Wang's Korean entertainment

Chapter 175 Preliminary Understanding of Artists
"Ah! Why did you come here!"

"Sorry, sorry, I was delayed by something."

"Okay, okay, come in!"

……

As soon as he arrived at the backstage of the press conference, Han Yu looked at the busy staff walking around, and before he had time to take a breath, he was caught by Zhen Xiuwan who happened to be passing by. Pushed him straight into a dressing room.

"Okay, here we are."

"Hurry up, everyone move!"

"Well, where's the hairdresser?"

"Ah, Hui Lin, hurry up!"

"oh oh!"

"Makeup artist, costume artist, hurry up! It's about to start in five or ten minutes!"

"Yes!"

Sitting in a comfortable seat, Han Yu was bored and let several female stylists fiddle with his face and hairstyle.

Five or 10 minutes may not be enough time for other artists to do hair, but Han Yu is more than enough. Among all the main creators, he should be the easiest to style. Just a light makeup is enough, and the clothes are matched in advance, so every time he does the styling, it only takes a few 10 minutes at most, and it doesn't take too much time.

Sitting bored in his seat for a while, Han Yu's thoughts drifted to what happened just now.

fan……

The deep eyes flickered slightly, and Han Yu's face showed an indescribable expression.

To be honest, even he himself couldn't tell what he was feeling in his heart at this moment.

When he saw those rough Q-version villains and the little hand with the band-aid on it, the feeling that surged in his heart at that moment was not like the feeling he felt when facing the care from his family.

When Han Yu faced Xia Yan, Taeyeon, and even Father Lin's care for the first time, he felt overwhelmed, strange and warm.

And when Han Yu faced this kind of people called "fans" for the first time, he really felt overwhelmed, strange and warm in his heart at that moment.

But what gushed out of his heart the most at that moment was...fear.

Yes, an inexplicable panic.

Even he didn't know what he was terrified of, maybe he was terrified of this seemingly unreasonable love, maybe he was terrified...of his own abilities.

For artists and stars, Han Yu has never had any special impression before. He only thinks that they seem to be some people who dance, dance and sing.

And just now, for the first time, he discovered that he also has "fans". For the first time, he discovered that there are people in the world who really do for a person who has never met... So, so many things.

It wasn't until that moment that Han Yu realized that he had truly begun to understand the connotation of the profession of an artist.

As an entertainer, you don't just have to be a person who entertains people with skills. The reason why "stars" are "stars" is because they seem to be as beautiful as the unreal things hanging in the sky forever.

So when Han Yu saw Shuzhen and the others, he didn't seem to really realize what he should bear until that moment!As an artist, even if I don't want to, I have to bear some things!
Fans are the face of the artist, and the artist is the forerunner of the fans.

Their words and deeds affect their fans. The old saying "the one who is close to the vermilion is red and the one who is close to the ink is black" seems to be perfect here.

Moreover, if the artist cannot do himself well, if the "star" falls, then the hearts of countless fans attached to him will also "fall" along with it.

So Han Yu is really at a loss, terrified, overwhelmed, and...complicated.

For him in the past, even a slight love was enough to shake his seemingly icy heart, not to mention now, it seems to be for no reason, without any consideration for return, from the kind of strange people called "fans". people's love.

"Well... that, can you lift your head up a little?"

Suddenly, a timid voice came from beside him. Han Yu came back to his senses in the blink of an eye, and looked away, and found that it was the hairstylist named Hui Lin.

"Sorry, I got a little distracted."

Smiling gently, Han Yu immediately raised his head slightly in cooperation.

Hui Lin is a young girl with short hair. Seeing the gentle smile on Han Yu's face, her cheeks blushed, and she immediately smiled shyly at Han Yu, and then began to carefully arrange the strands of Han Yu's hair. Silk.

Speaking of it, Han Yu doesn't take much time to put on makeup and change clothes. The most time-consuming thing is doing hairstyles.

Han Yu didn't know whether this was a special case in Korea or the whole world. He found that the artist's hair stylist was really serious, even every strand of hair had to be handled carefully, messy and protruding. As a result, Han Yu spends most of his time doing hair styling every time.

"That...Hui Lin?"

"Ah? Ah, yes, yes... what's wrong?"

The young girl obviously didn't expect that Han Yu would remember her name, and her face, which had been a little calm just now, flushed even more, and at the same time showed a little bewildered expression, apparently not knowing what Han Yu suddenly called her for.

"Heh... uh, don't be nervous, I... just want to ask you some questions."

"Ah... yes, what do you want to ask?"

Hearing that she didn't intend to blame herself, Hui Lin was relieved immediately. Speaking of which, she has been working as a hair stylist for a few years now, and she has been in contact with many artists on a daily basis, so she is considered to be rich in experience, but the problem is, Today is...to help him, so I have been very nervous.

Fortunately, nothing went wrong so far, so after she calmed down, she continued to arrange Han Yu's hair, and at the same time, she was curious about what Han Yu wanted to ask herself.

"Um... Excuse me, do you have an idol? That is, have you ever become a fan of any artist?"

"Ah? Ah... yes... yes. What... what's wrong?"

At first hearing Han Yu's question, Hui Lin was taken aback for a moment, then her little face turned redder for some reason, and she quietly glanced at Han Yu who was sitting on the chair and had to sit upright but was asking her with those deep and charming eyes , asked in a weak voice.

"So...can you tell me what it's like to be a fan? Why...why are fans willing to pay so much for an artist they don't understand at all?"

Hui Lin froze for a moment, and couldn't help looking at the mirror—the face that became more handsome after makeup.

On that face, she saw bewilderment, and also saw the fear and uneasiness in the slightly frowning brows that made her feel distressed.

Han Yu sat on the seat, frowning slightly, lowering his eyes, and his mind was full of thoughts. The question that popped up just now was not so much that he wanted to ask Hui Lin, but he wanted to ask himself.

He really didn't know why there was such love for no reason in the world, and he didn't even know how he should respond to this kind of love.

"Because...you don't need a reason to like it."

"..."

Han Yu was startled, he subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a sweet face that was not very beautiful but had a smile like a flower.

"Why do you have to have a reason for liking? Is a person's heart what he can say? If he likes it, he likes it. Why should there be a reason?"

"What's more...fans are the most unreasonable existence in the world!"

In this world... the most unreasonable existence?
Han Yu stared blankly at Hui Lin. The young female hairstylist seemed to have finally got rid of her shyness when facing him, and looked at him bravely. Under the light of the dressing room, her slightly shining eyes were quite There is God.

"We don't allow people to hate their favorite artists."

"We don't allow people to speak ill of their favorite artists."

"We don't allow people to slander their favorite artists."

"We can do anything we feel we can do for him."

"without return."

"Even...even I don't know why."

"So! We are not reasonable!"

The deep eyes widened slightly subconsciously. Han Yu looked at Hui Lin fixedly, watched her speak seriously word by word, watched her wrinkle her nose proudly, and even watched her arrogantly raise her eyebrows after finishing the last sentence. Yang head.

"……Ah."

A few seconds later, a chuckle resounded obviously. Upon hearing this laughter, Hui Linshang's face, which could still pretend to be calm, suddenly collapsed. The ground fell down, and I didn't know where to put my hands.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, Han Yu glanced at the female stylist named Hui Lin. Although he still seemed to have a lot of puzzles in his heart, he seemed to suddenly become enlightened, but he still had a little doubt in his heart.

"So... as an artist, how should he repay his fans?"

Hui Lin, who was trying to pretend to be an ostrich, was slightly taken aback when she heard the question in her ear. She raised her head quietly, glanced at the handsome face in front of her, and looked at the bit of confusion and doubt still remaining in his eyes. He pursed his lips, but couldn't help but speak again.

"You don't need to pay back, just be yourself."

"No...return?"

Han Yu was slightly taken aback.

"Ok!"

Hui Lin lowered her head as much as possible, not meeting Han Yu's eyes, and replied in a hurry: "For fans, it is the greatest luck to meet an artist they like. The most important thing for fans is the artist himself. , so, as long as you insist on being yourself and being yourself.”

be oneself.

The light in Han Yu's eyes flickered slightly, as if he suddenly understood something, and at the same time, he was also firm in something.

And this time-

"Okay! The countdown to the opening is 5 minutes! Are the leading actors ready?"

"Ah, oh, it will be ready soon!"

Hearing the PD's call from not far away, Hui Lin suddenly came to her senses, hurriedly and carefully finished the last bit of Han Yu's hairstyle, and then stood aside to let the costumer take over.

Now that the business is important, Han Yu didn't say anything more, just smiled at Hui Lin, and then took the pure black suit from the dresser and went into the changing room.

"call--"

Watching the slender figure walk into the changing room, Hui Lin finally let out a sigh of relief, and the tension in her heart that had been so tense from the beginning was finally relieved.Immediately afterwards, she blinked her eyes, looked at the busy colleagues around her, rolled her eyes, ran to a quiet corner and took out her mobile phone.

"Hello, sister Qin Se."

"Yes, OPPA has gone to change clothes."

"It's okay. I'm a staff member. No tickets are required. Come in quickly. The seats are random. You should try to sit in the front row on the left. Wait until OPPA and they all enter the venue from there."

"Okay, then I'll come out and meet you now."

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(End of this chapter)