heart [entertainment circle]

On the way back, Gu Ming's cell phone was almost blown up by Lorna.

Today, on the first day of the new year, there are half as many people on the bus as usual, all of them are carrying big bags of New Year's goods, shoulders are squeezed, and the goods are unloaded when they arrive at the stop.

Most of them are with their families, and Gu Ming is pulling the ring by himself, which doesn't seem to be in the same time zone as them.

After finally getting off the bus, Gu Ming answered Luo Na's call: "Sister Luo, Happy New Year."

"Really!!!" Lorna howled as she opened her mouth, and there was the sound of rubbing mahjong.

"What's real or not?" Gu Ming frowned and lowered the volume of the call.

"You really fell in love with Zhou Yu?" Lorna asked, "What a big New Year's headline -- hey, I didn't expect it, you have some skills, what are you up to? ?”

"What's the matter, do you believe anyone in this line of work?" Gu Ming was annoyed.

"Tsk, isn't there conclusive evidence..." Lorna was still touching the mahjong, "To be honest, you and Sister Luo have this relationship... Are you okay?"

"No!" Gu Ming walked up the steps, "Don't blindly recognize my relatives, I don't need aunts during Chinese New Year."

"Rinse your mouth with pesticides." Lorna scolded him, but she was obviously not angry. "If it doesn't get better, everything will be fine. We raise rabbits to make spicy rabbit heads. Don't think rabbits are cute."

In Gu Ming's mind, Zhou Yu who was still limping and jumping up and down suddenly appeared in Gu Ming's mind.

"Sister Luo, let me tell you something..." Gu Ming took the key to open the door, and had already made a choice in his heart.

"Have you finished your manuscript?" Lorna rushed ahead of him, "Will you be able to produce a final draft after going to work after the Chinese New Year?"

"Sister Luo, I won't write the manuscript anymore." Gu Ming said, "This job is not suitable for me, thank you for your care."

"Are you crazy?" Lorna became anxious in an instant, "I've already told the higher-ups, how could you suddenly stop writing? If you don't write, what will we do?"

"I didn't dig out what you wanted, Zhou Yu is just an ordinary person." Gu Ming poured himself a glass of water, "White can't be black, since it's made up, there's no reason why I should."

"You!" Lorna shouted at you for a long time, "You really think rabbits are cute, don't you!"

"Maybe." Gu Ming twitched the corner of his mouth, "That's it, Sister Luo, I can write you an invitation when you get married, it's red."

"Fuck. Your uncle, Gu Ming!" Lorna scolded.

The phone was hung up.

Gu Ming sighed, threw the phone aside, and sat down.

After sitting for half a minute, he got up and went into the room again, pulling the guitar from the base of the wall.

It is estimated that it has not been opened for almost a year. Gu Ming sat holding the guitar in the dark room, and the strings were rusted with his fingertips.

He felt like a ghost hitting a wall, he pressed a chord casually, and swept down with his right hand.

The guitar sounded, which was not good.

It may be that the strings are rusted, or it may be that the piano itself is not good.

Gu Ming scanned it twice, felt the smell of blood came up, and simply stuffed the guitar back into the bag.

Two days later, Luo Na found out that Gu Ming not only resigned, but also joined Zhou Yu's company. She probably had to scold him in her dreams.

Although Gu Ming didn't care about the matter until now, he was in a delicate mood now, and he couldn't tell if it was good or bad.

Gu Ming didn't know why he agreed to Ou Xiao, maybe he really didn't want someone to write a bad song under his name, but more likely it was a kind of unbelief.

That feeling is like going to the zoo to see monkeys, walking around for a whole day without seeing anything, and then hearing the monkey barking before leaving.

Anyone would watch this situation, even if it was for a whole day of doing nothing.

It has been four years since Gu Ming left home, and his only thought now is that even if he really goes back one day, Gu Wan has no right to say that these four years have been wasted.

The author has something to say: I am afraid of making up lessons, so I can only make instant noodles.

Gu Gu is so childish!