Gone With the Wind

Chapter 45

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Sui Qingchi was woken up by the cold. When he woke up, he fell on the sofa, his whole body was sore, especially his legs and waist. The tail of the piano still hit the floor, and he quickly lifted it up. The surface of the guitar did not look damaged, but it still made him very distressed, thinking that he was born to be a person who did not know how to cherish. In fact, he could have changed to a single-board guitar a long time ago, but he was reluctant to change it.

I don't know why I fell asleep like this. The coolness came from outside the window. It was raining outside, and the sound of the rain was a bit loud. I don't know if Fu Cuo brought an umbrella. The rain came in and wet the floor, Sui Qingchi put down the guitar, got up and walked to close the window, watching the scattered lights outside turned into hazy balls in the rain, there were not many passers-by on the road, some It was too quiet, he was a little suspicious, turned back to the sofa and sat down, picked up the phone on the coffee table.

... Is it already half past twelve

Usually Fu Cuo would come back before 10:30, what the hell is this? He looked through WeChat, but didn't find any message, so he made a call, but no one answered the call for a long time.

Sui Qingchi was a little uneasy, and waited until the other end of the phone heard "the user you dialed is temporarily unanswered" before hanging up the call.

Immediately dialed AK again, and waited for a long time for no one to answer. He began to feel a little impatient, and when he was about to hang up, someone finally picked up over there, and replied with a yawning "Hello", Sui Qingchi immediately asked : "Is Fu Cuo in your place?"

Hearing his urgent tone, AK became a little more sober: "Ah? Why do you ask me? I'm traveling with them by car. Didn't I tell you?"

It was only then that Sui Qingchi remembered that the art school was on vacation earlier than them, and the AK class organized a trip to Tibet to collect folk songs, and he would not come back until a week later.

"What's wrong?" AK asked, the quality of the call was not very good, he said loudly, "Has Fu Cuo not come back? Oh, he is probably with Tan Si, don't worry about it!"

Sui Qingchi hung up without saying anything, staring at the phone and getting tangled, should I call Tan Si? AK was right. If Fu Cuo hadn't come back, it was most likely at Tan Si's place. Maybe the two of them were having so much fun chatting about music and arranging that they forgot the time.

But at least leave me a message? Sui Qingchi thought irritably, do you think I can wash and sleep by myself in peace before you come back

He didn't want to call Tan Si, especially when he called to ask him "Is Fu Cuo with you?" With this estrangement.

After struggling for a long time, he decided to wait a little longer, maybe Fu Cuo was already on his way back. If he doesn't come back after an hour, talk about it.

The raindrops "bang bang bang" hit the glass, Sui Qingchi sat in the bright and empty room, completely sleepless, and didn't know what to do, went to wash his face halfway, and then counted the time every minute and every second. An hour seems like a year. In fact, he didn't really wait for an hour. At 1:15 in the morning, feeling that he couldn't wait any longer, he dialed the number he didn't want to dial.

After two beeps, just wait for the prompt tone of "the user you dialed has turned off" from the other end of the mobile phone.

The corridor of the hospital was quiet and empty. Fu Cuo came out of the ward. In the ward, two aunts were changing clothes for the deceased Aunt Chen. It all happened so suddenly. At 9:30, Tan Si received a call from the hospital, saying that his mother fell from the stairs when she went downstairs to throw out the garbage, and hit the back of her head on the sharp railing. Hospital. He accompanied the distraught Tan Si to the station, and received a call from the hospital on the high-speed rail, saying that he had been rescued but could not be rescued. Tan Si lost her mother in this way, and even lost the chance to see her for the last time, on a speeding train.

Standing outside the ward, Fu Cuo looked at Tan Si who was sitting in the shadow of the corridor. He had already cried loudly. He had never seen Tan Si cry like this. He had always been a very calm and restrained person, but he might be Because I am Tan Si's best friend, Tan Si can cry so presumptuously in front of him. This scene was so familiar, it reminded him of himself when he was fourteen years old, but this time the person who was accompanied became Tan Si, and the person who accompanied him became himself.

The day grandma passed away was also at night, and he cried and refused to leave like this on grandma. He gradually accepted the fact after being pulled away. This is not a dream, and no miracle will happen. He lost the dearest in his life. People think that the world has collapsed, but the world has not collapsed, the sun will still rise as usual, and life must continue immediately.

Sitting alone in the gloomy corridor of the hospital, at a loss, the elevator door opened, and he heard fourteen-year-old Tan Si calling his name: "Fu Cuo!"

Raising his head, he saw Tan Si and Aunt Chen coming out of the elevator, and Tan Si ran towards him. The tears on his cheeks had already dried up, but when he saw his friend, hot tears flowed down his dry cheeks again.

Thanks to Tan Si and Aunt Chen that day, otherwise he didn't know how to face it alone.

He remembered that he hugged Tan Si at that time, choked up and said incoherently: "I have no relatives, I am alone..."

Tan Si raised her hand to run along his agitated back, and comforted him clumsily: "You and me, we are forever friends, and we will be closer than relatives in the future!"

He will remember this sentence for the rest of his life.

The two aunts came out and said that the clothes had been changed. Fu Cuo nodded. The car that the funeral home came to pick up was ready. He walked over, sat down beside Tan Si, and said softly: "Sit for a while, we Just go."

Tan Si didn't speak, and sat with his head down as if his soul had come out of his body. After a long time, he said:

"I have always wanted to change my mother to a house with an elevator. I want to save enough money for the down payment first. If I don't save the money, I can help my mother rent a house with an elevator..."

Fu Cuo listened, but did not speak. When his grandmother died of illness, he also tried to find the reason on himself. He felt that he failed to help grandma share the burden, and that he was too ignorant to make grandma work hard and get sick.

But at that time, who knew this? So people will never be able to get rid of regret. There are too many things that can be done wrong, but it always takes a long time to realize that they are all wrong.

The lights in the car of the funeral parlor were not turned on, the air conditioner was turned on very loudly, and the driver did not speak. Fu Cuo looked at Tan Si beside him. What Tan Si is thinking now, he must be thinking, will Aunt Chen be uncomfortable and cold lying alone in the back.

The funeral home was still the one where my grandmother passed away. After arriving at the funeral home, there were some procedures. Fortunately, he was already familiar with it. He knew that Aunt Chen was saving money before she was alive, so she avoided some red tape that cost money. He only found out when it was time to pay. The mobile phone was not in the bag, so it must have been left in the dining bar. I left in a hurry and only had time to change clothes. The mobile phone was probably on the shelf.

He paid with Tan Si's mobile phone, and then the two of them sat in the mourning hall. It was almost a little later, and Tan Si called his aunt, and then sat there and notified Aunt Chen's former colleagues and friends one by one. I don't know what to do other than accompany him on the phone.

When the notification was almost over, the phone died. They didn't even bring a charger, so Fu Cuo went outside the mourning hall to see if he could borrow one.

At this time, there are probably only so many people in the funeral parlor, and the sound of mahjong seems to be very lively, but the pictures hanging in the center of the mourning hall and the smell of incense candles floating in the aisle still make people feel suffocated and uncomfortable .

A staff member downstairs borrowed them a charger. Fu Cuo took the charger back to the mourning hall on the second floor and saw Tan Si standing beside the crystal coffin, looking at his mother lying inside.

He didn't bother, and went into the room to charge his phone.

Tan Si's aunt and uncle arrived later, and Fu Cuo breathed a sigh of relief. They are now the only people in the world who are related to Tan Si by blood, but you can call them relatives, but it is difficult to treat them as relatives , They have their own relatives, but that has nothing to do with Tan Si. For Tan Si now, he is probably the closest person to him in this world.

It was almost two o'clock at this time, and my aunt asked Tan Si to rest for a while, and they watched here first. Tan Sicai went to the room with bloodshot eyes.

At two o'clock, Fu Cuo called Sui Qingchi with Tan Si's half-charged mobile phone. He went outside the mourning hall to make a call. The phone rang three times and was picked up, but he didn't hear Sui Qingchi speak. , he only heard the sound of the torrential rain over there, and many noisy voices. He even heard the alarm bell, and he was a little surprised:

"Sui Qingchi? Where are you?"

There was a heavy breathing, followed by a roar: "Where the hell did you go?!"

The voice was full of rage, even if you wanted to suppress it, you couldn't suppress it. People passing by outside the mourning hall heard it and turned their heads in surprise. Fu Cuo was very embarrassed.

He walked to the end of the corridor and said to the other side of the phone: "Sorry, I forgot my phone..."

He told Sui Qingchi all the bad news that happened tonight, thinking that Sui Qingchi would understand after explaining it clearly, but the person on the other end of the phone was completely indifferent, and even said without listening to him: " I've been looking for you all night! I thought something happened to you, but now you fucking tell me that something happened to someone else?! You can't get through on your cell phone because something happened to someone else, do you want to die with someone?!!"

You mustn't argue with the band's lead singer, the sound pressure alone can drive you crazy. But even though Fu Cuo was mentally prepared, he still couldn't accept what he heard. He wanted to say something, but when he looked up, he saw Tan Si coming out from the mourning hall. He woke up after less than an hour of sleep, and was watching this way. He suppressed all his emotions, hurriedly said "I'll call you later" on the phone, and hung up.

The call was hung up as soon as it was said, Sui Qingchi stood in the pouring rain, his eyelashes were covered with water, it was hard to open them due to the rain, and he still stared at the phone screen with wide eyes in disbelief. He didn't dial again, put down his phone, and heard the sound of huge rain filling the world, the overwhelming rain fell on the river, the river turned into a chaotic and foggy white, and the red lights of ambulances and fire engines on the bridge were flashing. Go, the scene of the accident was cordoned off. There was a car accident at 10:30. The last bus was rear-ended by a vehicle suspected of being drunk and fell into the river. The search and rescue went on for a long time, and the first body was not found until half an hour ago.

For half an hour, he stood in the heavy rain, guarding the scene closely, watching corpses emerge one by two and being carried out one by two. It made him tremble with fear. But even though he was yelled at, chased away, and rolled his eyes, he did not leave half a step away.

In the end, nothing happened, and he was asked to go to a restaurant from Tan Si's residence in the middle of the night, and then to a bar, and rushed to the bridge, but it was a false alarm in the end.

Is this fucking black humor

In the sound of rain came the cries of the relatives of the victims, Sui Qingchi turned and left.

Weary, he walked to the nearby 24-hour KFC and asked for a cup of hot milk. He was really wet and uncomfortable, and felt the damp and cold breath of death penetrated into his bones. While waiting for the milk, he said to the waitress at the front desk: "There is Can you lend me a dry towel?"

Maybe his jaw was so cold that he was shaking when he made a sound, and his bangs were still dripping, so he won the love of the waitress, who said you wait, and then went to the staff room to get him an unused towel.

Sui Qingchi was wiping her hair in front of the sink, and saw in the mirror that her face was pale and her hair looked like seaweed that had just been salvaged from the water, she looked really miserable. He went into the men's bathroom and took off the T-shirt on his body, touched his chest, and sure enough, his body was wet, so he wiped his body with the dry side of the towel, twisted and twisted the T-shirt, and the water flowed from his fingers. It dripped like broken pearls until he could no longer wring it out. He shook off his clothes and put them around his neck. Although the clothes had wrung out a lot of water, they were still cold. He felt chills all over his body. , I have to bite the bullet and pull off the crumpled T-shirt little by little. There was a hand dryer next to the sink outside, he really wanted to take off his clothes and put it there to dry for a while, but after thinking about it, he decided not to.

When the rain was lighter, he also thought about going back to sleep, but anyway, he was alone when he went back, and it didn't seem to make any difference whether he slept here or went back to sleep. Most importantly, he didn't want to get wet in the rain any more.

The hot milk relieved part of the chill. He turned on his phone, not knowing what to watch, so he clicked on Weibo.

I didn’t check the band’s and my own Weibo, but clicked on the topic called “Wrong Thinking”, and scrolled down one by one. It’s not like seeing these CP fans messing around with each other now. I was so upset before, but not because I was relieved, but because I had accepted it. No matter how much I don't want to admit it, how I avoid Tan Si's existence, I have to accept this fact: in Fu Cuo's heart, perhaps Tan Si is no less important than himself.

There was another possibility that he didn't even dare to think about.

CP fans shared happily, "Fu Cuo was shy when he sang the birthday song, every time he looked in Tan Si's direction, he was a little embarrassed~" "When everyone wished Tan Si a happy birthday, he was more than Tan Si's The reaction was pleasantly surprised[doge]" "Ah, the CP in my eyes killed me countless times"...

Sui Qingchi stared at the phone and smiled, then said in a low voice: "You are all right."

Putting down the phone and flipping it on the table, he admitted defeat.

When it was almost dawn, the clothes on his body were finally almost dry, and he was finally overwhelmed by sleepiness. Sui Qingchi was lying on the table, with one arm resting on his head, and the other arm was stretched out on the table, occasionally Someone came in through the door, wearing a dark shirt or T-shirt, with deep eyes under thick bangs, and speaking in a gentle voice, he always felt that it seemed to be Fu's fault, and asked him to go back with him.

When the door was closed again and the figure moved away from him, he realized that he was dreaming.

The trembling eyelashes closed again, thinking to God, I am really good at dreaming.

During the three days and two nights of the vigil, Fu Cuo did not contact Sui Qingchi. He waited until the body was cremated and buried a few days later, and when all the dust settled, he booked a ticket to accompany Tan Si back together.

For more than a week, Fu Cuo stayed at Tan Si's house to accompany him. On the night before returning to CTR, to be precise, it was after one o'clock in the morning. AK called. Putting it in the living room to charge, Fu Cuo happened to be sleeping on the sofa.

AK just came back from Tibet. He seemed to know about Tan Si’s mother from Sui Qingchi, so he hurriedly called and asked stammeringly on the other end of the phone: “So is he okay? What can I do? ah?"

"Just...he will come back in two days and spend more time with him. Don't leave him alone." Fu Cuo looked up at the door of Tan Si's room and said softly.

What is most needed at this time is company, no matter how annoying it is.

At noon the next day, he and Tan Si came back by high-speed train. When they got out of the subway station, neither of them said a word. I'll be back, don't worry."

He raised his hand and patted his friend's arm, smiled weakly, turned and left.

Fu Cuo watched him go to a place where he couldn't see, then called AK and said, "He's back."

AK hurriedly said: "Are you back? Okay, don't worry about Fu Cuo, I will take good care of him!"

Fu Cuo said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

The person who should have been by his side was himself, because the person who was with him at that time was Tan Si.

"What are you talking about," AK said, "We are good brothers, if there is any trouble, don't bother!"

Fu Cuo didn't see Sui Qingchi after returning home, but it's only three o'clock, so he should still be at school. He was too tired to think about anything now. He took a hot shower and changed his clothes. He took the dusty clothes to the laundry room across the street, and then went back to the restaurant and took them back. The dead phone left in the locker room.

On the way back, I found a noodle restaurant and ate a bowl of miscellaneous sauce noodles. When I got home, it was past seven o'clock in the evening, and Sui Qingchi hadn't come back yet. Although he and Tan Si are still working part-time, Sui Qingchi no longer works at the gas station. He has a scholarship and does not need to pay tuition fees. The current income of the band is completely enough for Sui Qingchi.

Fu made a call to Sui Qingchi by mistake, worried that he would not answer, but Sui Qingchi still answered, strangely, he didn't quarrel with him, but said calmly: "I'm on my way back, you Go to bed when you are tired."

Fu Cuo was indeed very tired. Sui Qingchi didn't argue with him. As soon as he relaxed, he felt sleepy and fell asleep on the bed.