As a result, the rehearsal ended before eight o'clock that day. AK received a call from home asking him to go home for dinner, and his sister came back. Fu mistakenly heard that AK had quarreled with his mother on the phone for a long time, saying that if I don’t go back, it’s not that you can’t eat. AK’s mother said, why are you so ignorant? Isn't it the promised tomorrow? How can you go back on your promises! I didn't arrange it myself blablabla, and then hung up the fucking phone after a disagreement.
Tan Si, who had been keeping quiet by the side, lowered his head and took off the bass, and sighed: "You'd better go back."
AK is still carrying it hard and says it's okay.
"Listen to Tan Si," Fu Cuo said, "don't keep making your mother angry."
AK glanced at Fu Cuo, then got up from behind the drum set with drumsticks in hand, and muttered unwillingly: "I only went because of your face..."
Tan Si smiled and said: "That's right, I think we should take a day off today. I just read the weather forecast and said that it might rain soon. We didn't bring umbrellas. Let's go back early and practice again tomorrow!"
Fu Cuo nodded his head smoothly. Sometimes he admires Tan Si very much. He can not only persuade AK, but also make AK go happily.
After seeing off AK, he also went back home with Tan Si. Tan Si arrived home before him. As usual, he stopped downstairs to watch Tan Si enter the corridor, but this time he stood there unknowingly than usual. It took a little longer.
I wanted my friend to stay with me, but I still didn't say it, so I had to walk aimlessly on the street alone.
The weather forecast was correct, and it was drizzling on the street soon. Fu Cuo looked at the raindrops that were lighter than cotton candy flying all over the sky, and remembered Tan Si's excuse, thinking what kind of rain it was called, that guy must have been there early in the morning I knew it.
There is a CD shop one block away from home. It’s not very formal. It sells genuine and pirated copies, but it’s his little paradise. Even if you don't listen to anything or buy anything, just looking at the colorful CDs on the shelf will give you a kind of power. Behind every CD, there are a pair of arms that can open their arms to him, from those unruly vocals, bass players, guitarists, and drummers who are about to fight the world. From childhood to adulthood, the hugs he got were from them who had never met before.
There was no one in the audition place, so he put on his headphones and heard a familiar singing voice.
The third new album of LOTUS, the last song is called "Rooftop".
I don't know if it should be said that he has a heart-to-heart connection with the idol, but just looking at the title of the song, he got what the song was about to write, even though the lyrics didn't mention that word from the beginning to the end, and didn't even mention those vague and ethereal words such as " hope" or "persevere". This is the most tender song he has ever heard written for people with depression.
After listening to a song, the boss was already staring here. Fu Cuo took off the earphones and hung them back. When he turned around, he froze suddenly.
There was a figure standing outside the store, wearing a baseball cap and a dark blue fleece hoodie with the hood pulled up to cover the baseball cap. Just as he thought about it, Sui Qingchi liked this way of dressing in the second class, The lights outside the store turned on, illuminating the handsome face of the boy.
Later, I also discovered that the Sui Qingchi who was a boy and the Sui Qingchi who became a superstar in the future have always had a certain temperament in common. It is not a so-called defect such as secondary school or rebellion that has been criticized by people, but a characteristic that no one can deny. Maverick yet charming temperament.
Sui Qingchi stood outside the window, which was still some distance away from the video store. There was a fig tree on the sidewalk, and a row of bicycles parked beside it. He was standing in front of this ordinary background. He should have passed by unintentionally, but It seems that it is specially for this one freeze frame.
The boy in the hoodie looked a little embarrassed, obviously he didn't expect to be discovered by peeping, but since he had confirmed his eyes, he just walked in boldly.
When Sui Qingchi walked in, Fu Cuo could clearly see the dense raindrops on his shoulders, he must stand there for a song...
Sui Qingchi walked around to look at the records in the CD player, and asked him, "Why don't you buy them?"
"Oh," Fu Cuo pouted regretfully, and whispered, "I didn't bring enough money with me."
Sui Qingchi nodded with a look of "understanding". He kept his hands in his pockets all the time, it must have been a little cold, the weather forecast said that the temperature would start to drop today, Sui Qingchi obviously didn't know, Fu Cuo thought, just like himself, if it wasn't for what Tan Si said during the phone call the day before One mouthful, he probably doesn't know how to add clothes.
Fu Cuo remembered the injury on Sui Qingchi's wrist that he had glimpsed in the morning, and was feeling a little anxious. The young man took his hand out of his pocket, pulled off his hood, took out the pair of earphones and put it on himself, and stepped back for a while. song.
Fu Cuo watched Sui Qingchi nodding his head, listening to the song intently. As soon as he lowered his eyes, he could see the long and dense eyelashes clearly. Fu Cuo saw the young man's slender eyelashes trembling almost imperceptibly in the air. moved his eyelashes.
For some reason, I, who was obviously the most confident in my idol, felt shamefully uneasy at this moment. Sui Qingchi is a very rebellious person, he is not very confident that he will like this song, and even less confident that he will like such a mainstream rock band, thinking maybe I should recommend him to listen to other songs of LOTUS...
Four or five minutes passed quickly, and the spinning CD stopped. Sui Qingchi took off the earphones and hung them back up, saying in a low voice, "It's quite nice."
Yeah? Fu Cuo was a little surprised, is this a compliment? Then he thought it was impossible, Sui Qingchi wouldn't compliment anyone, and Fan didn't care about his face to compliment anyone.
Sui Qingchi turned around and walked around the store. Fu Cuo watched him walk to the front of the CD shelf, picked up the CD, and went directly to the counter to pay.
The lady at the cash register looked up at the cold-faced boy wearing a baseball cap, then lowered her head and asked softly, "Do you want a pocket?"
"No." Sui Qingchi took the CD and unpacked it. He walked to the door of the store and opened half of the door. He turned to look at Fu Cuo who was still in a daze, "Aren't you going?"
"Ah?" Fu Cuo came back to his senses and hurried over, "Let's go."
Walking out of the store, Sui Qingchi had already opened the CD, took out the lyrics book and looked down, after roughly flipping through it, he stuffed it back, closed the CD case, and...
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi who gave him the CD in surprise, and blinked: "For me?"
"Aren't you short of money? I just happen to have it." Sui Qingchi said.
Fu Cuoxin said no, shouldn't you still be angry with me for what happened in the morning? But he still took it and said thank you: "I will pay you back when I arrive at school on Monday."
"No need," Sui Qingchi put his hands back into his pockets, turned and walked forward, "I'll see you off."
Fu Cuo was puzzled: "Why did you send me?"
"Please invite me to dinner," Sui Qingchi said, "There is no one in my house, and I am still hungry."
Fu Cuo thought of his family's situation and nodded with a smile: "Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"I don't know, whatever you want, you can eat whatever you want."
From "don't know" to "casual", and then to "you can eat whatever you want", it's too rare to make two compromises in just one sentence, Fu Cuo thought funny, maybe Tan Si's love for Sui Qing Chi's first impression was right—you don't say it, but you remember it in your heart.
What should I invite him to eat? Fu Cuo looked down at the gift in his hand, thinking to himself, Sui Qingchi is a rich second generation, so he can't eat too casually, he secretly took out his wallet and looked, Sui Qingchi just turned around and saw , and said: "If we don't have enough money, let's eat noodles."
Fu Cuo was a little surprised. Sui Qingchi was so rebellious and had a bad temper. He didn't expect that he also had an observant and considerate side.
Seeing him in a daze, Sui Qingchi frowned, a little speechless: "Is there not enough noodles?"
"Enough," Fu Cuo strode forward, "Let's go, enough for you to eat a big bowl, you can add meat, vegetables, and fried eggs!"
He took Sui Qingchi to a noodle shop that he often goes to. The shop is not big, but the taste is famous far and wide. It was past eight o'clock, and there were still many customers, leaving only an empty table near the door. Sui Qingchi sat on the inner side, the wind was still blowing in, he shrank his shoulders unconsciously. Fu Cuo brought two bowls of noodles, then found a stool, and sat on the outside near the door.
I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the wind was blocked by Fu Cuo's back like this. Sui Qingchi looked up at him, took his hands out of his pocket, pulled out a pair of chopsticks and separated them, but handed them to Fu Cuo. He didn't look at him. Did he take it with a smile, staring at the bowl, and the bowl was as promised, with boiled peas and beef, and golden fried eggs on top.
He picked up the fried egg, and after taking a bite, he was so hot that he coughed.
Fu Cuo looked up at him: "Is it very spicy?"
Sui Qingchi wanted to say something, but only coughed when she opened her mouth. It made him feel so ashamed that he forgot to say that he can't eat spicy food...
"Can't you eat spicy food? Then don't eat it," Fu Cuo got up and took away the bowl of noodles, "I'll go and change to a bowl of chicken noodle soup."
Sui Qingchi took the noodles back and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, it's warm if you eat spicy food." Are you kidding me? I saw that this guy didn't have much money left, and he could still have so much beef with chicken noodle soup Peas and fried eggs
Seeing that Sui Qingchi was so hot, Fu Cuo was in tears, put down his chopsticks, got up and went to the kitchen to order a bowl of hot soup.
Sui Qingchi quickly took a sip, and still coughed, but it was a little softer.
Because Sui Qingchi was coughing while eating, the whole store was shaken by his coughing, Fu Cuo felt very guilty, but didn't know what to say, so he looked at him worriedly after taking two mouthfuls of noodles, Sui Qingchi lowered his head and drank the soup in one breath After half a bowl, he took a breath and said, "Don't look at me like that, I'm not that useless."
Fu Cuo had to lower his head to eat the noodles in silence, and couldn't help but say in his heart, but you cough so badly, how can others turn a blind eye to you...
The diners around also looked at Sui Qingchi from time to time, but they were not too coughed by him to turn a blind eye. What can't be ignored is clearly the young man's handsome appearance. Such a small and crowded noodle restaurant seems to be full of glory because of the arrival of a young man named Sui Qingchi.
At this time, Fu Cuo didn't know that after many years in the future, Sui Qingchi would still be the person who would make every place he went, but they would never have the opportunity to sit in such a small street shop again. Eat a bowl of noodles topped with beef, peas and fried eggs in the hot air.
After eating the noodles, the two walked along the embankment one after the other. Fu Cuo was still very sorry: "I'm sorry, I should ask you if you can eat spicy food first."
Sui Qingchi sighed, and wanted to ask if you can stop being such a slut, but tried hard to swallow the words back, saw something flying over the river, and asked, "What is that?"
Fu Cuo looked over and said, "Oh, someone is playing for nothing."
"hit what?"
"It's a waste of time," Fu Cuo said, seeing that Sui Qingchi was confused, he explained, "It's just a stone..."
"Oh."
Sui Qingchi responded dryly and quickly, as if he was a little embarrassed because of his ignorance.
Fu Cuo took materials on the spot, bent down and picked up a few small stones and weighed them in his hands: "I'm super good at this game, I'll teach you."
Sui Qingchi reflexively wanted to say "I'm just asking if I'm not interested", but when it came to his lips, he changed back to: "How powerful is it?"
Fu Cuo threw a piece out, the stone jumped five times on the surface of the water and then died down. Sui Qingchi looked at him with drooping eyelids. Fu Cuo was a little embarrassed, moved his wrist and said, "I'm looking for a feeling!"
I don't know if it's because the more he strives for victory, the more he can't let go. After throwing it for a long time, there are still only six or seven times, and all the stones in hand are thrown away. He turned around to pick up some more, but seeing Sui Qingchi behind him, he was so annoyed that he squatted down.
Fu Cuo blushed a little immediately, thinking that luckily it was dark and Sui Qingchi couldn't see. When looking down for stones, Sui Qingchi also found some for him, and gave them to him, but he had no hope for him, with the words "Just as long as you are happy" clearly written on his face.
Being underestimated by boys younger than himself, Fu Cuo was also aroused to win or lose. He still remembers that when he was very young, he would run to the river to fetch water by himself. When he was a little older and met Tan Si, he would just fetch water. Piao's technique can impress this new friend.
The splashes thrown are like fireworks, there are only a few at first, and then more and more, blooming and disappearing on the river surface in an instant, when Sui Qingchi realizes, the calm river surface has been ripples for a long time, The quiet riverside is surrounded by the gentle sound of splashing water.
The edge of the embankment was getting darker and darker. When Fu Cuo was finally able to throw it far away, he could no longer see it. He was a little frustrated and shrugged: "It's too far away to see."
"Eleven throws." Sui Qingchi said behind him.
"Ah?" Fu turned around and saw that Sui Qingchi had stood up, standing behind him, "Can you see that far?"
"I listen." Sui Qingchi took off his baseball cap and put it on backwards, and said, "I have super hearing, but unfortunately I can't teach you."
Hey... Fu Cuo can't laugh or cry.
"Do you still want to throw it away?" Sui Qingchi said, "Let me help you."
Fu Cuo nodded, and got motivated, and threw twelve times with the next hand! When Sui Qingchi reported the result, he clapped his hands in satisfaction: "My personal highest record is only twelve."
Sui Qingchi saw that Fu Cuo turned around, as if he was about to go back, and couldn't help but said, "If you come here, break the record."
There were just a few stones left in Fu Cuo's hand, so he nodded: "Okay, let's throw these away and see if we can break the record!"
When he raised his hand and was about to throw it, Sui Qingchi grabbed him, Fu Cuo was astonished, Sui Qingchi looked towards the bridge and said, "Wait for the car to pass before throwing it."
Fu Cuo was about to ask where the car was, when he saw a truck approaching from a distance and slowly passing the bridge.
As the car drove away, Sui Qingchi said, "Throw it away."
The street lights couldn't reach this side, so Fu Cuo couldn't see Sui Qingchi's expression, but he could hear how serious he was. This was the moment he chose carefully. The boy in the second year of middle school doesn't care about the whole world most of the time. Things that can make him serious, even if it's just a waste of time, must be very important.
The embankment became quiet again, and Fu Cuo stood by the river, like a ball thrower standing in Jiashien, throwing the dream ball to the boundless water with all his strength.
The dream will not be so easy to achieve, this time there are still only twelve strokes, but he has long been prepared.
"Come again!"
He threw it again, eleven times this time.
Throwing it again and again, the plot is like a broken pointer, hovering between eleven and twelve, and it seems that it can no longer be crossed.
Before he knew it, there was only the last stone left in his hand. Fu Cuo sighed in the palm of his hand, and shouted at the river: "Last time! Go!"
The stone whirled toward the surface, and he gave it the power to fly, leaving the rest to fate.
Sui Qingchi closed his eyes, and heard the stone hit the water five times, six times, seven times, eight times... just like that and continued to fly down...
The fireworks bloomed in the night sky one after another, and there were brilliant ripples everywhere. He held his breath and focused, full of hope.
... However, in the end, it was a pity that they only stayed at twelve flowers.
He pricked up his ears, and there was no other sound except for shallow ripples.
Fu Cuo looked at him expectantly, Sui Qingchi opened his eyes, and with a seemingly indifferent smile that he tried to fake, said, "Congratulations, you broke the record."
Even in such darkness, he could clearly see how the eyes of the person in front of him suddenly lit up like stars.
Fu Cuo stretched out his hand excitedly, wanting to make a fist with Sui Qingchi. Sui Qingchi took out his hand in his pocket slowly, but in fact he stretched out faster than usual, and only he knew how fast it was. .
The hand in his pocket was cold, but the hand that had been held by a cold stone was hot after exercising. Fu Cuo held Sui Qingchi's cold hand, feeling that this friend who was two years younger than him, he finally, Finally delivered.