Gone With the Wind

Chapter 4

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"Master, listen to this, "Inventory of Superstars Who Supported Half of the Entertainment Industry by One Person"..."

In the nanny's car, Sui Qingchi closed his eyes, and the assistant Wang Xiaoou in the front row was enthusiastically reading to him an article posted by an online marketing account:

"If it is said that half of the world of Yitian and Shengnian was built by LOTUS, then Sui Qingchi supported it alone, far more than half of Huanyi's world. He also relied on his own strength..."

Wang Xiaoou got stuck reading this, and Liu Mei who was on the side glanced at the content on the phone, and immediately gave Wang Xiaoou a warning glance. Wang Xiaoou turned her head and peeked at Sui Qingchi in the back row. Her grandfather was leaning on the back of the chair with his head tilted, hoping to fall asleep...

Unexpectedly, Sui Qingchi suddenly said: "How can I rely on my own strength?"

The chubby female assistant was busy scrolling on the phone, Sui Qingchi opened her eyes and sat up, asking, "Did you find a good sentence?"

Wang Xiaoou put down his phone: "I'm sorry, sir, I thought..."

Sui Qingchi took the phone over, but Wang Xiaoou didn't dare to snatch it from him at all. Sui Qingchi took the phone and glanced at it, closed it and exited expressionlessly: "On the Internet, there are only those who teach you how to scold me, there is no way to teach you how to scold me." Praise me." He said and threw the phone back to the assistant.

Seeing Sui Qingchi crossing his legs and looking out of the window with a calm expression, Wang Xiaoou carefully asked, "Master, are you not angry?"

"Of course I'm angry." Sui Qingchi said coldly, rubbing the thumb of his right hand against his clenched fingers.

Wang Xiaoou didn't dare to say anything, he closed his mouth and turned his head.

Sui Qingchi came to the company today to select songs for the new album together with the planner and producer Wu Tian. After listening to the demos all morning, he was not satisfied with the alternative songs. Tian was also very helpless: "What kind of song do you want?"

There was still a song in the notebook, Sui Qingchi leaned back in the chair, stared at the progress bar slowly advancing on the screen, and said absent-mindedly: "I want something like "How I Love You", the piano is the first one. The melody can make people feel emotional, and there is no redundant part in the arrangement of the instruments..." After finishing speaking, Wu Tian didn't reply, and then he thought what he was talking about, so he sat up and asked, "Where is the song of Teacher Yufei?"

Wu Tian shrugged: "I didn't make an appointment, saying that I don't have time recently, and I will strive for the next cooperation."

Sui Qingchi frowned and stared at him, unable to say a word.

Wu Tian had already seen hidden anger in his eyes: "Do you have to have him?"

Sui Qingchi didn't speak, and sat up again to replay the demos. Wu Tian saw that he was patiently trying to outdo the short ones, but finally cut off one by one.

The playlist came to an end, Wu Tian asked, "Can't you choose a capital?"

Assistant Xiaoou brought in coffee for the two of them, but Sui Qingchi didn't drink it, stood up and said, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

Wu Tian drank coffee alone, full of thoughts. As a music producer, he was very aware of what happened recently. Some people said that Sui Qingchi's New West Wind had no body but no soul. Some people said that Sui Qingchi relied on his own He has supported half of the headlines and hot searches in the entertainment industry. When he debuted, this young man was praised by excited music critics as "I can see the shadow of tomorrow's king from him" because of his extraordinary singing skills and amazing expressiveness. Now this young man The prophecy can be regarded as a prophecy to a certain extent. The label of Tianwang has been inseparable from Sui Qingchi, but it has changed from "Tomorrow Tianwang" to "Flow Tianwang" and "Zhonger Tianwang". He understands Sui Qingchi's anxiety, he is a singer, what he needs is not topics, not popularity, but good works. For this reason, Sui Qingchi even tried to write songs himself, but soon realized that he didn't have this talent, and gave up without much struggle.

It would be fine if he was just a traffic superstar from the beginning to the end, but Sui Qingchi was born as the lead singer of a band, and he positioned himself as a singer from the beginning, and this has never changed.

It's also quite miserable, everything backfires...

After drinking all the coffee, I didn't see Sui Qingchi coming back. Wu Tian was also a bit addicted to cigarettes, so he took his cigarettes and went to the stairwell. When he walked outside the stairwell, he heard two men chatting:

"I heard that Sui Qingchi asked Lao Fei to make an appointment to sing, but he didn't make an appointment again."

"Oh, I'm embarrassed for him. Tang Duyue's song is the same as the other. Last time at Wu Tian's birthday party, the two of them seemed to be chatting pretty well. I thought there was something going on this time, but it turned out..."

"I did it myself. Look at his sluggish appearance. He must have been playing all night again. Even the makeup can't cover the dark circles under his eyes."

"It's so obvious, how close did you get to see it? I think it's still handsome."

Wu Tian planned to open the door and cough, so that the two of them would stop talking, so that they would not be embarrassed when they met. Before the door was opened and coughed, the embarrassment would have exploded—Sui Qingchi was leaning against the wall behind the door, While smoking a cigarette, he listened to the passionate discussion between the two people below the stairs.

He stood behind the half-open door, Sui Qingchi folded his arms on his chest, and gave him a faint look, so he had no choice but to come in lightly, without disturbing the two who were complaining loudly below.

The two continued to chat for three to five minutes, the topic centered on Sui Qingchi's messy gossip, and then they probably ran out of cigarettes, so they went upstairs talking and laughing.

Sui Qingchi didn't intend to dodge, so he gave the two people who came up a cold face-to-face by surprise.

The atmosphere was extremely tense, and Wu Tian saw the two people's faces were red and white, and they hurriedly slipped out of the stairwell with their heads down.

When those two people walked away, Wu Tian couldn't help but said, "Just stay here and listen to them."

Sui Qingchi took a puff of cigarette and said, "Then it's possible that I have to get out."

Wu Tian: "..."

After returning home, Wu Tian could also see that Sui Qingchi was a little tired, and that the dark circles under his eyes were not a nonsense, but he had to look carefully to see it. He couldn't help complaining: "Today you have business to play all night..."

Assistant Wang Xiaoou wanted to say something, but Sui Qingchi clicked his tongue. She had already mastered Sui Qingchi's various onomatopoeia and small movements, so she had to shut up. Leaving the conference room, I looked back at Sui Qingchi's energetic back, and thought unwillingly, he didn't play all night...

"There are twelve songs in the album, in addition to the two that were released before, we need to choose ten more," Wu Tian said, "I will help you choose, I will choose thirteen, and then you will choose three Just go out…”

Maybe he was really sleepy, Sui Qingchi couldn't help but get distracted, remembering the songs he sang in Xifeng in the past. At that time, there were no professional producers to accompany him to choose songs, and he was not qualified to ask for songs from those big-name musicians , Fu Cuo will sing whatever Fu Cuo gives him. Anyway, what Fu Cuo gives him must be the best. He can write whatever he wants to sing, and Fu Cuo will not have any opinions on the lyrics...

I still remembered that when he opened his eyes one morning, he saw Fu Cuo leaning against the head of the bed, writing a song in the twilight of the morning sun. He knew what kind of song it was and what it should be accompanied by just looking at the way he wrote the song. the word...

Then he didn't have to ask anyone.

"At least the title song can't be left alone."

Wu Tian was a little surprised to be interrupted by Sui Qingchi so abruptly.

Sui Qingchi stood up, picked up the coat on the chair and put it on, and said, "Song, I will go to the date myself."

Wu Tian leaned forward and looked outside the door: "Are you looking for Yu Fei? It's useless, don't go!"

Sui Qingchi walked all the way to the elevator, only said "smoke", Wu Tianzheng was puzzled, and saw the fat female assistant rushing in like an angry bird, grabbing the cigarette that Sui Qingchi had forgotten on the table I chased after him.

After getting into the nanny car, Wang Xiaoou asked while fastening his seat belt, "Master, where are you going?"

"Take me back to the villa first, and then you are all fine today, go back and rest."

Being given a holiday suddenly, Wang Xiaoou felt a little happy, but she still forced herself to pretend to be unhappy, after all, her father was not very happy now.

Sui Qingchi looked at her, but didn't see through the other party's excessive force performance.

The road was a bit congested, Wang Xiaoou turned around and asked if he wanted some music, Sui Qingchi said whatever.

The station is tuned to the music channel, where a radio DJ is reading a review from a music critic:

"... Although Sui Qingchi's album sales are very high, most of them are supported by fans. Since the fifth album, his songs have become less and less popular..."

Wang Xiaoou called "Mamma Mia" in his heart and was about to change the channel, but heard Sui Qingchi say:

"Listen to him."

Wang Xiaoou and the driver looked at each other, what else could they do but listen.

"... Do you remember why Tang Du was on the hot search last time? It was because he sang "Yellow" in "Le Wang" and won a lot of applause. Sui Qingchi was on the hot search last time because of why? Because of a selfie And the sentence "Qianlang died on the beach"... "

Before the DJ finished speaking, Wang Xiaoou felt the back of the chair being kicked heavily, and almost flew forward to change the channel, thinking that this must be a knee-jerk reflex, a knee-jerk reflex!

Turned to Jiaoguang Channel, the radio station was playing a song, Wang Xiaoou recognized Tang Du's new song when he heard the prelude, and this song was written by Yu Fei, thinking why the radio station is full of thunder today, before Tang Du When the voice came out, she tactfully changed the channel, but Sui Qingchi was a little concerned about the prelude, and asked her to go back.

My father, you can't go back, you will be angry if you go back!

"What's wrong?" Sui Qingchi said, "Go back and let me hear."

The last thing Wang Xiaoou wanted was for Sui Qingchi to meet Tang Du, even if she was listening to him in the nanny's car, because Sui Qingchi was her father and Tang Du was her idol. Tang Du debuted much earlier than Sui Qingchi, and her career in the music scene was much more bumpy than Sui Qingchi's. She listened to Tang Du's songs when she was in junior high school, and bought every CD. Naively fantasized that there might be a chance to meet the God of Songs himself in the future, but he didn't get his wish once. Even for a music program like "The King of Music", if you invite Sui Qingchi, you will definitely not invite Tang Du, and vice versa. Everyone seems to agree to abide by the rules of the game where the king does not see the king.

The song went back, and Tang Du's singing brought a sudden dead silence in the nanny's car.

Wang Xiaoou glanced back carefully. Sui Qingchi was facing out the window, unable to see his expression clearly. Although it was a song by his old enemy in the music world, it was obviously because of the good song. As an assistant, following Sui Qingchi's immersion in the music circle for so many years, he also knows very well that Yu Fei's songs are not only good, but also the style is more suitable for Sui Qingchi. In the last season of "The King of Music", Sui Qingchi sang the song "Shame" written by Yu Fei to Tang Du. Although the industry dare not compare the two rashly, among ordinary fans, even those who don't like Sui Qing Those of you who love Chi have to admit that this is a model of cover singing by Katsuhara.

I don't know why, Teacher Yufei always seems to be at odds with Sui Qingchi...

Zhong Dao came to the bar to sing a few times. Fu Cuo not only taught him how to read notation, but also occasionally taught him pronunciation skills. Teaching notation is good, but guiding singing is not a good job. Sui Qingchi went to observe a few vocal music lessons, but he felt that they were useless. Most of the singing and pronunciation skills he knew came from Sui Qingchi, which Sui Qingchi had not yet begun to understand in SLS. At that time, the use of the cavity was already proficient. Asking him to guide Zhong Dao now is tantamount to letting him teach Zhong Dao what Sui Qingchi taught him. If Sui Qingchi knew, how would he think of him? On the one hand, you want to draw a clear line with me, and on the other hand, you give what I gave you to others, Fu Cuo, are you cheap

The only consolation is that Zhong Dao successfully stood out from the audition of "The Strongest Voice on the Surface". That day, Fu Cuo received a call from AK as soon as he woke up, reporting the good news to him, and asking, "Are you home today?"

Fu Cuo sat up and had a bad feeling: "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I should have thanked you in person, but I have class today, so I asked Zhong Dao to come to you to thank you in person!"

"what?"

As soon as the phone hung up, the doorbell rang. Fu Cuo frowned and opened the curtains. The sun was shining in. It was already noon. He replied "wait a minute", got up and quickly put on his pants and put on a pullover. The door opened, and Zhong Dao was wearing a baseball cap, holding a bag of... Red Fuji in his hand with great joy.

"Brother AK asked me to come." The boy in the baseball cap said stiffly.

Fu Cuo looked down at the bag of bright red apples and said, "I don't like apples."

Zhong Dao frowned: "Really? That guy asked me to buy some fruit as a thank you gift..." He probably felt that he was shirking responsibility by saying this, so he said, "Then what fruit do you like? I'll buy it again."

Fu Cuo said: "Watermelon."

Zhong Dao felt that this man was not easy to deal with.

Although Zhong Dao's young man looked like he was looking for revenge, as an adult, Fu Cuo let the younger generation in, and left a sentence, "You do what you want, I'll wash my face first."

In the bathroom, he was brushing his teeth while trying to figure out how to deal with this young man. There had been no guests at home for a long time, and he always looked at Zhong Dao as if he was looking at Sui Qingchi. Leave after delivering the apples, or stay and eat an apple.

He lowered his head and spit out foam, when he heard music coming from outside—it was a song he just made up last night.

Zhong Dao was attracted only after listening to the prelude. He thought that people who play underground bands like Fu Cuo and AK should make punk music, but he didn't expect this song to be so beautiful, with a slow and restrained melody. The cello adds a little background sound effect, the simplest and most simple addition, but it adds the feeling of falling from the clouds.

It's just that the key of this song is also surprisingly high, and he doubts whether he can control it, or this is a song written for female singers at all.

Just after listening to the first chorus, it was stopped. Fu Cuo came over and turned off the arrangement software directly.

Zhong Dao looked up and saw Fu Cuo's rare cold expression, and knew that he had done something wrong: "I'm sorry, I saw that your notebook was not closed, and I was a little curious, so I clicked to listen."

Fu Cuo closed the notebook and said, "Do you know who you acted like just now?"

Zhong Dao frowned: "Like who?"

"Sui Qingchi."

Zhong Dao hates being said to be like Sui Qingchi the most, and he knows that Fu Cuo deliberately said that to scare him off: "Okay, I swear there will be no second time."

After Fu Cuo finished speaking, he also felt that he had gone too far. He had done this kind of thing that hurt people once, and he regretted it until now. It's just that I was really a little angry just now. What was written in the notebook was his own secret, and he didn't want anyone to hear it.

The two of them sat on one side of the sofa and the other sat on the other side, silent to each other, each having their own concerns.

The melody of the song lingered in Zhong Dao's mind like magic. He couldn't hold it back just after he swore, and asked feverishly, "Can I sing this song? I've listened to it anyway."

This is justifiable... Fu Cuo felt that there was no need to reflect on it halfway through introspection: "I don't want to sing this song for anyone."

Zhong Dao was puzzled: "Isn't the song written to be sung?" Suddenly he frowned again, "Do you think I'm not worthy of singing?"

This sensitivity can catch up with a certain king of heaven, Fu Cuo thought angrily and funny, and asked him, "Why did you come to me?"

"Thank you for your guidance, and by the way, I want you to check and accept the results of your guidance," Zhong Dao said, and asked again, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

Fu Cuo didn't ask him why, and he was a little curious about what he wanted to do, so he wrote him a check? He threw a pen to him: "The paper is gone."

Zhong Dao unscrewed the pen cap, lowered his head and began to write on his hand.

Fu Cuo was stunned for a second, as if he saw nineteen-year-old Sui Qingchi for a moment.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but he was immersed in the pattering rain in a trance. The phantom of the rain after many years seemed to send a chill down his spine.

That day, he and Sui Qingchi went to perform at a place introduced by their seniors, but the two of them took the bus in the wrong direction, and were trapped in a remote station by heavy rain. The experience of being isolated from the world gave birth to inspiration. He suddenly wanted to write a song that was abandoned at the end of the world. Anyway, the return bus would take half an hour at the fastest.

The rain has made the world reckless, and it seems that there is only the gray road that extends infinitely in front of them, and this small station that shelters them from the wind and rain. Holding the guitar and tried a few chords, when he was hesitant which one to use, Sui Qingchi said F key. Sui Qingchi has always been more decisive than him, and has an amazing musical intuition. He set the key of F major for the unborn song, and quickly found the right motive through aimless attempts, and the melody he hummed surprised even himself. Although there is only one acoustic guitar, there is the sound of rain hitting the road behind, and the gentle thunder in the distance, which is the most natural drum and bass.

Sui Qingchi sat there looking at the rain, listened intently for a while, then suddenly asked him: "Is there any paper and pen?"

He had a pen in his guitar case, but he didn’t bring the score. Sui Qingchi pulled out the cap of the pen, raised the pen and looked at it for a while. The thin nib carried the gaze of a handsome young man when he was thinking. soul.

Then he raised his left hand and wrote the first line of lyrics in the palm of his hand:

Suddenly a rain like a prank

Hear the voice of the world laughing

That day Sui Qingchi was wearing a white long-sleeved T-shirt. While writing on his hands, he pushed the sleeves up a little bit higher. The black writing extended from the palm of his hand to the youthful and strong forearm. After finishing writing, Sui Qingchi showed him the "lyrics" for a review, and he didn't know if he was showing off the words he wrote or showing off a part of his body. And he bowed his head to appreciate it, and he couldn't figure out whether it was the lyrics that made his heart beat, or the lines drawn by the man's arm, and the light blue veins under the lyrics that beat with his heartbeat...

The sound of Zhong Dao writing down interrupted Fu Cuo's thoughts. He didn't have time to stop Zhong Dao from singing the impromptu lyrics.

Fu Cuo kept thinking of Sui Qingchi, and occasionally got into a drama, thinking that Sui Qingchi would not handle it like this, he would handle it more loudly, just like the dome of a church... Sui Qingchi would not be so plain here Singing the past, he will definitely treat it as a memory point...

After Zhong Dao finished singing, he looked at Fu Cuo. Fu Cuo came back to his senses and said, "I've finished checking and accepting the results, you can go."

Although Zhong Dao was stubborn, he was not a stalker. After being rejected like this, he had nothing to say, so he put down his sleeves, put on his backpack and left.

As soon as he opened the door and stopped suddenly, Fu Cuo raised his head and wanted to say what else you wanted to say, but he couldn't say a word when he raised his head.

Sui Qingchi stood outside the door, and Zhong Dao's astonished expression was reflected in the sunglasses. Fu Cuo watched Zhong Dao and Sui Qingchi standing face to face. Year-old Sui Qingchi bumped into each other head-on, one wished to be blinded, and the other wished to tear the other party apart.