heart [entertainment circle]

Gu Ming found a place to sit down in the lobby of the lounge, and the suspended TV diagonally opposite broadcast the status of the party in real time.

The show started on time at 07:30 p.m., and the two veteran hosts in the station came on stage, greeting the audience quite routinely.

This is the last day of the new year, and the whole stage layout seems to have no red and festive meaning.

Gu Ming stared at the screen for a while, his eyes were not good, he could barely see a shadow swaying, and felt dizzy after staring for a long time, so he simply looked away.

It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous, it is the first time he is on such a big stage, and the one who can still have no fluctuations in his heart is probably a god.

Sitting there, Gu Ming went over the score again in his mind, and became a little more at ease.

The phone vibrated, Gu Ming took it out and took a look, Fu Yan sent him a WeChat message.

I really didn't perfuse you: Brother Ming, look!

I really didn't perfuse you: [Picture] [Picture]

I really don't want to spare you: this person has something in his teeth——

Gu Ming clicked on the photo and looked at it. It was a group folk dance show, and a male dancer in the back row was grinning.

The second one is a close-up of the poor guy's mouth, with some green stuff embedded between his teeth.

You take care of me: uncle. . .

You take care of me, uncle: It's so scary, you.

Fu Yan bought a large front row, and the camera was high-definition, taking pictures along the way was like a public execution.

I really didn't perfuse you: Hahahaha, look!Luo Xunran stared at me with his nostrils hahahaha!

I really didn't perfunctory you: the girl behind fell out and smashed the person in front hahahahahahahahahahaha!

The phone was vibrating like an epileptic, Fu Yan might just be an emotionless hahaha machine, the type who keeps pressing the h button while chatting with people.

Gu Ming switched WeChat to Do Not Disturb mode for messages, and was about to log out when he saw that Zhou Yu had also sent him a message a few minutes ago.

Seeing that [picture] was also written, Gu Ming hesitated for a while, and then clicked on it.

A foam lunch box filled with green lettuce.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Gu Gu, I am so hungry.

Gu Ming ignored him, clicked in after exiting, and sent a sentence to Zhou Yu: Remember to look in the mirror after eating.

Zhou Yu was probably idle, and the message came back in seconds: What mirror do you look in?

Gu Ming regretted replying to him, Zhou Yu flicked his screen with messages.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Have you had dinner yet?

Mr. Zhou is hungry: I didn’t eat anything, my friend had a meal outside, I asked him to come over and pack some food for me...

Mr. Zhou is hungry: In the end, I really accepted a dish.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Hey, don't leave after the performance, wait until I have a barbecue together.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Let's look for inspiration by the way, I want to write a song that reflects the suffering of the world.

You take care of me: uncle. . .

You take care of me, uncle: Can the suffering of your family make the meat runny?

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Then order something vegetarian, and baked buns are also delicious.

You care about me: another day, my friend is here today.

It's not that Gu Ming resists contacting Zhou Yu, it's just that he really doesn't want to be photographed, so he has another hot search.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: What are your plans for later?

You Gu uncle me: ...eat supper.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Then call him directly, and I will call a friend.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Come on for the show, don’t run away when it’s over, I’ll call you then.

Gu Ming was quite helpless, Zhou Yu was a typical thinker, and since he got up for a walk in the middle of the night last time, Gu Ming convinced him.

After the phone screen was turned off, Gu Ming sat for about ten minutes longer, and Huo Hua's program was about to start.

He had already gone through the rehearsal of the process, and he went directly to the real backstage, put on ear monitors, and adjusted the equipment.

"Remember to press the button on the right to be able to speak. You are the only accompanist on the stage. If there is any situation, tell him immediately." The coordinator reminded him again.

"Okay." Gu Ming touched the position of the button, walked to the piano, and sat down.

The height of the seat has been adjusted, the piano is custom-made, with an off-white industrial style, and the shape of a gear is specially engraved on the cover.

Later, the lower stage will go up directly, bringing Gu Ming and the piano to the stage.

Huo Hua appeared from the other side of the stage. Although the two collaborated, they were far away from each other.

"Speaking of the romance in the school days, I have to mention one person here." The hostess spoke, and Gu Ming could hear clearly through the ground.

This kind of introductory dialogue actually sounded quite embarrassing. The program had already been announced in advance, and now all the audience knew that it was Huo Hua who was going to appear.

"I especially like to see him smile. When he smiles, you will feel that the world is very sunny and beautiful." The hostess continued.

"Let's shout out his name together—" said the host.

"Huo! The share!!!"

Gu Ming's stage had already risen to the stage. In the white mist sprayed by the smoke device, he truly felt the roar of the fans on the scene.

It's really like a growl, the kind of growl that can be followed by "repay the money".

Gu Ming glanced down, there was a bright light, but he didn't see where Fu Yan was.

It's amazing, just now he was a little nervous down there, but now he's calm.

A huge spotlight just hit him, and the people below were screaming frantically waiting for Huo Hua to appear.

Gu Ming smiled, put his fingers on the black and white keys, and played the first note of the prelude.

The big screen gave a close-up of Gu Ming's hands, and the scene became quiet for several degrees in an instant. When Huo Hua suddenly appeared over there, there was another commotion for a few seconds.

Gu Ming quickly moved his right hand to the right, switching to a new chord, and Huo Hua began to sing "Hug".

As Zhou Yu said, it's not a good song, but it's not bad either.

"I remember that it was almost dawn, and you knocked on my door and window.

A wind blows in, and you sing on the sound of the wind. "

Huo Hua's voice is not comparable to Zhou Yu's at all, with a narrow range and not very transparent voice.

If you really want to talk about the reason for its popularity, it may really be because of the "first love boy's voice", like the kind of guitar boy you can meet when you were a student.

Like Gu Ming, but Gu Ming's voice is more mature than Huo Hua.

"Where the mornings are silent, and the nights in the corners are long,

Scattered mood is called a big waste of time. "

Gu Ming frowned when he played here, Huo Hua's rhythm was a bit chaotic, and it felt inconsistent to listen to the accompaniment.

Nothing went wrong during the rehearsal, Gu Ming couldn't help but glance over there, only to see Huo Hua touching his ears on the big screen.

The camera cuts away quickly.

Gu Ming had a bad premonition, and then flicked down, Huo Hua didn't keep up with the beat this time, even...out of tune.

After finishing the ball, the car overturned.

However, Huo Huat was persistent and wanted to continue singing the chorus with a face of fearlessness.

After Gu Ming played this part, he took the time to press the button on the collar on the right side and said, "There is something wrong with Huo Huaer."

The piano is tuned at the back, barely able to absorb Gu Ming's speech.

"The cable is wrongly plugged in and there is noise. Let the backstage check it out, about two to three minutes." The director's voice came from the back of the ear.

Generally speaking, the director can give instructions to the performers and hosts on stage through ear feedback, reminding forgotten words and reminding them to move.

Gu Ming felt his head ache, and in two or three minutes, Huo Hua would have been able to sing a complete song long ago.

"Director Du, please let him stop for a while." Gu Ming said.

The director didn't speak. Gu Ming's subordinates continued to cooperate with Huo Hua to continue the accompaniment of the chorus, and sighed: "He can still be rescued."

After two or three seconds, Gu Ming finally heard the director say through the ear: "Huo Hua has sung this part, stop now."

Gu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, Huo Hua barely stopped the car before the next section started, and looked this way worriedly.

The audience below were also stunned, what Huo Hua just sang was enough to make them petrified.

But the blank did not appear, Gu Ming sank his hands, and the melody was picked up without any violation.

It is not easy to improvise without departing from the theme of the original song. What I am playing now is equivalent to a variation of "Embrace". Every melody has to fall from the fingertips as soon as it comes to mind.

The big screen once again gave Gu Ming a close-up, and this time the camera gave him several side shots.

Zhou Yu secretly squatted behind the stage and watched for a long time. He had never seen anyone like Gu Ming before, who pretended to be so aggressive and could convince everyone.

He was so handsome that his heart was itchy, but his expression was very calm and calm.

Gu Ming quickly played to the position of about 2 minutes, when he heard the director speak again: "Huo Hua's ears can be used again."

The audience below thought that this was a special arrangement, so when Gu Ming led the accompaniment back to the chorus and Huo Hua answered it knowingly, everyone could feel a wonderful sense of amazement.

"Take another step forward to hug you, or step back ten thousand steps to miss you."

Huo Hua's voice was very steady this time, Gu Mingren relaxed, and was finally able to play according to the original score.

"How many melodies you have heard, how many stories you have in your heart,

For you to continue writing and narrating.

Go forward and reach out to hug you, or step back and turn your back to remember you.

The words and sentences in your eyes are enough to piece together the world,

Whoever you look at or meet. "

The last note of the piano ended, and the scene was already shouting crazy.

The platform below carried Gu Ming and the piano down, and only halfway there, Gu Ming heard someone scream "Zhou Yu".

For the rest of the yelling, it was hard to tell whether it was for Huo Hua or Zhou Yu.

Gu Ming was quite shocked. Zhou Yu's appearance was hundreds of times stronger than Huo Hua's.

It was a feeling that the whole clubhouse was shaking. Gu Ming got up from the piano chair and saw all the staff watching around the TV screen with the broadcast.

He was not in a hurry to leave, and glanced at the screen amidst the overwhelming shouts.

After getting acquainted with Zhou Yu, Gu Ming almost forgot that Zhou Yu was a very popular person.

Looking at it now, it was actually a little shocking.Gu Ming was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he had almost rejected Zhou Yu's barbecue invitation not long ago.

Zhou Yu appeared on the stage, the prelude to the music had already started, and the camera showed Zhou Yu a close-up.

Gu Ming's heart trembled, and the surrounding staff quickly noticed something strange.

"Damn it, why did Zhou Yu pick off his earbuds???" The person in charge of checking the earbuds howled, "The earbuds I put on him myself—"

Gu Ming took another look at Zhou Yu on the screen, and for a moment, he thought Zhou Yu was quite interesting.

The author has something to say: today the author improvised and made up lyrics on the spot.

I'm a bit sad these two days, so the update is late, sorry QAQ

I actually wrote it at [-] o'clock tonight, but the computer crashed and I lost it.

I know that my painting style is not quite Jinjiang, so I have gradually accepted the fact that Liangliang is cool in the past two days. Of course, it is also true that the writing is not good enough.

At first, there was a time when the title of the article was changed to "A Black Fan Became My Gossip Boyfriend" in order to encourage readers to click in and read it. . .

Thinking back now, is that any different from naming Gongshou Situ Tiezhu Murong Goudan? TvT

I won't do that again in the future, after all, I just write to make myself happy.

Thank you angels who read the text, love you w