heart [entertainment circle]

"What just happened?" Niu Feifan sat on the front seat, with an expression on his face that was about to spit out at any time.

"It's nothing, you go to sleep." Gu Ming put on his glasses and drove the car out.

Zhou Yu sat in the co-pilot, didn't say a word, his head was facing the direction of the car window, and it was hard to tell whether he was asleep or awake.

I always feel that something is wrong.

Gu Ming frowned, stared at the road ahead, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

No one responded, and Wu Changguang's snoring gradually came from the back row.

Gu Ming sighed, Wu Changguang was filming early in the morning, so now the car takes priority on the highway and drives in the direction of the film and television city.

About an hour later, Gu Ming felt that he couldn't bear the tired driving, so he found a service station and stopped the car.

Today is not a holiday, and the entire service station is basically their car.

Gu Ming opened the windows of the car, turned off the engine, and leaned his head on the car seat.

It is absolutely impossible to fall asleep in this position.

However, everyone in the car seemed to be sleeping peacefully, and they didn't even know he was parking. It is estimated that no one in the selling mountains woke up.

Gu Ming didn't take off his glasses, and he could see Zhou Yu's face on the car glass from the side of his head.

Eyes closed, that is sleep.

This person has been motionless since an hour ago, so he couldn't be... dead.

Gu Ming was stimulated by this crazy thought, turned his head back, took off his glasses, and closed his eyes.

He squinted for about ten seconds, then opened his eyes violently, put his hands on the edge of the passenger seat, and paused for a while.

Let's see, in case it can be rescued...

Gu Ming rolled over halfway, and as soon as he reached Zhou Yu's side, before he stretched out his hand, he heard Zhou Yu's breathing.

Did you hear that people are living well, Gu Ming, are you mentally ill?

Gu Ming sat back again, tilted his head to the left car window, and closed his eyes again.

He didn't expect that he could fall asleep in this position.

In fact, I didn't feel like falling asleep at all, and I didn't even dream, I just knew it was six o'clock when I opened my eyes.

When Gu Ming looked at the co-pilot, Zhou Yu was gone, and when he looked back at Niu Feifan and Wu Changguang, who were sleeping slumped in the back row, Niu Xin could only vaguely see the thin and severed arms.

He simply got out of the car, locked the car door and touched his cell phone. Because his sleeping position was uncomfortable, he basically walked forward while moving his body.

As soon as the call to Zhou Yu was made, Gu Ming saw Zhou Yu himself first.

"Gu Gu Zao." The other party leaned against the railing, holding a suffocated juice box in his hand.

How to put it, hair and clothes are a bit messy, looking decadently handsome before the sun rises.

Gu Ming walked over, and there was nothing to see behind the railing, approaching the wilderness, which separates the service station from nature.

"Do you want it? There are vending machines over there." Zhou Yu raised the juice box in his hand, and there happened to be a trash can in the distance.

He waved his hand casually, and the juice box was thrown out in a parabola.

Throwing one inaccurately will ruin the aesthetic feeling created just standing there.

Gu Ming just woke up and didn't want to talk much. Seeing Zhou Yu walking over to pick up the juice box that fell on the ground, he seemed to be in good health.

But Gu Ming still decided to drive that route later by himself, and touched the cigarette holder from his pocket, trying to wake up.

"Do you want to smoke?" Gu Ming was about to hand the open cigarette case to Zhou Yu, when he suddenly remembered that the other party wanted to ban smoking and drinking, so he withdrew his hand again.

"Draw." As a result, the other party took one with one hand.

Gu Ming didn't say anything, and gave him the lighter.

"Last night..." Zhou Yu lit the fire and finally smiled, "Do you think it's fun?"

"It's quite fun." This is the truth, Gu Ming hasn't had such fun for a long time.

He was so happy that he completely forgot about writing songs.

But this feeling is very comfortable. The nerves that have been tense for two weeks finally relax for a while, and finally I no longer open and close my eyes to write songs.

"That's good." Zhou Yu looked at him, leaning lazily on the railing, "I'm afraid you're pushing yourself too hard."

Gu Ming guessed right, Zhou Yu specially brought him here to relax.

"That's not the case," Gu Ming said, "It's impossible for me to write songs 24 hours a day."

"Don't be too psychologically stressed. After all, I..." Zhou Yu laughed mischievously when he said this, and patted him on the shoulder. "After all, no matter what I sing, it's very nice."

"Tsk," Gu Ming was quite disgusted, but he also laughed, "See, you can do it."

Zhou Yu continued to laugh, but the two of them didn't talk anymore, they smoked while leaning against the railing side by side.

Although March can already be called the beginning of spring, the temperature at this point is quite low, and it is unbearable to stand for a long time.

After Gu Ming finished his cigarette, he was fully awake. He was about to return to the car when he saw the sun rise.

Not the particularly dazzling one, but round and small like the moon.

Still pink.

Gu Ming could not afford to be so early in the past, even if he woke up early, he would not take a special look at the sun and the moon, but now he thinks it is quite miraculous.

"I usually don't sleep for a long time, and I wake up when the sun comes out." Zhou Yu choked out his cigarette and spoke suddenly.

"You are a sign of old age." Gu Ming said.

"No," Zhou Yu said, "Sometimes, I really want to see something colorful."

Gu Ming didn't speak, Zhou Yu was not in a good mood today, this time he finally noticed it.

"It's amazing. The mountains and roads were all gray just now, but they are all colored in a blink of an eye." Zhou Yu pointed to the outside of the railing.

"Because the sun is out." Gu Ming followed and looked out.

"Ah." Zhou Yu responded.

Gu Ming's eyesight is not good, but he can indeed see the bright colors of everything, because it's early, and even dyed a layer of pink.

It's really amazing, I didn't think it was so amazing.

What's even more amazing is that Gu Ming didn't know how long he hadn't tried again because of what he saw, bgm automatically popped up in his mind.

This time it's not the kind that flashes by, but the melody is complete.

He was completely awake, but not to the point where he was suddenly in a hurry to find a pen and paper.

"Let's go back first." Gu Ming stood up straight and finally experienced the most comfortable moment in the past two weeks.

On the way back, Gu Ming didn't quite remember what happened. He first sent Wu Changguang to the film and television city, then unloaded goods one by one, and finally the van drove to Niu Feifan's house, and he took the subway.

Instead of going home to rest, I went directly to the company.

It is a wonderful thing to have inspiration. It can make people feel as if they have been beaten with chicken blood. They just want to quickly write down the things that appear in their minds, without feeling tired at all.

After finding a pen and paper in the workshop, Gu Ming sat down and began to memorize the score.

It was very smooth, after all, the melody just now had circulated all the way in his mind.

Although it is only the most critical part of the chorus, creating this thing is either like a faucet that is not turned on tightly, dripping down slowly, or it is like a flood bursting its embankment and submerging the lowlands for a moment.

Gu Ming obviously encountered the latter now, and the whole song took less than half a day from writing to finalizing.

In the past, he seldom wrote the song first and then wrote the lyrics like this. I don't know if he was too excited, but the writing was not smooth.

Lyrics... When the theme is determined, it may be more popular to mix some love elements.

It's just that he hasn't been in love.

Gu Ming crumpled the paper and made a new one.

It doesn't matter if we haven't talked about it, who wouldn't make it up?

Gu Ming had just written a few lines when the phone rang.

It's quite annoying, he's just getting better at editing, and he forgot to mute the phone in advance.

The phone was singing and vibrating, Gu Ming had no choice but to get it out and hang up the phone, only to find that it was Fu Yan calling.

After the Lantern Festival, Fu Yan hardly contacted him.

Gu Ming was so busy writing songs that he almost forgot about Fu Yan.

"Mr. Gu! Hey, you've answered the phone!" As soon as the call was made, Fu Yan smiled enthusiastically, "Have you eaten yet? If you haven't, let's cook hot pot together!"

"You came here again?" Gu Ming's head hurt, "I don't have time to play with you."

"Hey, what are you busy with? Mr. Gu's business is booming now!" Fu Yan said loudly.

"Are you still from the dinner?" Gu Ming said, "It's okay, I'll hang up, the hot pot will be another day."

"Hey, hey, don't hang up! It's something! It's something big!" Fu Yan quickly stopped.

Gu Ming moved his finger away from the red key and waited impatiently for Fu Yan to continue.

"As for my marriage," Fu Yan said, as if he was a little embarrassed, "the date has been set, NO.16 next month."

Gu Ming actually guessed that it was because of this, so he was quite calm.

He leaned forward, turned the page, drew a circle on the calendar, and asked, "Where is it?"

"Sofitel... Fuck, are you really coming back?" Fu Yan was not calm, "Four years! Four years bro! You fucking disappeared..."

"Don't howl," Gu Ming said annoyed, "If you howl again, I won't bring you a congratulatory gift."

"I'll go!" Fu Yan continued to howl, "Did I hear correctly, and there are congratulatory gifts?"

Although the other party was a little noisy, after all, Fu Yan might be the closest in this life, and of course the wedding gift was indispensable.

Fu Yan was still rambling on, but Gu Ming hung up the phone before he howled "When will I survive until the day you get married".

The world is clean, but the mind is broken again.

Gu Ming stayed up for two more days, barely filling in the words.

Really couldn't bear to look directly at it, and with the heart of not seeing it, Gu Ming quickly made a demo with midi.

The demo is like a blank house, simply and crudely combining the created lyrics and music, and then recording it.

Because Shiguang gave Gu Ming complete freedom to create songs, before the demo came out, he basically didn't have much face-to-face contact with the producer.

When the song came out, the first thing Gu Ming thought of was Zhou Yu.

The singer himself should be the first to listen to the demo, and if he has any opinions, he can communicate in time and make changes as soon as possible.

Gu Ming sent Zhou Yu a WeChat message, but Zhou Yu didn't reply.

I thought he was busy, but within 10 minutes, Zhou Yu came over directly.

He came here by running, and even smashed the door of his workshop.

"You don't have a job today?" Gu Ming was shocked.

"Yes," Zhou Yu hurried in, "Where's the demo? I'll leave after listening."

"You look like a devil entering the village, why don't you smash a hole in my door." Gu Ming looked at him with his arms folded.

Zhou Yu smiled, and sat down on Gu Ming's chair, stretched out his hand, "What about the demo, or just you sing and I listen?"

Gu Ming sighed, and handed him the earphones: "It's not a good song, you decide whether to sing it or not."

"I'll sing." Zhou Yu put on the headphones with one hand.

"Listen first before talking." Gu Ming controlled the playback.

Zhou Yu held the earphones in his hands and slowly heard the sound of the guitar.

Gu Ming didn't know why, but he suddenly felt quite ashamed, and he also felt a sense of accomplishment.

Zhou Yu, a very good singer, was listening to a song he wrote.

Will Zhou Yu like it?Or even if you don't like it, just "I sing" one bite at a time?

Gu Ming was quite uncertain, Zhou Yu sat there listening to music with headphones on, and he simply walked away.

What is played in the earphones is Gu Ming's voice, and the composer himself often simply hums the demos.

The guitar is also accompanied by simple chords as an accompaniment.

Gu Ming waited for a long time, and when he looked back, Zhou Yu was still sitting in the same posture.

Is the song that long?

Counting with his fingers, it would take 10 minutes, so Gu Ming had no choice but to walk back and reach out to pick up Zhou Yu's earphones.

"Listening to it once is enough, aren't you in a hurry." Gu Ming said.

Zhou Yu stood up from his chair like a puppet.

"Are you satisfied with the song?" Gu Ming felt that he couldn't wait for Zhou Yu to come back, so he couldn't help but ask first.

As a result, Zhou Yu didn't answer.

The real answer to Gu Ming was an unexpected hug.

"I love you, Gu Gu!!!" Zhou Yu hugged and shouted in his ear.

Gu Ming was instantly stunned by the shout, Zhou Yu hugged him hard, and even kissed him directly on the face after shouting.

It's pretty solid, and it's kissable.

In one go, the whole process takes no more than two seconds.

Hold? ? ? ? ? ?

Gu Ming reacted and quickly wiped his face with his hands, before opening his mouth to scold.

Zhou Yu was in a hurry, after kissing everyone, he let go and ran away.

Rubbing his face with his fucking saliva!

The author has something to say: Finally, Er Zhou finally did what I always wanted to do but never dared to do.

Speaking of which, I have seen a lot of angels talking about rebelling against CP recently. I want to emphasize here that it is indeed Gu Ming who attacked Zhou Yushou.

There will be no counter-offensive, nor will they attack each other.

Because of the strong writing, I may tend to write about two people who are evenly matched.

It's just that these two people just met, fell in love, and got married, one chose the previous one and the other chose the next.

That's about it, I hope the angels who read the text can understand w

If it's really... or reversed, then I can only be really sorry, it's my bad QAQ, I won't write so strongly in the future QAQ

It's almost three o'clock, so stop nagging.

This article is not profitable, so I wrote it happily, and I am also happy that someone likes it.

I will continue to work hard, good night w