Fu Cuo went out with two bags of garbage. The place where the garbage was thrown was at the entrance of the alley. Walking towards the entrance of the alley, the light leaked in like a floodgate. There was a lot of people coming.
Diagonally opposite the bar is the CTR Conservatory of Music. The king of heaven, Sui Qingchi, came here to sign a sale today. Since the morning, the area has been crowded and noisy. Needless to say, fans and the media, even vehicles have to slow down here. Roll down the window to see the grand occasion of Sui Tianwang's parachute, enough to become a day's talk.
Fu Cuo stood at the entrance of the alley and glanced in the direction of the crowd, picked up two large bags of garbage, and put them heavily in the trash can.
The bar is not open yet, he is the first one to arrive, his status in this bar is very complicated, he is said to be a shareholder, but he does a lot of chores on weekdays, he is said to be an employee, and he has to sing in the evening, It is said that it is the owner of the bar, but the owner of this bar is someone else.
While cleaning the bar, the door opened, and the high-heeled shoes thumped on the floor. Fu Cuo held the bar and looked up. The boss Yao Ke put a bottle of red wine on the bar: "Oh my God, you are still here blind What are you busy with? Let's go, accompany me to Sui Qingchi's signing event!"
Fu Cuo pulled his hand out and couldn't say anything, but he was a little curious in his heart. He wiped the bar and said, "He has such a reputation and still needs to come to the school to sign a sale?"
"You don't know that CTR is his alma mater, of course the relationship is different, and this time I heard that he brought his new band West Wind here."
Fu Cuo paused, threw the rag on the bar, and said, "If you want to go, I can accompany you."
Yao can see that Fu Cuo has come out of the bar, thinking that men are really fickle.
At the signing event of the superstar Tianwang, the crowd was as crowded as sardines. Fu Cuo was tall, and standing far away did not prevent him from seeing Sui Qingchi on the stage. Sui Tianwang was wearing a simple and casual white shirt and black trousers. In the trousers, the legs appear to be very long, the cuffs are rolled up to the elbows, the microphone is held in the right hand, and the left hand is pressed on the waist, and he is greeting fans with familiarity. Yao Ke still wanted to squeeze into the crowd, but Fu Cuo was glared at by the reflection of Sui Qingchi's watch when he raised his hand, and grabbed her, telling her to stay here.
"What can I do here! I can't see anything!" The female boss stood on tiptoe vigorously.
Fu Cuo glanced at her and said, "You can see it when I lift you up."
"Ah?" Yao Ke's face was shy, but in fact he was in the middle of his arms, and he opened his arms and said, "Then you hug!"
Fu Cuo said you turned around, Yao Ke turned around, and felt that the man behind him really hugged her, and the arms around her waist were held firmly, making her bump around like a deer, and heard Fu Cuo ask her: " Can you see it?"
"I see, I see!" Yao Ke laughed, "Wow, he seems to have seen me!"
People around all paid attention to them, Yao Ke didn't care at all, never thought that even a single dog would one day be envied by lovers.
Fu Cuo was holding Yao Ke, and he couldn't see Sui Qingchi, but he could hear Sui Qingchi's voice. After so many years, his voice seemed to be much calmer, but it might be because of smoking. I can't help but regret thinking about it. , actually loves smoking, has such a good voice, but doesn't know how to cherish it.
Violence, Sui Qingchi.
There was no audio equipment at the scene, and Sui Qingchi probably couldn't sing, but under the strong request of the students, Tian Wang sang a few words in conjunction with the a cappella. When he made a sound, it was like magic, and the whole place was quiet , All living beings have turned into the magic of vicissitudes. The song was something he had never heard before, probably from the new album, who wrote it for him, Fu Cuo couldn't help thinking.
At the beginning of the signing, Yao Ke was originally just a fan of passers-by, and was not interested in Sui Qingchi's autograph, but it was the first time he saw a real person, and was infected by the atmosphere of the scene, so he insisted on staying to buy the CD to get autographed, and he bought it on the spot. I bought three and said I would give one to Fu Cuo. Fu Cuo said I don't want it, Yao Ke said I want it, thank you for hugging me, but he didn't insist on refusing.
The queue for autographs was very long, but luckily the fans were orderly. Fu Cuo was waiting for Yao Ke outside the queue. When it was Yao Ke's turn, the girl was so excited. Qing Chi smiled, raised his hand to shake her, and seemed to raise his head to ask her something when signing.
Yao Ke was fascinated by Sui Tianwang's look, and he didn't forget to remind Sui Qingchi when he wrote the last CD: "Please sign 'TO Ah Cuo' for this one!"
Sui Qingchi paused, wrote his own name first, and asked casually, "Which one is wrong?"
"Wrong wrong, thank you!"
He nodded, wrote the word skillfully, and ticked the corner of his mouth: "This name is quite rare."
"Hahaha, yes!" Yao Ke was replying, but he couldn't find Bei in his heart—he was accosted by Sui Tianwang!
After Sui Qingchi signed, he took the initiative to shake Yao Ke's hand again, then turned the pen in his hand, looked meaningfully at the other party holding the three CDs in his arms, and pressed the hand with his right hand. His left hand was taken off the signing table by the staff.
Halfway through the signing, Liu Mei clearly sensed Sui Qingchi's absent-mindedness. After a while after signing, he would pick up the phone to check the time. When he put down the phone for the third time, he leaned back on the back of the chair, turned his head and said to Liu Mei: " I have something to leave early, without signing."
"Looking at this posture, at least one more hour is required to sign."
Sui Qingchi frowned and blinked, which made his already deep eyes deeper and more stressed, Liu Mei shrugged: "Okay, okay, no signature."
Yao Ke gave the CD to Fu Cuo, and Fu Cuo was a little flattered when he saw the flamboyant Sui Qingchi and the typo on the cover of the CD: "Why did you draw a heart?"
"I drew them all, and I drew mine too. I didn't expect him to be quite friendly in real life, which is different from the ones posted on the Internet."
It was rumored on the Internet that he had a second childhood illness, Fu Cuo thought to himself, this time it turned out that the Internet rumors were more reliable than real people.
On the way back to the bar, Yao Ke was bragging about Sui Qingchi's face all the way. Fu Cuo felt sorry for him when he heard it. He has debuted for so many years and released so many albums. Who knows that it is the one that people remember the most? surface.
At nightfall, the bar starts to open. The atmosphere here is relatively light. Most of the regular customers are young people who come to listen to music and relax on weekends after get off work. Many people first heard that there is a good band here, and they came here because of the name. Fu The mistake was playing the guitar in this band. At the beginning of the year, the female lead singer of the band went back to have a baby, and he hadn't found a new lead singer to take over from them. During this time, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it himself.
Maybe because of the presence of the king of heaven, the song list handed over today was all songs by Sui Qingchi. Fu Cuo looked at the song list, shook his head and said that he hadn't heard much of the new song, and the other party changed to a previous song by Sui Qingchi. Song, "How can I love you".
This song was written by Fu Cuo, and the lyrics were written by Sui Qingchi himself. Fu Cuo changed the acoustic guitar, closed his eyes and didn't read the lyrics, and just sang it.
how can i love you
kiss your palm
feel your breath
take your pulse
count your palpitations
how can i love you
guard your dreams
Watch until sunrise and sunset
keep till broken
miss reincarnation
missed reincarnation
Watching you wake up from the dream
Keep it till you admit it to me
i impress you
how to prove that i love you
How can I ask you to agree to my approach
I kissed your palm and imagined that I could get in
in your body
Kiss you
so much infatuation
afraid that I will
scared you
how to prove that i love you
How can I ask you to agree to my approach
I kissed your palm and imagined that I could get in
your body
your heart
Only then did I realize that I wasn't enthusiastic enough
You are the only miracle I believe in
For the rest of my life, I can't do anything to love you enough
After singing, there was not so enthusiastic applause from the audience, and a buddy below got drunk and shouted: "Compared with Zhonger Tianwang, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground!"
Fu Cuo nodded: "Well, I am open-minded to be taught." In fact, I also admit in my heart that Sui Qingchi's voice is full of magic, as if his eyes, if you look at them for a long time, will make you feel that he has a nervous aura , is the eye that is good at going crazy. The same goes for his singing, he tends to get mad, and when he sings, it is easy to become possessed.
Everyone here is listening to music, and someone entered the bar over there. He is tall, wearing sunglasses, and sitting in a corner with a tall bodyguard in a low-key manner. After ordering a drink, he listened without saying a word. Song.
Someone below ordered Sui Qingchi's new song, and Fu Cuo smiled and said, "Is today King Sui's performance?"
Sui Qingchi stopped stirring the cocktail, and the smile of the singer on stage made him miss it.
At 3:30 in the morning, Fu Cuo packed up his instrument and left the bar. After thinking about it, he still brought the CD with him. According to Sui Qingchi's current prosperity, he might play and sing more songs of Sui Tianwang in the future.
Walking out of the back door of the bar and passing through the long alley, I always felt that someone was following behind me. When I turned around vigilantly, I realized that the person following me was a drunk, who staggered towards him with foul language: "...don't fuck Just pretend, I can smell you as a duck!"
Fu Cuo raised his hand and brushed the person aside: "If you follow me again, I will call the police."
"Report," the drunk propped himself up from the wall, "I would have killed you when you called the police!"
Fu Cuo shook his head and ignored him. After walking a few steps forward, the drunk suddenly rushed towards him. When he turned around, the drunk took off his backpack and threw it away in confusion. On the ground, the contents inside crashed out.
Kacha, the drunkard's foot was stepping on the corner of the CD, when he felt someone behind him pat him on the shoulder, and when he turned around, a fist swept him to the wall.
The person who came was a tall and burly bodyguard.
Fu Cuo saw someone squatting down behind the bodyguard to pick up the CD that fell out of his bag, took off his sunglasses and pinned it to his neckline, lowered his head to open the CD, reinserted the lyrics book, and then slowly got up and said, "I helped you out, can you help me?" talk to you?"
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi under the street lamp, his mind seemed to be kicked empty, and he remembered that he should go, but his backpack was still lying at Sui Qingchi's feet.
"I need ten minutes." Sui Qingchi said, "I won't bother you for a second longer."
The 24-hour fast food restaurant was bright but deserted. There were only two customers. Sui Qingchi stopped at the door and did not want to go in. When Fu Cuo was about to go in, he raised his hand to stop him and said, "Go to my car."
Fu Cuo ignored him, pushed the door open and walked in, went to the front desk to order a cup of hot drink, and found a seat in the corner to sit down. After a while, the door opened again, Sui Qingchi walked in, stood in front of his seat without saying a word for a few seconds, then pulled the chair and sat down, he did not pull it very politely, the chair legs wiped out on the ground Loudly.
Fu Cuo lifted the lid of the hot cocoa, Sui Qingchi took it directly, said "thank you" and drank it himself.
Fu Cuo said: "If you have anything to say, just say it."
"How long have you been singing in that bar?" Sui Qingchi asked.
"Is it related to you?"
Sui Qingchi put down the hot cocoa, leaned on the back of the chair, threw the sunglasses in his hand on the table, and said, "It's not a lie. How many people begged to talk to me, how many music players begged to see me, I don't even want to Reason, it's only you, I'm rushing to strike up a conversation with you, and you can show me something."
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's face, he was no longer as amazed as he was when he first saw him, but now he was full of emotion: "Do you know what people call you outside?"
"what?"
"Heavenly King of Secondary School. He's too old to talk like he hasn't graduated from junior high school."
Sui Qingchi was silent for a while, and said: "We didn't graduate, you didn't graduate from Xifeng, and I didn't graduate from you either."
Fu Cuo took a deep breath: "What on earth are you going to say, it's nothing important, I'm leaving."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak, and looked at him with good eyes across the table, which was not as wide as two people's arms. Fu mistakenly felt that such a distance was a bit dangerous, especially when Sui Qingchi's feet directly stepped under the table The central line, unabashedly reaching out into his domain, stamped on the floor below his knees. The table is between them, or in front of people like Sui Qingchi, it can't act as a barrier.
He simply got up and left the table, but Sui Qingchi grabbed his hand.
His hand was cold, but Sui Qingchi's hand had just held hot cocoa, but it was hot, as if it had been burned on his palm suddenly.
"I can still make up for it," Sui Qingchi's voice came from the direction of the cuff behind him, "With my current ability, I can make up for you with anything. Don't you want the West Wind? I'll give you back a West Wind."
Fu Cuo turned to look at him in disbelief.
"Now the guitarist of this West Wind band is only tentative. I can remove him at any time, you know what I mean."
Sui Qingchi looked up at him with a serious expression that made him sick, he shook off his hand: "This is not Xifeng, don't spoil Xifeng anymore."
Sui Qingchi put down her hand in a sly manner: "Okay, if you are not satisfied with the other members of the band, you can change them. I'll just find any reason to let them go. You can replace them with someone you are satisfied with."
"Can the lead singer be changed?"
Sui Qingchi's face was ridiculous: "You want to replace me too?"
Fu Cuo: "I'm just saying, of course you can't leave, so I won't join your band either."
When he opened the door, he heard Sui Qingchi clapping his hands on the small table behind him, and the hot cocoa in the cup spilled out.
The two customers and the clerk in the store all looked this way.
"What do you still think about me? Do you want me to kneel down and cry and tell you that I was wrong?!"
Fu Cuo stopped at the door, turned back and said, "If you really felt that you were wrong, you wouldn't say that."
Sui Qingchi looked at him and shook his head, his eyes were full of puzzlement and anger, and his hands on the table were clenched into fists: "Don't force me."