heart [entertainment circle]

There was a commotion in the store, and the nearby customers all stood up and looked this way.

Gu Ming's eyes were still blurry, he grabbed Zhou Yu's elbow with one hand and forcibly took him out of the shop.

"Are you crazy?" Gu Ming let go of his hand and looked at him, "What should I do if someone takes a picture and writes you nonsense?"

"Aren't there too many people writing nonsense for me!" Zhou Yu was trembling and angry.

Gu Ming was startled, he had never seen Zhou Yu so irritable, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You're not in a hurry about your own business," Gu Ming said, "It's my business, why are you in a hurry."

"What do you think I'm in a hurry for?" Zhou Yu turned to look at him, and paused for a while, "Who is that idiot? He knows how to talk nonsense when he knows a hairball?"

Gu Mingren was still half drunk, following Zhou Yu's reluctantly walking straight line.

The two walked towards the two-kilometer-long graffiti tunnel on the island. Gu Ming was so dizzy that he simply sat down on the short steps beside the tunnel.

Quite baffling, he kind of wanted to laugh.

"He's not talking nonsense." Gu Ming said suddenly.

Zhou Yu was silent, sat down next to Gu Ming, took out a cigarette and put it on: "It doesn't matter, I will beat you."

Gu Ming smiled, his mood was inexplicably ups and downs, it couldn't be called happiness, maybe it was the effect of alcohol, and his emotions seemed to be up and down on clouds.

"Is there any more?" Gu Ming reached out for a cigarette.

Zhou Yu pulled out the one in his mouth and handed it to him: "The last one, limited edition."

Gu Ming opened his mouth, and took it without hesitation: "I'll pay you back half of it."

Zhou Yu laughed, took out a lighter and lit it for him: "Gu Gu, you're drunk."

Gu Ming was smoking, he didn't even know whether he was awake or not.There were all kinds of graffiti in the tunnel. He squinted his eyes and thought it was just a lump of paint.

"I used to play music." Gu Ming took a puff of smoke and squinted to see the smoke forming a painting. "My parents didn't agree, but I just wanted to play. I ran away from home halfway through college."

"What about now?" Zhou Yu looked at him, "Don't play now?"

Gu Ming was silent for a while, then smiled: "I don't want to play anymore."

"Why?" Zhou Yu asked, "You play the piano better than Weiwei, and you can write lyrics and compose music."

"And you know that I will..." Gu Ming couldn't turn his head, "If you don't play, why are you looking for a reason? If you can't continue playing, then stop playing. When I came out, I turned against my dad and got a point. No money."

Zhou Yu watched him for a long time, then lowered his head to look at the ground, "It's a pity."

Gu Ming continued to smoke, but his mood was still floating.

Is it because I can't play because I don't have money?It seems not.

A common guitar costs 200 yuan, a piece of paper, a pen, and a brain.

"So you... gave up?" Zhou Yu asked again.

"Ah." Gu Ming handed him the cigarette, "Half of the limited edition is left."

Zhou Yu hesitated for a while, then took it, "You won't remember it tomorrow."

"I don't remember anything," Gu Ming said, "I'm just dizzy, but my mind is still clear."

"I'll listen first." Zhou Yu smiled.

Gu Ming yawned slowly, it was at least twelve o'clock now, it was rather cold in the long tunnel, just the two of them.

"Gu Gu, sing me a song." Zhou Yu said, "I've always wanted to hear you sing."

"I don't sing well." Gu Ming said.

"Just one song." Zhou Yu stared at him, "You just sing a song as if you were taking a bath, it's very casual, this is the bathroom, and I'm Yuba."

Gu Ming also stared at him, smiled, and stretched out his hand to take off his coat.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Yu quickly grabbed the corner of his sleeve and didn't let him take it off.

"Take a shower." Gu Ming said.

Zhou Yu was stunned for a second, grabbed him, and laughed so hard that his head dropped.

"It's over, you should stay drunk, I can't bear it!" Zhou Yu laughed.

"Nervous," Gu Ming pulled back his coat, "I'm just kidding you."

Gu Ming turned his head back and sat for a while longer, humming a melody slowly.

Zhou Yu heard it, his body seemed to be a little stiff, and he couldn't move even with a cigarette in his mouth.

It's still "Like", obviously it's a golden song in black history, and it's been so many years, Gu Ming sang a song casually, but he can still sing "Like".

"Like, people are talking in low voices in the dead of night. Like, one dream wakes up, it's another dream..." When Gu Ming sang this line, he subconsciously took a deep breath.

It's as if I haven't breathed out for seven years.

"Like, after being indifferent for one day, but looking forward to the next day." Gu Ming sang slowly.

Without accompaniment, he tapped his fingers on his knees to make a beat.

"Like, walking a long way and seeing you when I look back."

Gu Ming is really not suitable for singing, he has a smoky voice, and the timbre of a cappella is not comfortable.

But Zhou Yu listened very seriously and never looked away from Gu Ming.

The author has something to say: Happy Valentine's Day!

There have been too many things recently, and the update has been delayed.

It's hard to squeeze this tvt

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This article should, maybe, be around 20w