Sui Qingchi hung up the phone and put the phone in his pocket. He was walking in the downtown area with no destination, and he was holding a can of beer in his hand, which he had just bought from a vending machine before answering Fu Cuo's call. It was still too hot outside, and then entered an underground passage, the elevator slid down, and the air-conditioning was blowing in, the lower floor was the basement floor of a commercial plaza, Sui Qingchi broke open the beer in his hand, and when passing the trash can, pulled the ring Throw it in casually, start to drink while walking, and look around while looking up.
The underground world is like a labyrinth, with a sense of cyberpunk unreality. At first, he was walking on the first floor of the commercial plaza, surrounded by bustling and bright halls. A cheap underground shopping mall full of shops also has dilapidated passages with graffiti on the walls and various mobile phone numbers. A homeless man is sleeping against the wall... He walks through one passage after another, and buys another beer after drinking a can of beer Cans, the wine in the cans kept shaking out at some point, making his hands full, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians underground. He heard the rattling sound of the old elevator, and thought of those appalling pedestrians on the Internet The urban legend who fell under the escalator and was wounded into a bloody mess walked towards it.
Stepping on the escalator in two or three steps, Sui Qingchi leaned back against the handrail of the escalator weakly. The elevator took him away from the shady underground. A gust of wind blew from above, and the slightly warm air brushed his bangs. The world on the ground had changed. For a while, there was no one in sight on the entire commercial street, all the shopping malls were closed, only the huge light box billboards with high luxury goods were still on.
Sui Qingchi stood in front of the huge celebrity endorsement advertisement, and felt that this was the brightest and most dazzling place in the whole street. He recognized the actress in the advertisement. It was Gu Sangni, a female singing and dancing singer with honey-colored skin, who seemed to be the same as Tang Du It became popular at about the same time, Tang Du was a song god, and Gu Sangni was a queen-level star. He still remembered that she was Salinger's rumored girlfriend, and Salinger was Fu Cuo's idol.
Alcohol magnified something in his body, and he suddenly realized that he would never be able to compare with these people in his life. From the day he gave up the path of studying abroad arranged by his mother and chose to be the lead singer of an underground band, he was forever stuck in the mud.
Maybe Xifeng should really sign Houhai, he thought, because they can't copy LOTUS, they should have known why there are so many underground bands, only LOTUS has really reached the position of Gu Sangni and Tang Du? Because underground bands are underground bands, not all underground bands are on the first floor of the bustling shopping mall. LOTUS is just a group of boys who play underground rock and roll. They never put their feet in the mud. They are decent when they are the most downcast and nobody cares. The only one among them who has a little bit of muddy temperament is Salinger , But Salinger can read Berkeley, but Fu Cuo can't.
He didn't know what Fu Cuo was thinking. At the moment when he was forced to give up that opportunity, would he have felt humiliated? If it were him, it would be an unbearable humiliation. So he is really sad. If he has money, a lot of money, he can let Fu Cuo chase his idol, and he can lead the band from the underground to the ground.
But that guy actually said that he likes him who has no money, as if he still has a choice, but at that time, he was still like a fool, and was completely moved by that innocent boy named Fu Cuo.
Drunk, but paradoxically more sober than ever, no wonder they all want to sign Houhai, because they all know the truth, only they have no clue. But it's not that he doesn't know these things, it's just that he doesn't want to figure it out, because Fu Cuo is like poison, which has been paralyzing his nerves, preventing him from thinking clearly and seeing clearly, and he is willing to stay by the side of the good-looking, soft-spoken guitarist , he has slightly sunken lips, a pair of deep, slightly curved eyes when he smiles, and a three-point smile when he doesn't smile. He is so charming that even if he stays with him in a muddy swamp, he will Feel like you're in heaven.
How did you sing in Beautiful
What a swamp, wilderness, dark forest, there is no fucking way for us to escape!
It's just a medicine for self-paralysis, but even so, he admits it, as long as that person belongs to him.
But that person probably doesn't belong to me. If Sui Qingchi is not the lead singer of Xifeng, how much tenderness can he get from Fu Cuo? He didn't even dare to think about it.
Sui Qingchi sat down on a bench outside the luxury goods store, buried her back, lowered her head, and supported her forehead in discomfort. Don't think about it, don't think about it, think about something happy Sui Qingchi...
However, the more I thought about it, the more I got a headache, and the more irritable I became, I couldn't help scolding myself: Can't you find a few f*cking happy things when you grow up so big? !
A voice in the corner of my heart said aggrievedly: I can find... There are many happy things, but they are all related to Fu Cuo. There is no colorful memory without him.
Sui Qingchi heard a "click", raised his head towards the direction of the clock tower, and narrowed his eyes.
The bell tower in the center of the square, the pointer points to two o'clock in the morning. This big clock only has a minute hand and an hour hand, no second hand, and it can't tell the time. But every time he comes to this square, Sui Qingchi can always hear the hour and minute coming from the direction of the clock. The "click" sounded.
When he was in elementary school, he said that he could hear the sound of electric current in the lamp tube, but no one could hear that sound, and the classmates all laughed at him, saying that he was bragging. He didn't brag, he could hear it clearly, so he was very dissatisfied, and fought for the first time in his life because of this.
Why force the one who can hear to shut up, just because most of them can't? Why just can't believe he can really hear? He wrote these in his diary and in his composition, and later the teacher called him to the office and told him to think more about happy and happy things instead of digging into a dead end.
But at that time, he didn't know Fu Cuo, so where could there be any happiness? The reason why he wrote the problem in the diary is because it really bothered him, but he couldn’t find anyone to solve it. He thought that maybe someone who saw the diary could tell him why, but there were only one "read" and "" Don't go into a dead end." Maybe these questions are stupid, after all, other people of the same age don't have time to think about these crap things, maybe they don't care, and there is really no one who owes him, so he can only find the answer slowly.
Suddenly his stomach convulsed badly, and he remembered that he drank so much wine without eating dinner. After a while, the pain caused him to break out in cold sweat. He bent down and hugged his stomach, and his knees also retracted to touch the stomach.
It hurt so much that he had to think of something to distract himself, maybe his stomach really wanted something to eat, and he unconsciously remembered the supper he had with AK yesterday.
At eleven o’clock in the evening, he was waiting downstairs of AK. When it was almost twelve o’clock, he finally waited for AK, who had returned from Tibet with his luggage. He was leaning in the shadow of the corridor, and AK was cold downstairs. Seeing such a silent, tall and slender shadow, I was startled, and when I approached and found it was him, I asked in amazement: "Why are you here? What's wrong with Fu?" He looked left and right while talking.
Sui Qingchi walked out from the shadows and said, "I'm the only one. I'll buy you a drink. Shall I go?"
Sure enough, the foodie drummer said, "Okay! I'll lift the things up first."
"Let me help you." Sui Qingchi walked over, bowed his head and took a luggage bag in his hand.
AK grabbed the handle and didn't put it down, looking flattered: "Wow, no need, how can I ask you to help me with my luggage, young master?"
"It's okay." Sui Qingchi didn't greet him politely, she lifted the luggage bag over with all her strength, turned around and walked towards the elevator, and didn't care about AK's expression behind her back.
After entering the house, Tan Si was not at home, and AK didn't care, because Tan Si worked in a bar and usually came back very late.
AK was putting his luggage, and Sui Qingchi was standing at the door of Tan Si's room. Through the brown door, he discovered today that Tan Si's room looked like Fu Cuo's room at first glance, with hangings on the walls The musical instruments, even the posters were the same. He walked in with difficulty and looked at the CD rack by the wall. If it wasn’t for the different colors of the background wall, he would have thought it was Fu Cuo’s CD rack. They all liked it. Coldpy also likes the less popular The Verve.
"Sui Qingchi?" AK called him from behind, he changed his clothes and urged happily.
Sui Qingchi turned around: "Let's go."
Looking for a place to eat late at night, Sui Qingchi planned to go to the restaurant avenue one block away without even thinking about it. There are many restaurants open until the early morning, AK stopped Sui Qingchi: "You don't need to go to such an expensive place , Just find a roadside stall and eat some skewers! Tan Si told me that you don’t work part-time at a gas station, so you can save a little bit, I don’t pay much attention to food.”
Sui Qingchi's expression was gloomy after hearing this, and he said coldly with some sarcasm: "He talks to Tan Si about everything..."
AK didn't understand what he was muttering, and when he saw a roadside string with a shed, he strode over.
When taking the skewers, Sui Qingchi didn't move much. He didn't have any appetite for the food on the shelf. AK gave him a plate, but he didn't take any dishes. In the end, AK couldn't put it on his own plate, so he They all turned back and put Sui Qingchi there. AK came over with the skewers and put them on the table, opened the stool and sat down, Sui Qingchi also put the things on the table, sat down absent-mindedly, and heard AK say: "Don't talk about it, just me and you come out to eat, we It's still a little unaccustomed."
Sui Qingchi looked up at him: "Why aren't you used to it? Haven't you and Fu Cuo Tan Si had dinner alone?"
AK put the skewers in the pot and said: "It's just that I'm not used to it after eating with them. Haven't I never eaten with you..."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak.
During the dinner, Sui Qingchi ate very little. He poured wine for AK and himself, and sat there patiently listening to AK tell him about his trip to Tibet. AK showed him the photos on his phone, and he just took them and looked at them casually. Look, look at AK's wine glass is empty, he fills it up for him.
AK became drunk after a while, Sui Qingchi returned the phone to AK, and asked casually, "Tell me about how Fu Cuo and Tan Si met."
AK hiccupped, propped his chin with one hand, and said: "I met them only in the first year of high school. They seem to have been neighbors since childhood, and they have become as friendly as crotch pants."
This Sui Qingchi also knew, but not much after all.
AK continued: "The first song written by Fu Cuo is called "Brother", do you know that?"
Sui Qingchi looked at AK in surprise, he didn't know.
"It's not surprising if you don't know, it was written by him before we formed the band. It was about being called an illegitimate child when he was a child, and Tan Si rushed over to help him beat someone up. The lyrics are a bit bloody and violent hahaha, Tan My brother told me that he also accidentally discovered that Fu Cuo was writing that song, and he was embarrassed to ask him what he was writing, and kept hiding behind his back, but Tan Si said that he was quite moved after seeing the lyrics. For sure, If you want me, I am also touched."
Sui Qingchi remained silent.
"They have a lot of slang and jokes that I can't understand," AK said tut-tsk, "To be honest, I'm quite envious of them, their friendship with crotch pants, and like-mindedness, that's great!" He picked up his glass and raised his head again After taking a sip, he realized that Sui Qingchi didn't pour him wine, and the glass was empty.
The wine bottle was at Sui Qingchi's, but Sui Qingchi didn't move, he fell into his own world, as if he needed an absolute domain every time he went on stage. He thought, no wonder every time the four of them played cards, punched, or even played ball, he and AK were the losers.
Seeing that Sui Qingchi didn't move, AK could only get up to get the wine bottle, took it and poured himself a glass, when he picked up the glass to drink, he looked up at the sky: "Speaking of which, I heard that Fu wrongly thought Learning guitar, Tan Si seems to say that if you learn guitar, then I will learn bass, so that we can play together in the future, so he learned bass later. If Brother Tan hadn’t made this decision back then, there might not be the current West Wind.”
Sui Qingchi finally made a sound and said in a low voice, "You know so much."
Only then did AK ask: "Why did you suddenly ask about them? Why didn't you ask Fu Cuo?"
Sui Qingchi thought to himself that this person lived so rough and enviable, he stood up and was about to pay the bill, when he got up he said: "Go back and give Tan Si a call."
"why?"
Sui Qingchi turned around to pay, and only said: "His mother passed away."
The AK behind him suddenly seemed to be muted. Sui Qingchi paid the money, and when he heard AK say "Hello", he called Tan Si immediately, speaking as if he was sober from alcohol.
But Fu Cuo answered the phone. Sui Qingchi came back and sat down quietly behind the table, so he heard everything Fu Cuo said on the other side of the phone.
Tan Si's mother just passed away, so he shouldn't think so, but he still can't help but envy Tan Si, because everyone cares about him and loves him deeply. Because Tan Si is such a good person, the name "Tan Si" seems to be the antonym of "Sui Qingchi".
Reminiscing so far, it seems that the pain in the stomach really didn't hurt so much, Sui Qingchi lifted up a little bit from the chair, took a deep breath, thinking that this is the same as watching horror movies when he is irritable and depressed.
At two o'clock in the morning, Fu Cuo woke up, and his side was still empty. He vaguely knew that something was wrong, and he still ignored something. I called Sui Qingchi, but it was an automatic reply that "the user has turned off the phone". When I put on my clothes and went out to find someone in the middle of the night, I finally understood how Sui Qingchi was anxious to find me.
He didn't know how he found Sui Qingchi. After walking for two blocks like looking for a needle in a haystack, he walked down the underground passage that Sui Qingchi often used. The high-end endorsement advertisement of Gu Sanni, the queen of the world. I can see it at a glance because the advertisement on that side is the biggest and brightest in sight, even more eye-catching than the moon.
When he found Sui Qingchi on the chair, a patrolling security guard was shining a flashlight on him, Sui Qingchi raised his hand to cover his eyes, the security guard was asking him what, Sui Qingchi frowned and looked very irritable, He asked loudly, "What did you say?" His voice was obviously a little drunk, but he was very sober, and he could hear it clearly from a long distance away. The security guard's voice was hoarse, in stark contrast.
Fu Cuo walked over quickly and stood in front of the security guard, so that the security guard's flashlight would not shine on Sui Qingchi's face frequently, which would easily annoy him: "I'm sorry, he is my friend, he drank too much."
The security guard was also a young man. After receiving the flashlight, he said helplessly: "He sang here just now. The voice was too loud. Although he sang... it was really nice, but it was too scary in the middle of the night. Take your friend away. .”
After the security guard left, Fu Cuo looked back at Sui Qingchi and saw that the earphones were still plugged in his ears. He walked up to Sui Qingchi and sat down. He took off one earphone cable and plugged it into his own ear. Not understanding, she took the phone on Sui Qingchi's lap again.
She stretched out her hand, and was held down by Sui Qingchi. Sui Qingchi turned her head to stare at him, and said, "You're very casual."
Fu Cuo sighed inwardly, ignored his interference, broke away from Sui Qingchi's hand and took the mobile phone, only to find that the battery had long since run out.
He didn't know what to say, so he asked, "What are you singing?"
Sui Qingchi took the phone back and said, "Bitter Sweet Symphony."
Fu Cuo looked up at the quiet square in front of him, and imagined the scene of Sui Qingchi singing Bitter Sweet Symphony at three o'clock in the morning in an empty commercial plaza, surrounded by luxury endorsement superstars... To be honest, he Would love to hear it.
There was also a soda can on the chair, which fell on the side and was crushed at one corner. There was no doubt that Sui Qingchi squeezed it when he sang. He squeezed it loudly, imagining that it was the most awesome band in the world. .
Fu Cuo got up and threw the most powerful band into the nearest trash can, then walked back, looked down at Sui Qingchi, and said, "Go back."
Sui Qingchi didn't look at him, fell back on the back of the chair, stared at the night sky in a daze, and said, "Does this look like a well?"
Fu Cuo also raised his head. They are located in the central square of the commercial street, surrounded by towering buildings. They are at the bottom of these tombstone-like buildings. There is only a small piece of sky in the center, and the moon hangs humiliatingly at the corner. It is indeed like a well.
"We are frogs at the bottom of a well." Sui Qingchi said, with a sad tone, he looked at Fu Cuo and said, "Fu Cuo, I think you are wrong."
Fu Cuo frowned: "What's wrong?"
"You should go to Berkeley, you should sign Houhai." Sui Qingchi said, at that moment, his eyes were free from alcohol.
"I don't think it's wrong." Fu Cuo said, he didn't want to chat with Sui Qingchi until dawn, and stretched out his hand, "Let's go, it's already three o'clock."
Sui Qingchi looked at his hand, the hand that played the guitar, holding the pick and strumming the strings, which gave him the first wonderful experience, he didn't try to hold it, but lowered his eyelashes tiredly, and said: "You don't need to look for me, I'll go back by myself when I've had enough drinking and playing."
"Are you really going back?"
Sui Qingchi looked at him with sober eyes: "I will." Then he said, "Why do you think I can't?... You always underestimate me."
Fu Cuo pursed his lips and said, "Sui Qingchi, I was indeed in a hurry that day, and I didn't contact you in time. I'm sorry..."
"Stop being hypocritical." Sui Qingchi interrupted him.
Fu Cuo was stunned, staring at Sui Qingchi, his eyes widened.
Sui Qingchi put his hand on the armrest of the bench and stood up. He was so drunk that he didn't even have the strength to stand up, but he still had a lot of momentum when he got up, and said with a dark look in his eyes: "Actually, you don't want to apologize to me at all. From the beginning to the end, you feel that I am making trouble for no reason, why can't you just admit that you are annoying me?"
Fu Cuo was speechless. In the mourning hall, Sui Qingchi got angry at him on the phone. He was really tired. In fact, he wanted to ask him back: Do you know what happened? Tan Si's mother died, don't you understand the feeling of losing a family member? But the words didn't come out, only flashed in his mind and then he fell silent. Sui Qingchi might really not understand the pain of losing his family. What else can he say, is he angry with him or does he feel sorry for him
"...you're drunk," he said.
"I'm not drunk."
"you're drunk."
"I, no, drunk!"
Sui Qingchi uttered these three words fiercely, and Fu Cuo looked at him speechlessly, seeing his red eyes, like a starving wolf.
Sui Qingchi rubbed her sore eyes, walked past Fu Cuo, and said, "Forget it, I might be really drunk, let's go back."
Fu Cuo stared at Sui Qingchi's back, Sui Qingchi stopped after walking a few steps, tilted his head a little anxiously, and found that he was following behind, then turned his head again with confidence, and slowed down his pace, Fu Cuo Walking to his side in a mistaken resignation, Sui Qingchi reached out and grabbed his hand, and held it back firmly in silence. Fu Cuo felt that the semi-dry sticky wine between his fingers glued the fingers of the two of them together. At that moment, I thought to myself, why do you always say hurtful things and only regret after doing hurtful things
"Don't drink anymore, okay?"
"Okay, no more."