heart [entertainment circle]

Gu Ming pulled the quilt and pillow towards the window sill to make room for the other half of the bed.

For many reasons, he is actually not very happy to sleep with other people, but to react too much to this kind of thing is equivalent to telling people that he is not straight.

So Gu Ming didn't even turn around, and leaned on the head of the bed to flip through the magazines.

Zhou Yu seemed to have gone to take a bath, and the quilt and pillow were placed beside the bed, all blue in color, just like the mug he used.

Gu Ming felt a little drowsy, and just as he threw the magazine aside, Zhou Yu pushed the door open and walked in.

"I thought you were asleep." Zhou Yu even wore blue pajamas, so he put the door on and climbed onto the bed.

"The lights won't turn on when you're asleep." Gu Ming said.

"Hey, your bed..." Zhou Yu lay down first and then slowly moved up, "It's not as soft as mine...ah, it's comfortable."

Gu Ming frowned, but Zhou Yu just stretched his waist and sighed again, his grandfather had the same virtue.

But when Zhou Yu sighed, he always felt that his bones were numb.

Gu Ming lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Yu began to pull the quilt to wrap himself up, just like he usually does when he's on the sofa.

"Drink water, do you want it?" Gu Ming asked.

"No." Zhou Yu grabbed the pillow and stuffed it under his head.

Gu Ming went out immediately.

Zhou's father and Zhou's mother had already entered the room, Gu Ming poured half a glass of water, and walked around to the balcony to look at Zhou Yu's green plants.

Recently, I got a new pot of narcissus. It didn't bloom, but it looked quite fat.

After Gu Ming finished drinking the water, when he returned to his room, he heard Zhou Yu talking on the phone.

"...It's okay, nothing happened today." Zhou Yu said.

It didn't sound like small talk, Gu Ming hesitated for a while, knocked on the door twice before going in.

Zhou Yuren sat on the head of the bed, smiled at Gu Ming with his mobile phone, "Then let's make it like this tomorrow night."

"Sleep?" Gu Ming touched the light switch by the door.

"Sleep." Zhou Yu said.

The lights in the room went dark immediately, Gu Ming moved in the dark to open the curtains a little, and climbed onto the bed.

"I just made an agreement with Sister Ou that I will go to the performance tomorrow night." Zhou Yu turned over.

"Oh," Gu Ming tucked in the quilt, "Miss Ou compromised?"

"Well, it's not a big deal in itself," Zhou Yu said.

Gu Ming lay flat and closed his eyes, suddenly felt that the current state was quite miraculous.

The contract will expire after tomorrow, and today Zhou Yu is lying next to him.

He could definitely write a manuscript called "The Last Night of Being Zhou Yu's Assistant, I Slept With Him".

"Gu Gu," Zhou Yu half turned up against the quilt, "Are you asleep?"

"It only takes a minute to lie down, what do you think?" Gu Ming opened his eyes.

"I didn't know that some people can sleep with their eyes closed." Zhou Yu smiled, "We can talk for a while if you haven't slept?"

Gu Ming kicked off the quilt, "All right."

"When did you learn the piano? You play it very well." Zhou Yu lay on his stomach.

"Four or five years old, I don't remember." Gu Ming said.

The piano is taught in vain, in order to develop a social skill.

"That's no wonder," Zhou Yu held his left hand in front of him, "I can't see it when I become a monk halfway through adulthood, but my fingers that touch the piano are curved since I was a child."

Gu Ming took out his hand subconsciously and took a look, "I didn't pay attention to it before...it doesn't look bent at first glance."

"Aren't you going to bend it?" Zhou Yu stretched out his hand directly, "You can see for yourself whether it should be bent or not."

Before Gu Ming could react, Zhou Yu's hand was on his.

A little ice.

Zhou Yu's hands are thin and long, with a good skinny feel, which suits him well.

"...It's quite curved." Gu Ming admitted.

When Gu Ming said this, his heart seemed to be slapped, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but the withdrawal was too deliberate.

So he just moved his hand slightly to the side.

Zhou Yu's hands were originally supported by his hands, but with Gu Ming's movement, Zhou Yu's fingers slipped directly between his fingers.

Gu Ming: "..."

Zhou Yu: "..."

Embarrassed, Gu Ming wanted to pull his hand back.

But Zhou Yu didn't let him do that, and stuck his hand to death.

"What are you doing!" Gu Ming snapped.

"Gu Gu, I want to ask you something." Zhou Yu grabbed his hand and looked at him.

Gu Ming suddenly didn't move, because Zhou Yu looked at him with irresistible seriousness.

The room was pitch black, but Zhou Yu's eyes were a little bright.

It was the light seeping through the cracks in the curtains.

Gu Ming's mouth moved, "You ask."

"Are you gay?" Zhou Yu asked.

Gu Ming was stunned. During those years in England, the answer to this question was known to the whole world.

But after countless failed attempts to find a boyfriend, he can't generalize.

"Why do you ask this?" Gu Ming asked back, "It is rumored that you are, so are you?"

Zhou Yu's hands trembled a little.

"If I am, so are you, what are you going to do, date me?" Gu Ming clasped his hand.

For a long while, Zhou Yu didn't speak.

When Gu Ming became impatient, he heard Zhou Yu call "Gu Gu", very softly.

Zhou Yu pulled his hand away forcefully, turned around, and lay down.

Gu Ming was suddenly quite inexplicable, but it might mean that Zhou Yu didn't mean it at all.

Maybe just asking for fun.

"Go to sleep, good night." Zhou Yu whispered.

"Well, good night." Gu Ming turned over and turned his back to Zhou Yu.

Gu Ming really didn't sleep much that night, his mind was in a mess, like a mess of wool.

What's more, he was afraid that he would do something to Zhou Yu in the middle of the night because of his bad sleep habits.

After finally sleeping for a while, Zhou Yu got up early when he woke up, and Zhou's parents and mothers also left.

When he walked out of the living room, Zhou Yu was squatting on the sofa with a toothbrush in his mouth.

"Gu Gu Zao." Zhou Yu opened his mouth and froze.

Seeing him rushing to the bathroom, Gu Ming felt that he was even more inexplicable than last night.

"Go, get some noodles, I'm starving to death!" Zhou Yu shouted while washing his face with boiling water.

Gu Ming responded, knowing that Zhou Yu was probably going to revisit what happened last night, so he simply didn't mention it again.

After the noodles were cooked and put there, Gu Ming also went to wash up, and then went back to the room to pack his luggage.

The contract expired, and he was going to take the things back to the rental house in the afternoon.

"I'll drive you off later." Zhou Yu stood by the door, holding noodles while eating and watching him clean up, "We made an appointment for a drink earlier, don't forget."

"Aren't you performing?" Gu Ming forced the clothes into the suitcase.

"It starts at eight o'clock, and I'll pick you up after 08:30," Zhou Yu said.

It was only then that Gu Ming realized that he didn't have to follow tonight's performance.

Because he is no longer Zhou Yu's assistant.

"Just us?" Gu Ming asked.

"Well, send me your address, and I'll send you a WeChat message when I arrive." Zhou Yu laughed, "I'll give you a face, I'll treat you, and I'll treat it as a celebration of our acquaintance."

The author has something to say: I don’t know if you will be confused, there will be an explanation later (T^T)

Don't worry, we won't be abused, and we will have a smooth ride during the Chinese New Year.