Corleone shouted excitedly! It is in Chinese.
"It's Italian! I can prove it! I'm Italian!" Corleone said as he slipped out from under the counter.
Xia Yuan looked at Corleone who was about to cry with excitement, and then heard Corleone's words, he squinted his eyes and looked at Han Jue, the corners of his mouth provoked, as if he was smiling.
Han Jue looked at this smile and knew what Xia Yuan was thinking.
"Director Han, where did you dig this newcomer, your acting skills are good?" Xia Yuan said.
Now even Han Jue didn't know how to deny Xia Yuan's conspiracy theory.
A deserted small shop, the kind that costs a small amount of money is enough to charter the market, or through some insider trading.
When interviewed, he boasted about himself, packaged himself, and then directed and acted in a good play, which was witnessed by authentic foreign audiences.
After listening to the song, foreign audiences naturally became enthusiastic fans.
Corleone stood aside with an excited expression, dancing and saying how touching Han Jue's song was just now.
Xia Yuan nodded from time to time, and then smiled narrowly at Han Jue.
Han Jue sighed from time to time.
"Corleone?" Freeman saw Corleone standing there dumbfounded, and quickly followed out.
"Corleone!"
"How can you ask guests for autographs during working hours!" Freeman looked at his friend with a reproachful expression.
Corleone suddenly realized and pulled out the paper and pen, wanted Han Jue's signature.
Freeman pointed at Corleone wordlessly while handing over his own book.
Han Jue was confused, and the first fan who was asked for an autograph was a foreigner.
At this time, Han Jue did not adapt when he was asked for an autograph as he had expected.
He's more of a novelty now, and feels a little weird.
"I love that song, how can I hear it?" Corleone held his work duty book and was elated.
"Uh, maybe you can't hear it." Han Jue said.
Han Jue thought that this song might not appear a second time.
"Ah, what a pity!" Freeman lamented.
Although he didn't understand it, he agreed that it was a beautiful song.
"Okay, but why are guerrillas in the lyrics?" Corleone wondered.
Freeman and Natsuhara were also strange.
Han Jue suddenly remembered that this was a song about Italian guerrillas in the context of World War II in his previous life.
In this world, this creative background is even abandoned.
"Well, let me think. I should have flipped through the dictionary at that time, and I used it when I saw it, ha, ha." Han Jue said with a smile.
Corleone told a joke to Han Jue, so he also laughed happily.
"Let's go, it's almost time." Han Jue said to Xia Yuan.
Corleone and Freeman escorted Han Jue to the door and waved goodbye.
"I'm going to say that these are really coincidences. Even I was surprised that someone asked me to sign it, and it was two." Han Jue didn't know what expression to look like.
"Okay, I see." Xia Yuan was very perfunctory, "What is the general meaning of the lyrics of that song you just had?"
"It's about saying goodbye." Han Jue said, "Actually, there is a Chinese version."
After walking for a while, Han Jue turned his head again and tentatively said, "How about you listen to me sing Russian again?"
"No, it still matters if you stay in shape." Xia Yuan stopped.
"Alas!" Han Jue sighed heavily breath.
After a few seconds, the two men looked at each other and smiled.
After that, the two people walked down the noisy street, and the smile was on their mouths.
"By the way, you're going to perform in this outfit like this?" Xia Yuan was a few steps behind Han Jue, squinting at Han Jue's back and saying.
When a person is in a state of self-confidence, he will adopt a 'similar aesthetic' tendency; When you have low self-esteem, you will adopt a 'compensatory aesthetic' tendency.
She can usually use the swing of these two tendencies to judge the inner state of the interviewee and their deep and true evaluation of herself.
Xia Yuan made sufficient preparations for investigation before coming to interview him.
After losing the stylist assigned by the company, Han Jue's taste and aesthetics instantly fell into the sand, fully exposed to the public.
Street photography becomes dirty.
Han Jue, who was walking in front, heard Xia Yuan's question and turned around.
"Do you think it's too solemn too?" Han Jue looked at his outfit—a black jacket with a pure white T-shirt underneath, and dark gray slacks underneath Morphoses can.
"If it weren't for the lack of time, I would really like to talk to you about fashion." Xia Yuan quickened his pace and walked to Han Jue's side and spoke.
"We can talk now." Han Jue waited for Xia Yuan to follow, turned around and continued to walk, and said to Xia Yuan.
Then Han Jue pointed to a sexy foreign girl in front of him and asked, "How do you think she is dressed?" Xia Yuan looked at Han Jue's hand and said.
"High heels are uncomfortable to wear, looking sexy, in essence, it is a kind of love|fun|use|product, and the women on the street wear it regardless of the occasion, which makes me feel that these people live roughly."
After Han Jue listened, he still decided not to talk to Xia Yuan about fashion.
Even if he, a half-hanger, remembers some theoretical guidance from his girlfriend in his previous life, he goes to talk to Xia Yuan, who has his own fashion concepts, and the final result is to humiliate himself.
But Han Jue also remembered the inexplicable mix-and-match furniture selected by his predecessor in his high-end apartment, and the bells and whistles in the cloakroom.
It's hard to say whether he made the decision to move, and whether he couldn't stand the poor taste of his predecessor.
If this earthy taste is not shaken off, then it may only be 'Earthy Family' that awaits his commercial performance later.
"What do you think? Do you think that woman just now is fashionable and sexy?" Xia Yuan turned to Han Jue and asked.
Han Jue thought for a while and said.
"[Fashion] does not make people sexy, [experience] and [imagination] can make a person sexy. And there is no other shortcut to getting these sexy charms, the only way is that you have to live well."
Han Jue thought to himself; Yohji Yamamoto's understanding of fashion should be able to calm you, right?
Sure enough, Xia Yuan thought for a while before he said, "For a young man who has not yet reached the age of thirty, your idea is too old."
Han Jue shrugged and said, "I'm an orphan, and orphans have never been young."
Without waiting for Xia Yuan to continue talking about the topic of [fashion], the music faintly coming from ahead became clearer and clearer.
They were near an area of bars on [New York Street].
There are more people around, and foreigners account for the majority.
There are people of all ages, dressed in different styles, laughing and wandering happily in this place.
Xia Yuan doesn't know English, so finding a bar can't help.
Han Jue scanned the green signs alone and found the bar where he was going to perform.
"Han!" Han Jue heard this familiar voice in the noise, so he followed the sound.
Under a big shiny signboard, a young black man was waving and shouting at Han Jue while bouncing towards Han Jue.
The bar behind him was quite large, soundproofed well, and only a trace of sound was revealed in the bar.
There is a long line at the door, and business is good enough to limit traffic.
The bar where Han Jue wants to perform, this is it.
"Is he your friend?" Xia Yuan asked Han Jue.
"Yes, we played music together before, and the relationship was good. He lived near [New York Street], and I invited him to come and see me perform." Han Jue explained, "I have a lot of foreign friends, and we often play together."
After speaking, Han Jue greeted the black friend.
The other party was also very happy to see Han Jue and gestured at the movement from afar.
When the other party approached, Han Jue smiled and said, "Hey, what's up."
After speaking, Han Jue stretched out his fist and wanted to collide with the other party.
However, what is embarrassing is that the other party has been immersed in Chinese culture for a long time, stretching out a spread hand and wanting to shake hands with Han Jue.
But seeing Han Jue's fist coming towards his heart, the foreign friend subconsciously raised his spread hand.
'Snap'
The black friend's hand wrapped around Han Jue's fist.
The two people took on the shape of [cloth wrapped in stone] that finally turned into stone, scissors, and cloth.
With them as the center, the air within a radius of two meters seemed to solidify.
The two were motionless on the crowded street.
Xia Yuan clasped his hands in front of him funny, watching the good show.
That's what you mean by playing together often?
The smiles on the faces of Han Jue and the black friend froze.
After being watched by Xia Yuan for a long time, he finally came to his senses.
They shook their hands stiffly, trying to twist the failed greeting into a friendly handshake between Tinkerbell and Nobita.
"Ahem, don't you have a show? Go and get ready." The black friend opened his mouth to break the ice.
"Okay, okay, do we go in through the front door or through the back door?"
"Ah, front door, no, back door."
"Good. Let's go." Han Jue released his hand and let the other party lead the way.
The two hurriedly walked towards the bar, feeling like they had run away.
Looking at their backs, Xia Yuan finally couldn't help laughing.