Corleone excitedly shouted in Huaxia language.
"It's Italian, I can prove I'm Italian," Corleone said as he slipped out from under the counter.
Xia Yuan looked at Corleone who was about to cry excitedly, and when he heard Corleone's words, he squinted his eyes and looked at Han Jue, the corners of his mouth were raised, as if he was smiling.
Han Jue looked at this smile and knew what Xia Yuan was thinking.
"Director Han, how did you dig this newcomer, your acting skills are good," Xia Yuan said.
At this time, even Han Jue didn't know how to deny Xia Yuan's conspiracy theory.
A small deserted shop, the kind that is enough to charter for a small amount of money, or through some insider trading.
When he was 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, it is only natural that foreign audiences will become enthusiastic fans.
Corleone stood to the side with an excited expression, dancing and talking about how moving Han Jue's song just now was.
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 stupid, and hurriedly followed out.
"Corleone" "How can you ask a guest for an autograph during working hours," Freeman looked at his friend reproachfully.
Corleone suddenly realized, took out a pen and paper and asked Han Jue to sign it.
Freeman pointed at Corleone speechlessly as he handed over his notebook.
Han Jue was stunned, and the fans who were asked for autographs for the first time were foreigners.
At this time, Han Jue did not feel uncomfortable 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 was elated, holding his work notebook.
"Well, maybe you won't hear me."
Han Jue said.
Han Jue thought that this song might not appear a second time.
"Ah, what a pity," Freeman regretted.
Although he didn't understand it, he agreed that it was a beautiful song.
"Okay, but why are there guerrillas in the lyrics?"
Corleone wondered.
Freeman and Natsuhara are also strange.
Han Jue suddenly remembered that this was a song about Italian partisans in the context of World War II in his previous life.
In this world, this creative background is considered to be abandoned.
"Well, let me think about it.
I should have flipped through the dictionary at the time, and I used it when I saw it, ha, haha.
Han Jue said with a smile.
Corleone thought Han Jue had made a joke, 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'd say it's all really a coincidence.
Even I was surprised that someone asked me to sign an autograph, and there were two of them.
Han Jue didn't know what to say.
"Okay, I got it."
Xia Yuan was very perfunctory, "What is the gist of the lyrics of the song you just had?"
"It's about saying goodbye."
Han Jue said, "In fact, there is a Chinese version." ” After walking for a while, Han Jue turned his head again and said tentatively: "Or, you can listen to me sing Russian songs again."
"No, it's important that you stay in shape."
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Xia Yuan stopped.
"Alas," Han Jue sighed heavily.
After a few seconds, the two men looked at each other and smiled.
After that, the two of them walked down the noisy street, and the smile was on their lips.
"By the way, you just wear your current outfit to perform" Xia Yuan took a few steps behind Han Jue, squinted at Han Jue's back and said.
When a person is in a state of self-confidence, he will adopt a "proximate aesthetic" tendency; When they have low self-esteem, they tend to adopt a "compensatory aesthetic" approach.
She can usually use the oscillation of these two tendencies to judge the inner state of her interviewees and their deep, truthful evaluation of herself.
Xia Yuan made sufficient preparations for the investigation before coming to interview him.
After Han Jue lost the stylist assigned by the company, his taste and aesthetics instantly fell into the mud and sand, and he was 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" Han Jue looked at his outfit and was dressed in a black jacket, a pure white T-shirt inside, and dark gray slacks underneath, and his whole body was plain.
"If it weren't for the lack of time, I'd love to talk to you about fashion."
Xia Yuan quickened his pace and walked to Han Jue's side and said.
"We can talk now, too."
Han Jue waited for Xia Yuan to follow, turned around and continued walking, 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, they look sexy, they are essentially a sex toy, and the women on the street wear them regardless of the occasion, which makes me feel that these people live roughly." ” After Han Jue heard this, he still decided not to talk about fashion with Xia Yuan.
Even if he remembered some of the theoretical guidance of his girlfriend in his previous life, he went to Xia Yuan, who had his own fashion concept, to talk about fashion, and the final result was to humiliate himself.
But Han Jue also remembered the inexplicable mix-and-match style furniture and the bells and whistles in the cloakroom in his high-end apartment.
It's hard to say if he made the decision to move, and whether any of them couldn't stand the bad taste of his predecessor.
If you don't get rid of this kind of earthy taste, then you may be waiting for his commercial performance in the future, I'm afraid there is only the earthy family.
"What do you think, do you think that woman just now is fashionable and sexy?"
Xia Yuan turned his head and asked Han Jue.
Han Jue thought for a while and said, "Fashion doesn't make people sexy, experience and imagination can make a person sexy."
And there's no other shortcut to getting these sex appeals, the only way is if you have to live well. ” Han Jue thought to himself: Yohji Yamamoto's understanding of fashion should be able to calm you Sure enough, Xia Yuan thought for a while before he skimmed and said, "For a young man who has not yet reached the age of thirty, your thoughts are too old. ” Han Jue shrugged his shoulders and said, "I am an orphan, and orphans have never been young. ” Before Xia Yuan could continue to talk about fashion, the music faintly coming from front became clearer and clearer.
They were close to the bars on New York Street.
There are more people around, and most of them are foreigners.
There are people of all ages, dressed in different styles, laughing and wandering around the place.
Xia Yuan doesn't know English, so he can't help with finding a bar.
Han Jue alone scanned the colorful signboards 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 to find it.
Under a large, shiny signboard, a young black man was waving and shouting at Han Jue as he jumped towards Han Jue.
The bar behind him was quite large, and the sound insulation was good, and only a small amount of sound could be seen in the bar.
There was a long line at the door, and business was so good that it limited traffic.
The bar where Han Jue wants to perform, this is it.
"Is he your friend," Xia Yuan asked Han Jue.
"Yes, we used to play music together, and we had a good relationship.
He lives near New York Street, so 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 he gestured from afar.
When the other party approached, Han Jue smiled and said, "Hey, what039su is doing lately." ” After speaking, Han Jue stretched out his fist, wanting to bump fists 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 an outstretched hand and wanting to shake hands with Han Jue.
But seeing Han Jue's fist attacking his heart, the foreign friend subconsciously raised his outstretched hand.
"Smack".
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The black friend's hand wrapped Han Jue's fist.
The two men take on the shape of the cloth that finally turns into stone, scissors, and cloth to wrap the stone.
With them as the center, the air within a radius of two meters seemed to freeze.
The two of them just stood motionless on the busy street.
Xia Yuan laughed and clasped his hands in front of him, watching the show.
That's what you mean by playing together a lot The smiles on the faces of Han Jue and his black friends froze.
After being watched by Xia Yuan for a long time, he finally came to his senses.
They shook their hands stiffly, trying to turn the failed greeting into a friendly handshake between Tinker Bell and Nobita.
"Ahem, don't you have a show, go 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, the front door, no, the back door."
"Good.
Let's go.
Han Jue let go of the hand he was holding and let the other party lead the way.
The two of them hurried towards the bar, feeling like they had run away.
Looking at their backs, Xia Yuan finally couldn't help laughing. t21902181t21902181