heart [entertainment circle]

"Ah?" Sun Yuanfang didn't react.

"I can't write, my ability is limited." Gu Ming said, "Let him find someone else."

"Oh no," Sun Yuanfang was still in a daze, "You're out of your mind, what a great thing!"

"I really can't write it, sorry." Gu Ming nodded, "Let's leave the opportunity to the better people in the department."

Seeing that Sun Yuanfang still wanted to persuade him, Gu Ming turned around and opened the door to go out.

This point happened to be close to the meal time, Gu Ming was not sure if Huo Hua was still in his workshop, so he went directly to the dining hall to eat.

"Brother Gu, Brother Gu!" As soon as he walked out, He Zhao rushed over in a hurry.

Since everyone knew that his hair was fake, he stopped wearing that pink top every day, and now he is wearing a bright red one, running like a forest ice and fire man.

"Don't eat, let's go for a walk." He Zhaoyi stretched out his arm, trying to put Gu Ming's shoulders on his shoulders but didn't.

Gu Ming didn't speak, and found that everyone in the public office was looking at him again, guessing what Huo Hua might have said.

The two of them followed the crowd to the company cafeteria, and just after picking up the set meal, He Zhao mysteriously called him to a corner with few people.

"What's this for?" Gu Ming frowned and sat down reluctantly.

A place with few people must have a poor environment. There is no air conditioning and the sun is too hot to keep your eyes open.

"It's bloody, Brother Gu." He Zhao said in a low voice, "When you first entered Brother Sun's office, it almost became a battlefield outside."

"What battlefield?" Gu Ming didn't like this way of narration.

"Huo Hua asked you to write a song for him, but you didn't agree?" He Zhao asked.

"Ah." Gu Ming took a sip of the soup, so Huo Hua really went outside to talk.

Huo Hua probably never thought that he would refuse, actually Gu Ming didn't think of it either, but when Huo Hua mentioned this matter, he just felt resistance.

"Don't promise well, Huo Hua doesn't understand anything, he's just a little bit arrogant." He Zhao said, "If you really cooperate with him, he will have an idea today and an idea tomorrow, and he can directly attract people Crazy!"

Gu Ming reckoned that He Zhao should have suffered from it too, "What did you just say about the battlefield?"

"Ah, the battlefield," He Zhao smiled provocatively, "After you entered Brother Sun's office, a big man came looking for you, and Huo Hua came out of your place in a hurry."

Gu Ming suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Zhou Yu, the two of them are bumping into each other." He Zhao patted the table, "You should have guessed that Huo Hua asked you to write songs not only because he appreciates you, but because he wants to fight against Zhou Yu."

"Zhou Yu he..." Gu Ming wanted to speak, but He Zhao kept on talking.

"After Huo Huahong woke up, he fought Zhou Yu for resources every day. You don't know, you never cared about these things." He Zhao said, "Hey, although he never won the fight, Zhou Yu is just lying down, and the resources have to be given to him. Now that "Pink Sun" has just come out, you have to become Zhou Yu's exclusive if you don't have a mouthful on the Internet... Hey, what am I laughing at?"

"Did I laugh?" Gu Ming's face was already cold when he noticed it.

"Interesting, isn't it? What about the war surrounding you? Huo Hua's face is so ugly, he just came up and said..." He Zhaoyin and Yang squeezed his throat strangely: "'Don't you and Xiao Gu just sign one song? Don't tie it up with a contract. People'."

Although Huo Hua's voice is not like this, but the accent is indeed quite similar.

"Zhou Yu, what's your reaction?" Gu Ming asked.

"Yo, I knew you must care about him." He Zhao had a greasy face.

"I'll just ask by the way." Gu Ming was not very straightforward.

He Zhao shut up, lowered his head and slowly ate a few mouthfuls of noodles, seeing Gu Ming staring at him, he smiled and said, "Zhou Yu, just smile."

that's it?

"You know, just a very handsome smile." He Zhao looked up and imitated a particularly ugly one, "Then he said something: Writing songs is Gu Ming's freedom."

Gu Ming was stunned, "And then?"

"There's no more. Zhou Yu didn't have any ups and downs at all, so he just left." He Zhao said, "This will make Huo Huat embarrassing, you know, he doesn't take it seriously at all."

Gu Ming didn't speak any more, and ate quietly, but He Zhao was talking all the time.

After returning back, the door of Gu Ming's studio was closed, and Huo Hua threw the pillow on his sofa to the ground.

Fortunately, it was not a musical instrument, otherwise Gu Ming would have thrown him to the ground.

Gu Ming went over to pick it up, and leaned into the sofa. He suddenly felt a little bit disappointed after this commotion.

I don't know exactly why I was disappointed, maybe because he refused to write a song for Huo Hua, or maybe because Zhou Yu responded lightly, which a normal person would do.

crazy.

Gu Ming threw the pillow out by himself, and when he picked it up again, his phone's WeChat rang.

Zhou Yu sent him a message, and he didn't know how long it had been since.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: Gu Gu, are you free tonight?

After Gu Ming read this sentence for two seconds, he felt a wonderful feeling of comfort in his chest, and the messy sense of loss just now disappeared in an instant.

This must be because he was busy with the concert, so he found time to play with him.

The advantage of the Internet is that no one can know what the mood of the person who sent the message.

Gu Ming calmly replied with a question mark.

Zhou Yu replied in seconds: I want to talk to you and tell you something.

You care about me: what?

Mr. Zhou is hungry: meet tonight and say.I wanted to make an appointment for dinner together, but I may not be able to make it here, so let's find a place to play later.

You care about me: Are you not in the company?

Mr. Zhou is hungry: just come out.

Mr. Zhou is hungry: I'll see where it fits first, and I'll send you a WeChat message in the evening, remember to check your phone.

Gu Ming replied "Yes", Zhou Yu didn't reply to anything else, probably really busy.

Gu Ming sat for a while, quit WeChat, thought for a while and turned up the volume of the phone.

I thought I finally didn't need to read the score in the afternoon, but Gu Ming was transferred out to supervise a newcomer practicing piano.

The rookie is a real rookie, and his hard work should not be underestimated. In fact, he doesn't need Gu Ming's supervision at all. He can keep his head down and practice very hard by himself.

Gu Mingguang was in charge of calling someone to pick up his head. The other party didn't know what was wrong, and the more he played the face, the more his face sank, as if he wanted to lick a mouthful on the keys.

It's quite boring. The afternoon passes like a year, and I have to listen to the same melody countless times.

In short, after finally getting off work, Gu Ming felt that his whole body was about to collapse, purely because of his tired heart.

Zhou Yu sent him a message when he was leaving the company. It was about eight o'clock, and the location was... a board game room.

Zhou Yu said it was just the two of them, but Gu Ming really couldn't think of any board games for two people to play.

Gu Ming turned on the map and searched. The place was not too far from here, so he simply went to the Xiaolongbao Guandong cooking restaurant where Zhou Yuai went to settle his dinner, and then walked slowly with his earphones on.

At the beginning of the Chinese lanterns, the weather in May is still not hot, and it is even a little cold at night.

In short, it is quite comfortable to walk in this way, and I chose the same alleys and alleys as the Xiaolongbao shop.

Nearby are old residential buildings that are a little bit old, with a strong atmosphere of life, and the smell of oily smoke from every family's dinner wafts out from behind the security bars.

Although Gu Ming had eaten it, he didn't feel tired.

Suddenly, he wanted to write another song. Although there was no melody this time, it was often a feeling when creating.

It is a bit similar to synaesthesia, which turns the light and shadow, people, things, and things you see into music.

Gu Ming walked very slowly, and when he was almost there, the most brutal melody accompanied by lyrics finally appeared in his mind.

At this moment, what he heard was Zhou Yu's voice.

The melody is very gentle, and Zhou Yu's voice is also very gentle.

Gu Ming suddenly realized that subconsciously, this song was written for Zhou Yu to sing.

It's definitely not Huo Hua or even himself, and it's definitely not because it's appropriate for Zhou Yu to sing, but maybe it's because Zhou Yu is the only one who has this song.

Gu Ming had already arrived, and the signboard of Xin's board game room was shining with lights.

Although Zhou Yu said "I can't catch up", he ended up standing on the ground waiting before eight o'clock.

Wearing a white T-shirt without any patterns, a pair of ordinary sports pants with white edges, and a hat and mask are essential.

The person didn't notice Gu Ming, who was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

I didn't feel it when the weather was not hot before, but when it was hot, Zhou Yu wore less clothes and looked thinner than before.

Gu Ming is short-sighted and can only see blurred figures. Zhou Yu doesn't look like 26 at all, he is no different from 16 years old.

Quite cute.

Gu Ming almost didn't dare to move forward because of this thought.

It's over, Gu Ming, you're over.

After being hard on people and then saying "miss you" to them, you now think they are cute.

"Zhou...!" Gu Ming made up his mind to call someone, but stopped when he spoke.

Anyway, it's outside, calling Zhou Yu's name loudly doesn't seem to be a good idea.

But it didn't matter much, it was enough for Zhou Yu to hear it.

He turned off the phone screen, looked up and saw Gu Ming.

The man actually laughed under the mask, but unfortunately Gu Ming didn't see it.

The author has something to say: I forgot where I read a sentence before, to the effect that "If you think a person is handsome or beautiful, you will always be able to get out of the pit one day. But if you think a person is cute, then it is completely hopeless."

Congratulations to Gu Gu, the thorough rescue failed.

It suddenly occurred to Zhou Yu to call Gu Ming Gu Gu.

Should Gu Ming be courteous and give Zhou Yu a nickname? QAQ

Do Angels have any recommendations?Once adopted, Gu Gu would call it that for the rest of his life!