Fu Cuo thought about it, if he went back to that day again, was there any way to save him, even if he couldn't save Xi Feng, at least he could save Tan Si, but he couldn't think of it, just like seeing the picture taken by Tan Si's driving recorder afterwards, he understood I can't do anything by myself.
Dum's bombs are very strong, but he was never afraid at that time. He has an inhumane secret in his heart, that is, as long as they show their best, as long as West Wind's performance is not inferior to Dum's, There must be ten votes on the jury table that belong to them.
Even though they haven't spoken a single word since the game, not even on stage, he's convinced for some reason. Between him and the boy who was blocked by him on the basketball court in the abandoned warehouse, there is no need to speak, just a look, to know that there is still a tacit understanding between each other.
He also believed in Tan Si, in AK, in Fan Fan, and in Xifeng. He didn't just write this love-themed song. The Ferris wheel really exists. Since it has touched Xifeng's fans, it will definitely be able to Impress the audience in the audience.
When Damm came on stage to sing, they stood on the second stage and watched the enviable young band on the main stage, which had only been in the army for five years and made its original debut, brought a playful and sweet punk song to the audience. The work, the five teenagers played by Dum, four of them are from middle-class families, Xifeng is too different from them, facing such a band, they are envious, inferior, and unwilling.
He couldn't help but look at Sui Qingchi, wondering what he would think of Dam, and whether he would feel the same as himself.
Sui Qingchi was wearing a white sleeveless T-shirt with a huge owl head printed on his chest. The owl's eyes were very similar to him at the moment. He was silent and vigilant, with a sharp edge. He kept looking in the direction of the main stage, his face There was no special expression on his face. Fu Cuo noticed that his left hand wearing a rivet punk bracelet was placed on the armrest of the armchair, rubbing his fingers from time to time. No matter what style Sui Qingchi made or what clothes he wore, his left wrist would definitely He will wear a watch bracelet. When he was in Xifeng, few fans noticed the condition of his left hand. After so many years, the scar has actually faded to the point of being invisible, but now he has received too much attention. You can't leave any flaws, Fu Cuo thought.
Dumpan ended the performance, and the two sides switched stages. On the floor of the main stage, there were still streamers falling just now, and the audience was still immersed in the happy rock brought by Dumpan. This kind of happy rock really infected people, but he Doomed not to write. Because the love he experienced, even at the youngest and happiest time, was not like this. It's always caught in a fragmented life, not some roses that come in by air, just a handful of cheap plastic flowers. So he and Sui Qingchi always want to escape from the rough life, escape from the small rented house, escape to the lights of the Livehouse, take their guitar, and the most valuable love, and take refuge in music and dreams.
Now Sui Qingchi, would she still want to take refuge somewhere
The prelude of the piano arpeggio is like a stream, taking away the summer feelings made by Damm. When Fan Fan sang the newly filled lyrics, what Fu Cuo thought of was the small stage of the Livehouse. When this song is so lucky , when Sui Qingchi sang it for the first time...
Behind Fan Fan's restless rock voice is Sui Qingchi's voice that is always full of psychedelic temperament:
"Just a little bit closer to your face..."
—Maybe you will never uand...
"Second by second, time stopped..."
—What I truly meahat day I said...
"I'd rather it never fall"
—When I said it moved in your eyes...
"Break free from the shackles and go to the depths of the universe"
—Sometimes to my heart, Sometimes to my lungs...
Then there is the highlight moment of the guitar, stepping on the effector, using the most dreamy electronic sound, leading everyone to break free from the shackles and take refuge in music and dreams. This refuge of life is called West Wind.
At that time, he didn't know that this highlight of the guitar would also be the last highlight of West Wind. Many years later, whenever he was drunk, or drowsy, and his consciousness was still hazy, the scene of that day would still appear in front of his eyes, and he could even hear voices in his ears. What he heard was not a certain person, a certain The sound of an instrument, but the sound of all the sounds coming together to become one sound. In the past, I always felt that Fan Fan's voice was more or less outside the band, but at that moment, the voice of the twenty-three-year-old boy was perfectly embedded in the spectrum of West Wind. Let him hear another possibility, after losing Sui Qingchi, another possible West Wind's voice.
It's so beautiful, that was Fan Fan's best performance since joining Xifeng...
The feedback from the audience is really not bad at all. No matter how Fu Cuo thinks back, their performance that day was really not bad. The host asked the two bands to canvass for him, and they gave Fan Fan the opportunity to speak as agreed in advance.
"Because there is only one minute, so I prepared it." Fan Fan took out a small note from his jeans pocket. Fu Cuo was a little surprised. He saw Fan Fan lying on the ground in the rehearsal room before writing What, I didn't expect it to be this canvassing testimonial. The audience laughed. Fan Fan pinched a small piece of paper in his palm and said quickly, "First of all, I am very grateful to the three brothers, thank you for letting me join Xifeng , although I am now the lead singer of Xifeng, but I know that I am still far behind, I have always been the lead singer with the mentality of a fan, and then our captain Fu Cuo, "He turned to look at Fu Cuo, "It really helped me a lot. I always broke the sound and couldn't find the feeling. He would take me like a brother. Whether as the lead singer or as a fan, I love this band. Some people say that the song of West Wind It’s mournful and false, but I just feel that their music can make me cry, I feel that every song is soaked in tears and sweat, and I also know that it’s really hard for them to get to where they are today, so please vote for West Wind ! They are really worth it! Thank you!"
When Fan Fan bowed, the host smiled and said: "Writing a cheat sheet is useful, and I haven't used it up for a minute." He turned to Fu Cuo again, "Then as the captain, do you have anything to add to your youngest's speech? , you still have fifteen seconds~"
Fu Cuo looked at Fan Fan who was smiling embarrassedly, lowered his head and approached the microphone in the host's hand, and said, "Don't talk about them, it's us."
This was probably the most disgusting thing he had ever said on stage. AK raised his hands and applauded, and Tan Si put his arms around Fan Fan's shoulder who was almost crying.
In the music fan voting session, they won 160 votes, and Dumtan got 140 votes. In the media voting session, Zephyr 84, Dumtan 116, they lost 32 votes to Dumtan. That's okay, the media representatives who voted said that the dummies were chosen probably because they had more potential. This is the truth. But even if the votes were behind, it didn't mean they had no chance. At this moment, he still felt that they had a chance to win, so when Pharaoh cast the first 10 votes that belonged to them, his heart skipped a beat.
It's Sasha's turn: "I voted very early. I like both bands very much, but maybe I and the media have different voting standards. I only look at the creative level of these two works. The song is very well written, but West Wind is more than just good. The song is so lyrical, but the melody is not guava or vulgar at all. The arrangement sounds simple at first glance, but there are many ingenuity in the harmony arrangement Their harmony, including their arrangement, has a sense of imagery, which is very advanced. And I don’t know if you can hear it. Ferris Wheel is a song with a story. It may be due to experience, love This theme, this time, Xifeng really moved me more. So my ten votes are for Xifeng." There was applause from the audience, and Sasha continued, "Then I want to say to Fan Fan, some people say that you are both mourning and false. , but the essence of life is mourning, and you are still building these beautiful things when you are mourning, so you may be called fake, but I don’t think it’s fake, I think it pokes my heart. Sing happiness when you’re happy , Singing mourning during mourning, most people are like this, there is nothing special about it, you are not ignorant of blessings when you are in blessings, you are not moaning without illness, those are fake. Life is not so happy, but you keep singing beautiful things , even if it’s just the beauty imagined, even if it’s just a safe haven to escape the pain, it’s a kind of strength. Your music, just like your band name, is a dream of spring in the cold winter.”
... A sweet dream of spring in the cold winter? He was a little drunk again, his body was hot and cold, and he couldn't tell whether he was 26 years old, standing on the stage, with his teammates, and hearing this unrealistic evaluation, or was he 29 years old and alone Sitting quietly at the bar of the bar, sitting next to him was a Uranus superstar who came to him for a drink in the middle of the night.
At that time, he was full of gratitude to Tan Si for choosing a good name for the band, a name that brought the band into the embrace of romanticism in the dark, and a name that made him not write his frustration into the song no matter how confused or low he was. name.
But now he is depressed all over, and romanticism has nothing to do with him.
At three o'clock in the morning, the cold air invaded the bar without the air conditioner, and he finally got out of his memory a little bit, and he could look at the 26-year-old self in his memory, that Westwind guitarist who was full of expectations, thinking that Finally defeating fate, everything is over, and he is looking at the scoring screen on the right side of the stage. The numbers on it will soon sink his world.
He turned his head, and really wanted to ask Sui Qingchi beside him, what were you thinking when voting, can you tell me to make me hate it once? Because to this day I can't figure out why. You know what people say afterward? They said, "I'm afraid that Sui Qingchi will play the shady Damm, now you can rest assured", they said, "Sui Qingchi really hates Xifeng"...
So you really hate us that much
But he wouldn't ask, Sui Qingchi put down his wine glass and looked at him, then he looked away and stared at the glass of red wine, why did it turn into red wine again, wasn't it champagne before
He won't ask Sui Qingchi why, because that means he still cares, it means that he really didn't graduate from Xifeng, not even from Sui Qingchi. He didn't want to make this man laugh, and he didn't want to give him the thrill of victory.
The glass on the opposite side of the bar reflected Sui Qingchi's face, and the shining light of the wine bottles on the shelf surrounded this man's beautiful appearance. He leaned lazily on the bar with his arms, looking down at his phone, with a glass of red wine in front of him , like a painter to decorate his painting, is his accessories. He looked so quiet and harmless, Fu Cuo heard the voice of the host asking Sui Qingchi that day again: "Your ten votes are very important, have you thought about it?"
Sui Qingchi said, "Think it over."
"Has it changed?"
"I think it won't change."
Sui Qingchi's voice was not only pleasant to hear, it was an intimate and familiar voice to him. Saying it in his voice sounded like a confession, with huge, captivating, soulful echoes.
Fu Cuo couldn't help laughing at Sui Qingchi's reflection on the glass.
…it’s all about filters.
How much they looked forward to, it was unbelievable when the votes were announced. He tried hard to recall Sui Qingchi's expression at that time, perhaps because he was wrapped in a huge sense of falling, and he could no longer understand the expression of Sui Qingchi, a high-ranking celebrity judge.
When showing the ownership of the ten votes, Sui Qingchi just looked at him, that was the last and longest stare between them. But after watching for so long, they couldn't understand each other.
He would rather that no one at the scene voted for them, that there were only these ten votes on the screen, and that it would be the result of being eliminated in the end, which is better than this ending!
This memory went too long, at some point, Sui Qingchi, who was reflected in the glass, put down his phone and looked at his glass: "You drank a little too much."
Only then did he remember that he was sitting with the God of Destiny back then, and reflexively turned his head and glanced at Sui Qingchi, well, he has a god-like appearance, and even his ruthless appearance is very in line with a god style.
The irony is that, with such a light glance, one is still caught by the person's appearance. Sui Qingchi's hair doesn't seem to be as soft as it used to be, maybe it's because he's just been on the show, and he still maintains the style. Sui Qingchi seems to like the style with two sideburns or a slightly shoveled green on one side. Ordinary male artists do this kind of u just Adding the trendy value will make him look particularly rebellious, and this is probably the only part of him that is still a bit rocky as a mainstream singer. What kind of songs are he singing now? Fu Cuo thought about it, and it seemed that he could sing everything. Maybe he didn't know what to sing.
Sui Qingchi's right ear has a stud earring, which is a very simple style, with a silver ring around it and a little black in the center. This earring will make people notice that Sui Qingchi's ear is very beautiful, and those undulating curves seem to follow the Growing with a certain golden ratio, like ocean waves and sand dunes, the rolled up pinna always looks very thin and fragile. He often feels that it might turn red when he touches it. After all, Sui Qingchi's ears are very sensitive. to the sound. And he is also very sensitive to the appearance of Sui Qingchi's ears, because to be honest, he has never slept with anyone else. The first thing he saw in the morning was the ears of this superstar. Of course, he was not the king of heaven at that time. superstar.
The air conditioner was not turned on in the bar, so it was cold. The collar of Sui Qingchi's black coat was turned up to cover his chin. He looked at Sui Qingchi enough, and Sui Qingchi was not annoyed, and even turned down the collar of the coat , turned her face to look at him, her eyes were actually gentle.
Fu Cuo withdrew his gaze and heard a rustle beside him. Sui Qingchi turned back again, pulled up his lapel, and pinched the collar of his coat with one hand in his right hand, as if warming up against the cold. After pondering, he asked, "Look how old I am?" Has it changed?"
Fu Cuo picked up the wine glass and shook it gently. He also felt as if he drank a lot: "I see how they packaged you."
Sui Qingchi snorted and turned the wine glass up and down on the table: "Don't be ashamed, no one will pack me up."
Fu Cuo sneered in his heart, so did you package yourself up as this middle-aged and irritable character? He picked up the wine glass, and there was still a small half glass of red wine in it.
"Stop drinking." Sui Qingchi said, with a trace of boredom in his voice.
Fu Cuo ignored him, took a sip, and when he was about to take a second sip, Sui Qingchi took the cup directly from his hand.
Fu Cuo looked at the wine glass that Sui Qingchi had let go. There was a Sui Qingchi between the wine glass and him, and he accepted his fate.
AK left. He really wanted to talk to someone, but he couldn't find anyone to talk to. The only person who could talk to him appeared in front of him. He didn't want to mention anything about AK to him.
Looking over Sui Qingchi's shoulder, he saw the lonely guitar on the stage.
"... aren't you singing?" he asked.
"I sang." Sui Qingchi turned her head and looked at him, her voice was cold, "Did you hear what the hell I sang?"
That's all right, this bluster was restrained very reservedly. Fu Cuo thought to himself. He pressed the bar counter weakly and stood up: "It's closed, let's go back."
When he got up, his footsteps were a little unsteady, and his arm was immediately grasped firmly, but it didn't feel like he wanted to help him out of kindness. The strength was more like a kind of venting. Fu Cuo turned his head and saw Sui Qingchi staring at him with a frown. This style of painting was too Sui Qingchi.
"Thank you." Although he didn't want to help him, he still said these two words, and he pulled his arms hard. The two of them seemed to be wrench. Neither of them let the other take advantage. Sui Qingchi relaxed when he was trying his best. Opening his hands, the tall people's stakes were not so stable, he took a step back to hold the bar to stand firm, Sui Qingchi actually laughed lowly there.
He glanced at Sui Qingchi, and Sui Qingchi stopped the smile on his lips, but there was still a cold smile in his eyes. He put his hand back on the bar and let out a sarcastic sneer. Fu Cuo walked to the opposite sofa indifferently, and lay down directly.
"Are you going to sleep here?" After a long time, Sui Qingchi's voice came from the direction of the bar.
Fu made a "huh" sound.
"What about me?" Sui Qingchi said.
"How did you come and how did you go back?"
After a while, I heard Sui Qingchi's footsteps approaching, the light above was blocked by his tall figure, the hem of Sui Qingchi's coat touched him, and the voice came from above his head: "I'm drinking, let's go!" No car."
If it was someone else, he would feel that the corner of the coat touched him unintentionally, but it was definitely intentional when he put it on Sui Qingchi's body. He put his hand in the pocket of the coat, and then touched him like dusting off.
I thought I was a penguin...
"You figure out your own way." Fu Cuo didn't have the mood to pay attention to him, turned around, turned his back to the outside, wrapped the jacket around his body, avoided the coat, and said, "I can't control you anymore."
You are not mine anymore...
You're not even our youngest...
He didn't fall asleep immediately, so he could feel that Sui Qingchi was still standing behind him, and the shadow fell on him, covering his arms curled up inside the sofa, a strange yet familiar ash.
After a while, Sui Qingchi's voice returned to the bar counter, and he asked, "How much is the drink?"
Fu Cuo sighed in his heart. He didn't want to talk at first, so he replied patiently: "...you can see and give it."
Sui Qingchi's tone was a little annoyed: "I didn't bring cash, I can't scan your code scanner without setting the amount."
"Then you don't have to give it."
There was a sudden silence behind him for a long time.
"Okay," he heard the sound of "Dang", it was Sui Qingchi's voice when he finished drinking and put the glass on the bar, "Singing to you for so long is enough to pay for the drink!"
Fu Cuo's eyelids twitched. It was fierce enough, but it was also true. Didn't he say that he sang a song worth 100,000 yuan? Seriously, he had to give Sui Qingchi the money.
Fu Cuo listened to the movement behind him. He didn't make any sound when he walked back to the bar silently before, but now he made a loud noise when he was about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Fu Cuo turned his head to the side and called to stop the person who came to the gate.
Sui Qingchi opened the door with both hands, stopped there again, turned to look at him, her throat rolling.
"Please return the guitar to its original place." Fu Cuo said.
He was really drunk, and he didn't have the energy to think about Sui Qingchi's expression when he heard this order, but no one walked over to put the guitar back where it was, and there was silence behind him for a long time, and then came the sound of the door being knocked hard. With the sound of opening and closing, Sui Qingchi finally left.