At noon, the four of them gathered at the residence of Tan Si and AK. The landlord left an old induction cooker there. AK proposed to eat hot pot. The four of them hurriedly went to the nearby supermarket to buy ingredients. Tan Si was pushing the cart behind, and AK met in front. Take everything, and throw it in the car without worrying about smashing it. Tan Si moved the dishes below like a mother and said, "Did you eat so much? You just have a stomach problem. AK said that the four of us ate , and it doesn't depend on my stomach alone! Then he patted Sui Qingchi who was following behind: "When the young master is growing up, one stomach is worth two! "
Sui Qingchi rubbed her abdomen that was slapped, and rolled her eyes: "I've grown too long."
"You will grow again, believe me," AK said, "You will definitely be taller than Fu Cuo in the future!"
Sui Qingchi turned his head and glanced at Fu Cuo. This sycophant was very helpful, so he curled his lips and said, "If you want to buy it, buy it."
AK took another box of pork belly, recalling something, turned around and said to Sui Qingchi beamingly: "Master, you have good abdominal muscles at such a young age~~"
Fu Cuo didn't know why after AK said that, Sui Qingchi glanced at him for no reason, and it was a bit sneaky...
While AK was putting things into the car, Tan Si put them back in the back. After walking all the way, the drummer who was in high spirits didn't notice. Fu Cuo turned his head and saw that Sui Qingchi didn't keep up, and turned back a little puzzled. Sui Qingchi was turning his head to look in the direction of the instant noodle shelf. There was a child there, maybe twelve or thirteen years old, secretly pinching the package of instant noodles.
The boy seemed to be alone, he didn't see his parents or elders, and he didn't look like he was going to the supermarket to buy things, because he didn't even bring a basket, he just walked between the shelves and saw instant noodles. The packaging is addicted to this little destructive desire.
Fu Cuo asked Sui Qingchi: "Have you pinched before?"
Sui Qingchi looked at him in surprise: "... how do you know?"
Fu Cuo thought it was because you were in Secondary School: "It's the same as when I knew you were going to take bus 111 that day." He watched the boy walk to the end of the shelf and ruin the entire row of instant noodles. Twelve or thirteen-year-old Sui Qingchi may also be like this. She is alone and can't feel the connection with the world. She vents her desire to destroy the world in this way, but she feels that she can't be hated after all.
Sui Qingchi looked at him, seeing that his hands were in his pockets, his shoulders were raised slightly, and the corner of his mouth was pursed into a helpless smile. Fu Cuo was a very handsome boy, but this action made him look too cute.
Sui Qingchi's eyes flickered to the side, he bowed his head and said let's go.
He likes to see the way Fu Cuo smiles, and his heart will be crazy, but he doesn't want him to laugh like this often, he wants to watch him smile all the time, but he doesn't dare to stare at him all the time, it feels really contradictory...
Passing by the place where the beer was placed, AK looked salivating, but unfortunately he just had a stomach problem, so he turned around and asked Sui Qingchi: "Master, you will be eighteen next month, would you like some beer?"
Sui Qingchi walked over and opened the refrigerator door, took out a can of cold beer, and looked at Fu Cuo.
"...Forget it, you still have a cold." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi lowered his head and smiled covertly, then put the beer back.
AK made a mouthful of "licking the dog" at Tan Si, and said, "It's not troublesome to take it in and out..."
The hot pot is made of clear soup, which is barely a soup pot, and the wine is replaced by Coke. The four of them sat on the floor. After eating, AK collapsed on the ground, hiccupped, and asked contentedly, "Who does the dishes?"
Fu mistakenly said the old rules.
Four rock-paper-scissors, draw in the first round, AK and Sui Qingchi lost in the second round, AK stared at Fu Cuo and Tan Si, puzzled: "Why do you always come out the same?" They looked at each other, and then said to Sui Qingchi, "Let's not row with them next time, they keep playing the same game, and I've never won!"
Fu Cuo could see that AK really didn't want to wash the dishes, and he kept doing the routine Sui Qingchi: "Master, let me tell you clearly, I can make cloth, I really can make cloth!"
Sui Qingchi said lazily that he understood. He was leaning on the sofa, but now he sat up, clenched his fists and prepared to strike the last blow.
AK observed Sui Qingchi with trepidation, not daring to take it lightly like he was playing basketball. In the end, he made three, two, and one shots at the same time, and he made the cloth.
Sui Qingchi took out the scissors.
Tan Si was laughing uncontrollably, AK raised his head and looked at Sui Qingchi: "Why are you so obedient? This is not you!"
Sui Qingchi stood up from the ground on her knees, and said, "I wanted to give you a chance." He pointed at the messy dishes on the table with his chin, raised his eyebrows, "Have a good time washing the dishes."
While washing the dishes, AK asked Sui Qingchi in the kitchen: "Master, when are you going back?"
Sui Qingchi sat on the ground with one leg bent, leaning against the sofa and changing TV channels, saying that she hadn't thought about it: "Why are you asking this?"
AK came out of the kitchen with a hand full of bubbles, and wiped the funny SpongeBob SquarePants apron: "Then you go back later, we have a performance at the bar where Brother Tan works on the 6th!"
Sui Qingchi turned to look at Fu Cuo on the sofa: "Is there any?"
Fu Cuo nodded.
Sui Qingchi put down her bent legs, sat up straight cross-legged, and pressed her hands on her knees: "Okay, I'll buy a ticket for No. 7 and go back."
Fu Cuo glanced at him, and thought with a smile in his heart, he looks like fourteen even though he is eighteen.
The owner of the bar where Tan Si works is also a band player. He usually brings his own band to perform in the bar. He is also quite willing to give the fledgling student band some opportunities to perform. Fu Cuo and Tan Si AK can perform in the bar once a week. In less than two months, there have only been three performances here. Although they have received some good reviews, it is a great pity that Sui Qingchi is missing.
In the afternoon, the four of us went to the rehearsal place first. The rehearsal place was found by AK. It was an air-raid shelter behind the art school. There are very few opportunities, and there is basically no reputation at all, but the three of them still insist on rehearsing twice a week.
But this time there was a little surprise.
Fu Cuo wanted to go back to get the guitar first, so he and Sui Qingchi arrived later. When he walked outside the rehearsal site, he heard the voices of strangers inside. His voice was still a bit angry. Fu Cuo paused at the entrance of the air-raid shelter , was wondering, when he heard the violent AK yelling from inside: "Hit it, hit it, whoever is afraid of it!"
He thought it was about to fight, so he rushed in, but he didn't see the fight scene. Apart from AK and Tan Si, there were four other people he didn't know... Fu Cuo glanced at the instrument the other party was carrying, and said okay Met a colleague.
Sui Qingchi didn't follow him and came in now. The air-raid shelter is not too big, and the entrance of the tunnel is a bit short. Sui Qingchi bent his neck and walked in, standing next to Fu Cuo. In the posture of fighting, he asked Fu Cuo: "What's the matter?" I thought this is a fight? Interesting...
Fu Cuo probably guessed what was going on. For student bands, it is never easy to find a free rehearsal venue. Any venue that does not cost money is worth fighting for, even though they are already in this The air-raid shelter had been rehearsed for more than half a month, but the air-raid shelter was not locked. Obviously, the other party did not buy it. So the opposing guitarist just proposed a plan, everyone will play in the arena on University Street, and the two bands will sing at the same time, each according to their own ability, whoever attracts more audiences will use the venue later, before he, the captain, arrives , AK readily agreed.
Tan Sichong and Fu Cuo shook his head helplessly, indicating that he had tried his best.
Fu Cuo took a deep breath and said to the other party: "Can't you use it in turn?"
The drummer on the other side is also very hot-tempered, with his waist thrust up, his eyes bulging like copper bells: "Why do you have to take turns?"
During the quarrel, Fu Cuo saw that the lead singer of the other party had been standing behind and didn't say much. He felt that it was reasonable. He skipped the drummer and said to the lead singer: "We only use it two days a week, Monday and Wednesday, and you can use it for the rest of the time. .”
The lead singer frowned, as if he was a bit embarrassed, and discussed with the bass player next to him in a low voice. five."
This is difficult... The rehearsal time was originally arranged according to everyone's class schedule for this semester, and it is not possible to change it.
Fu Cuo put his waist down and lowered his head, thinking about how to solve this, Sui Qingchi beside him suddenly said: "Then let's fight in the ring."
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi in a daze.
"Okay," the drummer said with a smile, "you finally have someone in your band!"
AK pointed at the other party with a drumstick, and said angrily, "Who are you talking about?!"
Tan Si hurriedly pulled him back.
The other guitarist glanced at Sui Qingchi next to Fu Cuo, and asked, "Is he the lead singer?"
Sui Qingchi stood there without speaking, with cold eyes.
Fu Cuo said "yes".
The guitarist shrugged and said, "OK, but he has to wear a mask when he's in the ring."
AK stared wide-eyed: "*, why?!"
"Why?" The drummer over there was also staring, "Are you trying to use his face to compete in the ring?"
AK was blocked by this reason, blushing and speechless.
Sui Qingchi stepped forward, stood in front of Fu Cuo, and said, "No problem, I can turn around and sing."
This time Fu Cuo opened his eyes wide, and Tan Si also looked at Sui Qingchi in disbelief.
The opponent's guitarist clapped, and the drummer rarely gave a thumbs up: "It's kind, I like it."
After discussing the time and place that day, the lead singer of the other party asked them to rehearse here first, and they would come back at night. Before leaving, they called Fu Cuo apologetically:
"I'm sorry," the lead singer looked back at his teammates waiting for him in the car, and said, "Those two guys are just talking too much, don't mind," he said, reaching out to Fu Cuo, "Let's make friends, my name is He Bin."
Fu Cuo had a good impression of this person, and shook hands with him: "Fu Cuo."
"You don't seem to be locals based on your accent?" He Bin said.
"Well, I just came here this year."
He Bin's expression was surprised: "Are all four of them?"
Fu Cuo wanted to say that there were three people, but when he saw He Bin cast his gaze behind him, he turned his head and saw Sui Qingchi coming out to look for him, and when he saw him talking to He Bin, he stood vigilantly and stared at them, he smiled inwardly. Laughed, and said "yes" to He Bin.
He Bin nodded, feeling a little emotional: "It's really not easy. Come on in the ring."
After returning from the rehearsal, Fu Cuo realized how reckless their decision to be in the ring was. Tan Si asked the bar owner to find out. He Bin's band is called Banana Fish. They have been in the band for more than two years. Fame, I heard that the landlord of the rehearsal room that I rented before is about to sell the house, so I am looking for a rehearsal place temporarily.
Fu Cuo replied "I see", put down the phone, put his hand on the window sill, and stared out of the window in a daze.
Sui Qingchi ate instant noodles, raised her head and asked him, "What's wrong?"
Fu turned around, smiled habitually, went to sit opposite Sui Qingchi and sat down, looking at the bowl of instant noodles on the table that was almost dry, but couldn't eat.
Sui Qingchi put down the fork, looked at him and said, "Tell me about it."
Fu Cuo actually didn't want Sui Qingchi to have any burdens, but when he looked up, he saw Sui Qingchi's eyes, serious and gentle. He thought it was useless at first glance. How could he really get comfort from a boy who was younger than himself and was still in the second year of middle school? , but I couldn't help it when I looked at it for a second time. Encouraged by the gentleness in that look, I couldn't help but said everything.
"... So our chances of winning are not great, we can only resign ourselves to fate." After Fu Cuo finished speaking, he felt a lot more relaxed. He shook his head and picked up a fork to eat noodles, but his hand was held by Sui Qingchi's extended hand.
"Don't worry." Sui Qingchi said.
Just three words, and there is no reason for one more sentence, but Fu Cuo felt that his heart would settle down and fall back steadily. As long as this person is by his side, there is really no need to worry about anything, and there is no reason for trust.
Sui Qingchi lightly shook the back of his hand, let go, and bowed her head to eat noodles again.
University Street is a long street connecting several nearby colleges and universities. One end is close to the subway station and shopping mall. There is a square, and the other end of the block has a leisure area. It is smaller than the square, but it can also be used as a table. Because there are several conservatories and art schools nearby, and there is a bar livehouse street not far away. Most of the people who come here are students and young people, so bands often perform street performances in this area, and the atmosphere is quite free and open.
On the day of the ring fight, the two sides drew lots. Banana Fish held a LIVE in the plaza, while they were on the platform in the leisure area one block away.
AK yelled that something was wrong: "The flow of people on the square is obviously bigger! It's a subway station and a shopping mall! What a thief!"
Fu Cuo said: "That's not someone else's chicken thief, it's our own bad luck."
He also figured it out yesterday, the big deal is to find a place after losing, and enjoy it at this moment.
The song used in the rehearsal was Coldpy's "Yellow". Due to time constraints, the rehearsal was not very proficient, and Sui Qingchi's voice had not fully recovered from a cold, so he could not fully open his throat during rehearsal, but he was not worried about Sui Qingchi's rehearsal. Chi's state, but worried that he would be affected if he turned his back and sang.
The musical instruments and speakers were connected, and the sound was tuned for a while. It was almost ten minutes before the agreed time to start at three o'clock. Fu Cuo squatted on the ground and connected the tuner. He looked up and looked around. Not much.
"They've started." Sui Qingchi stood in front, looked across the block, and said.
Fu Cuo heard nothing, only noisy voices.
Sui Qingchi turned around and walked over, saying, "Let's start too."
With his left hand in his pocket, he bent down to pick up the microphone with the other hand, looking extremely calm.
The prelude of "Yellow" is not long or short. In these few bars, everyone's heart is hanging. Looking back on this day in the future, I will only think that it was a boring arena, but Fu Cuo believes that everyone will remember the victory and defeat that was aroused at that time, including Sui Qingchi many years later.
The eighteen-year-old future heavenly king was standing in front of them at this moment, wearing only a simple dark gray sports suit, a handsome young man with little water in the soup, with his back facing the endless stream of people, with his head bowed and his feet on the drums, and then turned the microphone He took it to his mouth and sang the first sentence:
“Look at the stars… ”
At the first sentence, Fu Cuo felt his heart was pierced by a blow.
It was a completely different rendition from the original song. The voice was like a skylark taking off suddenly, passing through the layers of noise in the street effortlessly.
When singing "Look how they shine for you", Sui Qingchi raised his head, with one hand still in his pocket, facing his band, Fu Cuo was completely immersed in his singing, and the verse was light and easy , the chorus gradually became wild and unrestrained, from a lark to a falcon to an eagle, and together with his electric guitar, they completed the dive from the clouds to the world hand in hand.
Fu Cuo saw more people gradually stopping behind Sui Qingchi than he imagined. It was just a back view and a voice. In less than a minute, Sui Qingchi began to attract everyone's attention.
The chorus of "Yellow" is very affectionate. Sui Qingchi finally hugged the microphone with both hands. Even if it was just a back view, this intoxicated head tilted with a little innocent posture must have attracted countless eyes. When he sang "Your skin oh your skin and bourn into somethiiful", Fu Cuo's ears were burning hot, because Sui Qingchi was looking at him, and the "Do you know" was sung to him, the movement of articulating words It looked like a kiss, Fu Cuo didn't even dare to look into his eyes, fearing that he might make a mistake at any time, he lowered his head, but when he heard the phrase "For you I'd bleed myself dry", his heart still pounded .
Sui Qingchi sang that line twice, the first time was "For you I'd bleed myself dry", which shrank slightly, and the second time was "For you I'd bleed myself dry", which was completely blooming.
How could it be so beautiful, Fu Cuo thought to himself, so beautiful that people's hearts were pulled up.
When I raised my head again, just five minutes had passed. Standing behind Sui Qingchi, there were layers upon layers of people holding their mobile phones. This street, from one side to the other, was already filled with eager people. Passers-by had to work hard to pass through the crowd, and all eyes were on the young man singing with his back turned to them.
But Sui Qingchi only looked at him.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi, saw him put down the microphone, and opened his arms slightly towards him, as if signaling to the people behind him that all the audience, all the eyes, and all the commotion were sent by him. A warm confession to him.
Fu Cuo only felt that he had grown up so much, and he had never met anyone more irresistible than the young man in front of him.
Sui Qingchi turned around after that, and the moment he showed up, the audience couldn't help applauding enthusiastically, and the girls holding up their mobile phones crazily raised their mobile phones even higher.
Sui Qingchi picked up the microphone, and moved the microphone to his mouth as if he didn't know what to say. He lowered his head and smiled with a charming shyness. Finally, he raised an arm towards everyone and said, "Thank you, everyone. We are West Wind."
So proud and dazzling, so high-spirited.