One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

Do you think that if I sign a contract, I will be able to compromise? Let me be one of you?

In my opinion, any compromise is a complicity

! I crossed over to be a person who tends to be inflammatory?

What nonsense! It is estimated that Huhai TV will not be able to get mixed up.

As for where to go in the future?

In the huge world, there is no place for him Gu Qingyun? It's a big deal to go to the street to sing!

Gu Qingyun handed the microphone back to the staff in his hand, and under Feng Qiang's stunned gaze, he left the stage in a dashing manner and walked towards the gate.

The on-site director, who realized it later, suddenly reacted, and hurriedly shouted into the walkie-talkie: "Quick! cut off the live broadcast signal!!" At this moment, the on-site director

has begun to scold his mother in his heart.

This fucking Gu Qingyun is really too yin, why didn't you say this last paragraph in advance? If you had said earlier, I would have turned off the live broadcast a long time ago!"

"Director, is it too late to turn off the live broadcast now..."

A weak voice came from the walkie-talkie, reminding the director.

The director slumped in his chair, the walkie-talkie in his hand slipped to the ground, and muttered to himself, "It's over... It's all over..."

In fact, no one cares about the live broadcast now, because Liu Hua, who was sitting in the leadership seat, had fainted at the moment, and everyone was busy calling an ambulance.

It was really Gu Qingyun's last words that were too ruthless, and Liu Hua, who was angry, didn't come up in one breath, and fainted directly.

At this moment, the scene was already busy, and no one noticed that the initiator had left the party scene at this time.

Gu Qingyun walked out of the TV station, raised his head and took a deep breath.

He deliberately changed Kitajima's answer, in fact, the first sentence of the original text should be despicable.

If that sentence had been taken out directly from the beginning, it was estimated that there would have been no follow-up, and it would definitely have been stopped.

But putting that sentence to the end is different.

When everyone was still immersed in the first few sentences, when he came back to his senses, he had already expressed everything he wanted to express.

"I guess the current awards party is very lively, but unfortunately I didn't see it. He

shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Isn't it overkill to use Beidao's answer to criticize the relationship in the workplace."

But when you think about it, the world doesn't seem to answer this poem, so it's relieved.

Overkill is overkill, this also reflects your own high quality from another angle.

Gu Qingyun put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked leisurely on the road, looking at the bright neon, and for a while he couldn't tell whether he was wearing it or not.

Unconsciously, Gu Qingyun walked to the door of a music bar.

Looking up at the name of the bar, he pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, Gu Qingyun was attracted by a slightly cheerful guitar sound.

Looking at the resident singer playing the guitar and singing happily, his mood was inexplicably much better.

He walked to the bar, ordered a beer, and quietly enjoyed the music, although he had not heard it, the things conveyed by the song itself were the same.

The next table seems to be a team building organized by the company, and a group of people sit around the table, laughing and laughing.

This scene couldn't help but remind Gu Qingyun of when he first debuted.

At that time, the first album had just been released, and the agent took him and other artists of the same period to the bar to drink together.

At that time, he was young and frivolous, and he always felt that he could walk sideways in the entertainment industry with his talent.

It's a pity that the reality gave him a hard slap, maybe he felt that a slap was not enough, and slapped him on the back of the head again.

That album also became his last album.

Despite this, he was happy and high-spirited at the beginning.

Looking at the table next door pushing the cup and changing the lamp, Gu Qingyun's heart was a little depressed, as if it was blocked by something.

Raised his hand and called the waiter, took out two hundred from his wallet, handed it over, and said,

"Can you please ask about the station, I want to sing a song." The

waiter looked at the two hundred yuan handed over, smiled and didn't reach out to take it, and replied:

"This gentleman, there is no charge for our bar customers to sing, I will ask you about the station, there should be no problem." With

that, he turned and walked towards the resident singer.

At this time, the song was also nearing the end, and when the song was finished, the waiter stepped forward to communicate with the station.

Gu Qingyun kept looking there, and when he saw the resident singer glancing in his direction, Gu Qingyun nodded.

The waiter also turned around and nodded at him, meaning that it was no problem, and he could sing.

Gu Qingyun drank the beer as soon as he finished it, stood up from his chair and walked towards the center of the bar, the direction of the station.

The bar-resident singer is very handsome, and his short yellow hair is very eye-catching.

Seeing Gu Qingyun walk in front of him, he pointed to the guitar in his arms

, and said, "Guitar?"

Gu Qingyun looked at the surrounding instruments, drums, pianos, and even suona, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional, this bar owner is not an ordinary person.

"Well, guitar. The

yellow-haired young man handed the guitar in his arms to Gu Qingyun, looked at the other party's audition, and said with a smile:

"I'm still a veteran, okay, I'll go down and drink beer and enjoy your masterpiece." With that

, he got out of his high chair and walked towards the bar.

Gu Qingyun tried the sound and found that it was not bad, so he didn't tune it, and sat on the high chair with the guitar in his arms.

The people in the bar saw that the people in the bar had changed, and they all knew that it was the customers who wanted to sing, which is also a common situation here.

Looking at Gu Qingyun, who was sitting on a high chair holding a guitar, the people around him all applauded encouragingly, although it was not very neat...

Gu Qingyun responded with a smile and looked at the group of people who were building the company's team.

Looking at the happy smiles on their faces, fingers flicked, and a slightly sad prelude came out of the guitar.

Slowly closed his eyes, and his tone seemed to be whispering, as if he was reminiscing about the beauty of the past.

"That laughter reminds me of

my flowers.

In every corner of my life,

quietly open for me.

I thought I would always

be by her side.

Today we are gone,

in the sea of people. The

drinker put down his glass, the talker stopped talking, and even the waiter with the wine subconsciously stopped.

All eyes were on the same page.

In the middle of the bar, the man sitting in a high chair holding a guitar and singing with his eyes closed.

This song is not the kind that is particularly amazing as soon as you open your voice.

If a song is compared to a glass of wine, then this song is equivalent to a hundred years of aging, and the more things you experience, the more you can taste it.

Gu Qingyun also wanted to use such a song to say goodbye to his past self.

With a song of the flowers of the Pu tree, draw a perfect end to everything in the past.

"Lala

Lala

In

this paragraph, Gu Qingyun sang very comfortably, and from this paragraph, he was ready to welcome a new life.

Everyone in the bar listened to the song quietly, and no one would be noisy at this time.

Some people listened to the song, substituted themselves into the lyrics, remembered some regrets in the past, and silently raised their glasses and took a big sip.

Some people may think of their former lovers, who chose to break up because of a little trivial matter, which now seems really ridiculous.

Listening to the song, some people closed their eyes and raised their glasses, the saltiness of tears was matched with the bitterness of beer, and they drank it all.

The singing continues, those lost times are gone after all, and only by looking forward can we be worthy of them.

"Some stories aren't finished yet,

so forget it.

Those moods

have been difficult to distinguish between true and false in the years.

Now it's overgrown with grass and

no flowers.

Fortunately, there was once a time when you had yours, spring, autumn, winter and summer. "

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