Originally, they thought that there would not be too many people coming to the Livehouse. After all, it was not a home venue, and the online voting was just to see if it could be done correctly. They didn't expect that it was really full that night.
There were also people who were dragged by their friends to set up the stage. When the band members came on stage, they kept asking "Which is the lead singer?" "Is the lead singer here yet?" He came here, and occasionally he could hear the phrase "The lead singer is so handsome, I think the guitarist is handsome enough", he lowered his head and picked the corners of his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed, thinking that you wouldn't think I was handsome when he came out buddy.
There was a faint blue light on the stage, and Sui Qingchi came out wearing a red skull T-shirt, and the scene immediately became excited. The blue light reflected Sui Qingchi's T-shirt into a charming purple, and he tried it on the microphone. He lowered his voice, and there were voices calling his name one after another from the audience. Fu Cuo had adjusted the microphone for him before, and there was nothing to adjust. Sui Qingchi supported the microphone and said, "Hello everyone, we are Xifeng." Then he looked back at his teammates behind him and said, "I don't know if my friends here know this allusion. The name Xifeng comes from "Ode to the West Wind", which means," after a pause, "winter is coming, spring... "
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's back, and the unresolved six characters were read out by Sui Qingchi, with a nice voice, like the first movement of a cello playing in an empty temple. Sui Qingchi can not only sing, but even speak with the beauty of music.
The fans in the audience shouted in unison: "It won't be far—"
The lead singer on stage smiled at them with satisfaction and gave them a thumbs up.
The accompaniment sounded, and the light illuminated Sui Qingchi's forehead at that moment, like a waterfall of light falling on him, Fu Cuo could only see his back, but for a person like Sui Qingchi, even his back is a landscape.
The opening song was "Beautiful", and Sui Qingchi sang the lyrics he wrote in a psychedelic voice:
once i saw a pair of eyes
gaze at it and forget the wildness
wonder in the wild
muddy swamp
no longer make sense
Fu Cuo remembered that he had never told Sui Qingchi the origin of this song, and now he heard Sui Qingchi sing about the beautiful boy who surprised him when he first met, and he sang about himself but knew nothing about it. A little bit of shame, but more of a thrill.
Sui Qingchi, the MC in the middle, left all his time for the band. He stood beside him drinking water. When the electric guitar and bass played against each other, the audience boiled again without accident. Sui Qingchi looked at Fu Cuo and Tan on the stage. Si, suddenly felt a sense of strangeness, if Fu Cuo was not Fu Cuo, and Tan Si was not Tan Si, he would probably be able to calmly agree that the fans' eyes are sharp, and the two of them can cooperate so well in a completely impromptu performance. A tacit understanding, one look at each other, can communicate, no need for lyrics, only using musical instruments to communicate, can also make people excited.
The mineral water in my hand seems to be vibrating, and my breathing can't help but be stirred up by such a passionate scene, are you jealous? A little. Envious? Too much too much.
But after all, he is the one who came later, and the tacit understanding that has developed over the years cannot be filled with love. No matter how much you love.
He understands the truth.
Because the next day is Valentine's Day, the fans in the audience are most concerned about how they will spend Valentine's Day. AK said that only the four of us will spend it! Another girl from below shouted: "Who was that with whom?" Immediately, several voices called the names of Fu Cuo and Tan Si. Fu Cuo and Tan Si looked at each other, both a little embarrassed, and AK said: "I know that everyone wants them to be a couple, but we are a straight boy band, who is not a couple with anyone... Cannon? Cannon has never been a match! Isn't Brother Tan the wrong brother?"
Tan Si was nodding. Fu Cuo didn't want to lie, especially in front of Sui Qingchi, so he had to keep quiet. The fans thought it was some kind of hint and acquiescence, and kept screaming. Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi, no Smiling while speaking, Sui Qingchi stood behind Guang and also smiled faintly.
With this look, it's fucking enough. he thought.
After the performance, I received a lot of gifts as usual. After all, many fans came from Weibo. This is the first time I saw them in real life. After getting in the car, Fu Cuo handed over a bag of gifts to Sui Qingchi, Sui Qingchi was a little surprised: "Why do you give it to me?"
Fu Cuo said: "The fans gave it to you."
AK also threw a gift box to him and said, "Take it, young master, it was given to you!"
"Why don't you give it to me directly?"
Fu Cuo doesn't know what to say, because you seem reluctant to accept it
AK didn't have so many twists and turns, and said straight and straight: "Your face is so stinky, who dares to give it to you."
Sui Qingchi was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect his face to be stinky, he didn't expect to show his emotions so obviously, he thought he was already very restrained. So anyone can see that he is not happy
AK said: "Oh, you laughed so much, fans like you so much, more people call you by your name than Xifeng..."
Sui Qingchi glanced at him sensitively, and said, "No matter how much you shout, I'm still a member of Xifeng."
AK looked puzzled and said yes, otherwise.
Fu wrongly saw that Sui Qingchi seemed to be very afraid of being excluded from the band, but he didn't know why he had this fear.
I still think too much...
There are many restaurants on the street below the express hotel until midnight. The four of them went back to the hotel after eating supper as usual. They didn’t go to bed until after two o’clock in the morning. Woke up by Sui Qingchi.
Opening her eyes sleepily and turning her head, Sui Qingchi sat behind him, leaned over to look at him, and asked, "Are you still awake?"
I really didn't wake up, I felt like I was woken up just after I fell asleep...
Sui Qingchi suddenly lay down, hugged him with the quilt on his chest, and said, "Are you more sober?"
Fu Cuo's face was pressed against Sui Qingchi's chest, only separated by a thin T-shirt. He was hugged so tightly that he could feel the shape of his pectoral muscles. It was obviously intentional. He pushed it twice and it was just In vain, he said dumbfoundingly: "Why do you have to be sober? You are not a girl, your chest is too hard..."
"Touch it, it's really not hard." Sui Qingchi said, "It's not hard here..."
"... You will be fined for this."
Sui Qingchi lowered his head, put his chin next to Fu Cuo's ear, and said softly, "I take back the last sentence, don't punish me."
"No," Fu Cuo was amused by him, "must be punished."
"I'm so poor now," Sui Qingchi begged him in a low voice, "Don't you know how much money is on my card?"
It was unbearable for him to pretend to be pitiful, so Fu Cuo had to say: "This is not an example." He asked again, "What time is it?" He reached out to get the phone by the bedside, but Sui Qingchi took it away.
He was puzzled, that meant it was really early, what was this for
"What do you want to eat?" Sui Qingchi sat up and patted his waist, "I'll go buy it."
Fu Cuo was a little confused, and his thoughts were led away by him, so he said, "Soy milk and fried dough sticks."
Sui Qingchi said: "Okay," and then pulled out a bag containing breakfast from behind by magic, which happened to be soy milk and fried dough sticks, "Get up and eat?"
Fu Cuo woke up a little bit. Have you bought all this in advance? He sat up from the quilt and asked, "What are you doing up so early?"
Sui Qingchi said, "I want to take you somewhere."
Fu Cuo thought about it and asked, "Is it a Ferris wheel?"
"..."
He was very satisfied with Sui Qingchi's expression, like a cat that fell from a cat climbing frame: "It's easy for you to see through." He said with a smile.
Sui Qingchi put the soy milk and fried dough sticks on the bedside table, and said, "Then it means we still have a tacit understanding, right?"
Fu Cuo picked up the T-shirt and nodded: "Of course."
Sui Qingchi looked at Fu Cuo's back. Fu Cuo was only wearing a black vest when he was sleeping. He was still the basketball boy back then. He was familiar with every line of his body, from the shoulders, to the circumference of the arms, to the concave line in the center of the back. , that is subtle and graceful, but also full of vigorous vitality, Sui Qingchi remembered what happened at the Livehouse last night, and couldn't help hugging him from behind.
Fu Cuo was stunned and turned around. At first, when Sui Qingchi got up early and hugged him from behind and kissed him like this, he still felt awkward, because he kissed him a little... how to say, it would make the body tremble uncontrollably? He also doesn't understand where his body is so attractive. In front of someone like Sui Qingchi who is perfect from face to body, he is actually very ordinary.
"I'm really shy when you do this..." When the itching started, he shrunk his shoulders helplessly, feeling Sui Qingchi's hand stretched into the black cotton vest, he tried his best to restrain his hand and took it out, but that The two hands are like dexterous snakes, allowing him to catch one and lose sight of the other.
It was less than seven o'clock when I got up, and it was already past eight o'clock when I went out. The two of them moved lightly, not wanting to be heard by the neighbors. After walking out of the hotel gate, Fu Cuo's cell phone rang, and it was Sui Qingchi who transferred 1,500 yuan.
When he turned his head, Sui Qingchi put the phone into the down jacket, walked down the steps, and said, "Put away yours, too."
"No need." Fu Cuo said without accepting.
"Why?" Sui Qingchi raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you say that you will be fined? You will be fined for talking dirty, and you don't need to do it with real knives and guns?"
Fu Cuo was blushed by his words, thinking that this is on the street, although there are not many people on the street, are you a little too unrestrained...
He transferred the 1,500 yuan to the band's public account, and Sui Qingchi glanced at it, a little speechless: "I won't report you if you stole it for yourself."
"Why should I take it privately?"
Sui Qingchi shook his head and walked forward, whispering: "I don't understand the style."