Because he is the actual copyright owner of the song, the company transferred all the remaining copyright fees to him. Fu Cuo divided the money into four parts and transferred them to Fan Fan and AK, his own part and Tan Si's part. They were all left for Tan Si's aunt and for Miao Jingjing to go to college in the future.
After that, he canceled Xifeng's public bank card, and there were only tens of thousands of dollars left on his own card. He bought a train ticket and embarked on a journey northward, fulfilling Tan Si's wish. I didn't talk to AK, I didn't talk to anyone, I just had this idea, and everything was sorted out the next day. He didn't know how long he was going to be away, but he didn't want to be found by anyone, reminded repeatedly, and asked about everything that had happened, so he changed his mobile phone number and cut off all contact with the outside world, just like Tan Sizeng dreamed, I want to go to those uninhabited places, at least those places can't see Uranus superstars.
There were a lot of people on the train at the beginning, and the market was as lively. People crowded around him. Because of his height, he helped many girls and old people put their luggage. Just like this, there were fewer and fewer people on the train all the way north. , In the end, he was the only one left in that carriage. He leaned against the window to take a nap, and then woke up from the cold, and found that it was dawn outside, a very, very bright dawn, looking out the window, the land was white, overnight, the sudden heavy snow buried everything, the holly trees The line undulates like waves in the distance.
It's not yet October, so it shouldn't be so cold. The conductor said that there was a sudden cold snap, which brought a heavy snowfall.
He added a coat and folded the front to wrap it around his chest. Still feeling cold, he couldn't help thinking of taking clothes from the closet when he was leaving. He wanted to pick something thicker, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the one hanging on the inside. The dark blue wool coat, I can't believe it is still here, I haven't worn it once since I bought it, so I accompanied him to City S from CTR. But every time he was cold, he would think of it, probably because it was the warmest piece of clothing in his closet. Every time he thought of it, he would inevitably think of the small rental house, the double bed for two people, I think of Berkeley, which I didn’t make it to, Boston, how cold it is, and the bowl of instant noodles he made...
When the train reached the northernmost point, Fu Cuo got off the train with his luggage. He was the only one on the platform except for the attendant wearing a big hat. The station is quite big, but it seems deserted like being abandoned at the end of the world. Walking out of the station, the openness in front of him made him stop involuntarily. He stopped on the steps of the station. There were no tall buildings around. The whole world seemed to be cut out of cold paper by a paper knife made of ice. Thin, the blade of ice scraped on the extremely cold ground, and there were flying ice foam everywhere. It is not crowded or busy here, just take a breath, and the lungs will be filled with clean and cold air, like a new life.
He had no destination, but just followed his feeling. When the sunset came, he passed a youth hostel and stayed for one night. When the morning glow came, he went on the road again. He intentionally avoided the crowd along the way, because Tan Si said that he wanted to go to a deserted place. When traveling to the remote north, I passed a small town, which may not even be as good as a village. There are only a dozen wooden houses dotted in the snow. The houses are not as high as the telephone poles. A river runs through it, not yet frozen over. Fu wrongly asked the owner of the hotel, and they said that Russia is across the river.
The locals warned him not to go into the forest alone due to bad weather, but he went anyway.
The snow is not thick, but there is still a layer of white on the forest floor, and there is a chirping sound when you step on it. Occasionally, piles of snow will fall from the branches, or be blown by the wind, and it will be scattered around like rime. The forest was silent after the snow. He could only hear his own footsteps and breathing. After walking for an unknown amount of time, a big river blocked his way. Fu Cuo stopped and stared blankly at the river in front of him. It is much wider, like a giant's arm, but I didn't expect the river to be so quiet, like a mirror.
He is an introverted and gentle giant, which is very Tan Si.
This is a deserted place. He lifted the strap on his shoulder and said to himself: "...how do you want to have fun?"
In the northernmost part of the country, he experiences death and loneliness alone.
Before the snowstorm got bigger, he buried a piece of bass pick under a holly tree. Perhaps in the spring of the coming year, some animal would take it to build a nest. It would be on the tree or in the water, Taken to more savage growths. Tan Si would love this idea because it's hardcore.
Before the sun set, he braved the wind and snow and strenuously followed his footprints back to the town, which were almost covered. There was only one small bar in the town. The wind and snow were too heavy, and the door was closed. Fu Cuo walked to the door, wiped the frosted glass with gloved hands, saw that there seemed to be lights inside, and tremblingly pulled up the knocker and knocked. .
A few minutes later, the door opened, and it was a blond Russian girl who opened the door. Fu Cuo was a little surprised, and was taken aback for a moment, before remembering to say in English: "I e in?" cold outside."
The blonde girl smiled, opened the door and said in Chinese, "I can speak Chinese, come in."
Fu Cuo walked in, and the snow floated in with him, and the snow was also on his shoulders, but there was a fire in the house, and the white snow on his shoulders melted away in a while.
The Russian girl looked curiously at this handsome young man with a bit of melancholy and decadent temperament. He is obviously not a local. I don’t know why he is still walking outside at this point, and... Seeing him carrying a musical instrument bag on his back, she curiously Q: "Is this a guitar?"
Fu Cuo put down the bag, leaned against the bar, and said, "No, it's Bess."
"Isn't a bass a guitar?"
Fu Cuo didn't know how to explain it, so he smiled and said, "It's also a guitar, it's a bass guitar."
The Russian girl poured him a glass of wine, leaned on the bar and asked, "Can I play?"
Fu Cuo took a sip of his wine, looked at the expectant blonde girl, and shook his head: "I don't know how to play bass."
The Russian girl looked puzzled: "Then you..." Walking outside with it on your back in heavy snow
The phone rang, and the girl went to answer the phone before finishing her question. Fu Cuo took off his gloves and put them on the bar, drinking the wine quietly. The wine was a bit choking, and it was very spicy after entering his throat, but his body immediately warmed up.
There was the sound of flames pecking behind him, and he turned his head to look at the red fire. The flickering lights reminded him of countless car taillights flickering on the bridge that night. The red lotus-like flames flickered in the darkness, Spreading fire everywhere...
In a trance, he heard someone beside him smiling and saying, "Aren't you saving money to buy a villa?"
Like Tan Si's voice, but also like another person.
In the middle of the night, the wind and snow stopped, and the aurora appeared in the sky, but no one paid special attention to it. He was the only one to appreciate such a beautiful aurora all night.
After that, he went from north to south again, stopping in every city, taking many hitchhikers, following the driver wherever the driver was going, and just like that, he went to Medog in a daze, following a group of foreign The team from the Conservatory of Music went to Tibet.
One day the visibility was particularly good, and they saw the highest peak in the world, but there was always a cloud lingering around the peak, and they couldn't wait for it to float away. The snow-white mountain top occasionally showed a little bit like this, looking very shy. Fu Cuo smiled and thought to himself.
There was a bonfire party in the evening, and the foreigner asked him to help accompany the bass.
"I don't know how to play bass." Fu Cuo said.
The foreigner was a little surprised: "Then... can I borrow your bass?"
Fu Cuo hesitated.
In the end, I borrowed the bass, perhaps because I knew that Tan Si would definitely borrow it. Unlike him, Tan Si didn't mind others touching his bass. As long as the other party played well enough, he could share his instrument.
In the evening, people held a concert around the bonfire, and various national and western musical instruments came on stage. Fu Cuo heard that Gibson bass sounded again. He has a sore nose.
On the heavy bass line that I haven’t heard for a long time, various instruments are added, such as cajon drums, guitars, violins... People are singing and dancing, and an enthusiastic Tibetan girl comes up to pull him, but he smiles and shakes his head politely.
Coming out of the tent late at night, the starry sky is so bright that the starlight is so clean that it seems to fall directly into the eyes. He has seen too many magnificent and ordinary things along the way, which has been accumulated in the bottom of his heart. Sometimes he wants to overflow wildly, but he desperately suppresses it.
The stars twinkled, as if following a certain rhythm, Fu Cuo folded his arms and looked up at the sky: "I don't play band anymore, you go find someone else."
Then they seemed to disappear all of a sudden.
He traveled all over the country, and it was the end of the year in a flash, and finally passed through the densely populated metropolis. Speaking of which, he was quite related to this southern city. Xifeng also sang here before, and both lead singers came here.
Fu Cuo saw Sui Qingchi again. On the light box advertisement in the subway station, there was a huge close-up of his face, and he couldn't help but see it.
I haven't seen it for half a year. Suddenly, such a large close-up is placed before my eyes. The background is snow-white. Sui Qingchi is also wearing a snow-white shirt with an open neckline, only showing her shoulders. That feeling is like rushing into the snow. In the forest behind him, he thought everything was dead, but was suddenly revived by a pair of beast eyes.
Sui Qingchi's hair was curled, but it was still very pure black, like those holly trees. How big is this close-up? When he walked to the light box, he found that he opened his hand just enough to cover one of his brows and eyes, and he could even see the light from the camera through his pupils.
The subway roared into the station behind him. Fu Cuo took one last look at the advertisement, turned around and got on the train. There were not many passengers on the train. When he stepped into the compartment, he lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. Qingchi's eyes are always catching, so when he walks into the car, he always feels that he is staring at his back...
This ad should have just been put on. He saw a high school girl holding a mobile phone in the carriage to take pictures. There were also two girls on the platform with milk tea in their hands. They got off the escalator and walked around to the ad. Judging while drinking milk tea, from those bright smiles, he could feel that they really liked him.
I stayed in a fast hotel casually, opened the door, looked down and saw the small card on the toes, Fu Cuo bent down to pick it up and threw it aside, there were some bad voices from the next door, he turned on the TV, turned up the volume, He took off his clothes and prepared to take a shower, but just as he untied the belt, he froze.
Hearing Sui Qingchi's name, he turned to look at the TV, which was the time for entertainment headlines.
Fu Cuo is still a little unbelievable.
Sui Qingchi actually had an affair.
A reporter at the airport photographed him driving to pick up a woman who was suspected to be the younger sister of the CEO of Huanyi.
Fu Cuo watched the photos of the two people being arranged side by side on the screen, until the 20 seconds of news passed, and then switched to the news of a meeting of a boy group.
Shamed by the twenty-second absence, he went straight into the bathroom without taking off his belt, and closed the door behind him.
Turn on the hot water to the maximum and spray it on the top of the head. When I raised my hand to massage the sore shoulder, the calluses on the fingertips rubbed against the skin painfully.
What the hell are you doing, don't think about him anymore, really don't think about it anymore...
They are destined to be just passers-by on the road of mutual affection, let him be someone else's Sui Qingchi.
For Fu Cuo, this city is not worth staying for too long. There is only one destination in the plan, which is the viewing platform on the roof of the Central Building. In his early years, he saw a photo on the Internet, which was taken from the viewing platform Sunset at the mouth of the sea.
He checked out of the room early the next morning and went to the Central Building on foot. After not writing songs, he fell in love with photography. It’s not like he has a fever. He just takes pictures with his mobile phone when he sees emotional scenes. On the same block as the Central Building is the Westin Hotel. There are many people and cars guarding the entrance of the hotel. I guess there are celebrities staying here. After all, today is New Year’s Eve, and every TV station has a New Year’s Eve party, but here The New Year's Eve party is not as good as STV and CBS, and I don't know who to invite to make the fans and paparazzi so crazy, come early in the morning, and maybe stay there from night to dawn.
It can't be LOTUS, they are on CBS every year, Tang Du is possible, but Tang Du's fans are not so crazy, Sui Qingchi's popularity and character are even less likely to come here.
He walked across the zebra crossing, and there was a KFC opposite. It was on the first floor of the food court, next to the Central Building. The observation deck was not yet open at this time. He had a simple breakfast. KFC was full of office workers in a hurry. One person lowered his head and ate at a leisurely pace. There was also a high school boy at the next table looking at his mobile phone while eating breakfast. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry to go to school at this point, or he might have skipped class. His face was numb. The mobile phone, as if in a trance, wears a white Nike basketball wristband on his left wrist.
Fu Cuo looked at the wristband of the same style for a while, and looked away when the boy put down his phone to drink a drink. Since he changed his phone number, he seemed to have lost the motivation to use his phone. A donkey friend he met in Tibet asked him for a WeChat ID , so that I could send him the group photos and videos I took, but he said it was useless to use WeChat, and the other party looked at him like an alien.
On the first floor of KFC, he and the high school boy who skipped class were the only ones left. There were fewer people in the store, and the boy also relaxed and fell asleep on the table. It was almost nine o'clock when Fu Cuo got up, picked up the bass bag and slung it on his shoulder. When he opened the door, he was suddenly attracted by the commotion on the opposite side of the road—a swarm of people and cars followed a black Toyota Alphard coming out of the hotel garage. , especially those girls squatting at the entrance of the hotel and in the lobby, the speed of getting into the car and chasing after them is astonishing.
Fu Cuo stood at the gate of KFC and witnessed how the van pinned the Alpha in the middle of the road. There was an intersection 100 meters ahead, and Alpha turned around in front of it. On the other side, the van overtook from the outside and blocked in front of Alpha in a thrilling manner.
Half of the road was blocked, and the rest of the vehicles had to take a detour. There were cars in the front, back, left, and right sides of Alpha, and there was no room to fall back. A few girls got out of the van and went around to the windshield of the Toyota car. He held up his mobile phone to take pictures, and there were people knocking on the rear window. Fu Cuo thought it was an illegitimate child, and he was really sick.
There were not too many people onlookers, and they probably thought it was a traffic accident. Fu Cuo didn’t have time to watch a movie, so he entered the elevator of the Central Building. There were also a man and a woman who came in together. They seemed to be people working on a certain floor of the building. The elevator was transparent. Yes, when going up, you can still see the scene of the accident below. The boy said it was a car accident, but the woman said it was not a car accident, but an illegitimate fan chasing the car.
The man's eyes widened: "Who is this battle?"
"It seems to be Sui Qingchi."
Fu Cuo opened his eyes suddenly.