heart [entertainment circle]

Gu Ming returned to the recording hall, the personal interview just ended.

The staff who moved the props ran quickly, the fabric sofa and carpet were removed from the camera, and a set of drums and electric pianos were brought up.

"Are you back?" Ou Xiao actually came, with his hands folded around his chest and looking underneath.

Gu Ming nodded, the situation seemed like he came back after fishing for fish.

"Assistant Zhou Yu is not difficult to do, is it?" Ou Xiao asked suddenly.

"It's okay." Gu Ming said.

"Don't look at Zhou Yu like that, he actually doesn't like to trouble others." Ou Xiao said, "If you can solve it yourself, you can handle it all yourself."

Gu Ming didn't say a word, Zhou Yu, who wanted to be supported even when he urinated, was talking about two people with Ou Xiao at all.

"I'll go to the backstage to see if I can help." Gu Ming said.

Ou Xiao still hugged his chest, quietly staring at the stand microphone on the stage in a daze.

Backstage is a narrow passageway, barely enough for one person to walk alone.If you run into an oncoming person, you have to press your back against the wall and brush past other people's bodies.

The door of the lounge arranged for Zhou Yu was not closed, and it was full of people.

"Ah, pain, pain, pain—" an unknown voice howled, "Two weeks, take it easy, you'll cut off everything that wasn't broken."

"You know what a ghost." Zhou Yu said, "I'll help you press down the bruise..."

The voice was still babbling, Gu Ming walked in and saw that it was a man with fresh green hair.

Lumao's left wrist swelled up a lot, Zhou Yu stepped on the injured leg on an iron chair, and held the Lumao's wrist to press the lump around.

So at first glance, it looks like you are in a wounded barracks.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

As much as Lumao screamed, everyone in the room laughed loudly.

"Don't shout, little girls don't take you so delicate." Zhou Yu unscrewed the cap with one hand and applied the medicine to him, "What are you, what are you..."

Zhou Yu half-spoken, saw Gu Ming, raised his head to say hello, and then pulled a bandage from the medicine box to wrap around Lumao, "This idiot went out to smoke a cigarette and broke his wrist."

"There is a road and it's not easy to walk. Do you think you can still do it like someone else's game of jumping over the wall with one hand." A person wearing glasses smiled next to him.

The green hair really hurt so badly, "What should I do in two weeks?"

Zhou Yu cleared the things into the medicine box, and glanced at him, "What can I do, do you want to play with your feet?"

"Changing the score now? I don't have that time." Lu Mao howled.

Gu Ming understood that this green hair was originally going to play the guitar or the electric piano, but unfortunately fell and became disabled.

"What will you sing later?" Gu Ming asked.

"Sing "Wuxin"." Zhou Yu slipped the green hair aside, "Go back and sleep for a while, the first night of the car accident, you will hurt tonight."

"No one can replace you." The glasses looked at the green hair, "We Weiwei, the world's number one keyboard player, can't find a second pair of hands in the world—"

"Shut up, you." Lu Mao yelled while supporting his wounded hand.

Gu Ming stood there and didn't interrupt. In fact, if he could replace him, his level might not be worse than that of Lu Mao.

This situation made him a little unspeakably moved, probably because he was convinced that he would never mess with this job again.

It's just right, to be an accompaniment to the idols of the past, so that one day the dog will not be a pity.

"Gu Gu," Zhou Yu didn't wait for him to speak, "Can you play the piano?"

Gu Ming didn't react, all the band members in the room were surprised, and Lumao sized him up with probing eyes.

"I know a little bit, but I can't play well." Gu Mingte wanted to know how Zhou Yu knew.

"Then you," Zhou Yu smiled, "I won't be able to find a suitable one in a short time."

"Let me take a look at the score." Gu Ming stretched out his hand.

"Just go outside and try the piano, and you can change the score if necessary." Lu Mao walked to the door unhappily, and waved to Gu Ming: "Auntie?"

"Hey, come on." Gu Ming raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Yu bent down and laughed for a long time, then stood up and pointed at the green hair, "Don't bully others, he is mine."

"Tsk." The green hair turned around and left.

Zhou Yu lazily shouted from behind: "Come on, aunt!"

Gu Ming ignored him and followed Lumao away, Zhou Yu put down his hand resentfully.

"A newcomer you discovered?" Cao Zeyuan looked at him, "You're gay when you talk gay now."

"No," Zhou Yu laughed again, "He's Gu Shuai."

"I'll go!" Cao Zeyuan clapped his hands in shock, "Is the world so small now!"

The first second Gu Ming got the score, he intuitively felt that it was quite simple.

"The rhythm of this paragraph is relatively fast, I can help you change it to..." Lumao stretched out a pencil with a stinky face.

"No need to change it, it's just right." Gu Ming pressed the middle C with his right thumb, and heard a very comfortable sound.

This voice gave him inexplicable excitement that he hadn't seen for a long time. Gu Ming raised his hand, and it landed on the part that Lumao said he wanted to change.

Lumao whistled softly, turned around and walked away.

Gu Ming turned back to the first page of the score, and read down each section, thankful that he didn't know it by hand.

The recording hall was very tight, and there was another program to be recorded later, the coordinator gave them not much time, but it was enough for Gu Ming.

After the third time without making a mistake, Gu Ming saw Zhou Yu bouncing over from there.

"I've changed my career." Zhou Yu sat down on the round chair prepared for him, and adjusted the height of the microphone, "You don't even come to help me now."

Gu Ming glanced at him, Zhou Yu changed into a blue suit, with a yellow strip of something loose on his neckline, and he looked quite stylish sitting there.

"Look at me, let's continue practicing." Zhou Yu picked up the guitar with one hand.

"It's done." Gu Ming is not modest, "How do you know I can play the piano?"

"Guess from the shape of the hand." Zhou Yu lowered his head to tune the guitar.

"Oh." Gu Ming responded.

When did Zhou Yu pay special attention to his hands?

The audience in the recording hall was filled again, and I don’t remember if it was the same group as before, and several people from the band followed closely on stage.

"You're chasing stars, you, accompaniment to your idol." The man with glasses patted Gu Ming on the shoulder.

"Ah?" Gu Ming took a look, only to realize that this position is only a few steps away from Zhou Yu.

"Two Zhou said you are his fan..." Glasses looked at him, "Are you really a fan?"

"..." Gu Ming remained expressionless, pointing to himself, "I am so excited that my face is paralyzed."

Glasses smiled and put the bass on his back, "How about we try it first?"

"Don't try it, just record it." Zhou Yu said loudly, "The director said there is no time."

The director was sitting under the stage, and now his face was quite dazed.

The prelude is Zhou Yu's, and the lighting is only given to Zhou Yu. From this angle, Zhou Yu's side face has a beautiful shadow.

"Which handsome guy has never slept in his bed", these words suddenly came out of my mind.

Is it slutty?It can be seen that it is very sloppy.

"It doesn't matter if you play it wrong." Before the start, Zhou Yu held down the microphone, turned his head to look at Gu Ming, "I will sing whatever you play."

"I'll play "Three Little Bears", will you sing?" Gu Ming said.

"I'll sing." Zhou Yu smiled.

Gu Ming ignored it, turned back to the first page of the score with a bang, and listened to Zhou Yu start playing the prelude.

Is it slutty?It doesn't look like that.

When the keyboard was cut in, Zhou Yu sang, and the rhythm was just right.

It has been too long since Gu Ming came to the stage, Zhou Yu sat on the high chair, Zhou Yu and the high chair cast a slender shadow together.

"The road you have traveled is criss-cross, and the lyrics and songs you have sung are like codes.

Suspicious people listed proofs, and unintentional people responded frankly, it was the shadow that lived in the body. "

When a song was sung, the audience below all shouted crazy.

Gu Ming's heart beat fast all of a sudden, he was still a little numb at first, but now his whole body seemed to be on fire with excitement.

He, he, he, he came on stage, went on TV, and accompanied a man who was popular in half the sky!

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I feel like my 24-year life has suddenly come to fruition, or I’m going to die right away!

Gu Ming resisted the urge to grab Zhou Yuhao, and held hands with the other three members of the band, and they asked themselves for WeChat IDs.

"Do you really want to change your career?" Zhou Yu waved at him, "Why don't I fire Weiwei—"

The three members of the band hid behind and laughed, and the green hair who caught up to the stage howled miserably.

Gu Ming didn't make a sound, his legs were weak when he took a step, and he resigned to his fate and took Zhou Yu's arm.

"I won't change my career," Gu Ming said, "That's about it."

One such experience in life is enough, if you want to ask for more, if you can't get it, you will be too anxious to sleep.

"If you don't change your career, then you will always be my assistant?" Zhou Yu turned his head to look at him.

The author has something to say: Er Zhou: Now I will ask you, do you dare to make a promise with your body?