"This battle, who is it?"
"It seems to be Sui Qingchi."
Fu Cuo opened his eyes suddenly.
The man was a little surprised: "Is he coming to our station this year, isn't he going to CBS?"
"CBS has LOTUS, STV has Tang Du Gu Sanni, etc. He probably doesn't want to compete with these first-line players."
"He used to spend New Year's Eve at CBS, as for..."
The two left on the 29th floor, and the elevator took Fu Cuo to the top floor. On a weekday morning, the observation deck had just opened, and there were no tourists except him. There was a telescope on the roof. For the first time, he looked in the direction of the sparkling and misty estuary, but at the increasingly chaotic scene below.
The drivers of the two cars got off, and at the same time there were two bodyguards in black. The bastards surrounded the car and didn't know what to say. The bodyguards started to drive them away, because they were very rude. I was also a little excited. At this moment, the door of the commercial vehicle was suddenly opened again, and the scene suddenly became more chaotic after a moment of stagnation. Except for the illegitimate fans and bodyguards who intensified the pulling force, the naked eyes could see the pedestrians on the side of the road rushing. He stopped to watch in surprise, and the speed of the passing vehicles almost stopped.
The person who bent over to get out of the car was Sui Qingchi.
He was wearing a snow camouflage short down jacket, a black sweater with a wide turtleneck, no sunglasses, no mask, not even a hat, with such picturesque features that stood out from the crowd, one could tell it was him. Fu mistakenly wondered if he was crazy and insisted on getting out of the car at this time and appearing in the middle of the busy road
Immediately, some illegitimate students rushed in front of Sui Qingchi, but they didn't do anything to him. Sui Qingchi seemed to say "Get out", and the illegitimate students were stunned by Shengsheng's roar. The scene was funny and screaming People were very impressed, Sui Qingchi's stop there was like opening an absolute field, blocking people out of an invisible wall. However, the cameras and mobile phones were raised and pointed at him excitedly on all sides, not only from illegitimate children, but also from paparazzi and passers-by. Sui Qingchi didn't wait for the traffic police to deal with the problem, and quickly walked across the road and the crowd under the clearing of the two bodyguards, and then disappeared under the sight.
Until Sui Qingchi's figure disappeared, followed by the bastard and the paparazzi who also disappeared below in a mighty way, Fu Cuo lamented that this was really more exaggerated than what was shown on TV, and then he realized that Sui Qingchi Could it be that he entered the Central Building? !
Central Building in his itinerary? Probably not, it looks like he came to take refuge temporarily, but the bastard paparazzi will continue to chase him, why should he get out of the car at this time? Wouldn't it be nice to just stay in the car and wait for the police to deal with it
Fu Cuo was a little annoyed, should he take the elevator down to avoid bumping into him, or stay here, Sui Qingchi probably won't come up to the top floor... But now he can't enjoy any beautiful scenery, so he just cast a coin to look at the binoculars. Glancing at Sui Qingchi, it was too funny.
He didn't expect that Sui Qingchi really came to the viewing platform on the top floor, just when he left the viewing platform and was waiting for the elevator. Sui Qingchi came up in another elevator with two bodyguards. As soon as the elevator door opened, Fu Cuo heard his voice and stood sideways to the side of the elevator. Sui Qingchi didn't see him. He heard Sui Qingchi talking on the phone with someone, lowered his voice, his tone was very cold, he didn't go up to the viewing platform immediately, but nodded and let a bodyguard go to the rooftop first. Fu Cuo leaned back against the elevator and took a deep breath, sincerely hoping that he would not come this way. Sui Qingchi's voice on the phone accompanied his footsteps, getting closer and further away, louder and smaller, gradually on the verge of eruption:
"I can go to any station I want to go to for New Year's Eve. What does it have to do with you?... What else should I say, is this the first time I've talked to you about this issue? If you think I owe you, the condition is... So you It’s on!… This is impossible, are you a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl acting in an idol drama?… It’s okay! It’s my fault, I regret it, okay?!… The paparazzi took a few photos and you thought you were just with me Is the raw rice cooked?!"
Fu Cuo was a little shocked in his heart. He didn't understand how Sui Qingchi could become so irritable. Although he had always had a bad temper, he wasn't always full of hostility like he is now. There is no one on the viewing platform for the time being, but it is still a public place, is he crazy
Sui Qingchi finally didn't speak anymore, he didn't know if the other party hung up the phone first, or he cut off the conversation without waiting for the end of the conversation. After a while of silence outside, Fu Cuo came out and saw Sui Qingchi's back going up to the observation deck followed by the bodyguards.
The elevator door opened with a "ding", and Fu Cuo was stunned. A lot of people came out of the elevator, obviously the bastards and paparazzi who followed Sui Qingchi up, and one of the paparazzi bumped into his shoulder when he rushed out. Not even an apology.
Is this a little too crazy? !
He grabbed the paparazzi's camera strap.
The man turned his head and stared at him: "What are you doing?!"
"Sorry." Fu said wrongly.
"Neuropathy!"
The paparazzi turned around and wanted to leave, but Fu Cuo pulled hard, and the paparazzi's camera was taken off his hand.
"What do you want?!" the paparazzi said fiercely.
Fu Cuo held the camera in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't know, look at you."
He didn't know if he was infected by Sui Qingchi's emotions, and he became a little irritable.
The paparazzi visually inspected the gap between the two, no matter their height, physique or imposing manner, they were no match. This man was still carrying a guitar bag. At first glance, he looked like a master of rock and roll. "sorry".
Fu Cuo didn't expect the other party to confess so quickly. He didn't recover when the tape was pulled from his fingers. The paparazzi had already rushed to the viewing platform with his camera in his pocket. So it's because of Sui Qingchi that he even lost his self-esteem
Fu Cuo stood there in a daze for a while, not noticing that the elevator behind him had closed. He could hear the commotion coming from the direction of the viewing platform, and many voices surrounded Sui Qingchi, some asked him about the scandal, some asked him why he came here, and some shouted. He didn't hear Sui Qingchi's response, and the group of noisy voices came towards the exit. It seems that Sui Qingchi also realized that running up here would not be able to get rid of these lunatics.
Fu Cuo pressed the elevator again, took off the bass bag, and put it in front of him. It was too obvious that he was carrying the bass bag, and then he heard Sui Qingchi roar: "Let go of your hands!!"
When Sui Qingchi was ignited, he exploded in an instant:
"Don't you understand?! I'm a fucking gay, why are you following me all day long?!"
The commotion was stopped by him for a while, Fu Cuo's heart was raised in his throat, can you stop being so capricious at the age of 25, do you dare to say anything? !
At this time, some paparazzi dared to ask: "Then you must be bisexual, or else being with Meng Jing is an unspoken rule?"
"Am I familiar with you?! Get lost!!"
The bodyguard was persuading Sui Qingchi: "Don't talk to them..."
The paparazzi is still provocative: "I have scolded a lot of dirty words, can we be a little educated, Heavenly King?"
"Say it again, stand over here, stand in front of me and speak louder!"
Then I don't know what happened, suddenly there were a few screams, Fu Cuo turned around in a jerk, and heard the sound of something hitting the ground heavily. He subconsciously turned around and took a step in the direction of the viewing platform, a little worried that Sui Qingchi would really do something...
But no further commotion was heard, and the sound of crowded footsteps came from the viewing platform, and the elevator came up at this time, so Fu Cuo had no choice but to get into the elevator before Sui Qingchi came out. The moment the elevator closed, he saw Sui Qingchi. To be precise, he saw Sui Qingchi and his flies coming out of the observation deck. Sui Qingchi was about the same height as the two bodyguards. The paparazzi and bastards could not block his face It's just that the two bodyguards still struggled to drive away a dozen people, but fortunately, some security guards have already caught up.
In the last scene before the elevator slides down, Sui Qingchi is pulling his arm out of the crowd impatiently, and at the same time glanced in the direction of the elevator. The raised arm stopped in mid-air for a second, and then suddenly he slanted Over the shoulder, squeezed away the bodyguards and paparazzi in front...
Fu Cuo was uneasy about Sui Qingchi's last move, but he didn't think Sui Qingchi could see him under such circumstances. In fact, it is incredible that two people can meet here. If this is called fate, then there must be a deep bond between them.
When the New Year's Eve party started that day, he had already left the city by bullet train. He sat in the car for a long time. He logged on Weibo, which he hadn't logged in for more than half a year. Well, the writing was exaggerated, he clicked on the video, and he was a little relieved after watching it. It really was a headline party, and Sui Qingchi didn't really hit anyone. That paparazzi was standing behind a few illegitimate students holding up his mobile phone. He patted Sui Qingchi and made provocative words. After saying, "Can you be a little educated?" Sui Qingchi pointed at him and asked him to stand up and say loudly, paparazzi face He smiled weakly, and did not dare to go over. With the proud expression of "you come and hit me", even Fu felt that he deserved a beating when he saw it wrongly, so Sui Qingchi turned his head and grabbed the camera of another paparazzi next to him. , and threw it directly at the paparazzi, and the camera hit the man's forehead, and the bastards were so scared that they hugged their heads and ran away.
Someone also posted a video of Sui Qingchi claiming that he was gay, but no one seemed to believe it, and everyone thought it was just an illegitimate child. Huanyi issued another statement condemning the behavior of illegitimate fans and some paparazzi, but sharp-eyed fans found that this statement was exactly the same as the previous one, without changing a single word, making people feel that Sui Qingchi was really harassed by illegitimate students Besides, he couldn't help but laugh at Huanyi for not having any sincerity towards their cash cow.
The pink and black ones are also haunting in the middle of the night:
—I like Sui Qingchi, because he is a very real star, unlike other stars who are so perfect and fake, he will get angry and irritable when we are in the second year of middle school, and every Weibo he posts is very genuine, so he will not participate I guess the CBS New Year's Eve is because there are artists who don't get along, so I don't participate. The ratings of DBC's New Year's Eve party are so poor, and he won't pick on people who are not popular.
—Other celebrities have offended you, but you really will bring hatred for King Nili!
—Are the fans going to laugh at me to death? Why didn’t he participate in the DBC New Year’s Eve because DBC spends a lot of money? Not picky about low popularity, is your heavenly king an angel in the world? Then why doesn't he go to the urban-rural fringe area for New Year's Eve
—I have admired this group of brainless fans since they used "Zhong Er" as a nickname...
— We called him Zhong Er out of self-deprecation, of course SB wouldn't understand
——Does Sui Qingchi know that you call him that? Others don't understand...
—I used to be his passer-by fan, but now I really don’t understand him. He used to be quite temperamental, but now he is really black-faced at every turn, and he hates people on Weibo. Is it so popular that he can’t find him?
Fu Cuo didn't know how long he had been watching it. Everyone around him was asleep. On the quiet train, he plunged into Sui Qingchi's world again. He entered the three words "Sui Qingchi" in the search box and jumped out. All kinds of his news, videos, revelations...
In the half a year since he escaped, Sui Qingchi really broke out a lot of negative news, but he didn't feel too disturbed when he read it until he found a photo. In the photo, Sui Qingchi had a cigarette in his mouth, a lighter in his hand, and was lighting his cigarette with his head bowed. The illegitimate student even collected the cigarette butts he had smoked at the scene and displayed them to show off.
Judging from the action of lighting a cigarette, he is no longer a novice. Posted side by side with this photo is an evaluation of him by a senior music critic in the circle:
——His voice is full of delicate graininess. As a singer who was born as the lead singer of a rock band, this kind of timbre is not a typical metal voice. If we compare the metal voice we are familiar with to steel and bronze, his voice is more like silver. and gold. He can become the lead singer of the band, relying more on the powerful sound field and sound pressure displayed on the scene, he can hold the audience without being hoarse. Regarding the performance of the sound field and sound pressure, for example, we sometimes listen to singers singing and feel that the pitch is good, but the singing voice will make you feel very narrow and stifled, while the singer with a strong sound field will give you a sense of vastness, and the sound pressure is straight. To put it bluntly, it is the feeling of pressing your head and patting your Tianling Gai. Of course, there is also the range. I have heard C#2 when his range is the lowest, and B5 when he is the highest. Judging from the articulation and pronunciation, these are not his limits. Four octaves is already very scary, but his The whistle should be able to reach even higher, and his high and low bass processing is very beautiful. In the treble field, he can rise like a white crane, and in the bass field, he is as deep as an abyss. The weightless singer, he was the first one I heard. Some fans worried that he would ruin his voice when he sang heavy metal, but in fact there is no need to worry, his pronunciation is very scientific. I remember in an interview that he said that he never thought of becoming a singer, it was just a coincidence, I think he should thank the person who let him join the band as the lead singer, we fans should also thank that person, he is a natural singer without self-awareness Those who need to be discovered. All of the above are God’s blessings. A singer who possesses these talents alone can already beat the crowd. However, the most commendable thing is that he is not a singer with innate advantages. He also knows how to interpret music and lyrics. The psychedelic voice makes you feel sparks flying and undercurrents raging. His singing is difficult to imitate, because this kind of singing does not have strong personal characteristics, and he seems to disdain to add too many stylized interpretations to the songs artificially. The most rare thing about singing is natural, so natural Yes, it can still make you unforgettable, and it can make you hard to say...
This same music critic reposted his own comment after Sui Qingchi was caught smoking three months later, writing only four words: What a pity
Even the fans were very sad. Fu Cuo saw that a fan carefully posted a Weibo on his Weibo @苏清chi: I know artists are under a lot of pressure, and your pressure must be even greater. I don’t expect you Quit smoking, but can you stop breathing smoke into your lungs? I've heard there's a puff method where you pass it around in your mouth and then spit it out, okay
When Fu Cuo saw this, he was rarely moved. He turned off his cell phone, leaned on the bass bag, closed his eyes, and couldn't calm down for a long time. After traveling alone for so long, he hasn't been so irritable for a long time. Just because a person smoked a cigarette, the peace he had so hard to obtain was wasted...
It turns out that this is not enough. It is not enough to travel to most of China, and it is not enough to face him with peace of mind, so let's go somewhere else.
After that, I went to many places, including the driest desert, and got lost in the deep mountains and old forests. When I thought I was going to die, I was lucky enough to be picked up by a forest ranger patrolling the forest. Hearing that the forest ranger uncle said that he lived in this forest all year round, he thought he would be taken to a poetic forest cabin, but he did not expect that the cabin was built on a high place like a sentry post, and it took a long time to climb a ladder to get up. I have to go, but if I really stand on it and see the ocean under the treetops, I will feel as free as a bird.
The uncle said that living in a high place is for the convenience of watching the fire, because people often come to camp and start fires randomly and don’t remember to put them out. There have been several small fires here.
In the evening, he drank wine with his uncle, and listened to his uncle talking about the stories that happened in the woods. Some were sad, and some were scary. When he woke up, he was lying in the cabin, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the sky full of stars outside the window. He sat up, and the camp bed made a "squeak".
The uncle was sleeping on the floor, and when he woke up, he said, "On the table is what you just wrote, and I can't understand what you wrote..."
After the uncle finished speaking, he turned over and went to sleep. Fu Cuo picked up the stack of paper on the table, which should be the letter paper that the uncle usually uses. It was pressed under a pencil. By the moonlight, he saw the score of a song .
No wonder the uncle said he couldn't understand it, it was clearly a ghostly talisman, but he still heard the melody after glancing at it.
It is not a meaningless ghost painting, but the aurora, the highest peak on the earth, the galaxy hanging high, and the canopy like a vast ocean. All the suppressed impulses finally found an outlet.
Fu Cuo sat on the camp bed, slowly folded up the sheet music, and put it in his bass bag. He may never be able to say goodbye to this instinct in his life.
At the end of March, he returned to the place where the crowds gathered again. He didn't know why he came back again. He was like a migratory bird wandering away. When the time came, he would fly back to the starting point.
I thought that the starting point would be my hometown, or S city, but I don't know why I came back here. But the moment I walked out of the subway station and saw the familiar gate of CTR College, I felt a tired feeling that I could finally stop.
Qiongyou didn't spend much money, and he still had tens of thousands of dollars left. He rented a one-bedroom apartment for himself, and contacted Handsome Peng, whom he hadn't contacted for a long time, and asked him to help pack and send his musical instruments and notebooks. Peng Shuai was very excited when he received his call: "My God, where did you go?! I haven't been able to contact you for such a long time!"
"I've been traveling for a while." Fu Cuo said, "Can you help? Just send me the musical instrument and that notebook."
"It's okay," Peng Shuai's voice hesitated, "I have something to tell you..."
"What's up?"
"West Wind's song, someone wants to pack it up and buy it, but I don't know your opinion..."
"I have no objection," Fu Cuo didn't want to know who made the wedding dress for these songs at the end, interrupted, "Sell it."
Peng Shuai sighed: "...Okay. Give me an address."
Three days later, the things arrived. There were three big boxes. Fu Cuo squatted on the ground and unpacked two boxes. Inside were his two guitars and a laptop. What was in the extra cardboard box? He was a little puzzled, so he scratched open the box again, opened it, and found his clothes packed inside, he couldn't laugh or cry.
There was a note on the clothes, which said: I have to send them anyway, so I sent them together, so as not to buy new ones, these clothes are not cheap.
Fu Cuo picked up the dark blue coat on the top, thinking that you saw it and thought it was not cheap. He shook his head and put down his clothes, crumpled the note, got up and threw it away, picked up his phone and sent a "thank you".
In this way, another person quietly started his life. All he learned all his life was related to music, and finally he ended up in a bar. One evening, I went out to the bar with my guitar on my back, and when I went downstairs, I suddenly heard someone shouting his name:
"Fu wrong!!!"
He was stunned for a second, then turned around, and next to a yellow taxi that drove away, the AK carrying a luggage bag dropped the luggage with a "slap", rushed over and hugged him.
He hugged AK reflexively, and heard his former drummer sobbing loudly in his ear: "Where did I go by you?!! I thought you were dead!!!"
"... How could I die?" He didn't know what to say, he never expected that AK would be here, did he come to find him? Will AK still come to him? He thought that AK would never forgive him, so many emotions surged in his heart, and finally he only asked, "You... are you okay?"
"Okay, good! It's good that you are not dead! Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooyou It’s so fucking ignorant!!”
"The one who should say I'm sorry is me," Fu Cuo tried his best to hold back his sobs. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad for these words, "I'm sorry I ruined your band dream..."
"It's none of your business. I was ignorant and left you alone and ran away. Fu Cuo, as I said before, as long as we can be together when we get old, the west wind is gone, I still have you, you still With me, don't leave me alone!"
He hugged AK's back tightly, feeling like he was hugging a child: "No more."