heart [entertainment circle]

Gu Ming turned on the faucet, took a handful of water and washed his face.

It's really not that Zhou Yu rubbed his saliva on him, but Gu Ming just turned on the water and flushed it several times.

Oh shit.

Gu Ming turned off the water with one hand, and the water was still dripping down his face. He looked in the mirror, wanting to see how he looks now...

It doesn't look like anything, just a handsome look.

The handsome Gu Ming wiped the water off his face, walked back to the workshop, pulled out the chair and sat down.

In this situation, if it was someone who was not familiar... let alone unfamiliar, even if it was Fu Yan, Gu Ming would definitely give him a punch without hesitation.

But he didn't attack Zhou Yu, and he didn't even feel angry. When he came back to his senses, he only felt a little dazed.

why?Because the other party is handsome?Being handsome can do whatever you want?

When they first met, they threatened to give him [-] yuan in a hug, but now that they got acquainted with each other, they don't need any money. His depreciation speed is too amazing!

Gu Ming was confused, and finally fished out the earphones and put them on.

He wanted to double check carefully what Zhou Yu had heard.

The guitar accompaniment in the earphones was very soft, and Gu Ming sang, his voice low and hoarse, as if he was telling a story.

When the chorus part was sung, Gu Ming angrily took off his earphones and threw them on the table.

The lyrics...cause strong discomfort.

Rationally speaking, Gu Ming shouldn't worry about this matter.The truth is, he didn't have time to think about Zhou Yu's problem.

After the demo was sent to the producer for approval, almost half of the sound production department was busy with song production.

He Zhao was in charge of the arrangement and took the time to chat with Gu Ming about the music.

Before the official work, the other party got the paper dictionary and laughed so hard that his head almost fell off.

"Hey Brother Gu, did you really write this song hahahaha!" He Zhao didn't hold back at all, "I don't mean anything else, it's just... Hahaha, read the song name out loud!"

"Pink Sun, is there a problem?" Gu Ming's face was cold.

"Hahahahahaha what do you think?" He Zhao looked at him, "You! And pink!"

"Tomorrow, I can still write you a pink head, and let you sing directly." Gu Ming looked indifferent.

"Fuck hahahahaha?" He Zhao laughed out loud in shock.

In fact, it wasn't just He Zhao, who basically heard that this song was written by Gu Ming, they were all surprised and delighted.

"In terms of orchestration, I consider letting the piano be the main accompaniment." After laughing, He Zhao finally said seriously, "Use simple chords to make the music sound more layered."

"I think there is a need for a string with a brighter tone." Gu Ming said.

If a complete song is a picture, the accompaniment is what serves as the background color for the picture.

It doesn't have to be particularly prominent, but the choice of orchestration and which parts various instruments play in the song can all set the emotional tone for the song.

"The clarinet?" He Zhao knocked on the table, "It's really quite unique to be inserted in the prelude and interlude."

"Bass trombone." Gu Ming thought for a while and said, "The clarinet should be more rounded, and the interlude should have a gentle and powerful effect."

"Oh, tenderness came out of Brother Gu's mouth." He Zhao laughed, and circled a three-digit number on the paper, "Okay, the bass trombone is starting, it's another new expense."

Gu Ming didn't say a word, this accompaniment all uses real instruments, although Shiguang has his own performance team, but some instruments may still have to be specially hired.

But it doesn't matter, picking up light has plenty of money to burn.

Making music really burns money. Gu Ming has not experienced such a happy feeling in two or three years. He can make songs without considering the cost one by one.

After the orchestration was finalized, Gu Ming was in charge of playing the score for the piano accompaniment, and He Zhao handled the remaining drums and rhythm guitar.

It didn't take long to arrange the music, and He Zhao finally mixed the sub-tracks of each audio, and it was a new demo.

While the song was gradually taking shape, Gu Ming never met Zhou Yu himself.

But there is no need for Gu Ming to inquire, everyone in Quan Shiguang knows that Zhou Yu is going abroad for a fashion show.

However, people are not going to sing, but go to the catwalk, which is very eye-catching.

On the day of recording the accompaniment, Gu Ming went to the studio as a composer.During the break time, people all over the place were checking Weibo with their heads down, passing around Zhou Yu's photos.

Gu Ming leaned against the wall by himself, basically the only one in the entire recording studio who didn't look at his phone.

Xie Youwei, the on-site producer of the Shiguang faction, is a greasy man in his early forties, not very well-known in the industry, and he is standing next to Gu Ming, and has been rambling on for a long time.

"Look, traffic, this is traffic." Xie Youwei flicked his phone and shook his head, "Although he became popular through singing, Zhou Yu is a person who can rely on his face to make a living."

Gu Ming didn't even look at him, but because he was standing close, he could still catch a glimpse of Xie Youwei's figure on the screen from the corner of his eye.

It's probably silvery white, but I can't see anything else.

Zhou Yu was a person who sent him harassing messages with little content every two days, but since the fashion show started, there has been almost no news.

In fact, if you count your fingers, it is less than two days.

"...It's hard to say. This Zhou Yu has only been popular for three years. I think the media often names him a superstar. It's pure nonsense." Xie Youwei wrinkled his nose, "A person who can't create but only knows how to sing, in I'm afraid the music world also..."

"Go ahead and record." Gu Ming straightened up, finally looked back at Xie Youwei, and smiled, "Whether a person is popular or not is a matter of human beings, but if he is not popular...you will lose money."

Xie Youwei's face turned black and red for a while, he just smiled dryly twice, and shouted for everyone to continue working.

Gu Ming had just taken two steps when the phone in his pocket vibrated, indicating that he had received two new WeChat messages.

It's all started to work, and I still pick this time to send him a message.

Reluctantly, Gu Ming took out the phone and looked at it. It was Fu Yan's grandson who sent him a small vibrato video, accompanied by a long series of "hahaha" swiping the screen.

Fuck, blocked.

I really didn't mean to perfunctory you: Hahahahahahaha!

I really didn't perfuse you: Brother Ming, take a look, I'm fucking laughing——

The phone was still shaking like a sieve, Gu Ming immediately cut off the do not disturb mode, but the phone vibrated for the last time.

The message from Zhou Yu didn't have a picture, it wasn't a harassing message, it was just two words.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Gu Gu.

Gu Ming stared at these two words for three seconds, judging by the time difference, it was probably midnight over there.

Without even thinking about it, he raised his hand and typed in the input box, "Do you want to record a song across the ocean?".

After typing, I deleted them all with one click. After a while, I didn't see Zhou Yu posting anything else. Gu Ming didn't understand what Zhou Yu was up to.

In the end, it came back to Zhou Yuliang full stop.

From writing lyrics and composing music to arranging, and then recording accompaniment, it is reasonable to say that Gu Ming's work is over, but after Zhou Yu came back, he kept on WeChat and asked Gu Ming to listen to him singing in the studio.

In fact, there was no need for Zhou Yu to shout, Gu Ming himself had plans to go, but it was Zhou Yu who jumped up and down on his WeChat a lot, which made Gu Ming feel strangely rebellious.

In the end, even though he decided to go, he didn't tell Zhou Yu.

It was Wednesday, and Shiguang rented a commercial recording studio with advanced equipment, which was only open in the afternoon on weekdays.There was a traffic jam on Gu Ming Road, and we arrived half an hour late.

Zhou Yu entered the studio early and stood in front of the camera, waiting for the sound engineer to slowly adjust the equipment for him.

Gu Ming was ushered in by the staff, and the first time he opened the wooden door of the tuning room, he saw a pink shadow.

After seeing Zhou Yu for the first time in more than a week, the other party didn't know if he was wearing a loose pink sweater for the occasion.

Zhou Yu seemed to have expected him to come, and waved to him generously through the glass.

Gu Ming was stunned for a moment, with He Zhao as a precedent, obviously not everyone can hold this pink color, but Zhou Yu obviously doesn't have any pressure in wearing it.

It can even be said to be suitable, it looks less sloppy, and even a little... milky.

"Two weeks," the only sound engineer in the room knocked on the glass, "You're still recording there."

Zhou Yu tapped his earphones, then pointed at Gu Ming, and said something.

The sound engineer turned around, saw Gu Ming, and got up quickly: "Hey, the composer is really here, I didn't hear it just now when I was wearing earphones... Hello, hello."

"Hello, you have worked hard." Gu Ming shook hands with him.

Although generally in order not to affect the singer's performance, the number of people in the recording studio will be as small as possible, but today there are only three of them left.

"There are headphones here, and the sound is well tuned." The sound engineer handed over the spare headphones to Gu Ming.

After Gu Ming put it on, he could hear Zhou Yu's voice, but his pair of headphones didn't have a microphone, so Zhou Yu could only hear the sound engineer's speech.

"Hey, I'm very nervous when Gu Gu comes." Zhou Yu smiled and looked at Gu Ming: "You have the face of an examiner, do you know?"

Gu Ming said calmly, "I have the face of examiner Gu."

The sound engineer laughed directly: "My little brother has a talent for telling bad jokes."

"What did he say?" Zhou Yu obviously couldn't hear anything.

"It's nothing, just a cold joke." The sound engineer said, "Are you still nervous for two weeks? I'll see if I can get off work early."

"Over and over again." Zhou Yu was good at making a 1.

"If you can't pass it once, you can pay me overtime." After finishing the sound engineer, he lowered his head and started to control the mixer.

Gu Ming didn't sit, but stood, and slowly heard the prelude of the bass trombone coming from the earphones, and subconsciously looked at Zhou Yu.

Inexplicably quite nervous, but Zhou Yu was obviously not nervous.

The smooth sound of the piano cut in, and Zhou Yuren stood there. Although the lights on the roof were on, the overall shed was not too bright.

He is like a person standing at the junction of light and darkness, taking any step may lead to another world.

"Wires divide the gray day, and the damp old street after the rain

The rusty iron chain on the bicycle is like an old string that does not make a sound.

This calm day is the day you found me

Memories disjoint in the alley, sadness fades in your eyes. "

Zhou Yu sang beautifully, and immediately met Gu Ming's eyes after the turn.

Gu Ming himself sang the songs written by Gu Ming, but the ones performed by Zhou Yu are completely different.

As expected of a person who has heard all kinds of songs, the sound engineer didn't move at all, just continued his work with a blank expression.

The chorus was introduced by the beating of the drum kit. Zhou Yu glanced at Gu Ming more at this time, and suddenly smiled.

"Give you a pink sun and tell me if you like it

You and today are ordinary, but they are my most unforgettable memory

Send you a pink sun, at least follow it to the distance

You and tomorrow are both gone,..."

The accompaniment music entered the interlude, and the sound of the bass trombone appeared again. This time, there was not even the sound of the piano in the accompaniment, only the bass trombone.

Gu Ming admired Zhou Yu's singing skills a long time ago, but he really did not expect that Zhou Yu could perform this song in a state beyond his imagination.

Every word and every sentence is natural, matching the music of the bass trombone, gentle and powerful.

Gu Ming's heart was beating very fast, especially when he heard Zhou Yu's slight inhalation through the high-quality earphones.

He almost didn't recognize Zhou Yu anymore.

A pink-colored Zhou Yu, a Zhou Yu who just looked at him and smiled, as if reaching out his hand at that moment.

Grabbed him and pulled him toward the light.

Gu Ming realized that he had been looking at Zhou Yu for a long time when he realized that his condition was not very good.

There was a second part of the song, but he couldn't finish it, so he looked away and took off his earphones in a hurry.

The sound engineer took the time to take a look at Gu Ming. Gu Ming pushed open the wooden door and went out without saying a word.

The author has something to say: Hey, guess what happened to Gu Ming~

I wrote the lyrics for this spicy chicken, I wronged my son and took the blame, so I apologize to Gu Gu.

Post a full version, alas, I am ashamed to watch it myself.

I feel like Jay writes lyrics, a cute pink sunny otaku who only thinks about milk tea, has trained chest muscles, and learns to make omelets (T^T)

-pink sun-

Lyricist:...

Composer: Gu Ming

Composer: He Zhao

Vocals: Zhou Yu

wires divide gray sky

and the damp old street after the rain

rusty chain on bicycle

like old strings that don't sound

A calm day

It was the day you found me

Memories Disjointed in the Alley

Sadness disappears in your eyes

send you a pink sun

then tell me do you like it

You and today are ordinary

But it is my most unforgettable memory

send you a pink sun

At least follow it to the distance

You and tomorrow are gone

I hope there is a dream in your heart

Let the noodles of the old color cool

and old uninhabited rooms

old photos hanging on the wall

It's a familiar yet unfamiliar face

A year of inaction

This year was rewritten by you

The past closed the door for silence

Wasted time has become obsession

send you a pink sun

then tell me do you like it

You and today are ordinary

But it is my most unforgettable memory

send you a pink sun

At least follow it to the distance

You and tomorrow are gone

I hope there is a dream in your heart

send you a pink sun

Smile and follow it to the distance

You and the future are worth looking forward to

worthy of being loved