Yuzhou colleagues: towards reality

In the bag that Xu Weizhou carried with him, there were not many things.Those skin care products, skin care products, and fashion accessories are all carried by a special person, and his bag can only be stuffed into a mobile phone, a power bank, and facial tissue.Sometimes even the charging treasure will be forgotten to take away.

Several times when I was waiting at the airport, I even asked fans to borrow power banks.

There are countless jokes about his confused personality.

But there is one thing that he must carry with him no matter where he goes, like a talisman.

Even if you don't bring your mobile phone, you won't forget it.

It was just a silver ring with rough and simple craftsmanship.

In fact, with Zhou Zhou's current popularity, there is no shortage of luxurious fashion items around him. As long as he likes it, advertisers are eager to find him to endorse it. That little silver ring is really inconspicuous, but Zhou Zhou treats it as a treasure The same is offered, carefully put into a special bag, and occasionally when tired or bored, I will take it out to have a look, and then I will be dazed and giggly.

Even Brother Hao didn't know the origin of this ring, and he didn't know when Zhou Zhou had been carrying it with him.

When I went to Taozhouzhou several times, I wanted to know some gossip, but the young man saw through them all.

Just like now, he took out the ring again and was in a daze.

Xu Weizhou ignored Brother Hao's thoughts, and only focused on the inconspicuous silver ring.

A certain English word is engraved on the inner wall that is never easy to show.

Every time he was extremely exhausted and couldn't hold on, he would subconsciously take out this ring, as if looking at it gave him the strength to continue.

There are many secrets that can be shared, and many happiness and unhappiness can also be poured out, but only exclusive memories cannot be engraved.

He still remembered that it was a closing concert a long time ago.

The perfectionist Zhouzhou almost slept in the dance studio 30 days before the concert.

Every day I get up early and work late at night for rehearsals, dancing, and singing.

Many people say that he is too eager for quick success, and at the age of 22, he wants to hold a concert to make money.

There are too many bad voices, and rumors questioning his plagiarism are endless.

But so what?

Life is his own, why should he look at other people's faces?

He just wants to prove to those people that music doesn't need an age limit.

Every time I practice until the dead of night, there is no one in the dance room.

He was the only one facing the mirror, practicing the dance over and over again.

He wants to be able to sing and dance backwards.

In the dance studio late at night, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near.

The next second, the door of the dance studio was gently pushed open.

A tall figure sneaked in secretly.

I saw him wearing a black tight-fitting night running suit, wearing a mask and hat, and carrying a large thermal bag.

He moved the chair silently, and carefully put away the supper in the thermal bag.

Zhouzhou over there, after the dance, saw the movement behind the mirror, he smiled, turned around panting, stepped forward, and took off the man's hat and mask.

Huang Jingyu rubbed his drenched hair and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"I made ginseng chicken soup for you, it's still hot!"

The two sat on the ground with their knees bent, Zhouzhou held the thermos cup and lowered his head to drink the soup obediently, while Huang Jingyu wiped the sweat off his neck with a tissue from time to time.

He knew that Zhouzhou was preparing for the concert, and he would do it whenever he was free during this time.

Even though he couldn't attend his concert, Jing Yu also hoped that Zhou Zhou could play in the best condition, because he knew that this was also what Zhou Zhou wanted, so he also wanted to fully support Zhou Zhou.

"No!" Zhouzhou left half a bottle for him.

"I don't drink."

"Drink it, isn't your fan meeting about to start?" Zhou Zhou didn't allow him to refuse.

No way, I had no choice but to take the half bottle, gurgling.

Only then did Zhouzhou nod in satisfaction, lay down his body, and pillowed on his lap.

What I want to do the most when resting is to lie down, as long as I can lie down, it is the happiest thing.

"Let me help you relax, relax." Huang Jingyu put down the thermos and kneaded Zhouzhou's shoulders very naturally.I did not forget to explain: When I was practicing Jiu-Jitsu, the coach used to relax the players in this way, which was very comfortable.

Zhou Zhou nodded and let him do it, not wanting to move at all.

In fact, Huang Jingyu felt very distressed seeing him so tired. On the one hand, he didn't want Zhou Zhou to squeeze himself like this now, and on the other hand, he didn't want to interfere with his affairs too much.Because he knows that these are the things Zhou Zhou likes, which is the source of his happiness and struggle for it, so despite his heartache, he still chooses to grit his teeth and support.

It's just that most of the time, I wish Zhouzhou could be more reckless and self-willed like in the past, and don't be so brave and forbearing.

Over the past year, too many things have happened, each of which is too big for them to choose or even solve.

But Zhou Zhou endured it, it was really not easy at his age.

Sensing that something was wrong with him, Zhou Zhou grabbed the man's thumb and smiled back.

"I am fine."

Jing Yu froze for a moment, not knowing when, even if they couldn't see each other, they could see through each other's thoughts at once.

"Music is my life. It is my dream to sing my music to the world. No matter how much I pay, I am willing."

Huang Jingyu was hit hard in the heart. He hugged Zhouzhou in his arms and put his chin on his forehead.

"Are you the roundworm in my stomach? You see through everything."

Zhou Zhou just stretched out his arms around him without saying anything.

The two hugged each other quietly.

"I heard there's a letter-reading session this time?" he asked.

"Well! I haven't written it yet!" Zhouzhou closed his eyes and responded.

"Then what do you want to say?"

"Some heartfelt words, I haven't figured out how to start, do you have any good sentences?"

Huang Jingyu put one hand into his trouser pocket, hesitating and absent-minded.

"What's wrong with you?" Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Zhou Zhou opened his eyes and looked at him.

"It's nothing! I was thinking of a sentence just now!"

Zhou Zhou smiled, "Okay, I'll leave it to you, just don't be too nasty then."

no?Why did you leave it to him?Didn't you ask him what sentence sounds good?

Huang Jingyu was dumbfounded, was he being tricked again?

"What's wrong with your hand?" Zhouzhou saw that the thumb he was holding was scratched by a sharp object.

"It's okay." Huang Jingyu hurriedly wanted to take it back.

"Is this different from the shape of your Jiu-Jitsu injury before?" I didn't expect Zhou Zhou to hold on to it.

"Worry about it, can this kind of wound be controlled?"

"Don't always use Jiu-Jitsu as an excuse. You are not just a Jiu-Jitsu coach, you are also an idol star. You are covered with advertisers' pocketbooks. If you get injured, what a loss it will be!"

"Can you say something nice." She slapped him lightly.

In the quiet dance room, the two of them were just arguing with each other, talking and laughing.

A few days later, the concert entered a 7-day countdown.

The belated 'confession letter' was finally delivered to Zhou Zhou himself.

"I thought you let me go!"

Huang Jingyu rolled his eyes at him, "It took me so much effort to write this letter, if you don't read it to me carefully, you will be sorry for me."

"Okay, okay, let me see how the content is written." Zhouzhou said and began to read the letter.

Huang Jingyu walked around the dance studio, pretending to be indifferent and asking questions.

"Is the costume ready?"

"Ok!"

"Where's the makeup artist?"

"Brother Hao is done." Zhouzhou read the letter, took a pen to make revisions, and responded to his words.

"I don't think you have any jewelry, so no jeweler is looking for you?"

"Masters, what are you doing with those things? It's getting in the way."

"At least you need a ring, right?" Huang Jingyu blurted out anxiously.

Zhou Zhou finally raised his head and looked at him, with probing and guessing eyes.

Jing Yu hurriedly turned his eyes away, and continued to speak bravely: "Here, I have a dress that suits you quite well. You can wear whichever dress you think looks good with it. Hey, I'll give it to you."

A small dark red box fell into Zhou Zhou's arms in a parabola.

A handcrafted silver ring.

Thinking of his finger injury before, his heart was suddenly obscured, and boundless softness was forced to wrap Zhouzhou tightly.

"You did this yourself?" He put his hands on his hands actively.

Seeing that he was so active, Jing Yu couldn't stop smiling from ear to ear.

Only then was he willing to sit down obediently and stop wandering around.

"I have one here too, and it just makes a pair with yours."

Jing Yu took his hand and took off the ring again, her eyes became very focused.

Zhou Zhou looked at him quietly.

"You will be mine from now on." He deliberately flaunted the English letters on the inner wall of the ring.

Putting the rings engraved with each other's names into your hands means that you and I will never be separated from now on.

Zhou Zhou formed a fist with five fingers, tightly guarding the silver ring.

"Take out yours too."

Huang Jingyu obediently took out his own one.

Zhouzhou put it on his ring finger very carefully.

"Don't worry, brother will treat you well in the future." Zhouzhou patted him on the shoulder, perfectly breaking the sensational atmosphere.

Huang Jingyu simply stopped talking nonsense, put his arms around his neck, and kissed him affectionately.