The next day was Monday, and Fu Cuo was still the one who got up earlier. After washing up, Sui Qingchi was still lying on the bed and sleeping. When she opened the curtains, Sui Qingchi buried her head in the pillow in pain. While wearing the coat, he asked, "Do you have class in the morning?"
Sui Qingchi buried her head in the pillow and nodded.
Fu Cuo was a little speechless. He heard the girls from the vocal music department upstairs hanging their voices. Looking at Sui Qingchi again, he wondered if this is called arrogance. I threw away the broken guitar."
Two seconds later, Sui Qingchi really turned over from under the quilt: "You threw it away?!"
Fu Cuo nodded seriously while buttoning his shirt.
Sui Qingchi looked at him, his eyes were puzzled for two seconds, his shoulders relaxed, and he sat cross-legged on the bed with his head hanging down and scratched his hair: "Don't be so scary early in the morning..."
Sui Qingchi got out of bed and went into the bathroom as if sleepwalking in his slippers. Fu Cuo rolled up his cuffs outside and said, "I took a look at the guitar. Tan Si was right. It can't be repaired like this. Buy a new one. veneer."
Sui Qingchi didn't answer, Fu Cuo walked to the door of the bathroom, saw him brushing his teeth with his head down, with a thoughtful expression on his face, after rinsing, he wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel, and said, "No, let's buy plywood."
"I'm afraid you won't use the plywood for long." Fu Cuo said.
"Didn't you use it for three or four years?" Sui Qingchi turned on the tap and washed his face with cold water.
Fu Cuo thought it was because I love you enough, your words...
"I will cherish it this time." Sui Qingchi turned on the faucet, looked up, and said, looking at him in the mirror.
From the look in his eyes, Fu Cuo knew that he had already thought it through, so he nodded: "Okay. Then I will accompany you to buy after class in the afternoon."
There is a musical instrument shop with a good reputation near the school. The plywood guitars of this shop are cheap and good. Fu Cuo brought Sui Qingchi over here. Unfortunately, the boss himself is here today. Fu Cuo never expected that he was almost fifty years old. When the boss uncle and Sui Qingchi met, they found that they recognized each other.
At first he recognized the boss, but when he saw Sui Qingchi, his eyes widened like brass bells: "Good boy, it's you!"
Fu Cuo turned his head to look at Sui Qingchi. Sui Qingchi was looking at the guitar on the wall, but he was suddenly identified. He looked puzzled, walked over to look at the boss, frowned and said, "I don't know you, who are you?" Uncle?"
"You don't know me, but I remember you! Last time I played the guitar at the bridge, did you come to tear down my desk?"
Having said that, Sui Qingchi blinked slowly, and regained her memory: "Oh... so it was you."
The "oh" was hummed in a nasal voice, with a bit of disdain, Fu Cuo groaned in his heart, "Please..." He felt incredible, how long Sui Qingchi has only been here, less than three months, probably. This is making trouble with others, really worthy of Sui Qingchi...
For the next five minutes, he stood there and listened to the indignant boss explain the whole story. It turned out that a few weeks ago, the boss played a piece of "1729" by LOTUS in a street performance. After listening to it, he commented: "I'm so embarrassed to play so many mistakes?"
The boss pulled Fu Cuo to comment: "Tell me, is there someone who dismantles people like this? Besides, I'm not a performer, it's purely a hobby. Have you seen me taking money?"
Sui Qingchi said: "I'm not wrong."
The boss choked on his righteous attitude, blushed and said, "It's one thing to be wrong, do you have a tutor—"
Fu Cuo knew that Sui Qingchi couldn't hear people mentioning this the most, and when he turned his head, Sui Qingchi's eyes immediately became a little cruel, and he took a step to stand in front of Fu Cuo, and confronted the boss head-on, without saying anything If he didn't do it, the boss automatically shut down like the mouse that saw the cat.
Fu Cuo originally fell in love with an acoustic guitar with a good price-performance ratio. Who would want to make such a fuss? The boss even asked him directly: "Did you buy it or did he buy it?"
Sui Qingchi frowned and asked, "Is there a difference?"
The boss snorted, "There's a big difference," he said to Fu Cuo, "I'll give you a discount if you buy it, but I see that it's what he wants to buy, so there's no discount."
Fu Cuo really had nothing to do, so he had no choice but to lower his face: "Look at my face, it's cheaper, we are all poor students..."
The boss stared wide-eyed and scanned Sui Qingchi from head to toe: "I've never seen a poor student wearing limited edition Nikes!"
Sui Qingchi was laughed angrily, and lowered her head to look at her shoes: "Then I come barefoot, will you give it to me for free?"
The boss has opened a shop near CTR for many years. He has never seen a college student who can hate him so much, and he was so angry by his nephew who is in junior high school. Although the owner in front of him looks like a vigorous college student, Hun'er is still a As a junior high school student, he doesn't know how to lower his posture if he wants anything from others. He was an eye-opener today, and asked Fu Cuo, "Who is he to you?"
Fu Cuo looked back at Sui Qingchi, pulled the boss aside, and said in a low voice, "It's my cousin. We grew up together. He's a little ignorant, but he's not a bad person. He just met him when he met him." It's easy to be serious about music, but he has always listened to me. I have grown up so much that I have only spoiled him... "
"I see." The boss snorted angrily.
"I'll apologize to you for his dismantling," Fu Cuo said, "I'll talk to him when I get back. Tomorrow is his birthday, so I wanted to give him a guitar. I didn't tell him, can you... Think it was sold to me?"
The boss also saw that Fu Cuo really had nothing to say about this brat who had no tutor, and the money for the guitar was probably paid by Fu Cuo. He didn't like that kid, but he had a good impression of Fu Cuo. Good-looking, good-natured, I helped him twice before, so I could only sigh: "Well, for your sake." He glanced at Sui Qingchi again, "Oh, it's different when someone favors you..."
Sui Qingchi tilted his neck and looked this way, seeing that both of them were looking at him, he raised his eyebrows indifferently.
Fu paid the money by mistake and bought another set of strings. The boss glanced at Sui Qingchi who was holding the guitar and plucking the strings, and said, "Boy, four words can describe your current appearance."
Sui Qingchi put down the guitar, put it in the guitar bag, "stabbed it" and zipped it up, and said, "Do you want to say that you are proud of being favored?"
The boss raised his eyebrows, heh, the brat's heart is clear, but looking at this young man in fresh clothes and angry horse, he couldn't help but say more: "Boy, someone who came here will remind you, don't tear down other people's house in front of you!" Taiwan, you will cause a lot of trouble if you get out of society with your temper."
Sui Qingchi put the guitar bag on his shoulder, raised his eyebrows: "Thank you for the advice."
The boss shook his head, yes, he didn't listen at all.
After leaving the musical instrument store, Sui Qingchi asked Fu Cuo with some concern: "What did you say to him?"
Fu wrongly smiled and said nothing.
Sui Qingchi glanced at him, he was very curious and wanted to get to the bottom of it, but Fu Cuo smiled, and there was nothing he could do, his bones seemed to be softening, and he surrendered automatically. He took out his mobile phone and said, "How much is it?" , I will forward it to you."
Fu Cuo scanned the guitar on Sui Qingchi's back and asked, "Do you like this guitar?"
Sui Qingchi took off the guitar bag, unzipped it, took it out and looked at it again. Although it was still just a plywood piano, but the neck of the piano was in his hand, he couldn't put it down. He looked down and said, "I like it," and was careful. Put it back, and said softly, "You chose."
The four words had a nasal sound, and Fu Cuo saw the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"Sui Qingchi."
Sui Qingchi put the bag back on her shoulders, raised her eyebrows and waited for him to speak.
"Happy birthday." Fu Cuo said, "Although it was a day earlier."
Sui Qingchi froze for a moment, only to remember that he will be 19 years old tomorrow.
"So you don't have to transfer the money to me," Fu Cuo said with a smile, "This is your birthday present."
Sui Qingchi didn't know what to say for a while. If he knew it was a birthday gift prepared by Fu Cuo, and if he knew it was in that shop, when he passed the bridge, he couldn't bear to tear down that platform...
Fu Cuo looked down at his phone: "It's getting late, I have to go to dinner, you go back first."
Sui Qingchi reflexively said, "I'll see you off."
Fu Cuo smiled: "Why are you sending me off, will you run with me?"
That's right, Sui Qingchi thought, he couldn't send him off. Suddenly, I regret that apart from simple company and so-called liking, I have nothing to give to the other party, but Fu Cuo has been giving him, whether it is love or companionship, tolerance, gifts, and a house to live together , the bed they slept in, the wardrobe they used together, the toothpaste and cups they used together, the instant noodles and fried rice cakes they ate together... They were obviously not rich at all, yet they could give him so much.
Musical instruments are things that fascinate people. Back at the apartment, Sui Qingchi held the guitar and played it for an hour. Before he knew it, it was getting dark, and he got up and turned on the light when he couldn't see the guitar score clearly.
I warmed up a box of fried rice cakes for dinner. I took out the rice cakes from the microwave oven and just ate a piece when I heard the sound of water dripping from behind. Looking back, the colorful neon lights outside the window became hazy, and the rain was overwhelming without warning. The ground fell, and in the blink of an eye, the rain was crackling on the window lattice. With the hot fried rice cake in his hand, he stared at the damp light in the distance for a while, then suddenly put down the fried rice cake that he had just eaten, and grabbed the phone on the coffee table.
It's half past eight, there's still time!
I packed my cell phone and took the keys, changed my shoes at the entrance, took the umbrella by the door, pushed the door open and thought of something, hurried back into the house, and closed the window against the torrential rain blowing in obliquely.
Her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead, her face was covered with icy cold rain, but her heart was burning hot.
Going downstairs and opening the umbrella, the rain hit the umbrella like drumsticks, Sui Qingchi stepped into the rain, and immediately there was the sound of rushing water under his feet, as if he was crossing a river. When he arrived at the subway station, he remembered that he didn't even know where Fu Cuo's restaurant was, so he sent a WeChat message to AK while getting off the escalator: Where does Fu Cuo work part-time
After swiping the card to enter the subway station, the AK sent him the location when the announcement of the train entering the station sounded.
The subway roared into the station, Sui Qingchi raised his head anxiously to confirm the direction behind the crowd, and found that it was the train that had just entered the station, his eyes lit up, he was lucky, he squeezed in just before the door closed.
The heavy rain obviously caught many people by surprise. Many people in the carriage drenched their hair and clothes, and the train floor was wet. Sui Qingchi leaned against the entrance, and a girl slipped by the door. He gave him a hand.
The girl raised her head and said "Thank you" in a low voice, but unfortunately the handsome little brother ignored her, and just looked up at the rows of station names, not knowing what he was thinking.
But it should be something that makes him happy, because the eyes are bright.
It was exactly ten past nine when Sui Qingchi arrived at the dining bar. The rain hadn't stopped, but it was a little lighter. There were quite a few customers in this dining bar, which showed that the business was good. He walked across the zebra crossing with an umbrella in hand. Behind the windows, he saw Fu Cuo, who was wearing a black and white waiter uniform, shuttling between the dining tables. The inaudible piano arpeggio, Sui Qingchi thought at that moment: The person I like is so beautiful.
Fu Cuo gets off work at 9:30, but it is usually not so punctual. He plans to wait outside for a while. The benches under the tree are all wet, so he can only stand and wait, with an umbrella in one hand and a mobile phone in the other. Well, I saw that Fu Cuo accidentally hit the head of the guest behind with his arm when he turned around with the plate. In fact, the guest pulled the chair too far out, almost blocking half of the aisle, but Fu Cuo turned around immediately and said sorry, The bald man was obviously drunk, so he stood up furiously, pointed at Fu Cuo and scolded him. No matter how much Fu Cuo apologized, he never forgave him. Sui Qingchi couldn't stand it anymore, and walked towards the dining bar angrily, but was suddenly pulled back, he turned his head violently, it was Tan Si.
"Why are you here?" Tan Si asked him, seeing the umbrella in Sui Qingchi's hand, as if he understood.
Sui Qingchi shook off his hand, saw the owner of the dining bar come over to personally apologize to the guests, dismissed Fu Cuo, and calmed down a little, saying, "I'll come and see him."
"Come and pick him up," Tan Si said, "I wanted to drop by and go back with him. Does he know you're coming?"
Sui Qingchi didn't speak.
That's why I don't know, Tan thought.
He knew what Sui Qingchi was going to do, and he was glad that he caught him in time. The thing that could have been over by paying for a meal at most, if Sui Qingchi was allowed to go in, it might not end so easily.
Following Sui Qingchi's gaze, at the corner of the dining bar, the boss was talking to Fu Cuo, and finally patted Fu Cuo's arm. Tan Si was relieved seeing this, seeing Sui Qingchi still frowning subconsciously, It seems that the one who suffers the grievance and humbles himself is himself.
"He cherishes this job very much," Tan Si said, "The rent of the apartment you live in is not cheap, and the rent was raised at the beginning of the year."
Sui Qingchi asked numbly, "How much is the rent?"
Tan Si skipped this question: "Originally AK knew a brother who was looking for a roommate. When the rent rose, I and AK suggested that he share the room. The rent can save a lot. It is also close to our place, and it is also an elevator room, but he said You may have to take the college entrance examination early."
He didn't say anything later, Sui Qingchi looked at Tan Si in astonishment.
"Tuition fees, living expenses and rent expenses are definitely not enough just to sing every week. I am the same as him, so I know it very well, but occasionally my mother can transfer some money to me for emergencies," Tan Si paused here. , and finally just said, "The job of the restaurant bar is really important to him."
Sui Qingchi's Adam's apple rolled, as if hesitating to speak, but also as if he was unable to speak.
Tan Si looked back at the direction of the dining bar: "If you wait for him here, I will leave first."
Closing is approaching, the number of customers in the dining bar is getting less and less, and the rain has stopped. Sui Qingchi is the last person on this street who realizes that the rain has stopped, so he puts away the umbrella dully, and suddenly doesn't know what he is doing here .
Tan Si had already told him in the most euphemistic language not to cause Fu Cuo to lose his job because of impulsiveness. The more tactful he was, the more uncomfortable he was, but he was also grateful to Tan Si for pulling him back in time.
After standing for a long time, he still dialed the number that he hadn't dialed for a long time. He thought he would never dial again in his life.
As soon as the call was connected, he said, "Send me some money."
After the rain stopped, the long street at night was very quiet, which made his voice monotonous and mechanical, like a heartless robot who didn't know what shame was.
The phone was silent for a few seconds before a woman sarcastically laughed: "Why, aren't the wings stiff? How long have you been out? Half a year? Just thinking about asking for money?"
Sui Qingchi leaned back on the railing of the sidewalk, the cold hard iron pressed against his back, the damp chill kept rushing into his body, he stared hard at the person in the dining bar, and let his mother sit on the other side of the phone mocking him:
"I haven't lived a single day of comfort since I gave birth to you, a money-loser! Because of you, I was slapped all over the street, because of you, and because of you, I was angry with your rich father and family. I didn't do anything for you." Ever?! Afraid that you will be looked down upon at school, I will buy you the best everything! How much money will I spend to settle things for you?! Let’s not talk about this, did you ever think about it when you gave up studying abroad? Over me?! If you don’t get ahead and don’t slap them in the face, what do you use to compete with your rich brothers?! Sui Qingchi and the others are really right, you are a worthless bastard who invested money in you It’s worse than depositing in a bank fixed deposit!”
"Give me money?" Sui Qingchi asked numbly, watching Fu Cuo walk into the staff room, come out after changing his clothes, put on his bag and say goodbye to his colleagues, what he heard was still crazy cursing, he felt that he It seems to be split into two halves, and there is an extremely unreal sense of tearing. I can’t tell which side is reality and which side is a dream. The only thing I know is not to think too much. The shame of throwing away his self-esteem could kill him.
Fu Cuo opened the door and walked out of the restaurant. Sui Qingchi turned his back to him, and said to the woman on the other end of the phone who was still furious, "Otherwise I'll go find your new lover."
Sui's mother was muted by his faint words, and after a long time, she said coldly: "Why didn't I fall for you back then?"