heart [entertainment circle]

Gu Ming's cell phone rang for the third time before he couldn't bear to look at the incoming call.

Professor Martin called.

Gu Ming turned off the phone again, sent a text message to the professor "I will contact you later", and walked out of the hospital building quickly.

Fortunately, Zhou Yu didn't go far, squatted in front of a vending machine, and took out a can of Coke angrily.

He pulled it away and sprayed it all over his face.

"Fuck!" Zhou Yu wiped his face, and when Gu Ming saw it, he couldn't help but laughed.

Originally, he was also quite irritable, but Zhou Yu's face full of joy was really pleasant.

"What are you doing, short-tempered boy." Gu Ming walked over, squatted down, and found out that there was no paper in his pocket.

"I'm not angry, I just don't like surgery." Zhou Yu rubbed his face against Gu Ming's chest.

"Damn, go back and wash my clothes." Gu Ming squatted and didn't move.

The cola water was sweet and sticky, after Zhou Yu finished rubbing it, he came up and kissed Gu Ming, letting him taste it before standing up.

"Gu Gu, thank you." Zhou Yu said suddenly.

Gu Ming was stunned, then stood up and rubbed Zhou Yu's hair, "Why don't you like surgery?"

"Can we stop worrying about this problem?" Zhou Yu walked to the path where he could borrow a bicycle, obviously feeling better.

Gu Ming didn't speak, he scanned the QR code and pushed the cart before asking: "Are you afraid of pain?"

"No," Zhou Yu smiled and stepped into the car, "Because I know it can't be cured."

"Why can't it be cured?" Gu Ming's portrait came back again, "We have only been here for less than two months, how do you know it can't be cured?"

"Because of the surgery Don mentioned, I have done a lot these years." Zhou Yu said.

Gu Ming opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"I came here to find a secluded place to recuperate. At first, I also thought that it would be different in another place." Zhou Yu said it lightly, "In fact, people who should be sick can get sick everywhere."

"But you..." Gu Ming wanted to say something comforting, but saw Zhou Yu smiling.

It was only at this time that Gu Ming realized that the clichés like "you will definitely get better" are so feeble.

There is no difference between saying it and saying it in vain, neither he nor Zhou Yu will be comforted.

"It's okay, it's just that it's inconvenient to lose hearing occasionally." Zhou Yu held the front of the car steady, "This disease doesn't hurt."

"I feel pain." Gu Ming said.

Zhou Yu settled for a while, and then the corners of his eyes seemed a little red.

"Go back, Gu Gu," Zhou Yu turned his face away, and pedaled his bicycle, "Go home and cook something delicious for you."

Gu Ming sighed in his heart, and had no choice but to follow him back.

In the end, Zhou Yu still didn't agree to the operation, Gu Ming tried to persuade him for two days, but the bastard got away with kissing and hugging every time.

Gu Ming's consideration is that since the surgery has hope of recovery, he should try it.

However, after a long time, he still decided to respect Zhou Yu's wishes, and simply stopped mentioning it.

Zhou Yu doesn't look like a normal person, but he actually lives a regular life, doing fixed things at a fixed time.

For example, at this point in the afternoon, he usually squats downstairs to accompany the landlady to get some food.

Gu Ming was sitting on the sofa on the first floor flipping through magazines, not sure what they were doing, but the room smelled of eggs and milk.

Toto was the most greedy, he walked around people's feet for a long time but didn't get any food, and finally ran over and pulled Gu Ming's trouser leg with his mouth.

"I won't help you." Gu Ming stretched out his hand and pushed the dog away.

Toto shook his head, looking longingly at the kitchen one more time, when the doorbell rang.

"Who is it, at this time..." The landlord wiped his hands on the apron and straightened up.

"Let me take a look." Gu Ming was close to the door, put down the magazine and walked a few steps to the door.

The iron gate of the garden is not locked during the day, that is, it is ajar, and anyone can walk in.

Gu Ming opened the door and was taken aback when he saw Professor Martin outside the door.

A few days ago, he sent a text message to someone saying "I will contact you later", but he forgot it when he came back. Now it is a bit embarrassing for someone to come to the door.

"Oh, you just came to answer the door." Martin laughed, "I went to the little rabbit shop to find you, and he said you didn't work there anymore, and left me your address."

"Well," Gu Ming responded, and looked into the room, Zhou Yu, who loves to watch the excitement, was indeed looking this way, "Come in if you have anything to say."

The landlord happened to be about the same age as the professor, and he warmly served him tea.

"Sorry, I said before that I will contact you after the incident..." Gu Ming sat back to his original position and stuffed the magazine into the gap.

"It's okay, young people have a lot to do." Martin took a sip of black tea. "I'm here to make a long story short. I want to introduce you to a job and see if you're interested."

"Tell me." Gu Ming was indeed interested.

After what happened that night, he quit his job in the rabbit shop, and now is the time to worry about what to do next.

"Recently, eight colleges in our school district jointly organized the innovative piano orchestra competition. Our school only has two official teams. In order to make up the number, the college temporarily formed a new group..." Martin touched his nose here, "I It's the leader."

"Oh..." Gu Ming was a little surprised.

The retired professor who taught micro-jing was brought back to be the head of the piano orchestra, which is enough to show how well-built the orchestra is.

"Don't look at me like this, I won prizes for playing the violin when I was young..." Martin laughed.

"Going off topic," Gu Ming tapped the edge of the table, "So what is the job you introduced to me?"

Wouldn't it be to succeed him as the head of this make-up group...

"Ah, I hope you can write a song for our group to use in the competition." Martin said seriously.

Gu Ming listened and smiled: "When did you see that I can write music for the orchestra?"

"The competition requires the orchestra to adapt or mix existing music works, which is the so-called innovation. Didn't you like playing this the most when you were studying?" Martin looked at him.

Gu Ming didn't answer, Zhou Yu came from the kitchen with a tray, and put down the prepared desserts.

It turned out to be double-skin milk, which was served in two transparent glass bowls. Professor Martin found it very strange.

"Sit down." Gu Ming didn't let him go, but pulled him to sit beside him.

"The school's idea is that I can be considered the leader of G5, even if I make up a group, I shouldn't be at the bottom, otherwise my reputation will be lost." Martin smiled.

"Academic institutions still care about this?" Gu Ming frowned.

"It's a secret rivalry. You can't always be ridiculed for being a nerd." Martin said, "Most of the group are students from our college, so you can be the senior and do everyone a favor."

Gu Ming still has a headache, it doesn't mean that if he is at the bottom, he will not be at the bottom, Martin will think that he is really sloppy.

"You go, it's good." Zhou Yu said suddenly, turned his face and whispered to him in Chinese, "I want to listen to the song you wrote."

"Listen to the devil." Gu Ming pushed Shuangpi Nai to him.

To be honest, last second I was still in denial, but now I feel a little moved.

Just because Zhou Yu said something he wanted to hear.

"Is there a prescribed theme for the competition?" Gu Ming looked at the old professor again.

"Ah, of course." Martin saw that there was something going on, with a smile on his face, "The theme is love."

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