Golden Suit Brothers

Gu Jiacheng checked the time, it was [-]:[-], the show should be finished.

He looked at the contact on the phone that still showed "[-] cents", changed it to "Wu Jiacheng", thought for a while, changed it to Jiazi, hesitated, changed the name again, and then dialed the number with satisfaction , It was picked up within two seconds.

"Hello, what are you doing?" Wu Jiacheng said happily.

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"Why don't you talk?"

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"Are you angry today?"

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"Oh~ don't be angry, I just want to tease you, and they are all joking."

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"Don't be like this, make a sound."

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"Gu Jiacheng, what are you going to do, are you going to kill me?"

"No, I want to hear more of your voice."

"You're really— how can anyone hear more than that. What do you want?"

"No, I paid for your voice a few days ago, and now I can pay back my money by listening to it more."

"what do you mean?"

"One hour is 88 yuan, the price of your album."

"...Gu Jiacheng, did you hear the sound of cold sweat falling from my head?"

"Sing a few words?"

"what?"

"The song your fans say is your favorite."

"Go back and sing for you, my throat is a little tired today."

"Why do you like that song the most?"

"Hmm... In short, I just like it better. I won't talk about it. I need to take a shower and go to bed early. I will go back to my hometown tomorrow to have a look, and then I will fly back."

"What time do you arrive in Beijing?"

"Don't you tell me you still have to pick up the plane?"

"Of course!"

"No, I'll probably come back very late, so I'll go home directly then."

"Come to my house for supper and come back."

"It's really too late."

"Then we can have dinner together the night after tomorrow, okay?"

"Well... If there is no schedule by then, okay?"

"I'll make you a premium steak, a bitter gourd pork rib soup, and Haagen-Dazs ice cream, how about it?"

"True or false, can you do it?"

"No problem, then it's a deal, you go to bed early and come back early." Gu Jiacheng praised himself in his heart that this move of retreating into advance is easy to use and wonderfully effective.

"Okay, got it, good night."

"Good night."

Gu Jiacheng hung up the phone, thought about the menu for tomorrow night for five seconds, and then optimistically put it aside, does it matter what you eat? The point is that Wu Jiacheng will finally be brought to his house!Besides, cooking is such a difficult thing!

He lay on his back on the sofa, and stretched out his hand to pick up the album he bought earlier from the low table. The boy in the dark blue velvet suit was holding a freshly lit match in his hand, and the raging fire was on the back.This is Wu Jiacheng's first album after his debut, and according to the industry's evaluation, it is quite good.

There are ten songs in this album. He has almost no impression of "The Longest Dream". He only remembers that it should be very plain. Why does Wu Jiacheng like a very plain song the most?

He put the album into the player and re-watched "Every Moment" first. In Gu Jiacheng's opinion, this song is simply wonderful, with a tight rhythm and the style of a standard hot-blooded fast song. Wu Jiacheng is sweet and crisp The voice line of this song is accidentally in sync with this song originally sung by a girl group, and it has derived its own characteristics and male hormones, and more importantly, the mv of this song.

The picture of Wu Jiacheng and a masked man dancing tango among various chaotic big bouquets of flowers and the picture of Wu Jiacheng gradually besieged by clocks and clocks of all sizes are constantly switched. The pictures are colorful and beautiful, both literary and hot, especially In the end, Wu Jiacheng leaned on a beautiful big clock, wearing an oversized red and black floral sweater, his collarbone was half exposed, and his eyes were seductive. Gu Jiacheng really watched this section back and forth several times, couldn't help but press pause, A photo was taken for this lens.

He reluctantly cut to "The Longest Dream".

A very calm and long piano prelude, the screen turned to the white rose on the black piano, and then turned to look for Wu Jiacheng's face, Wu Jiacheng played the piano quietly, as if he just wanted to play a piano in these 5 minutes .

A few notes skipped over, the camera cut to Wu Jiacheng writing something, and the singing began.

"If you don't have a dream, the road won't be so long."

Wu Jiacheng saw a shining star passing by outside the window.

"The soles of the feet covered with dust, who cares whether it hurts or not."

Wu Jiacheng ran on the empty road, trying to catch the flying fluorescent light.

"Forget what I look like."

Wu Jiacheng fell down.

"Who can tell what weight to expect?"

Wu Jiacheng stood up and ran to a tree in the distance again.

"But my dream is so long, so long, so long."

Wu Jiacheng's hand touched a small planet hanging on the tree.

"Is the original star still shining?"

Wu Jiacheng held the little planet in his arms and looked at the camera.

"Loneliness is overwhelming,"

The little planet rose slowly from his arms, glowing.

"Spread to the harbor of the moon."

A close-up of Wu Jiacheng's hands, touching the glowing little planet.

"But I know where I'm going"

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The last shot is Wu Jiacheng playing the piano under the tree, and then stops, watching all the stars on the tree shine and rise.

Gu Jiacheng feels that he knows why Wu Jiacheng likes this song, because this song is very real, it describes himself, it almost opens his chest for people to watch freely.

Also because it is very real, if you don't listen carefully, you will not be easily attracted.

Sometimes, the real thing is too simple, so simple that people will habitually skip it, and pursue the more dazzling, colorful, and more... less real parts.

Looking at the stubborn young face in the MV, Gu Jiacheng felt that he understood why Wu Jiacheng liked this song.

Then he switched back to "The Hours" and watched it again.

twice.

three times.

four times.

He brought a can of sour plum juice and a can of beer, and drank it together.

five times.

It's... so fucking beautiful, he thought, smacking his lips.

He pressed the play button and started watching the sixth time.