heart [entertainment circle]

The bandage on Zhou Yu's leg was removed, and he stopped jumping in a few days and walked with a limp.

According to the contract, Gu Ming would only work as his temporary assistant for three weeks, and he would be able to work until it was close to the New Year's Eve.

For several days in a row, Zhou Yu's cell phone rang non-stop. Gu Ming glanced at the incoming call, and it was Ou Xiao calling again.

"No answer?" Gu Ming asked.

"Don't answer." Zhou Yu cut off the phone and leaned on the sofa to watch a movie.

The phone rang again, and Zhou Yu turned off the phone this time, and carried the tablet over to play.

Ou Xiao must have done it for the performance on New Year's Eve. Gu Ming didn't understand why Ou Xiao forced Zhou Yu to lip-sync, and it was strange that Zhou Yu insisted not to lip-sync.

After all, there are a lot of lip-syncing these days.

"Aren't you going home on New Year's Eve?" Gu Ming asked.

"My parents went on a trip," Zhou Yu's eyes were still on the screen, "The three of us are not at home, they play their games, and I play mine."

"Oh." Gu Ming responded.

It was embarrassing, the question he asked was answered by others, but he didn't know what to say.

"And you, why don't you go home? Are you far away?" Zhou Yu asked.

"I didn't find a girlfriend, I didn't buy a car or a house, I'm poor." Gu Ming said nonsense.

"I can't help you with my girlfriend." Zhou Yu touched the biscuit jar on the coffee table, "For money...you can continue to be my assistant."

"Isn't your leg getting better soon, then I don't have to work." Gu Ming glanced at his leg.

"Why is there no work?" Zhou Yu huddled into the sofa, lazily, "I'm such a big person here, my whole body is full of needs."

"I think you look like a ball now." Gu Ming said.

Zhou Yu pulled the towel and rolled himself up, his face turned back to the screen: "I can't talk business with you."

I don't know if it was because of Ou Xiao's annoyance or Gu Ming's, Zhou Yu was not very happy watching it all afternoon.

Gu Ming saw that he turned off the TV, hugged the guitar and sat on the wooden chair, disturbing the people with bang bang bang bang.

After he had been intoxicated by himself for more than two hours, Gu Ming finally couldn't help asking: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Yu's hands stopped, and he wrote down a few notes in a notebook, without turning his head: "Write a song."

Gu Ming was astonished. With the way he planed just now, those who didn’t know thought he wanted to shave his nails evenly...

"What do you think? Give me some advice." Zhou Yu turned his head.

Gu Ming thought about it for a while, then felt embarrassed: "It's pretty good, it reminds people of trains."

"Shit," Zhou Yu threw the notebook away, "I can't write songs, I still have the most basic aesthetics."

Gu Ming didn't speak, just picked up the notebook.

He didn't mean to read it, but the book was so spread out that it was hard not to read it.

Zhou Yu's handwriting is the standard student style, neither ugly nor good-looking, and he can recognize it at a glance:

"The train is carrying friendship and bound for the magical Ethiopia."

Gu Ming laughed on the spot. It turned out that he really wrote about trains, but he was very curious about what Ethiopia did wrong.

"Give it back to me!" Zhou Yu snatched it with one hand, pointing at him: "Go away, you interrupted my train of thought."

"I'm afraid you still have to go to the African savannah to see lions." Gu Ming couldn't help laughing, "You don't write if you can't write, why bother yourself?"

After Gu Ming laughed, he suddenly became a little dazed. Although Zhou Yu's personal original songs in the album have always been pretty bad, they really haven't reached this level.

"I'm telling you, don't say it outside." Zhou Yu looked at him.

Gu Ming nodded honestly, he had already spread out his notebook to take notes in his heart.

"I really don't know how to write songs. I can't write lyrics or compose." Zhou Yu said, "The company has trained me every day since the day I signed it, but it seems that there is no way to save it."

Zhou Yu showed a rather embarrassing expression on a rare occasion, and continued: "Most of the personal original songs in the album now are the first version written by me, and the musicians signed by the company will make revisions. Usually, the final version is quite different after it comes out. "

"Isn't it okay not to write personal originals from the beginning? Fans won't care too much about this." Gu Ming said.

"The mistake came from the very beginning," Zhou Yu touched the strings of the guitar, "Many titles, the so-called personality, can be with you for ten years. "

"It's...not easy." Gu Ming didn't know what to say for a while.

These days, Zhou Yu, who is leisurely and carefree, has been seen a lot, and Gu Ming almost forgot that he is a person in that circle.

Although Zhou Yu looked like he didn't care about anything, and just took it as a joke if someone hacked, in fact, many of his actions were restricted.

"Don't talk about this, I'm sorry." Zhou Yu put down the guitar, turned around, and looked at him from the back of the chair: "Gu Gu, I want to go for a walk."

"How to take a walk..." Gu Ming glanced at Zhou Yu's collarbone protruding from his collar, "Aren't you afraid of being photographed?"

"Scared." Zhou Yu shook the back of the chair, "But it's boring to stay at home, it's so much fun outside, and someone has...fuck!"

Gu Mingguang heard that fuck.

He wanted to save him at first, but just as he stretched out his hand, Zhou Yu fell to the ground hugging the back of the chair.

When he landed on the ground, his forehead directly hit the tiles, and Gu Ming felt pain when he heard it.

"Hey, what are you doing? Why are you begging me?" Gu Ming was suddenly very pleased with the news. He thought that Zhou Yu's swaying method would cause trouble sooner or later.

"Wow, it's okay, it hurts enough!" Zhou Yu hugged the back of his chair and turned over again with his feet on the ground.

"Didn't you knock out your teeth?" Gu Ming glanced at him, "Knocking out your teeth makes you sing."

"Hey Gu Gu," Zhou Yu touched the place where he bumped, "I know where I'm going and no one will see me."

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