Xia Yuan is not a beauty in the traditional sense.
Her cheeks are not plump enough, and she has short hair that makes her look very difficult to touch.
In particular, the expression is not rich enough, and it is rare to laugh out loud, and when I hear something funny, I pull the corners of my mouth and grin.
She likes to wear dark lipstick, which makes her full of gunpowder even when she is happy.
Like an elegant hedgehog.
It's often hard to describe what makes her special in words, but if you can see her eyes, you will know the answer.
If it weren't for the need to talk, Han Jue wouldn't be a person who liked to look at people, but when he looked at Xia Yuan, Han Jue didn't have to worry about being stared at and asked what you were looking at.
Because Xia Yuan's temperament is not close to people, the magic is to look at people without putting pressure on them.
This feeling made Han Jue feel that he was reading a novel with a unique cover but a very reader-friendly content.
However, when Han Jue opened the book, he had already entered into a conspiracy of life on the margins, and it seemed that he had no choice but to take the initiative or even pretend to participate happily.
Xia Yuan didn't say hello in advance, so she suddenly chose a certain morning with good weather, rang the doorbell of Han Jue's house, and appeared outside the door of Han Jue's house, holding the door frame with her hands, and did not look up at Han Jue, but looked up at people with her eyes, leaned forward slightly and told Han Jue, saying: Follow me to a place.
The tone was casual, but the content of the words had no intention of discussing with Han Jue.
It's like a child who suddenly appears outside the door of a playmate and invites him to play, and asks you to follow the team.
Han Jue looked at Xia Yuan's eyes, and although he was surprised, he agreed as soon as possible.
This kind of incredible thing, Han Jue thought about it afterwards, and thought that if Xia Yuan had said through his mobile phone in advance that he wanted him to go with her, then he would definitely be reluctant to move and choose to stay at home.
And the retro style of calling people is like a kind of gambling, and the people who come to the door are going to visit each other with the consciousness of running for nothing.
So this made Han Jue subconsciously agree to the invitation, without feeling disturbed at all.
Han Jue didn't ask where he was going, so he let Xia Yuan enter the door.
I'm going to quickly clean myself up and go out to see the sun.
"Do I want to dress up," Han Jue asked, holding up his mask.
Recently, there have been more people around him asking for autographs, but fortunately, his range of activities is not large, and it has not caused much trouble, but it is more or less troublesome.
"Dress up, but not the way you want it to be."
Xia Yuan looked back at Han Jue wearing a peaked cap and a black outfit, and then said, "I'm going to take you to meet your prospective landlord."
It's good to be normal. ” Xia Yuan sat on the sofa in the living room, turned his head, put his gaze back on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and kept scanning with interest.
Snacks, tea, books.
Xia Yuan fixed his gaze on the books that Han Jue had placed on the coffee table.
Several of these colorful books are being arranged in a disorganized and messy manner.
The closest thing to the sofa was a hot serialized comic book, which was being spread out and pressed on the table, which should have been read by Han Jue just now.
On top of each other are literary serious novels.
There was a book with a black cover that fell to the ground, Xia Yuan picked it up and looked at the cover, it was the art of death that looked more serious.
The titles on the table are very different in style, and there is no apparent connection between them.
The last time she came to visit Han Jue's home, she didn't look at the books in the study carefully.
And at that time, Han Jue's life style was still very restrained, he didn't let go of his wanderlust at all, and he didn't scatter the books in any place where he could lie down.
Xia Yuan frowned quietly.
Yes, when Xia Yuan first saw these books, he conspired to think that Han Juezheng was always waiting for her second visit, and he was trying to create a complex image that could be profound and superficial.
Although she knew through the last interview that Han Jue was not a superficial artist who was unlearned and uneducated.
But the wide range of these styles and tastes from top to bottom in front of this really makes people feel a little fake.
However, Xia Yuan picked it up and flipped through it, some of the creases and circles in the books, and even some words of complaint or emotion were written in the blanks, all of which proved that Han Jue did not prepare these books in advance and then pretend to be accidentally discovered by her.
Returning the books to their original positions, she saw that several of them were biographies of several prominent political figures in history.
Xia Yuan raised his eyebrows.
There are also several sheets of paper with a freewheeling of content and fonts.
It can be known that this is what Han Jue used to record his thoughts.
Xia Yuan was about to study the content on it, when a hand suddenly stuck horizontally in his sight and snatched away the paper.
Han Jue gathered and sorted out all the papers that were spread out on the coffee table with a flat face.
Then put the books in order.
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Xia Yuan was not embarrassed at all, and watched the whole process.
Seeing that Han Jue had packed up his things, he stood up and said, "Let's go." ” Han Jue nodded.
This time, Xia Yuan came by car.
When he went downstairs, Han Jue saw Xia Yuan driving the off-road car he had seen in the literary park last time.
Thinking of the scene where this car appeared, it reminded Han Jue of sad memories.
"It's a beautiful car."
Han Jue praised it.
"Hmm."
Xia Yuan responded.
"Look at the cloud."
Han Jue pointed to the sky.
"How" "It's not like the record player you snatched from me that day," Han Jue said casually.
Xia Yuan stopped and looked at Han Jue before continuing to walk towards her car. pulled the corners of his mouth, and it was a response.
Xia Yuan didn't say anything about the co-pilot not being able to sit, so Han Jue took the initiative to sit in the co-pilot seat.
Then Xia Yuan skillfully drove the behemoth out of the community.
Xia Yuan turned on the music, and the car was filled with leisurely pure music.
Han Jue was listening attentively, habitually analyzing silently in his heart.
Xia Yuan lowered his voice, looked at the road in front of him, and said: "What books have you been reading lately?"
Han Jue didn't feel abrupt when he heard this question.
In my previous life, when I chatted with my fellow screenwriter friends, I would first ask you what books you had read recently as an opening greeting.
"What you see on the coffee table is what I saw recently."
Han Jue replied casually.
Xia Yuan nodded, and said after a while: "I see that you have read the biographies of political celebrities, and you care about politics" Artists in this world are allowed to talk about politics, when Han Jue saw a certain artist make political remarks on TV, he subconsciously thought that the other party was going to be cold, and then he thought that this place was different.
Later, I checked the information, and the facts proved that this was the case, and several artists who expressed different views on politics were still active.
However, after Han Jue knew this, he was also surprised, wow, it was gone.
He has no ambitions, and he doesn't plan to learn from a certain governor and president in a previous life.
"This is an interview," Han Jue asked curiously.
"No, it's just small talk."
Xia Yuan said, "It won't be recorded." ” Han Jue retracted his jaw and said: "Politics permeates everyone's life, why not pay attention to it, but I don't worship politicians.
No matter what dynasty, generation, or country the politicians are, dead or alive, in power or suffering, they will not worship.
It may not protect my life, but at least it will protect my intellect. ” "That's a good statement, it's a shame that I can't record it."
Xia Yuan chuckled lightly, and drove with ease, very safely.
Han Jue didn't respond, and he didn't feel pity at all.
Xia Yuan changed the topic next and said: "Your love variety show has been very popular recently, what do you think of Zhang Yiman?"
"Your topic has jumped a little too much" Han Jue didn't want to judge others easily, whether it was good or bad.
So he changed the topic and complained.
"No.
If you want to know a man's true political views, in fact, you only need to listen to what he has to say about women.
Xia Yuan squinted at Han Jue, and quickly retracted to look ahead, saying, "Although men and women are much more equal now, there are always men who will be arrogant because of their physical advantages. ” "Don't look at me like that," Han Jue said, "I'm an egalitarian, and I'm also bothered by the problem of being fat." ” "As far as I know, you're an occasional egalitarian.
When you were still a trainee at Blue Whale Entertainment, you were a feminist.
After Jinsha was hacked, it was extreme male power again.
Now it's equal rights again," Xia Yuan sneered.
The deep disdain was felt by Han Jue without hindrance. seems to be talking about Han Jue, who is a wall grass that changes camps at will, and people who talk about people when they see people talk about people, and people who talk about ghosts are even more disdainful.
It should be the inappropriate remarks of the predecessor again.
Poor pots have to be carried by him.
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"Cough, this young and ignorant, young and frivolous" Han Jue coughed so much that his lungs were about to come out.
Accompanied by soft music, chatting and chatting all the way, time passed quietly.
Finally they reached their destination.
Look at the time, it's almost time for dinner.
Han Jue had a little expectation in his heart.
The place where they parked was a little bit away from the final location, and they had to walk there.
As he walked, he arrived at a place like a park, looking at some of the goods displayed in the store, Han Jue felt a little familiar, looked around, and found that this was simply another literary and artistic park.
And that's exactly what happened.
However, this art park seems to be bigger and more crowded than the one next to the photography base.
Fortunately, Xia Yuan took Xia Yuan not on the main road, and there were few people at lunchtime, so there was no trouble along the way.
Along the way, Xia Yuan did not take the initiative to reveal where the final location was.
Han Jue also kindly cooperated to maintain the suspense and didn't ask.
In fact, the main thing is that the car has been driving in the city, if you drive to the suburbs, Han Jue will definitely ask, and if you don't get an answer, you may jump out of the car.
When he followed Xia Yuan, he turned around, and finally saw an open-air restaurant in front of him, which was quite high-grade.
Looking at the direction of Xia Yuan in front of the side, it should be this restaurant.
Han Jue's heart jumped for a moment, he was very satisfied with Xia Yuan, and his eyes looking at Xia Yuan were a lot kinder.
Looking at the decoration, you should be able to have a lunch that is not unpalatable. t21902181t21902181