heart [entertainment circle]

For six whole days, Gu Ming didn't write a single word.

The waste manuscripts were piled up all over the floor. Every day when I opened my eyes and closed my eyes, my mind was blank. All my thoughts were like broken glass stars in the cracks of the ground.

Gu Ming squatted down, crumpled all the waste paper into a big ball, and forced it into the trash can.

He just stood there, staring at the waste papers that filled the trash can for a while, his handwriting faintly visible on each sheet, but each sheet was useless.

There are quite a few people in this world who know how to compose music and lyrics, and most of them rely on this to make a living. They can mass-produce more than a dozen lyrics and music in a short period of time, and then choose the best ones to sell.

Gu Ming is obviously not this type, he feels restless when he sees the numbers on the calendar being crossed out one by one.

He stayed alone for several days, and when he had no idea, he opened the window to smoke. It was probably spring, and it had been raining for a week, and the outside of the window was wet.

Gu Ming sometimes stood for more than two hours at a time, and when he pulled the window back, his hands and shoulders were covered with rain.

It might not be possible to write so blindly, Gu Ming paced around the workshop, and finally came to the wall full of discs.

He has heard all of them here, and he has carefully analyzed Zhou Yu's voice and singing style before, so in fact, it is not very useful to read them now.

Gu Ming raised his hand, and groped all over the discs on the shelf along the shelf, and finally stopped on a row of old discs in the corner.

"Meet the Voice" is written on the side.

That was Zhou Yu's earliest videotape, because the audition stage could remind Gu Ming of the unbearable dark history, so he never watched this series.

The one he took away from Zhou Yu was still lying in his rented house, it was the 6th issue of the preliminary round, Gu Ming glanced at it with his glasses on, and pulled out all the ones on the shelf except the 3rd issue .

Not being able to write songs made him anxious, but it was even more anxious to go out and do other things at this time.

Just read this row, maybe you can think of something through the ancient flavor.

Gu Ming stuffed Zhou Yuchu's second issue CD into the player. This thing is really old, but the picture quality is not very clear.

Seven years ago, it was still popular to kill Matt, and everyone from the contestants to the judges had thick bangs covering one eye.

Melancholy and heavy, with an invisible hurt in his eyes.

Gu Ming fast-forwarded all the way, looking at it and feeling quite embarrassed.

The entertainment industry is actually like a river and lake, people come and go, go and come again, and no one knows who suddenly became popular and who suddenly faded out of the public eye.

"Hello judges and teachers, my name is Zhou Yu." Gu Ming stopped fast forwarding here.

"I'm 19 years old this year. I'm a sophomore studying tourism management." Zhou Yu said.

Gu Ming smiled, originally he studied tourism management, but it's hard for someone to think about traveling in mountains and rivers all day long.

At that time, Zhou Yu was wearing a short denim jacket, a pair of slim dark trousers, and a pair of motorcycle boots on his feet.

With stud earrings and a messy street vendor ring, it looks more like a fight.

And the shape is quite advanced, Zhou Yu didn't keep Shamat's head, but shaved it so that it was almost bald.

Standing in a group of people whose hair is shaking when they sing, he is indeed conspicuous, and the judges love to cue him frequently.

But Zhou Yu doesn't like to talk, he is far from the talkative look he is now, and he always answers briefly when asked.

"Next, I'll bring you a song, "Is There?" Zhou Yu pulled the guitar and sat down on the chair.

The scene was all quiet, and Zhou Yu sat under the light, pressing the chords and playing the prelude.

When the music came out, Gu Ming was stunned, not because Zhou Yu played the guitar to show off his skills, but because Zhou Yuzhuan's CAmfG was currently playing.

That is the most basic set of chords, which can be used by beginners who have just learned the guitar for a few days. The advantage is that it can basically be inserted into most songs as an accompaniment.

Zhou Yu used this set of chords for every song, and even swept a lot of empty strings by mistake.

But no one cared, because after Zhou Yu sang, his plastic accompaniment was no longer necessary.

"Have you ever loved me, have you ever thought of me?"

"Is there, is there, there will be a little heartbeat."

Gu Ming squeezed the remote control, listening to him singing was a feeling that he couldn't take his eyes off at all.

If there is a barrage, the barrage must have become a sea of ​​shouting "Yes, yes, yes" at this time.

It is true that the entertainment industry is changing with each passing day, and it is hard to predict who will come and who will go.But it is estimated that there is such a kind of person, from the moment they step on the stage for the first time, everyone knows that this place belongs to them.

Zhou Yu is such a person.

Gu Ming continued to fast-forward, and basically only watched the part where Zhou Yu played. Zhou Yu's guitar playing skills gradually improved, and his singing skills improved by leaps and bounds under the guidance of his instructor.

It is strange that people also become talkative.

He didn't talk much in the first few episodes, but he was a famous topic stopper during the interview, and later he became a celebrity and spoke in an orderly manner.

"On the stage of "Meet the Voice", have you met any contestants you particularly admire?" the hostess asked him.

"I really appreciate it... I really like it." Zhou Yu still smiled when he got here, "There is a person with a particularly good temperament. I won't directly say who it is, but I am very impressed."

"Hey, how do you make people guess like this? There are many temperamental players, don't you yourself?" The hostess laughed.

Zhou Yu didn't respond, and said after a while: "When that person came up, he said 'I'm talented' in his eyes. At first you thought he was a sophomore, but when he sat down, he was really talented. talent."

Gu Ming raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect Zhou Yu to be so good back then.

He generally doesn't want to be friends with young and frivolous idiots who pull out of the sky.

"You can really feel that he really likes music, and treats it very seriously, with enthusiasm and dedication." Zhou Yu continued, "I hope that I can be a person like him."

As a result, at the end of the interview, Zhou Yu didn't say who that person was, only the hostess had been blindly sniping among the top sixteen contestants.

Gu Ming fast-forwarded again. He did nothing all day from morning to night, and just finished watching "Meet the Voice" in that session without stopping, until Zhou Yu finally won the championship.

Inexplicably, I was quite emotional, as if I had witnessed the whole process of the birth of a new star.

It's a pity that Zhou Yu has been unknown for four full years since "Meeting the Voice" won the championship, and it took four years to become the focus of the public again.

Gu Ming glanced at the time, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

He suddenly had no intention of going back to the rental house, put all the discs back where they were, and sat down directly in front of the piano this time, and lifted the piano cover.

Zhou Yu listened to music with earphones plugged into the back seat of the car. Outside the window, it was raining heavily, and the light from the lightning made the inside of the car miserable.

"It's raining so hard that you can't see the road clearly." The driver yelled, honking the horn all the way.

Zhou Yu wiped the mist off the glass and barely recognized that it was near the company.

"Let's go back to the company and rest for a while, and then leave when the rain subsides." Zhou Yu took off one of the earplugs and said.

"Hey Cheng, it's hard work for you, you can't go home after a tiring day." The driver said.

"You've worked hard too." Zhou Yu plugged the earphones back in.

It's been a long time since he went to shoot the cover of a magazine today, but there was a problem with the equipment, and a group of photos were taken late at night.

I was a little sleepy at the moment, the car was driving in the direction of picking up light, Zhou Yu closed his eyes drowsily, and when the car stopped, he bumped his head on the back of the car in front.

"Just wait in the basement?" The driver got out of the car, "I'll smoke a cigarette."

"Go up and sit down, the rain won't stop for an hour or two," Zhou Yu said.

"Okay, let's have a cigarette first." The driver took out the cigarette case and lighter from his pocket, took out the cigarette and put it on, and handed him the rest: "Do you want to smoke?"

Just as Zhou Yu was about to reach out, he put his hand in his pocket honestly: "No, I'll go up first."

It was another night of quitting smoking and drinking, Mr. Zhou cried and said in his heart that he really wanted cold beer and garlic fried chicken.

Give him a head, go upstairs and get hot water to rinse his mouth.

Zhou Yu happily took the elevator to his work room. He felt a little hungry at this point, but he turned the office upside down and found a bag of dried carrots.

It was quite dark, and it was the first time he knew that this kind of thing could be dried for snacks.

He just leaned on the sofa, put the dried carrot on his lap, and gnawed hard on one.

I don't know if Gu Guai likes to eat carrots, so I might as well give him some carrots tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yu felt a little better, and was hesitating whether to put back the half-eaten dried carrot and let Gu Ming eat it...

I've been busy all day today, and I didn't find time to send Gu Ming a harassing message.

Zhou Yu wiped his hands clean, opened WeChat, and Gu Ming went to the bottom of the list.

"Gu Gu, are you sleeping yet?" I typed this and then deleted it, because Gu Ming would not reply to this type of message.

Send "Gu Gu misses me, I have traveled around the world and come back", and you will get a "roll".

Post a picture of sand sculpture with hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, you will get two full stops.

It's quite sad, Gu Ming is two years younger than him, Zhou Yu doesn't know if there is a generation gap, he doesn't know what the kids are interested in nowadays.

"Gu Gu, do you have a recommended guitar brand? I want to buy a new one." Zhou Yu could only say this at the end.

Gu Ming likes conversations with clear content, and if you ask this question, the other party will most likely reply a lot.

If you are too lazy to type, then maybe it can be the treatment of the voice before going to bed——

Earn blood, Zhou Yu!You are a fucking genius!

Zhou Yu stuffed another piece of dried carrot and waited for a while while holding the phone. When the screen went off, he turned it on again, turned it off and turned it on again.

There was no movement for half an hour, Zhou Yu guessed that he might have fallen asleep.

Pity.

Zhou Yu got up from the sofa, sealed the dried carrots, put on his mobile phone and walked out of the workshop.

It was past eleven o'clock, and there were no major events recently. The entire floor of the company was basically pitch-black. Zhou Yu took the elevator and picked the 31st floor.

He felt that he might be really sick, and he liked to visit the door of other people's workshops when he had nothing to do.

It's like a farmer who can't sleep at night and goes to the field to see if his cabbage has been eaten by insects.

The door of Gu Ming's workshop was closed as usual, but a little light was faintly seeping from under the crack of the door.

Forgot to turn off the light?Or did people leave?

Zhou Yu walked over and knocked lightly on the door: "Gu Gu?"

There was no response, Zhou Yu subconsciously put his hand on the doorknob and tried to press it down.

The door actually opened.

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