Fu Cuo regretted making that call to Sui Qingchi. If he didn't call, Sui Qingchi would be the one who bothered him. He knew Sui Qingchi too well. and he just.
Of course, the fact may also be that Sui Qingchi knows him better, knowing that whenever he encounters something related to Xifeng, he will jump into his trap.
"Fu Cuo," a bartender pushed open the door and pointed out, "Someone is looking for you."
He walked out puzzled, and a thorny young man at the bar smiled and waved to him.
"AK?"
After Xifeng disbanded, AK didn't join other bands either. Apart from teaching drums in a private music classroom, he just went out regularly with some regular cooperation bands.
Fu Cuo put a large glass of beer in front of him: "I invite you."
AK was also not polite, took a big sip refreshingly, and opened up the conversation: "Do you know that Sui Qingchi is going to reorganize Xifeng?"
Fu Cuo nodded: "It's up to him. We haven't registered the name Xifeng either."
AK scratched his hair in annoyance, and clicked his tongue: "Do you think he has been stimulated by something, and he wants to bring up old things again by being his superstar?"
Fu Cuo didn't answer. He felt that AK didn't come to him to discuss the old man with him, and he didn't want the topic to go in the direction of Sui Qingchi. After so long, AK might think that he had let go of it, but he still Really no: "You didn't come to me to talk about these old accounts, did you, just tell me if you have anything to say."
Sure enough, AK sat a little closer to the bar and said, "You know the "The Strongest Voice on the Surface" competition."
"The Strongest Voice on the Surface" is a singing talent competition. In the past two years, the talent competition has been changed.
AK continued: "That's right, I met a boy who can sing really well and has great potential. I want to help him enter that competition..."
Fu Cuo was a little surprised. He didn't understand where AK's untimely enthusiasm came from. He wondered if you were getting old and started looking for Maxima like a bole
AK said a lot with pride, and he understood what he meant. Mr. Drummer wanted to help the kid on "The Strongest Voice on the Surface", but after all, he played drums and was not good at singing, so he wanted to ask him for help. Look at each other.
"I'm a guitar player." Fu Cuo said, "Shouldn't you find a singer to guide him?"
"Among the people I know, there is no one who is close enough to help me sing. Oh, you can do it. After all, you graduated from CTR. Besides, you have also coached Sui Qingchi before."
Fu Cuo's heart jumped when he heard the name, and he said, can you stop blowing me up while talking
"But I'm not a professional singer, and I didn't learn vocal music at CTR." He said.
"At least it can teach him music theory and pronunciation skills. Although this kid sings well, he is a wild way. In fact, he can definitely enter the competition on his own. I just hope to help him go further. Think about it, if you become a student of a certain instructor, you won’t even read the scores if you don’t understand music theory, what a disadvantage.”
Fu Cuo didn't say a word, I really want to ask this person, haven't you had enough of the losses in the draft competition
"I have his photo," AK picked up his phone and flipped through it, and handed it to him. "Not only does he sing well, but he also has the capital to be popular."
When Fu Cuo saw the photo, he was shocked. The boy was very handsome, and it immediately reminded him of Sui Qingchi back then.
AK stared at Fu Cuo, carefully said: "I know what you are thinking, I did not want to hide anything from you when I showed you his photo, he does look a bit like Sui Qingchi, to be honest, even some aspects of his personality are a bit similar , but it is completely different from Sui Qingchi in essence, besides, you also know that his resemblance to Sui Qingchi means that he has the potential to be popular."
Fu Cuo looked at the photo and smiled wryly, like how does it mean he has potential? Sui Qingchi's anger is now like this, has everyone's definition of red been distorted
For the sake of AK, Fu Cuo decided to take a trip to meet this low-profile version of Sui Qingchi. It would be more sincere to refuse after seeing it and feeling inappropriate. AK was very happy, and as soon as he left the bar, he called the boy named Zhong Dao, and got a message that the other party's user had turned off his phone. The embarrassed Mr. Drummer frowned and cursed: "Brat, keep him switched on at all times!"
Fu Cuo shrugged: "With this attitude, I think it's better to forget it."
AK held him back: "Don't, I know where he lives, I promise you won't let you go for nothing!"
Fu Cuo, who sent the Buddha to the west, followed AK to the boy's house. Walking into the noisy and crowded old residential area, there are still people splashing water for washing vegetables and meat on the side of the road, and the blood-soaked dirty water flows along the curb, but it does not affect the residents sitting on the street boiling spicy skewers. appetite. It reminded him of his childhood hometown. He and Tan Si met in such a neighborhood. The sun was just right that day, and he was lying at the window, looking at the rainshield downstairs. A black cat nimbly caught a mouse and began to enjoy its lunch. The moment the cat peeled off the skin of the mouse, he beeped and stayed away. When I looked up, I saw a boy lying on the window of the opposite building. They saw each other and smiled at each other.
"Here we are," said AK.
Fu Cuo looked up, the old-fashioned tube building was dilapidated and old, and the dark balconies were covered with dark barbed wire, which looked like a cage. I couldn't imagine how I grew up in such an environment.
AK knocked on the door for a while, only to hear an old man in the room asking "who is it?" AK turned to him and said, "He lives with his grandfather..." The small window on the door suddenly opened, and the window Then came a pair of wrinkled eyes. AK leaned closer and asked, "Old man, is Zhong Dao there?" But the old man seemed to be hard of hearing, and the two of them talked together for a long time. I don’t know you.” Finally, he waved his hand to let them leave, and the small window closed with a “bang”.
Fu Cuo looked at AK's nose from behind, holding back a smile.
When he went downstairs, AK said sorry to him with a dejected face. Although the trip was for nothing, he was in a good mood. The two passed a basketball court in front of them, and Fu Cuo looked over there. There was also a basketball court like this in the neighborhood where they lived when they were young. caring.
A boy walked out of the basketball court with a ball under his arm. AK suddenly stopped in front of him, like a big rabbit standing up suddenly, and shouted: "Hey!!"
The boy turned his head when he heard the sound, and it took Fu Cuo a little effort to recognize that this was the boy in the photo. It wasn't that he had bad eyesight, and the photo hadn't been photoshopped, but that the boy had a bruised nose and a swollen face.
AK strode over, grabbed the collar of the boy's T-shirt, and said, "I told you to turn it on, why didn't you turn it on? What are you doing here, and you're fighting with those bastards again?!"
"It's none of your business, uncle," the boy tugged on his collar impatiently, "I didn't ask you to help me fight."
The two of you talked to each other, Fu Cuo squatted on the ground with a smile, AK and the boy both looked at him, Fu Cuo raised his head and said to AK: "You're right, it really looks like it."
The three of them found a restaurant for a late lunch, and Fu Cuo asked Zhong Dao, "Do you want to participate in that competition?"
Zhong Dao ate the dishes uninterestedly: "Can I get in?"
"I don't know," Fu Cuo said, "Why don't you go to the bar with me later and sing live, and I'll know if you can go."
The boy frowned and said nothing, AK bumped into him: "I'm asking you something!"
Zhong Dao glared at him: "I'm thinking about it!"
Fu Cuo held back his laughter and said, "Let's think about it while eating."
AK is impatient: "What do you have to think about? Don't you want to be a singer?"
Zhong Dao was rarely silent, and said, "I want to be a singer, but I'm not sure if it's right to take this draft."
Fu Cuo picked up a dish with chopsticks casually and asked, "Why are you not sure?"
"I don't like the draft."
"I don't like it either," Fu Cuo put down his chopsticks. "The talent show is very commercial. The sponsors of TV programs just want to make money from you. For a grassroots with no academic qualifications and connections, what else can I do besides drafting?"
"Can't I still play in an underground band like you?"
Fu Cuo nodded: "Yes, then you are just like us now, one is running acupuncture points everywhere, and the other is singing in bars. If you like it, I have no problem." He took a sip of beer and picked up his chopsticks, "Of course , if you don't want to participate, I'm happier, then I don't have to let you go to my bar to listen to your singing, maybe we will be embarrassed when you finish singing."
Zhong Dao looked up at him, and the stubbornness in his eyes immediately came up: "I'll go."
Today is the weekend, and the bar has a high occupancy rate. Zhong Dao asked curiously, "Are they all here for the resident band?"
"You think highly of us too much." Fu Cuo said.
In fact, it’s not called a band. Everyone just comes here to get a meal and work together. They’re barely considered colleagues. Apart from him, there’s keyboardist Ying Ying and bass player Xiao Man. Ying Ying teaches at an art school during the day, and Xiao Man is still a college student. . Singing here, you have to sing what people order, you don’t even need to rehearse, anyway, the audience can’t hear the good things most of the time, it’s really far from a serious band.
I don't know why I suddenly thought so much.
He looked at Zhong Dao, who was drinking water to moisten his throat, and he could see that this kid was pretending to be chic, but he was actually a little nervous. He had probably never sung in front of so many people, so he asked, "Someone told you that you Does it look like a celebrity?"
Zhong Dao sneered: "The Second King?"
Fu Cuo let out a "heh" in his heart.
"I am me, he is him, and I don't like him at all." Zhong Dao said.
"why?"
"Just because you all said that I resemble him. How in the world am I like him? The song is written in a mess, and he has to do it himself. Doesn't he only have a face and a voice? Isn't it good to honestly sing songs given to him by others?" Well, I have such a good voice but I don’t know how to cherish it, I smoke until my throat is sandy, and I’m doing it all day long, no wonder I’m so famous, I can’t get a single award, although those awards don’t mean anything.” Zhong Dao said somewhat He smiled sarcastically, "God is so kind to him, he doesn't know that the stage he can stand on now is something that many people can't even dream of."
"It doesn't sound like you particularly dislike him either."
"Let's be honest, do you want to hear me say that if you hate him, you will help me, or if you like him, you will help me? I think you don't like him, but I don't want to hate him just because you don't like him. So in the end Do you like him or hate him?" Without waiting for Fu Wrong to answer, he frowned, "You don't like him, do you think I look like him and want to help me?"
Fu Cuo was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that he would be sent to the army. I don't know if he said in front of him that you look like Sui Qingchi before, how would this kid react
"I'll help you, just for the sake of AK." He said, "It doesn't matter whether I like Sui Qingchi or not, whether you look like Sui Qingchi or not."
"Then let me say thank you first," Zhong Dao nodded, and then said, "But I'm not begging you to help me." After speaking, he put on his coat and walked out of the stage.
As soon as the people waiting to listen to the song in the bar saw a new face, they were still complaining at first, "Who is this kid?" When Zhong Dao started to sing, all doubts subsided after less than four bars. The first song was "Closer" ordered by a foreign guest, from The Chainsmoker, so Qiao Sui Qingchi also sang this song, Fu Cuo couldn't help but compare it in his head, when Zhong Dao first sang He still couldn't let go, but the small outburst before entering the chorus made him relax immediately, bringing everyone in the audience into his own rhythm. His typhoon is different from Sui Qingchi's, and the way of enjoying singing is also different. Zhong Dao is immersed in his own singing, immersing himself in the music. On the contrary, Sui Qingchi's performance is not narcissistic or self-admiring, he is The giving type is more expressive, and Fu Cuo can't tell which one is better for a while. But he knew Zhong Dao very well.
One night, the guests performed songs one by one, and Fu Cuo was able to examine Zhong Dao's abilities in all aspects, both long and short. His way of singing is relatively wild, and even this is very similar to Sui Qingchi, Sui Qingchi When I first started as the lead singer in Xifeng, I sang this song Closer, and some passages actually sang a sense of chanting, which was surprisingly nice. His way of chanting is different from rap, with a little unpredictable rhythm, lazy Casual but wild and graceful, the fans in the audience were blown up immediately. After coming down, he asked him why he changed his singing style, and Sui Qingchi said that his throat was a little stuck just now. It's just that her throat is a little stuck... At that time, Sui Qingchi didn't even know how much talent this kind of improvisation represented.
Zhong Dao's timbre is a bit thinner than Sui Qingchi's, but the vocal range does not seem to be inferior to Sui Qingchi's. This alone is enough. Sui Qingchi can sing the songs of female singers without any effort Although Zhong Dao's current treble and pitch are not as natural as Sui Qingchi's, these can be improved only through training.
His biggest shortcoming is expressiveness. This is the part of pure genius, and no one can teach it. If anyone can express a song like Sui Qingchi through training, then Sui Qingchi won't be the king of heaven.
"You play the guitar really well."
After the performance that day, Zhong Dao's attitude towards him changed 180 degrees. He even saw a bit of desperately suppressed admiration in this kid's eyes, which was funny.
"So-so." He turned his back to Zhong Dao, pretending not to care.
"Too modest is hypocrisy." Zhong Dao pouted.
"That's it." Fu Cuo picked up the guitar.
"Didn't you say you wanted to guide me?" Zhong Dao asked.
"Singing is not my specialty," Fu Cuo said, "You sing better than me." He thought for a while with his guitar bag on his shoulders, "If I have to give my opinion, your songs are very comfortable to listen to, but they are not contagious enough. force."
Zhong Dao frowned: "How to practice contagion?"
Fu Cuo shrugged: "I don't know, this thing is very mysterious, and I can't even write a paper to explain it. You will often come to my place to sing in the future. If the guests order songs, they must have some kind of emotional expectations. , you can observe the reaction of the people who listen to your song, when you can sing them to tears, you will learn by yourself, of course, before ordering the song, it will be given to you as usual."
Zhong Dao nodded thoughtfully, and said, "Okay."
The two left the bar together. On the way back, Zhong Dao suddenly asked: "When you formed a band, was the lead singer good at singing?"
Fu Cuo didn't really want to answer, so he casually said: "We have had several lead singers, which one do you ask?"
Zhong Dao rolled his eyes in the back, thinking that this person is playing a hooligan, and I have never heard of it, so he said: "The one you think sings the best."
Fu Cuo was silent for a while, Zhong Dao was more stubborn than he thought, and instead of being entangled, it is better to answer truthfully: "Of course."
"You are not in touch now?"
"The idea is different and parted ways."
Zhong Dao hesitated for a while, and asked with some concern: "Am I far behind him?"
Fu Cuo wanted to say stop dreaming, you are no match for him, but immediately frowned again, thinking I shouldn't praise Sui Qingchi like this, and Zhong Dao probably hoped that he could give some advice from it.
"We have had three lead singers, and the one who sang the best is the earliest one," Fu Cuo said unconsciously as he walked under the streetlights, surrounded by darkness, with a secret sense of security , "His singing can make five big and three thick men cry like a little girl in the audience. I also wanted to know how he did it. At first I guessed that it might have something to do with his timbre. His voice was not very clear. kind of…”
The moon is very bright tonight, and Sui Qingchi's voice sometimes reminds him of the moon. If it is pure white and flawless, it may be very beautiful, but it must not be the moon, and it must not attract people's long-term gaze and longing. It had to have shadows, it had to have scars, so that when the air flow brushed over these scars, it would be wiped with zigzag sparks.
"There is a tear-jerking sound, but it doesn't necessarily make people cry. Later, I thought, probably because of his wide range and strong sense of pitch, singing is as natural and effortless to him as talking and breathing, so other When the singer is still thinking about how to sing the high pitch and handle the transition naturally, he doesn't care about these at all. He has more time to understand the song and the lyrics. But thinking about it this way is even more strange, because He doesn’t seem to have this step at all. Give him the lyrics, and he sings them after reading them. He even sang Japanese and French songs that don’t understand the meaning, and they can move people to a mess. These are actually not the answers.”
"Then have you found the answer?" Zhong Dao asked.
Fu Cuo shook his head: "So he is the lead singer, and I'm just the guitarist."
He's a superstar, and I'm a derailed satellite.