One answer was blacklisted by the TV station

Listening to the angry and confused voice of the boy on the phone, Gu Qingyun also sighed a little.

There is no right or wrong in such a thing, only whether it is worth it.

The boy never confessed, and the girl also treated him as an older brother, so she complained to him when she was sad, and threw him aside when she was reconciled.

"Well, I may know your situation, but what will happen in the end, I don't judge, but I have a song for you, and after listening to my song, I believe you will have your own choice.

"My song is called, have you made enough trouble?

Gu Qingyun bent down and took the guitar and held it in his arms, if he didn't listen to this song, he would almost forget it.

This song once made him a single for a month.

The boy on the other side of the phone, after hearing the title of the song, also chose to be silent.

Meanwhile.

Today, Yan Yishang didn't go to the company to listen to the radio, and after taking a leave, after taking a shower, she always felt like she was missing something.

After thinking about it, I still rummaged through it, and I don't know how long I bought the mini radio, which had a thin layer of ash on it.

'Whew~'

blew lightly, the dust flew, and the choked Yan Yishang coughed lightly twice.

I found a battery and stuffed it in, and after a rustling sound, the sound gradually became clearer.

Yan Yishang didn't know the radio frequency of Wen Gu's bosom friend, so she could only keep twisting the FM button.

After about three minutes, she finally heard a familiar voice, she was in a trance, the radio host was indeed very similar to Gu Qingyun's voice.

But soon she denied it, muttering: "It should just be an image, he himself said no, and besides, there is no need to lie to people about this kind of thing."

Thinking of this, she lay down on the bed, put the mini radio next to the bed, and listened quietly.

Inside the broadcast room.

Gu Qingyun held the guitar, he didn't have to think about it at all, the prelude was at his fingertips, even if he didn't use the gold finger, he could still remember it very clearly.

The guitar sounded slowly, and Gu Qingyun's voice with a trace of memory also reached the ears of all the listeners through the microphone.

"You're going to find me to cry with you.

I'll be listening to you all night.

Always love to let me help you choose your clothes.

I'm all there for you, when you're alone.

You're bored with me.

Watch your favorite channels with you.

Always keep me from falling asleep with you.

Accompany you to be noisy and accompany you to catch a cold. This

lyric, between the lines, is full of the breath of licking dogs, Gu Qingyun also wanted to be a licking dog, but no one adopted him.

Singing this song again, he suddenly felt that his original idea was too naïve.

Lick the dog, lick the dog, and there is nothing!, and

the listener on the other end of the phone was silent, the lyrics were a complete microcosm of his past.

Yan Yishang lay on the bed, her two little feet crossed, swinging to the rhythm of the guitar.

"This host looks like a little licking dog, look at the lyrics written, it is far worse than Gu Qingyun's blue and white porcelain.

Yan Yisheng looked disgusted, but she listened very seriously, after all, this song is really good

! If Gu Qingyun knew her idea, she would definitely point to her nose and tell her, turnip greens have their own love! You can't just say that the song is not good just because other people's lyrics are popular!"

Know your favorite perfumes.

Favorite words, favorite bedtime, and who you love the most. Singing

this, Gu Qingyun's hands playing the guitar suddenly paused.

The sudden pause startled all the listeners who listened to the radio.

Everyone subconsciously looked at

the radio, what was going on? Could it be that the radio was broken? They could all hear that the song was at the climax, why did it suddenly stop?

The caller listener was also stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but speak

, "Lord..."

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly a string sweeping sound came, and then Gu Qingyun's voice sounded, and compared to before, the voice was slightly improved.

"It doesn't matter, we're just friends.

Occasionally, I will share your wounds for you.

Lend you my shoulder as a pillow.

In your time when you need me.

It doesn't matter, we're just friends.

So there will be no reason to separate.

Only occasionally ask myself.

Enough trouble. The

listeners found out that it was not their own radio that was broken, but that the host had deliberately paused.

Listening to the lyrics, recalling the story of the caller, everyone wanted to say a word to him for a while.

Have you had enough trouble? If you have had enough, find a girlfriend.

The caller was holding his phone, staring blankly at what was in front of him, and he was also asking himself.

Enough trouble? Enough trouble. Can you put it down?

Along with his memories, Gu Qingyun's singing continued, but there were some things that really didn't mean to put it down.

"You're not going to see a me.

Turn your loss into my sadness.

The role played can only be silent.

Stick to the only obsession.

How can I work with you.

How much hypocrisy does it take to play the role.

How many times have I wanted to say to you.

You've got me by your side. The

sound stopped, and Gu Qingyun's hands playing the guitar gradually put it down, putting the guitar in his arms back into place.

He didn't know how to comfort this listener, he just hoped that this song would make him understand.

"This song "Have You Caused Enough Trouble" is for you, I don't want to persuade you anything, I just want to tell you that there are some things, since you can't control them, then go and find out directly.

Maybe the other party will refuse, then you will also let go. If the other party agrees, then it's the best of both worlds.

However, I still appeal to the audience, although love does not come first, but it must be polite, righteous and honest.

Although it is very cool to dig the foot of the wall, but what is dug up is really flowers? In other words, can flowers really be dug up casually?

Okay, this is the end of today's Wen Gu bosom friend, thank you listeners, we will see you at the same time tomorrow.

After saying that, he took off his headphones and didn't pay attention to the listener, he found that he was in a bad mood, for some reason, inexplicably.

Wang Xiaoxiao didn't react, looking at the phone that was still connected, she hurriedly chatted with the audience.

Gu Qingyun walked out and glanced at her, and after smiling, he turned around and left the broadcast studio.

Left the station.

Huhai is a cosmopolitan city, and even if it's nearly twelve o'clock at night, the shops on the street are still brightly lit.

According to the previous life, that is, the nightlife has just begun.

Gu Qingyun walked on the sidewalk, feeling the roar of those expensive sports cars on the road.

Stop and look at the sky, dotted with stars, and occasionally a plane with colorful lights flying overhead.

"I'm sick again, what is wrong with other people's business, what does it have to do with me? At least there is someone who can lick it..."

After sighing, he walked to the roadside stall, bought two skewers of grilled squid, and walked in the direction of Yipinjun.