heart [entertainment circle]

When Gu Ming said this, he was stunned.

Zhou Yu didn't speak for a long time, only heard the sound of stomping on the ground, as if someone jumped up from the ground.

Then I heard Zhou Yu start laughing, kind of overjoyed: "Hey Gu Gu, are you not drunk? Or did I hear it wrong?"

"You heard it wrong." Gu Ming walked in the direction of Jiang, and the wind directly greeted his face.

It felt strange to be serious, he felt as if he was really drunk, of course it might be because he was so tired after a day of tossing around that he lost his mind.

"Aren't you saying you miss me? Are you?" Zhou Yu asked.

"Ah," Gu Ming stretched out his hand to touch the cigarette, and retracted his hand at the moment when he remembered Gu Wei, leaning against the stone railing, "Maybe it's just these few months, you've been dangling in front of my eyes every day."

Zhou Yu smiled: "Yes, I haven't seen you in the past two days, and I'm actually not used to it."

"So you just sent me a bunch of messages?" Gu Ming asked.

"Well, it's a pity that Gu Gu didn't reply to one." Zhou Yu said, "I'm holding my mobile phone, waiting for dinner and shower."

"You take your cell phone with you in the shower." Gu Ming frowned, "Where was the place you took the photo just now?"

"Countryside." There was a stomping sound from Zhou Yu's side, "There will be a charity event tomorrow morning... You know, just this day, mosquitoes are chasing and biting people here."

"Go back indoors and stay here, donate blood to mosquitoes for charity?" Gu Ming said.

"It's not... there is no signal in the house, I'm afraid I won't receive your reply message." Zhou Yu said.

"Blow, keep blowing." Gu Ming no longer believed in Zhou Yu's wet nonsense.

"Huh." Zhou Yu really boasted.

Although there was a phone call away, Gu Ming genuinely felt that half of his face was numb.

"I'll go," Gu Ming touched his face, "I find you are quite naive."

"Gu Gu, you're so funny, I know you're blushing every time I call." Zhou Yu laughed hahaha, "When will you come back? I'll tell you the truth then."

"What are you bragging about?" Gu Ming's heart exploded, "There's nothing else to do, I'll hang up if there's nothing else to do."

"There is something else, don't hang up, don't hang up!" Zhou Yu shouted quickly.

"What?" Gu Ming endured, and there was a solemn pause for three seconds.

"I love you, Gu Gu." Zhou Yu smiled.

The phone hangs up.

"Fuck." Gu Ming almost threw the phone out.

Zhou Yu's rank is too high for ordinary people to handle.

Zhou Yu said that before, but this time, Gu Ming could clearly feel his heart tremble.

Zhou Yu's mouth, a provocative ghost.

Gu Ming didn't leave in a hurry on the second day of Fu Yan's wedding, instead he lay leisurely in the hotel to make up for half a day's sleep, and finally came to see his piano teacher.

Except for the piano teacher, it seems that there is really no one else worth seeing.

On the day of flying back, Fu Yan and Bai Guo personally drove him off.

"Brother Ming, aren't you moved? We didn't come here to see you off on your honeymoon." Fu Yan returned his bag.

"Impressed," Gu Ming said without expression, "You really don't want to go somewhere to play?"

"Before I got married, I had been playing for more than a month, and my dad drove me back to work." Fu Yan looked mournful.

"It's time for you to go back to work," Bai Guo smiled, "I doubt that you got married for vacation."

After Bai Guo took off her makeup and her wedding dress, she looked like an ordinary-looking girl, but she was very clean.

"Marriage is not for vacation," Fu Yan put his arms around her waist, "but we can fight for... maternity leave."

Gu Ming immediately shivered, because Fu Yan looked so greasy.

Bai Guo stepped on him in a panic, blushing a little: "If you talk nonsense again, you will be called mother."

"Oh, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong—" Fu Yan hurriedly apologized.

The two of them seem to be quite compatible with each other, Gu Ming only feels a little relieved.

The airport radio started to announce the boarding information, Gu Ming put his bag on his back: "Then I'm leaving, come and play with me when you have time."

"Okay, I'll definitely go when I'm free." Bai Guo quickly agreed.

"Go there and live a good life, don't let auntie worry about it!" Fu Yan waved her hand.

Gu Ming ignored him, and hurried away before Fu Yan yelled "Sleep Zhou Yu, don't be cowardly".

The timing of this flight was quite unfortunate, as it happened to coincide with the time when the new song "Pink Sun" was officially released on the Internet.

There was no in-air WiFi on the plane, Gu Ming really wanted to see what was going on online, but he could only wait for a long time.

When I flew here, I felt that two and a half hours was quite fast, but now I feel very slow when I fly back.

Gu Ming is a person who is not nervous about doing anything, after two and a half hours of deliberation in a blank space, he became nervous when he got off the plane.

Uneasy, even with Zhou Yu's guarantee of "singing well", Gu Ming is still not sure about the audience's reaction.

Especially when the fans know about Gu Ming and have expectations of Gu Ming in advance.

Gu Ming couldn't wait to take a taxi home or go back to the company, so he found a coffee shop at the airport, asked for a latte, and sat down.

As soon as he opened the music software, the words "Pink Sun" on the homepage burned him.

It was an exciting moment. Some people sat there superficially and indifferently, but their hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Gu Ming plugged in his earphones and clicked in, the network got stuck for a while, and finally a small box popped up for him.

Damn, pay.

Early in the morning, Zhou Yu Mao yawned for the seventh time on the sofa.

"He looks like a fool." Father Zhou commented mercilessly.

"Isn't it? I wanted to stuff him back several times after he was born." Mother Zhou answered.

Zhou Yuren wasn't fully awake yet, so he really didn't expect the two elders to visit before dawn.

"Can't you straighten your back, don't you sit up?" Zhou's father was paralyzed on the diagonal sofa.

"What are you doing here?" Zhou Yu rubbed his sleepy hair, yawning addictively, "Are you planning to go on a plane again?"

"Really, where in the world does a son talk to his parents like this." Zhou's mother said, "Of course I came here to see you."

"I'm fine. I released a new song today. My future boyfriend wrote it for me." Zhou Yu finally smiled.

"Tsk," Zhou's father and Zhou's mother looked at each other, "Look at that promising, someone gave you a piece of transparent glue that you can wear as a ring."

"However, this might be the last song." Zhou Yu changed to sit cross-legged. In short, he had to be on a sofa to be comfortable. "The company won't let me pick up new songs."

"Is it settled for you to go abroad?" Mother Zhou asked, "Are you going to do any surgery? Is it dangerous?"

"When the time comes, let your mother sign it for you. Dad hasn't picked up a pen for several years. The handwriting is so ugly." Zhou's father said.

"..." Zhou Yu looked at Dad Zhou suspiciously, and sighed, "It doesn't have to be an operation, it just stops work and rests for a year or two to see."

"So...then when are you leaving? Did you tell your ex-boyfriend?" Zhou's mother looked worried.

"It's a future boyfriend." Father Zhou corrected her, and glanced at his son, "To be precise, it's an imaginary boyfriend."

"Really, there is no father like you, can't you let the child have a dream for a while." Zhou's mother couldn't hold back her laughter, and finally the two husband and wife laughed together.

Zhou Yu suspected more than once that he picked it up.

"I didn't say anything, actually I... don't know how to speak." Zhou Yu said.

"When are you leaving?" Mother Zhou asked again.

"About the end of next month." Zhou Yu sighed again, "There will be a farewell concert, and before that... I will tell Gu Gu."

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