Zhong Dao was caught off guard when he saw Sui Qingchi here, and he was shocked. For a moment, he also suspected that this man might not be Sui Qingchi. After all, the other person was wearing sunglasses, and he might be two completely different people after taking them off. , but no matter how much he deceived himself, he knew it was self-deception. The color of the sunglasses was not so deep that he could not see his facial features clearly at such a close distance, and Sui Qingchi's appearance was not so easy to be bumped into.
He turned his head and looked at Fu Cuo in disbelief. The man on the sofa was obviously speechless for a long time, and finally he only said: "You go back first, I will tell you later."
Zhong Dao stepped out of the door with the shock and full of doubts when his doubts were proven. The aisle was not too wide, and Sui Qingchi didn't give up too much space. He met this heavenly king who had only appeared on the other side of the screen and smelled him The cologne on his body smelled faintly of tobacco. He walked all the way to the end of the corridor before he couldn't help but look back, only to see Sui Qingchi was also looking at him. That powerful gaze gave him more accurate feelings than "flattered", "sincerity and fear". This superstar is the same as his impression on the screen. He is tall, with long legs, wearing a black shirt and a watch that looks expensive. He looks handsome and has excellent taste, but The whole person was filled with a ruthless aura, Zhong Dao turned his head away immediately, and then heard a very rude closing sound behind him, with a "bang", as if it was being closed for him.
Fu Cuo failed to prevent Sui Qingchi from coming in, and Sui Qingchi asked him as soon as he came to the door: "Who is that boy?"
Fu Cuo felt that there was no need to hide it: "It's my student who came to study music with me," and asked, "How do you know where I live?"
Sui Qingchi took off his sunglasses and put it in his pocket: "You asked me how I know my phone number, did I answer you?"
Fu Cuo nodded in his heart, understood, meaning that he should not ask in vain.
"What song did he sing just now?" Sui Qingchi asked.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's shoes without changing them, and walked directly into the house wearing leather shoes, as if to cover up the fact that he was standing outside the door and eavesdropping. It is domineering, indicating that the more guilty one's heart is. But to expose him to embarrass him is such a boring thing, adults don't bother to do it, Fu Cuo thought, I'm not you.
"Write whatever you want," he said.
"I want that song, please make an offer."
"This song doesn't sell."
Sui Qingchi frowned: "Then what is he singing?"
"He sings for fun."
Sui Qingchi seemed to be deflated: "Did you write the song just to let it rot in the hard drive?"
"That song was written for Xifeng, and now that Xifeng is gone, it can only rot on the hard drive."
Sui Qingchi squinted at him: "You should know, I can remember it after hearing it once."
Fu Cuo suppressed his anger and raised his head: "Sui Qingchi, if you are so shameless, I can't do anything to you."
"That's fine, you can write another song for me," Sui Qingchi went to the sofa and sat down by himself, "I'll pay the money, and I can agree to any other conditions you have."
Fu Cuo took a deep breath, knowing that once Sui Qingchi decided something, it would not be so easy to dismiss: "You are a superstar, and there are countless people who want to write songs for you. Why do you bother to find someone who has already quit."
"What heavenly king? Zhonger heavenly king?" Sui Qingchi looked at the room and said mockingly, "There are countless people who like me and want to sleep with me. Why would I bother to find an old lover?"
This sentence effectively made Fu Cuo's expression tense.
Sui Qingchi leaned forward and looked at him, his eyes sank: "Because I'm cheap, are you satisfied?"
Fu Cuo took a deep breath and stood up: "You go, I won't write songs for you, don't come to me in the future."
But I heard Sui Qingchi asking from behind:
"I'm thirsty, do you have any water?"
Fu Cuo had no choice but to look in the direction of the open kitchen: "Over there, pour it yourself."
Sui Qingchi got up and took a glass of water for herself, and drank it all in one go, it seemed that she was really thirsty.
"I drank the water too, can I go?"
Sui Qingchi turned his back to him, propped his hands on the water dispenser, and after a while, let out a heavy breath: "Fu Cuo, you are really..."
Fu Cuo waited to see that this person showed his true colors. Sure enough, Sui Qingchi turned around and turned back into the Second Heavenly King of Zhong Er: "... It's really shameless. The stone in the latrine is talking about you."
Fu Cuo didn't bother to talk to him, so let's scold him, Sui Qingchi's losing his temper is the prelude to Sui Qingchi's going to hell, Sui Qingchi even insulted his idol when he got angry.
"Is the West Wind more important than the music? Is your dream the West Wind or the music?! You can dislike me, you can hate me, but do you think I'm the one who gets hurt in the end? Car, I'm fucking fine!"
It's really a serious illness in the second grade. Fu Cuo shook his head and thought.
"You want to take revenge on me? You can! Wait until you reach the level of a gold medal songwriter like Yu Fei, and then you reject me once for a fucking song date, that's called revenge!"
Fu Cuo was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and Sui Qingchi seemed to be stunned as well. He seemed to quickly realize that he had accidentally exposed his weakness to his opponent, the kind of extreme anger to extreme shame and embarrassment, It made Fu Cuo a little unbearable.
He could only pretend that he didn't notice it, so he didn't fight back. He lowered his head and said, "I'm going to work, please go back."
No matter how stupid Sui Qingchi was, she would never fail to grasp this step, so she turned around and left without saying anything.
Fu Cuo breathed a sigh of relief, but less than five seconds after the door was opened, Sui Qingchi fell back again.
Fu Cuo stared at him in surprise.
Sui Qingchi said with a darkened face, "There are dogs."
"Since when have you been afraid of dogs? Don't you still have a dog?"
Sui Qingchi's eyes lit up, a little surprised: "How do you know that I have a dog?"
Fu Cuo said with a stiff face: "Turn on the phone and turn on the TV every day is your news."
How do you know? It must have been seen on Weibo, I don’t know if it was a fan or a paparazzi, but a photo of Sui Qingchi walking out of the pet hospital with a dog was revealed, and it was posted on the Internet. Fans and passers-by have been discussing what breed this dog is all night long , fans went to Sui Qingchi's Weibo to leave messages, saying that the dog is so cute, and passionately discussing the bloodline of this dog. He thought it was funny and sad when he saw it. Those who live have finally tasted the bitter fruit of being spied on every day. Because too many people came to ask what breed the dog was, the next day Sui Tianwang wrote two words on Weibo: hybrid. From fans to passers-by, there was nothing to say, but there were still fans who thoughtfully stood up for him, saying that he seemed to be of Samoyed blood, but Sui Qingchi replied directly: Have I never seen a Samoyed
While in a trance, I heard Sui Qingchi say in a stern tone: "I'm not afraid of dogs, the dogs I'm talking about are them."
Fu Cuo had a bad premonition in his heart, got up and went out, looked downstairs, and saw a few sneaky figures at the entrance of the alley. Sui Qingchi is like a piece of banana peel, which has attracted all the flies, mosquitoes and bees to him, but it is useless to blame him now. Blaming Sui Qingchi is the most useless thing in the world.
He frowned and asked, "What should I do now?" Turning around, the corridor was very narrow, and Sui Qingchi was standing very close behind him, probably also looking down, but it was inconvenient to stick his head out too much, so he hid behind him Looking down, when he turned his head, he was very close to Sui Qingchi's face, feeling a little uncomfortable. The two hadn't been this close for many years.
Sui Qingchi looked at him and said, "Do you have another exit here?"
"What do you think?"
"Is there a hat and mask?"
"Hats, but masks."
Fu Cuo found a baseball cap and gave it to Sui Qingchi, but when he turned around, he saw Sui Qingchi taking off his clothes. Fu Cuo looked at the chest and abdominal muscles that were exposed behind his unbuttoned shirt, and was dumbfounded. So, Sui Qingchi He smiled and said, "What are you thinking, the hat is for you," and handed him the shirt and sunglasses, "Put on my clothes and sunglasses."
Fu Cuo probably knew what he was going to do, so he had to do so. He took off the black pullover and put it on the armrest of the sofa. Sui Qingchi took it and put it on directly. Yan Mou changed into Sui Qingchi's shirt without saying a word, and buttoned the shirt one by one. The shirt was like a soft and comfortable ironed net on the body, with Sui Qingchi's body temperature, and He smelled of cologne and cigarettes.
Sui Qingchi put on his baseball cap and threw him the Porsche car keys. Fu Cuo had to go downstairs to distract the paparazzi first.
After starting the car, I realized how crazy the paparazzi are. A group of black shadows chased out from behind the alley like street mice. One of them took a cannon barrel to shoot here, and the other shouted: "This driving mode is not like The king of the second class, he always flicks his tail, and then he will leave us with exhaust fumes... "
Fu Cuo was speechless.
The car was full of the smell of Sui Qingchi, and a faint smell of smoke permeated the air. Fu opened the window and received a call from Sui Qingchi.
"I'm in a taxi, you drive to the front intersection and wait for me."
Fu Cuo let out a "hmm", and as soon as he put down the phone, something dripped on the back of his hand, and suddenly he had a nosebleed. When he was frantically looking for a tissue, a wallet fell from the grid. Fu Cuo picked up the wallet and saw it unexpectedly. The photo in the wallet was a selfie taken by him and Sui Qingchi in the room they shared when they were still studying at the CTR Conservatory of Music many years ago.
The car was parked on the side of the road, and the sun shone through the windshield on the photo. The two boys in it were wearing white T-shirts of the same style. In the photo, Sui Qingchi's hair was short, like a boy in a sports school, but There are not many people in this world who are still handsome and handsome, who can hold such a hairstyle and still look good like this. He still remembered that it was because Sui Qingchi had a fight with someone before, and his scalp was cut with a knife, and he went to the hospital to get stitches and shaved his hair, which took a month to grow back.
The day the selfie was taken was Sui Qingchi's 20th birthday.
I didn't expect to remember it so clearly...
He wiped the blood off the wallet and returned it to its original position. He touched a cigarette case inside again with his fingers. It was a pack of Marlboro. He just smoked a few. He pulled over the car in front and threw the cigarettes directly into the wallet. In the trash can on the side of the road.
Sui Qingchi arrived before him and was waiting for him at the intersection. The taxi was also there. Fu Cuo dealt with the nosebleed and got out of the car. Sui Qingchi glanced at him and said, "Didn't you get photographed?"
"I don't know, I tried my best." Fu Cuo went around the front of the car and threw the key to him.
Sui Qingchi took the car keys with a cold face, got in the car, closed the door, thought for a while, poked his head out again, and asked: "Is that song really only for Xifeng?"
Fearing another nosebleed, Fu Cuo wiped his nose and turned around: "Well, don't think about it."
"You won't write me a song either?"
Thinking of this guy being rejected again and again by Yufei, he couldn't help feeling a little compassion for him. Fu Cuo took a deep breath and said as freely as possible: "It's not that I won't write to you, I won't write to anyone anymore."
"So it's not about me?"
"Thinking too much." You can go back to sleep with peace of mind.
Sui Qingchi looked at him, hesitated to speak for a while, and finally raised the window to start the car, and sure enough, a puff of exhaust gas sprayed on Fu Cuo's face.
Fu got into a taxi by mistake, and when the car stopped downstairs, he remembered that he didn't bring his wallet and mobile phone. He said to the driver, "Master, wait for me for a while, and I'll go upstairs to get you the money."
The driver waved his hand in a good mood: "No, the big star has already paid for it just now!"
When I got home, I changed Sui Qingchi's shirt. I didn't know what to do with it. The mobile phone on the sofa was flashing. It was a WeChat message from AK, asking him if Zhong Dao had been here. Fu Cuo remembered that he was still there. Owing to Zhong Dao an explanation, he was so tired that he collapsed on the sofa.
I went to the bar to sing at night, but fortunately Zhong Dao didn't come, leaving him more time to think about how to tell this past event. He was absent-minded all night, and he played the guitar in many places, but fortunately no one in the audience caught it, and unfortunately no one could catch it...
When he got home at three o'clock in the morning, he wanted to take a hot shower. As soon as he stood under the shower, the water on the ground turned pink. He hurriedly found a tissue to block his nose. Standing in front of the mirror, he thought to himself, today What's the matter, does smelling Sui Qingchi also cause nosebleeds? He patted his nose in distaste: "It's so useless..."
When he was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night, the phone rang suddenly. Fu Cuo grabbed the phone, but the phone hung up. He shook his head and threw the phone away and went back to sleep. He closed his eyes for a while and opened them again.
The electric guitar was hanging on the opposite wall, and Tan Si's bass was hanging side by side. Because of this sudden call, he remembered that he had just dreamed of West Wind.
Sui Qingchi sat on the edge of the bed with bare feet, looking down at the photos in the wallet, the cigarettes in the car were lost, it must be Fu's fault, he didn't know if he saw the wallet, and he Do you want him to see it, or not to see it...
He took out the photo and took it under the desk lamp. This photo was torn up by himself many years ago. This photo was put together later with PS. For this, he also taught himself PS. This is already the sixth photo photo. No one knows that as a singer, he also has PS technology that is not lost to any retoucher. But no matter how you look at it, it seems that you can always see the cracks when it is torn apart.
Frowning, Sui Qingchi got up and sat down in front of the notebook, and turned on PS again.
All the pixels tell him that the crack really doesn't exist anymore, but why can't he let it go
When can I let go...