heart [entertainment circle]

There is really no one in the supermarket at this point, and Gu Ming doesn't even have to queue up to check out.

"Hello, do you have a membership card?" the cashier lady asked.

"No." Gu Ming fished things out of the shopping cart one by one.

There were so many of them that they had to stop when they received Zhou Yu's request for a voice call.

"I'm sorry." Gu Ming glanced at the cashier lady and connected the call: "What else do you need?"

"You react very quickly." Zhou Yu smiled.

"Did you get off the car?" Gu Ming frowned, "What else do you need? I've already paid the bill."

"You know I got out of the car again?" Zhou Yu asked.

Of course I know, because this person speaks like his teeth are leaking, and he probably has a cigarette in his mouth.

Flowing.

"What's missing?" Gu Ming asked again.

"A set." Zhou Yu said.

"Pack?" Gu Ming was stunned for a second, until his eyes swept across the cash register shelf, "... Which one do you want?"

"You have used it and thought it was good." Zhou Yu said.

The cashier lady looked at Gu Ming with a strange look. Gu Ming took off his glasses as soon as he got off the car, and he couldn't see the difference between the rows of shelves at all.

Zhou Yu... Are you playing him again?

Or do you really buy it back and use it, Zhou Yu himself or someone else?

Are you lame and want to exercise?

Who cares, maybe buy it back and blow up balloons to stuff the drawers to ward off evil spirits.

Gu Ming casually reached out for a box of blue ones, checked out, and Zhou Yu's call had already been hung up.

Quite baffling.

Zhou Yu can be said to be a leader in the nouveau riche world. Ever since Gu Ming brought the pile of things home from the supermarket, they have been placed in the guest room intact, sleeping with Gu Ming and collecting dust.

Maybe it was boring to use Gu Ming as a crutch, so Zhou Yu spent the next two days curled up on the sofa watching TV and talking on the phone.

Gu Ming was holding his laptop, and Zhou Yu didn't dig out the black material, but it was still possible to write "Approaching the Popular Singer: Mr. Zhou's Observation Diary".

In just one afternoon and half a night, Zhou Yu's cell phone rang countless times.

When you walk out of the room, you can see other people leaning on the sofa, chatting with a mobile phone in one hand and a remote control in the other.

There is basically everything, from a farmhouse fishing for shrimps and digging potatoes somewhere to watching monkeys in the Himalayas.

To sum it up in one word is to play, to sum it up in two words is to play crazy, and to sum it up in three words is to play hard.

At the beginning, Gu Ming wanted to accumulate some writing materials, so he opened the door and listened. Later, he found that his life was no different from that of Fu Yan.

Just one making tea and one singing.

Gu Ming simply closed the door behind him, trying to catch up on sleep.

Besides, if you really have a secret, you won't talk about it in front of outsiders.

"Gu!" Zhou Yu shouted lazily.

Gu Ming just got his back on the bed, and when he heard Zhou Yu calling three Gus in a row, he could only turn up and open the door to go out, "What are you doing?"

"Aren't you cold in so little?" Zhou Yu looked back at him.

"I just fell asleep." Gu Ming said.

"Nine o'clock?" Zhou Yu glanced at the clock on the wall.

"I can't sleep at night." Gu Ming didn't want to dispel the rare drowsiness, "Where are you going, or what do you want to take?"

"No..." Zhou Yu was stunned, "Sister Ou just called me and asked me to record a show tomorrow."

"Yeah." Gu Ming glanced at his legs.

"It's the recording of "Sound of the Earth", and you can sit on a chair during the performance." Zhou Yu said.

"Sound of the Earth" is a music talk show, and each issue will find exclusive interviews with different artists.

"Want me to follow?" Gu Ming understood.

"Ah, let's start." Zhou Yu said as a matter of course, "Aren't you my fan, this opportunity to watch me sing up close is so precious."

Gu Ming silently glanced at Zhou Yu who could pull the buttons off by stretching out his hand, "Yes, I guess I will have insomnia tonight."

"Why insomnia?" Zhou Yu asked.

"For those who are excited." Gu Ming said.

It's not that Gu Ming is completely unagitated, he really doesn't want to sleep at all after returning to his room.

Luo Na sent him a message to inquire about the situation, and he directly passed the "Approaching the Popular Singer" to her.

"Have you become a fan of him?" Lorna voiced back to him, "Why don't you just contribute to "People of the Times" magazine!"

"I can't keep up with my literary talents, otherwise I would have left early." Gu Ming replied.

To be honest, it's much easier to praise people than black people these days.

Luo Na sent another voice for dozens of seconds, probably scolding him, but Gu Ming just ignored it.

After throwing the phone there for a while, another text message came.

Gu Ming touched it and took a look, it was indeed a bank transfer again, from a completely unfamiliar account.

Although there has never been conclusive evidence, but nine times out of ten it is my mother.

Gu Ming swiped his mobile phone and stuffed the amount intact into his other card.

After leaving home for four years, the money in that card has not been touched by Gu Ming.

He obviously didn't insist on doing what he had to do to cut off contact with his family, but he insisted on not going home.

Maybe it’s stubbornness, maybe it’s because I don’t want to hear Gu Wan say, “You’ll know you’ll turn back when you hit the south wall”, maybe it’s because once you go back, these four years won’t exist.

In short, they are all reasons that are too naive to be naive.

Gu Ming waited for the phone screen to turn off by itself, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

It can only be Mr. Zhou who can jump and needs help.

Gu Ming got up and went to open the door, and there was a scent of milk in his face.

Zhou Yu stood on one foot, holding Gu Ming's mug in his hand, which was half full of milk.

"Here, go to bed early after drinking, and leave the house at six o'clock tomorrow." Zhou Yu handed him the milk.

"You..." Gu Ming looked behind him in shock.

The ground is quite clean.

How did you jump over here?

"Don't you drink pure milk?" Zhou Yu asked.

"Drink." Gu Ming hasn't recovered yet.

"That's fine, drink some to help you sleep." Zhou Yu looked at him, "Good night, Gu Gu."

What a Gu Gu.

"Good night." Gu Ming was speechless.

After closing the door, Gu Ming touched the cup, and the milk was still warm, which meant that Zhou Yu didn't spend too much time on the road after soaking it.

He held the cup steady, and jumped forward three steps with one foot in disbelief.

"Depend on!"

Half of the milk was spilled.

The next day, before Zhou Yu arrived at 05:30, Gu Ming was called out by a voice call.

The program recording started at 09:30, and most of the time spent on the road was spent.

Gu Ming had never been an assistant before, and when he saw all kinds of well-known old men and aunts, he just reluctantly followed Zhou Yu to say hello.

Zhou Yu skipped to make up, Gu Ming had nothing to do, so he just found a plastic chair outside the door of the dressing room and sat down.

Looking at Weibo, it was revealed that Zhou Yu's leg was injured, and all the girls felt sorry for Zhou Yu's injury and insisted on recording the show.

The one who reacted even faster was Hei, who said that Zhou Yu specially fucked the character design, and he could only earn sympathy points if he had no strength.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Ming brushed halfway, and Zhou Yu came out.

As soon as Gu Ming raised his head, he was stunned for a real handsome look.

Zhou Yu's hair was combed up, and he seemed to have completely lost the occasional ruffian.

He's clean, and he's a handsome guy who can jump on one foot.

"I didn't see anything." Gu Ming reflexively turned off the screen.

Although Hei Zhou has a lot of metaphors, it will still be uncomfortable for him to see.

Zhou Yu put one hand on Gu Ming's shoulder, and said casually: "I only wrote bad songs, but I have the face to be called a singer-songwriter of the new era. I have a good voice, but there was a car accident at the scene."

Gu Ming didn't speak, and heard Zhou Yu smile, "I can recite everything written by Hei, it's nothing new."

"You...don't pay too much attention." It took Gu Ming a long time to say this, "I'll scold him later?"

Zhou Yu bent down with a smile after hearing this, and waved his hands, "Hey, you can still swear, aren't you more introverted?"

"You don't even know this kind of person on the Internet." Gu Ming said.

"What's your Weibo name? I follow you." Zhou Yu said.

"No need, I don't usually post blogs, so I just browse around." Gu Ming refused.

In fact, Gu Ming didn't pay attention to Zhou Yu, which was quite embarrassing.

In addition, he really didn't want Zhou Yu to see how rough he was.

The entire interview was conducted on a fabric sofa. Zhou Yu seemed to have a sense of variety show, and the hostess could chat with him about anything.

Occasionally, when Zhou Yu said something interesting about his experiences, the audience laughed along with him.

But the recording time was quite long. Gu Ming sat for almost an hour and went to the bathroom.

He went out to wash his hands, and a man came out of the cubicle.

He must be at least forty or fifty years old. He met this person when he greeted Zhou Yu just now. He is famous, and he is Liu Shang, the music director of Huayin.

Seven years later, this person is still the same as before. He looks very friendly, but it feels like he has been too friendly.

Gu Ming reckoned that he didn't remember himself either, so he simply didn't say hello.

"There's no more hand sanitizer," Liu Shang said.

"There are more here." Gu Ming shook off the water and stepped aside.

"Wait a minute," Liu Shang looked at him in the mirror, "Are you Zhou Yu's assistant?"

"Yes." Gu Ming said.

"I haven't seen you before," Liu Shang smiled, "I thought you were his little boyfriend."

"It's just a newly recruited temporary assistant." Gu Ming seriously doesn't like to see Liu Shangxiao.

It's like wanting to eat people.

"Oh, it's a pity." Liu Shang still looked at him, "Zhou Yu's body, after trying it once, he doesn't want to sleep with others again."

Liu Shang's eyes fell on the water gurgling from the faucet: "Isn't he singing very nicely, and his singing is the same—"

Gu Ming was immediately shocked, this was the first time he heard someone say that Zhou Yu fell asleep.

But what followed was nausea from acid surges.

"I don't like men, so get out of your way." Gu Ming said with a cold face.

"Why are you so excited? You're young, so I'll remind you." Liu Shang shook his hands, "So far, which handsome guy hasn't slept in his bed?"

"Thank you," Gu Ming was furious, and looked at Liu Shang's face: "Then he is willing to let you go?"

What the hell is he.

Gu Ming turned his head and went out.

The author has something to say: a minefield:

Zhou Yu is very playful and has many friends.

Born purely gay, but has never had a boyfriend, Liu Shang speaks all pranks.

This article is both clean and brilliant.

In fact, the author himself is not a complete Shuangjie party hhh

Of course, I also like the setting of "Shuangjie is the best".

But I personally prefer, if you have loved someone sincerely in the past, it doesn't really matter if it is clean or not.

Loyalty to the one you love is the most important thing.

Also, this article has a cover!So I won't give up (T^T)