Although Sui Qingchi has promised not to embarrass Zhong Dao, Fu Cuo still can't completely rest assured of this person. Sui Qingchi's promise usually depends on his mood, and most of this promise is because he asked him to go for a winter swim that day and wanted to express his apology. , maybe after he left that day, Sui Qingchi regretted it because he couldn't think about it. Maybe he didn't deliberately target Zhong Dao, but keeping him would not give him a good face. After thinking about it like this, Fu Cuo also felt sad, why Sui Qingchi was like a bomb to him, never able to make him feel at ease and trust him for a while
After that, another week passed. Counting the time, the first issue of "The Strongest Voice on the Surface" that Sui Qingchi participated in should have been recorded. Fu Cuo did not receive any news from Zhong Dao and AK until this issue On the day of the broadcast, it was Friday, and the band happened to be there too, so Yao Ke left the bar early to watch the show, and before leaving, Fu called her by mistake:
"Yao Ke."
"Huh?" Yao Ke turned around.
Fu Cuo hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Be careful when driving."
Yao Ke opened her eyes wide. If Fu Cuo hadn't turned around to greet the guests after speaking, she would have thought too much.
Fu Cuo looked back and saw Yao Ke sprained his foot at the door, and hurriedly pretended nothing happened and left gracefully, smiling. Forget it, it's too strange to ask Yao Ke to send him a WeChat message to report his safety after reading it.
Yao Ke left too hastily that day, and he probably regretted it afterwards, because Zhong Dao came that night.
When the uninvited guest walked into the backstage, Fu Cuo was tuning the guitar, thinking that the person who came in was Xiaoman, and said "Why did you come here".
"Do you know I'm coming?"
Fu Cuo froze for a moment when he heard the sound, and looked up to see a young man wearing a white baseball cap who looked exactly like Sui Qingchi, not without surprise.
Zhong Dao came over, pulled the chair behind the table and sat down, then kept watching him tune the guitar on the sofa without saying a word. Fu Cuo found that Zhong Dao was very tolerant, and his mensao index was close to that of Sui Qingchi back then. He really couldn't see whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for this kid to come to him this time, so he couldn't help asking: "How was the game?"
Zhong Dao came back to his senses, sat up straight with an "oh", took off his hat and put it on the table, smoothed his hair and said, "It will be broadcast tonight, you can watch it yourself."
Fu Cuo observed Zhong Dao's expression, felt relieved a little, then lowered his head and continued to tune the guitar, and asked, "Come to see me for something?"
"I didn't come to see you," Zhong Dao said, "I want to come and sing."
Fu Cuo looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Aren't you afraid that others will call you the low-profile version of Sui Qingchi?"
Zhong Dao shook his head: "I figured it out, my parents made me like this, and I still have to overcome this psychological barrier." He stood up, glanced at Sui Qingchi's album on the table, and said, " After all, he was born earlier than me, and became popular earlier than me."
Indeed, stronger than me.
When Fu returned home by mistake, the show had already finished broadcasting, so he could only watch the replay on the Internet. Sui Qingchi is indeed the traffic king of the entertainment industry today. The first episode of "The Strongest Voice on the Surface" that took over from Tang Dulu was not only the number one in the ratings of all stations at the same time, but even the first in the two seasons of "The Strongest Voice on the Surface". Online comments and barrage became lively overnight:
—As soon as Tianwang joined, the scene became more upscale~
——As soon as the close-up of the second grade came out, I felt shy. What's the matter
— Hahahaha, is it the day when he got caught in the eyes of the second grader
—Although the second grade is NP, but after all, the appearance is really pleasing to the eye...
—As soon as Sui Qingchi's deity arrived, Zhong Dao became even more imitative┓(?′?`?)┏
It turned out that there was no official competition in this period, because it happened to be close to the New Year's Eve, and Sui Qingchi had just taken over, so the program group planned a small New Year's Eve concert. Let Sui Qingchi comment on Zhongdao at the end, Fu Cuo suddenly couldn’t see the picture when he saw this—the entire screen was filled with barrage:
-I'm coming!
- Pre-ordered scenes!
—School Two King VS Secondary Boy!
— Sui Qingchi's evaluation is always wrong. If she says good things, she will be scolded for being narcissistic, and if she says bad things, she will be scolded for being narrow-minded and disrespectful!
—Nili Tianwang looked at the pit under his feet, thinking about what posture to jump into ing
It took him a long time to find where to turn off the barrage. Obviously, the audience and those who were not at the scene were very concerned about how Sui Qingchi would evaluate this low-profile version of himself. Before Sui Qingchi was about to speak, the scene was suddenly a little noisy. Frowning stopped before he could say anything, the host made the scene quiet, Fu Cuo sat at the end of the screen, feeling more nervous than Zhong Dao who was standing on the stage waiting to be evaluated by Sui Qingchi, because he didn't dare to go Guess, think about what Sui Qingchi is going to say.
Sui Qingchi in the camera lightly flipped the headset microphone next to his mouth, and said two words in the midst of everyone's expectations: "It's okay."
The host asked, "Is there anything else?"
Sui Qingchi thought for a while, then said, "I envy him."
The scene was much quieter than before, and everyone was listening to him attentively. An Jie, who was sitting next to her, smiled and said, "Why do you envy him? He must be envious of you."
"Envy him..." Sui Qingchi looked at the young man who was trying to hide his nervousness under his gaze but couldn't hide it at all, "...you should be young." He said in a tone that he didn't know whether it was sarcasm or envy, "There is nothing wrong with him. It's not a foregone conclusion."
Or maybe it was intended to be sarcastic, but in the end it really turned into an envious tone.
The host went on to say something else. Sui Qingchi's eyes were still on Zhong Dao, but he was not looking at anything at all, and his mind was completely empty. When the music played, he slowly felt a little bit of regret. He regretted that his language betrayed him so easily, and he was afraid that such a sentence would be spread infinitely by those who had participated in his past, thought they knew him, and paid attention to him every second, and the old things would be brought up again.
On the way home after recording the show with Sui Qingchi that day, Liu Mei looked back at Sui Qingchi who was leaning tiredly on the seat, and knew that he was not asleep, but Wang Xiaoou was already unconscious. The car got into the tunnel, and Liu Mei lowered her voice and asked, "Why did you take Tang Du's offer?"
The lights of the tunnel passed by the dim car, Sui Qingchi's mouth curled up, but he asked without opening his eyes: "Are you so curious?"
Not only Wang Xiaoou and I are curious, there are countless people on the Internet who are so curious to death, Liu Mei thought, if you don't give an explanation, there will soon be people who make you and Tang Du into CP.
However, Sui Qingchi didn't answer, he pulled the camel coat over his shoulders, Liu Mei looked at the coat draped over Sui Qingchi's shoulders, wanting to fall, as if everyone's curiosity was hanging there.
A week later, Fu Cuo saw AK, who hadn't heard from him for a long time, in the bar, but not at the bar, but in the backstage of the band. As soon as he opened the door with the guitar in hand, he suddenly saw a familiar figure from behind. AK was holding the autographed Sui Qingchi CD that Yao Ke gave him that day. He subconsciously wanted to explain: "This is..."
AK lowered his head and flipped through the lyrics book: "I heard this one online, it's not bad, it can be seen that I'm serious about it, of course," the thorny young man turned around and grinned at him, "It's still worse than his fourth album. far."
Fu Cuo looked at AK's smiling face as if he had relieved himself, and he was also infected and smiled.
"Do you have time after the resident singing?" AK said, "Walk with me."
"It was early in the morning by then."
"What does that matter?" AK said with a smile, "Didn't the four of us often roll bridges together in the early hours of the morning?"
The fuzzy and distant picture was about to move again in his heart, Fu Cuo nodded: "Okay."
It was already three o'clock in the morning after the performance, and the two were walking on the deserted bridge. Fu Cuo saw AK with his shoulders tucked between his shoulders, and asked amusedly, "Is it cold?"
AK rubbed his nose: "It's really old..." He looked at him again, "Aren't you cold?"
"I can still pretend for two years." Xin said that I am a person who jumps in the swimming pool in winter.
"It didn't seem cold at all at that time." AK looked ahead and said, "This bridge hasn't changed."
Fu Cuo didn't say anything, just nodded. It's so normal. People are the most fickle animals, but they love to label themselves with long-lasting love. The fact is that a table, a chair, and a pen can stand the test of time better than a person.
"At that time, why did we have to walk across this bridge in the middle of the night?" AK asked.
Fu Cuo recalled: "Because the subway closed, and I couldn't get a car... Tan Si said it's better to walk back."
"Really? I thought you were with me because I said I wanted to lose weight!"
"That's the second time."
AK laughed a little: "Yes, we have crossed this bridge many times."
Fu Cuo also looked ahead, obviously so long that he couldn't see the end, but walking on it made people feel so at ease, even when it was really visible, he would have a little regret in his heart, thinking that if he could always be like this Just go on talking and laughing, don't really go to the bridge, and then part ways.
"I remembered something about Sui Qingchi," AK said suddenly, "Will you be angry when I mention him?"
"...you can say it if you want to."
"At that time when we were rolling bridges, do you remember that he loved hanging on the back the most, every time I talked to him, I had to turn around!"
Fu Cuo smiled: "Because you walked too fast."
"Really? But I don't need to look back when I talk to Tan Si."
Fu Cuo was silent for a few seconds, nodded and said, "Yes, you and he both walk fast."
AK said as he recalled: "Don't tell me, it only takes less than an hour for me and Tan Si to walk this bridge, but with you and Sui Qingchi, it will take two hours!"
"Not that long."
AK stopped, looked at the distance between the two, and said, "Look, you will always be at least one meter behind me."
Fu Cuo took a step to catch up to that one meter honestly: "I'm used to it."
"But my mentality is different now," AK said. "When I first got on the bridge, I kind of hoped that the bridge would never end."
Fu Cuo turned up the collar of his jacket in the cold wind, and said with a smile, "You're not confessing to me, are you?"
AK stopped again and looked at him seriously: "I just... really don't want to say goodbye to you."
Fu Cuo frowned slightly: "Then let's not talk about it."
"...Fu Cuo, I'm leaving."
A sentence that was so sudden that he was almost carried away by the wind blowing when the vehicle drove by, which stunned Fu Cuo.
"You also know that my sister is in Australia. She took my parents over long ago, and they all hoped that I would go too," AK said. I'm getting older, and my legs and feet are inconvenient. My sister is busy with work and has to take care of the child. I really have to get through this time." He looked at Fu Cuo, his eye circles gradually turned red in the cold wind, "I'm not the rock boy I used to be gone."
Fu Cuo didn't know what to say for a moment. They were not the rock and roll boys they used to be. There was a bridge ahead. All journeys must have an end after all. The end of him and Tan Si has arrived, and the end of Sui Qingchi has arrived. Today is finally It's AK's turn.
In fact, I don't want you to go, but what can I do for you if you stay? Near the end of the bridge, before the last scenery of the journey, he stepped forward and hugged AK hard.
I could feel AK's hand tightly hugging his back, his voice was choked with sobs: "Now you are the only one left, you have to be good, Fu Cuo! Be good..."
You too, my best, best brother, thank you for being by my side for so many years, forgive me for not giving you anything but this hug at the end...
Zhong Dao sent a WeChat message to AK before the PK match. The sixteen contestants in the PK match were all very strong. He had a premonition that this would be his last performance on "The Strongest Voice on the Surface". In the backstage dressing room, listening to the busy voices outside, I suddenly feel a little sad. Maybe writing something on the phone at this time, what I should have said to someone long ago, will relieve some of the pressure before the game.
Brother AK:
I haven’t called you bro all this time. In fact, I’ve always called you from the bottom of my heart. I’m such a poisonous person that I don’t even like to hear what I say. Maybe it won’t be so embarrassing to send you a message. I am recording a 16-to-8 PK match. This is likely to be my last match. All the players are very strong, and I am not a player who pleases the audience and the media. I am ready to go home. But I still want to thank you for letting me participate in this competition without any regrets. Let me know that there is still a mountain high. I enjoyed the process of being beaten in the face, but the final result may disappoint you. Sorry, but I won't stop.
After sending the message, he put down his phone, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and stared at the bright ceiling of the dressing room. All the players went to the scene to stand by. He was the only one here. He didn't wait for AK's reply until he was urged by the staff , I just remembered that the show was recorded all night, and it is already past three o'clock in the morning, and the old man in AK should have fallen asleep.
During the two days of preparation and rehearsal before the PK match, Sui Qingchi had other work arrangements, and was not there to guide the four students. The actual guide was the offline music instructor arranged by the program group. In fact, most of the time during the competition was guided by offline music instructors, but the four star instructors would check and guide the contestants before the competition. However, Sui Qingchi did not show up, and everyone did not make a fuss about it. The judges and mentors are definitely not in the same weight class as him. Previously, Tang Du was willing to guide the students because of his professionalism. As for Sui Qingchi, probably no one expected him to be dedicated.
Zhong Dao’s communication with the offline music tutor was not good. He also saw that the tutor didn’t like him very much, maybe because he was really not very good at talking. Although he also fulfilled his duties and obligations when guiding him, he couldn’t force his attention .
He can only rely on himself.
Sui Qingchi didn't get the competition track until before recording the scene, and found that Zhong Dao chose his song.
"Fallen" is the song in the fourth album, and it is also the song he personally enjoys singing the most live. If there is no suggestion from Fu Cuo behind his back, it means that this kid still has a little vision.
There are very few changes to the arrangement, basically the original accompaniment, it can be seen that not much effort has been made. Fortunately, Zhong Dao sang the song "Fallen" quite well. Sui Qingchi guessed that it might have something to do with his current state of mind. I sang this song with the mentality that the curtain is about to end, so it has a lot more appeal than the previous few live performances.
After the two contestants finished singing, the host asked the contestants to solicit votes for themselves first. Zhong Dao listened to the opponent's sincere speech, but when it was his turn, he forgot all the words he had prepared in advance, and finally just said bluntly: " I think I sing very well," the host choked.
Sui Qingchi has no expression on the surface, because he knows that the camera will not let go of every detail of his demeanor. He has suffered a lot because he can't manage his expressions. Because of black faces, he has been made a big fuss more than other artists because of cheating. The scale is still large, and now I am used to stretching my face from beginning to end on the show, and this time I managed to hold back the word "sneering" on my face.
Before the vote, the host asked the instructor to canvass for the contestants, and cue to Sui Qingchi: "Sui Tianwang?"
Sui Qingchi frowned, feeling something was wrong: "... you should call me teacher."
"what?"
"Teacher Sui Qingchi." He said in a slow and clear tone.
The host was dumbfounded: "Isn't it good to be called Tianwang?"
An Jie next to him also joked: "You are the king of heaven, you are taller than us!"
Sui Qingchi knew that An Jie didn't have any malicious intentions, but he genuinely hated the word "Tian Wang", thinking that when Tang Du was sitting here, did you call him "God of Songs"? Aren't they all called teachers? Why did it change when I came here
"Call the teacher." He said it again, and nodded.
This nod seemed polite, but it was not, so the host had no choice but to laugh: "Okay, Teacher Sui, come on, let's help your students get votes!"
Sui Qingchi looked at Zhong Dao, and didn't speak for more than ten seconds, the scene was silent and full of suspense. Zhong Dao noticed that Sui Qingchi's brows were not so relaxed, it was not a friendly signal, but anyway, he didn't expect Sui Qingchi to really win the vote for him.
"Vote for him," Sui Qingchi said, "He has a dream. For some people, the dream is at your fingertips. For some people, there is only one chance."
There was a strange sigh at the scene, as if he couldn't believe that these words came from Sui Qingchi's mouth, Zhong Dao himself was a little flattered, the ticket that Sui Qingchi gave him was indeed worse than the one he got himself I'm more distracted.
An Jie applauded for him, and Zhong Dao bowed to Sui Qingchi with complicated emotions.
Sui Qingchi looked at the boy who bowed 90 degrees to him expressionlessly, thinking: You can see it. Don't just ignore it...
The recording didn't end until 5 o'clock that day, and Zhong Dao stayed in the backstage of the studio. He was not the favored party in this PK, but because of Sui Qingchi's two words, he almost won the votes of all the King fans on the scene . He once had a great prejudice against Sui Qingchi, but now thinking about it, he feels ashamed. He is a poor boy who is just a fledgling and is not a fart. What qualifications does he have to evaluate a superstar like Sui Qingchi
If he couldn't say "thank you" face to face, he would be suffocated by the lump in his heart. After waiting in the background for a while, he finally saw Sui Qingchi and the fat female assistant coming out of the passage.
Wang Xiaoou heard the "teacher" who was a bit awkward in his favor, turned around and saw that it was Zhong Dao, and hurriedly said to Sui Qingchi: "Master..." Sui Qingchi frowned, and still went on his own, Wang Xiaoou knew Sui Qingchi very well. Qing Chi's various small expressions mean that he heard it but didn't want to pay attention to it...
Sui Qingchi walked into the elevator, Wang Xiaoou also followed, still hesitating whether to wait for Zhong Dao secretly without pressing the elevator door, Sui Qingchi directly passed him and "clicked" twice and slammed the door close button. After the elevator doors closed, he took off his coat and threw it into the girl's hands, and threw his phone and sunglasses to Wang Xiaoou, who was almost unable to carry it.
Offended him, the fat girl hugged Sui Qingchi's coat, thinking bitterly.
AK left, Fu Cuo still went to the bar as usual, the sun rose as usual, and life went on as usual, but there was a big part missing in his heart, like a person who just had a kidney cut out, everything looked fine, opened the Only then did I know what was missing. At the end of the evening singing, Shadow Xiaoman left. He stayed in the bar alone, poured himself a drink, turned on the music on his mobile phone, and then sat at the bar and drank quietly.
The song list is automatically recommended by the cloud music APP. From Tang Du's songs to Sui Qingchi's songs, there are everything. Listening to sad songs is the saddest when drinking to drown your sorrows. However, the saddest thing is when Sui Qingchi With the sound of the sound, the sadness will turn into heartache, but there is also a tear-jerking force in the heartache, which makes him rather endure the suffering than cut it off.
Big Data always thinks that it knows every user very well, so this music app loves to recommend Sui Qingchi's songs to him. Every time I want it to recommend some new singers, I see the eye-catching "You should like Sui Qingchi", he couldn't listen to any songs anymore.
But now... the more it is now, the more undeniable it is that only Sui Qingchi's voice can accurately hit the position behind the ribs.
After drinking for an unknown amount of time, he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He squinted his eyes and turned around. There was a tall figure standing outside the door. He was wearing a slim straight coat, which matched his figure very well, but it was dark under the lamp, so he couldn't see his face clearly. , He couldn't think of anyone he knew who had this height and appearance. He got up and walked over, and then suddenly remembered that there was such a person.
As expected, there was Sui Qingchi outside the door. Seeing him coming, he knocked on the glass again symbolically, and said calmly, "Open the door."
Through the thick glass door, Sui Qingchi's voice sounded like he was in water, he was like an illusion.
Fu Cuo put away his surprise, stepped forward and opened the door, knowing that he would not leave unless the door was opened for him, and he would still get angry.
"What are you doing here?" Sui Qingchi's appearance made him a little clearer, "When is this?"
The door was not opened very far, Sui Qingchi came in sideways and said, "I passed by here and saw the light was still on, so I wanted to have a drink."
"Didn't it look like it's closed?"
"Then what door will you open for me?"
Will you leave if I don't open the door for you? Fu Cuo had no choice but to give him a cup and asked, "What do you want to drink?"
Sui Qingchi glanced at the wine glass on the bar: "Same as you."
Fu Cuo poured the wine for him, but he was still a little drunk after all. He didn't pour the wine accurately. Sui Qingchi glanced at him and pushed the wine glass over a little. Only then did Fu Cuo hear the sound of liquid gurgling into the glass. .
Sui Qingchi picked up the cup and shook it, then smiled and said, "You didn't drive me away, did you want to find a drinking buddy?"
Fu Cuo drank and didn't speak, thinking to himself, if he and Sui Qingchi were the only ones left in the world, would he want to get along with Sui Qingchi
Sui Qingchi picked up the mobile phone on the bar and saw the playlist automatically played on it. He was a little surprised when he found his name in it. He was stunned for a moment, and after a blink of an eye, he realized that it was Cloud Music's automatic recommendation today.
He put down his phone and said to Fu Cuo, who was drinking by himself, "I just finished recording the show."
Fu Cuo has no mood to care about him.
"Is there nothing you want to ask me?"
Fu Cuo shook his head, put down the wine glass, and said coldly without looking at Sui Qingchi, "Is it okay to drink quietly?"
Sui Qingchi's eyes were colder than his: "You're still playing music."
"Music doesn't talk nonsense." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi nodded, said nothing more, picked up the wine glass and took a long gulp.
The songs were played one after another like this, and the two of them stood side by side like this, drinking one cup after another. Sui Qingchi's fingers sometimes tapped lightly on the empty wine glass according to the rhythm, and Fu Cuo glanced at him and only felt annoyed. What's annoying is that Sui Qingchi is so familiar with this, and he hasn't even changed these little habits.
LOTUS's "Black Desert" stopped suddenly in the middle of singing, Fu Cuo turned his head and asked Sui Qingchi: "What's wrong?"
Sui Qingchi picked up the phone, looked at it, and threw it in front of him: "It's out of battery."
Fu Cuo picked up the phone and found that it was indeed out of battery, and sighed.
Sui Qingchi put his mobile phone on the bar: "Do you want to use mine?"
Fu Cuo shook his head.
Sui Qingchi put away her phone, and looked back at the small stage in front of the bar: "If you don't want to talk nonsense with me, then I'll sing it well."
Fu Cuo frowned, but Sui Qingchi had already stood up, went straight to the stage, and brought out his acoustic guitar after a while.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi sitting in the middle of the stage, on the high chair he sat in an hour ago, holding the guitar and bowing his head to test the sound, and found that it had been tuned, so he asked him: "What are you singing?"
Fu Cuo didn't speak and didn't look at him.
Sui Qingchi looked up at him, frowned, stopped asking him, and bowed his head to bounce.
Just sing it. Fu Cuo lowered his eyes and stared at the wine glass, thinking, don't talk nonsense, just sing.