………

The old chairman rubbed the corners of his eyes.

"Grandpa, you are crying!" The chubby grandson exclaimed loudly.

The old chairman was ashamed and angry, and yawned in embarrassment, explaining that the tears were caused by yawning.

Grandson didn't believe it.

The old chairman asked: "Have you finished your homework?!"

The grandson proudly replied that he had finished writing it long ago!

The old chairman said: "If you don't pass the final exam, you won't have fun during the summer vacation, so go to a cram school."

The grandson knelt down like a grandson, wailing: "Don't do this!——"

The old chairman ignored it, and the old monk remained unmoved as if he had fallen into a trance, and asked him to cry softly so as not to disturb him watching TV.

In a fit of anger, the grandson reached out and took off his grandfather's wig. I regret it after picking it up.

However, the old man did not get angry, which made the grandson feel at ease.

"Starting today, don't call me grandpa anymore."

"grandfather!!!"

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Finally came the last award, which is [Album of the Year], the most important award tonight.

Equivalent to the best film in a film festival, it is the core of an awards ceremony and a representative of the achievements of the entire industry that year.

"The winner of the [Album of the Year] award is..."

Everyone in the audience held their breath and concentrated in silence.

"Han Jue!"

I don't know how many times these two words have sounded.

Han Jue himself, but there is no doubt that he is the absolute protagonist tonight.

The loudest applause and cheers tonight rang out.

Guan Yi slowly walked back to the stage from the backstage, shook hands with the award presenter more than a dozen times, took the trophy, and then walked to the front of the microphone.

The applause and cheers gradually quieted down, and everyone wanted to hear what Han Jue's acceptance speech was for the most important award tonight.

However, unlike other testimonials written by Han Jue before, this one is quite brief.

And there is only one person to thank.

"I have thanked so many people. They are all important people in my life. Even if I hadn't met one of them, my life would have undergone a major change, and I couldn't get here. Among these people, I There is one person I want to thank the most, and that is myself.”

Guan Yi said word by word to the camera:

"Han Jue, thank you for your hard work."

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An apartment in Shanghai.

Some photos are scattered on the table. In the photos, a man is always squeezed in the corner of the picture and the crowd. A woman is always in the center of the picture, as bright as a seaside in summer. The man looked straight at the woman, humble and sincere.