Gone With the Wind

Chapter 36

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At 10:30 in the evening, Fu Cuo walked upstairs slowly carrying his things. In fact, his body was not very tired, but his heart was lingering. The light came out, illuminating the floor outside the door and his canvas shoes. At that moment, his mood improved miraculously.

He opened the door, but there was no one in the room. He was a little surprised. He walked to the sofa and put his things on the coffee table, only to see a box of fried rice cakes that had been completely cooled beside him. Just as he was wondering, he heard a voice behind him:

"Why didn't you close the door when you entered?"

Fu Cuo turned around and saw Sui Qingchi who came back after him with an umbrella. He put the umbrella away by the porch, closed the door behind him, and looked forward: "What did you buy?"

"Oh," Fu Cuo smiled and moved away, "I think I still need this for my birthday."

It was a small birthday cake. Sui Qingchi smiled when he saw it, walked over and bent down to take a closer look. From the handle of the cake box, he could see the cake inside. Although it was not big, his name and The four words "Happy Birthday" are not missing, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Wow, it's too romantic."

"It's just a birthday cake, why is it so romantic?"

"Because my boyfriend bought it." Sui Qingchi maintained a bent posture, raised his head and smiled at him, "You want to blow out the candles with me later."

Fu Cuo wondered if this was a statement, a request, or a coquettish act

Sui Qingchi sat down on the sofa, untied the red strap, and opened the cake box. The fragrance of fresh fruits could already be smelled from this distance.

Fu Cuo looked at the three characters "Sui Qingchi" on the cake and said, "Sui has too many strokes, and the writing is a bit blurred."

Sui Qingchi still held the lid in his hand, looked at the cake as well, and said, "You can write Qingchi as well."

In fact, I knew it in advance. He came back after Fu Cuo. I saw him going to a cake shop on the way. It was almost ten o'clock at that time. The door of the cake shop was half closed and ready to close. Fu Cuo leaned over and got in. After a while, he brought out this cake, which was about the size of a small pizza.

Fu Cuo looked at his phone: "There is still an hour and twelve o'clock."

"Okay," Sui Qingchi put the lid back on again, stood up on his knees, "I'll take a shower first."

"Sui Qingchi," Fu Cuo called to him, his eyes fell on the mud spots on the bottom of his jeans, "Where did you just go?"

"I was bored by myself, so I went to see a movie." Sui Qingchi said while picking up his clothes.

"Why don't you ask me to go with you?"

"I'm afraid you don't like it."

Fu Cuo watched Sui Qingchi take clean clothes from the wardrobe and go to the bathroom, curious: "What movie?"

Sui Qingchi stood in front of the door and thought for a while: "A master of how to train a dragon."

"Does it look good?"

The bathroom door was closed, and a voice came through the door: "Long is very handsome."

That night they took a shower, sat on the sofa with half-damp hair, and blew out the candles, and the room went dark.

Fu Cuo asked Sui Qingchi what wish he had made, and Sui Qingchi opened his mouth to say it, but Fu Cuo hurriedly said, "I can't say it!"

Sui Qingchi blinked: "Didn't you ask me?"

"I thought you would let me guess..." Fu Cuo said dumbfoundedly, "it won't work if you say it."

Sui Qingchi raised her eyebrows: "There is such a saying," looked at the cake quite eye-openingly, "I thought it was all made up in TV dramas..."

The lights hadn't been turned on yet, only the distant light outside the window faintly reflected Sui Qingchi's side face, Fu Cuo really wanted to ask, do you know nothing

Sui Qingchi leaned forward, put his elbows on his knees, stared at the small cake for a while, raised his hand and lightly flicked the candle: "...what to do, I'm a little reluctant to eat it."

"There will be a lot more in the future." Fu Cuo couldn't help but say, "There will be bigger cakes, which can be eaten with Tan Si AK and fans."

Sui Qingchi still didn't move, he raised his body, and handed the knife to Fu Cuo: "You cut it."

On her nineteenth birthday, Sui Qingchi made a wish seriously and kept it a secret, but that wish did not come true in the end.

Later, he often thought, it would be better to say it at the time. At least that's something to gain...

The reason why Tan Si chose to work part-time in the bar was not only because of the high tips, but also because he could occasionally pick up a driver or two after get off work. That night, he was driving for a drunk customer in the bar next door. The car ran out of gas, so he went to the nearest gas station. Looking out drunk, Shang suddenly blew a whistle and asked him, "Is that little brother upright?"

Tan Si glanced in the direction of his wink, and was startled when he saw the tall boy turn around after helping a car with gas, and raised his hat casually.

Sui Qingchi? !

He was stunned, and the owner of the car slapped on the door and shouted at him, "It's full!"

Sui Qingchi turned her head this way when she heard the sound, and saw Tan Si.

The owner of the car saw the handsome boy walking straight towards this side, turned his head in surprise and asked Tan Si: "Do you know him?"

"...well, my friend."

Sui Qingchi came over, walked around the front of the car, glanced at the drunk car owner who was still looking up at him with his mouth open, and asked Tan Si, "Do you want to drive?"

Tan Si nodded, and hung up the oil gun. Sui Qingchi was wearing a blue-gray overalls with cuffs rolled up on his forearms, and a work cap of the same color. He looked very handsome in such a suit. He walked around the front of the car At that time, Tan Si even heard his driver's guest clutching his chest and sighing at him: "Your friend is too jb handsome..."

Tan Si didn't know what Sui Qingchi's mood was at the moment when he was found working at the gas station. After all, he was also an arrogant young man, so he didn't mention it at all: "By the way, the boss told me today that he Friends agreed to let us go to the Livehouse to sing."

"Really?" Sui Qingchi nodded thoughtfully, "That's good."

"Then I'll see him off first." Tan Si pulled the door and sat in. Sui Qingchi watched him start the car outside the station. Tan Si suddenly raised her head and asked, "Does Fu Cuo know?"

Sui Qingchi shook his head: "I'll tell him," he patted the window, "Be careful on the road."

When Fu Cuo woke up in the morning, he found that there was nothing beside him. Turning his head, Sui Qingchi was sitting by the bed, wearing a pure white sports jacket, quietly arching his back and lowering his head, as if he had been sitting like this for a long time. On his fair side face and pure white jacket, it seemed that his whole body was glowing white. Fu mistakenly saw that he was holding the mobile phones of the two of them in his hand, and was a little strange. Sui Qingchi tapped his mobile phone, and when he turned around and saw that he was awake, he smiled and put the mobile phone back on the bedside table.

Fu Cuo sat up, took the phone and clicked on it, and found that Sui Qingchi had transferred 5,000 yuan in WeChat, and had already received it for him: "Why did you transfer the money to me?"

Sui Qingchi put his mobile phone into his pocket, and the white jacket rustled in the quiet bedroom. It was as lazy as his smile just now, but it was also gentle. Sui Qingchi looked at him and said, "I found it." A job, not bad, you will pay the rent for half a year, and I will pay for half a year."

Fu Cuo frowned: "What job?"

"At the gas station."

"Gas station?" Fu Cuo pursed his lower lip, and said after deliberation, "Actually, you have a scholarship, so there's no need to work so hard. Anyway, I have to pay the rent if I live alone."

"I don't think it's hard work," Sui Qingchi said. "I think it's pretty good to be self-reliant. Originally, I wanted to go to the restaurant where you work part-time. After thinking about it, I don't want to trouble you. It's good to work at a gas station." , although a bit laborious and monotonous, but very simple.”

Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi, AK often said that Sui Qingchi had a sun-drenched aura, maybe because of his long legs, he could stride wide wherever he sat. Very chic, with his hands still in his pockets, he still looks free and easy and proud, but something has changed. The boy in the second year of middle school has quietly and secretly compromised in front of life. He doesn't know whether he should feel grateful or Feeling sorry for it, I could only raise an encouraging smile and say, "We will get better, and we will get better and better."

"This is very good," Sui Qingchi said, "I dare not think about it." He lowered his eyes and looked at the slippers of the two side by side, with a stroke of light shining on them.

"When more and more people know Xifeng, it will only get better and better in the future. When the band has money, we will buy a villa and the four of us will live together." Fu Cuo said.

After saying this, it's really unbelievable to think about it carefully. He himself never believed it, and was so confused that he would write such an unrealistic empty promise. But at that time, apart from these "bright futures", they had nothing else to promise each other.

Thanks to Uncle Yao, Xifeng got the Livehouse pass. At the first performance, everyone was unsure. It got off to a good start, but the scene was full in the second game, and it was almost full after that.

More and more people bought tickets to watch their performances. In less than a year, they sang from a small venue with 200 people to a TOP Livehouse with 800 people. With the invitation, the number of Weibo fans also soared from 20,000 to more than 200,000. That microblog was originally managed by AK, but later Tan Si asked AK to hand over the password because he was afraid that he would talk indiscriminately. Xifeng's Weibo account is related to their private account, except for Tan Si, who is in charge of the account, so he doesn't bother to use the account. Among the three, Sui Qingchi undoubtedly has the most fans, almost equal to that of Xifengda, which often makes AK gnash his teeth with envy.

The band finally has money, and they are no longer struggling. When eating barbecue together, AK said: "Brother Wrong, I think you can return that house, let's rent a bigger one!"

Sui Qingchi ate pork belly with one hand in his pocket, without raising his eyes, he said, "It's not necessary to live anywhere."

AK pouted: "You two live in such a small single room, don't you feel cramped?"

"Squeeze?" Sui Qingchi touched Fu Cuo beside him with his left arm in his pocket while eating pork belly.

"It's okay." Fu Cuo shrugged while roasting the corn. It is true that they can move out, but it is far from the time when they can splurge and enjoy.

"It's no wonder it's not crowded," AK said, "it's as crowded as a pigsty!"

Sui Qingchi put down the chopsticks with a "snap".

AK folded his hands on his chest and hid back.

Sui Qingchi said: "In terms of weight, you are the pig among the four of us."

AK pulled Tan Si and yelled: "Personal attack! Is it Brother Tan who will be fined for personal attack?"

Sui Qingchi directly took out a hundred yuan and slapped it on the table without frowning.

This year, they still went to Uncle Yao's bar to sing every week, because the bar was always overcrowded for the weekly residency, and Uncle Yao offered to increase their singing fee, but Fu Cuo refused. Afterwards, Sui Qingchi asked him why he didn't accept it, and Fu Cuo said that the boss was kind to us, and we are not short of money now anyway.

Sui Qingchi lay back on the sofa, playing with Rhythm Master, and said, "Why are you not short of money, and you still need to buy the villa you want..."

Fu Cuo turned around from the workbench, with the headset hanging around his neck, a little surprised: "Do you still remember?"

"Are you going to forget?" Sui Qingchi looked sideways at him.

The sofa is behind the workbench, and Sui Qingchi rests his head on the sofa cushions, looking over with his head tilted sideways, his eyes are very serious.

Fu Cuo was at a loss for words for a while.

"Okay, I won't disturb your creation, I'll go for a walk." Sui Qingchi sat up, put down her long legs, stepped on the slippers, looked down at the phone on the sofa, put it back, then got up and took a A coat is out.

Closing the door behind him, Sui Qingchi walked to the balcony, took out his mobile phone, and looked down at the photos on Weibo. After the last performance, some fans gave Fu Cuo and Tan Si the same gift. The little yellow man with the guitar, he originally thought it was just two fans who gave the same gift. Today, when he checked Weibo, he realized that the gift was made for the two of them by the same fan, and the little yellow man who gave it to Tan Si also played. Not a guitar, but a bass. Fans also posted a group photo on Weibo, without him and AK, only Fu Cuo and Tan Si.

Po posted this group photo without even @西风的大号, only circled Fu Cuo, Fu Cuo did not repost this Weibo, but thanked fans back, Sui Qingchi searched "@西风Fu" on Weibo Wrong" keyword, and then turned to three pages.

He clicked into the fan's Weibo again, and found that there were a lot of Fu Cuo and Tan Si's content on her Weibo, including photos and interactive descriptions. There seemed to be quite a few so-called fans who commented on her. Guan turned through one by one, and found that some people did not follow Xifeng, nor did he follow his lead singer, but only followed a Weibo topic called "Wrong Thinking".

Knowing that this is just fan fiction and self-entertainment, but for some reason, I still feel uncomfortable in my heart, and I can't let go of it for a whole day.