Years of Intoxication

During the New Year's Eve, Song Juhan received about [-] invitations, and Xiao Song earnestly advised him to go to one at least to maintain his popularity.

Song Juhan sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, strummed the guitar in his hand, and raised his head from time to time to ask He Gu: "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds good." He Gu pointed to Xiaosong, "Listen to what he said, it's not bad."

Xiao Song said with a mournful face: "This is also what Mr. Song meant."

Song Juhan curled his lips impatiently: "Do you understand what it means to turn behind the scenes? After talking about turning behind the scenes, why should I go to the front of the stage? What about the girl newly signed by the company, the song I wrote for her is not a new song Is it No.1 on the list, send her there."

"People have already made arrangements, Brother Han, can you give a favor to the fans who miss you? Just sing a song, and you can choose which channel."

Song Juhan looked at He Gu: "Honey, what do you say, I'll listen to you."

He Gu looked at Xiaosong who looked embarrassed: "Why don't you go, I know you miss the stage too."

"I don't miss the stage, I just like to sing." Song Juhan put down his guitar, lay down on the sofa and thought for a while, "Well, let's play something new. Isn't live streaming popular recently? I'll sing at home on New Year's Eve. Go find a platform."

"Yes, yes, this one is [-] per song, this one is [-] per hour, this one is slightly lower but the overall style is higher..."

He Gu raised his head in surprise: "Wan?"

Xiao Song was stunned: "Huh?" He realized, "Of course."

He Gu shook his head and sighed: "It's really exaggerated." Thinking about his hard work for a year, he actually just sang a few songs on top of Song Juhan.

Song Juhan pounced on him and acted like a baby: "Is your husband very powerful?"

"Excellent, such a lucrative job, you'd better go."

"Choose one with a high style." Song Juhan pinched He Gu's chin and kissed him, "When the time comes, live broadcast with me, Mr. He?"

He Gu almost jumped up from the sofa: "Don't make trouble, I won't go, where can I sing."

Song Juhan laughed loudly: "If you want to sing, I have to give them money."

He Gu patted his head dotingly: "Pastime me, huh?"

"No, you can only sing for me alone." Song Juhan said with a smile, "It will be all right if you sit next to me."

"What are you doing sitting next to you? How silly."

"Just sit next to me." Song Juhan caressed He Gu's face, looking affectionately and carefully at this upright and handsome face, which he couldn't get enough of, "Being next to me is enough."

Under such serious and sincere gaze, He Gu had no choice but to compromise, he has always had no choice but to play with Song Juhan, anyway, let's play with him, as long as he is happy.

On the day of the live broadcast, He Gu looked at the mask Song Juhan handed him in a daze: "What does this mean?"

Song Juhan put the faceless mask on his face: "It will affect your work if you show your face."

He Gu was stunned, and his heart was very moved. Maybe the two of them really let go of the conclusion because Song Juhan really respected everything about him from the bottom of his heart.

Xiao Song was puzzled and said, "Brother Han, what do you ask Brother He Gu to do?"

Song Juhan pushed He Gu down on the sofa, hugged the guitar, lay on He Gu's side, and said with a smile: "Be my sofa."

The live broadcast was carried out at their home, and only the two people on the sofa were facing the camera. In fact, Song Juhan's entire band was accompanying him in the blind spot of the camera. Although it was a webcast, Song Juhan's professionalism was never ambiguous.

So that day's live broadcast became the champion of the whole network's live broadcast ratings, with a peak of 1.1 million viewers.

When Song Juhan hugged the guitar and leaned on him to sing leisurely, He Gu just shook his head at the side. If he knew so many people were watching, he probably wouldn't dare to move.

The live broadcast that day showed an interesting scene. Although it was more than a year after the announcement of the front-stage switch, the popularity has not diminished. Song Tianwang, who wrote four hit songs in one year, was singing, but most of the discussion points were about why—— — On the man who wore a mask and thin cotton home clothes but couldn't hide his chest muscles and long legs, who was used by Song Juhan as a human sofa cushion.

Sure enough, on the second day, Song Tianwang defeated all the big and small stars, occupying [-]% of the media headlines on the first day of the new year, but none of the media dared to publish He Gu's real photos.

Afterwards, Xiaosong gave Song Juhan a thumbs up, and said with admiration, "Brother Han is really amazing, you really know how to attract people's attention, and you can cause a sensation in anything you do."

"Who cares about that." Song Juhan said lazily.

"Uh, so what are you doing?"

Song Juhan gave him a blank look: "Stupid, of course it's to show affection."

Komatsu was speechless.