At five o'clock in the morning, Wang Xiaoou drove Sui Qingchi's white Cherokee, and it took an hour to arrive in Lantian County. When she entered the community, she squinted her eyes and tried to look at the buildings on both sides. She had been here before, but only here Once, and it wasn't her driving here, she lost her direction a long time ago, and was in some trouble, when she heard Sui Qingchi say in a deep voice behind her, "Go straight to the end."
"Oh!" Wang Xiaoou nodded hurriedly, and at the same time glanced at Sui Qingchi in the back seat from the rearview mirror. He was sleeping in the back before, but now he sat up, and his hair was still a little messy. Sui Qingchi's hair was very soft, so Usually he just needs a little flicking of his hair to smooth it out, but today he had his hair styled. Wang Xiaoou heard a "squeak", Sui Qingchi got up from the back seat, bowed his back and approached her, ah, not approaching her, but approaching the rearview mirror, approaching the rearview mirror! Out of the corner of Wang Xiaoou's eyes, he caught sight of Sui Qingchi reaching out and breaking the rearview mirror, and hurriedly wanted to turn on the light for him. Sui Qingchi said "no", smoothed his sleeping hair twice, and sat back . The oppressive feeling around him faded away, and Wang Xiaoou breathed a sigh of relief. Sui Qingchi and Tang Du felt different. Tang Du was really friendly. As a superstar, he didn't have any superstar airs. Well, Sui Qingchi, although she and her I have been with you for so long, but I still feel the "air" in him, probably not just because he is so good-looking, Sui Qingchi is another type of superstar...
At four o'clock in the morning, she received a call from Sui Qingchi asking if she was asleep. Of course she was already asleep, but she woke up immediately when she heard Sui Qingchi's voice, and blurted out that she was not asleep. Sui Qingchi sneezed on the other end of the phone, said you come to pick me up, and then sent him a location, she quickly put on a coat and went downstairs, stopped a taxi and ran to that place, halfway Shi Sui Qingchi called her again. She dozed off in the back seat, but immediately woke up again, sat up straight and said "Hello", as if reporting to the officer: "I'm already in the car!"
Sui Qingchi said that your mobile phone is on, talk to me. Wang Xiaoou didn't know why, so she followed suit, but she didn't know what to say. It was the first time she had a conversation with Sui Qingchi in the middle of the night. She and her first boyfriend didn't talk on the phone in the middle of the night. She was afraid that people would find her annoying. The god-level star asked to stay on the phone, but she was a little embarrassed. She couldn't find a topic, so she asked cautiously, "Master, what's wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, I drank a little wine, it's inconvenient to drive."
She said "Oh" and didn't know what to say.
The taxi driver was an uncle in his forties. He looked back with a smile and said, "Boyfriend?"
She quickly covered her phone: "No, no, no one calls a boyfriend a master!"
"Tell your boyfriend to reassure him that I'm not a bad person, and I can report my work number and license plate to him."
Wang Xiaoou was a little dumbfounded, and only then did she understand why Sui Qingchi asked her to keep her phone on and keep talking.
Alas, this master, I don't know whether this is cruel or gentle...
The destination was a bar diagonally opposite the CTR south school gate. From a long distance away, she saw the white Cherokee parked on the side of the road. Sui Qingchi was sitting in the co-driver's seat, with her hand outside the window and a cigarette in her hand. , she pulled the taxi over, paid the fare and got out of the car, stepped forward and knocked on the window of the Cherokee, Sui Qingchi reached out and opened the door for her.
Wang Xiaoou got into the car, fastened on his seat belt without saying a word, Sui Qingchi extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and said, "Go to Lantian County."
"Ah, what are you doing there?" Wang Xiaoou asked.
"Don't ask so many questions." Sui Qingchi pushed the car door sideways and said, "I'll sleep in the back for a while, call me when I get there." Immediately got out of the car and closed the door.
Wang Xiaoou waited for Sui Qingchi to get into the car before starting the car. Before leaving, he glanced at the bar with some curiosity, and heard Sui Qingchi in the back seat slamming, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing!" Wang Xiaoou hurriedly sat upright.
On the mansion avenue in Lantian County, Wang Xiaoou tremblingly followed Sui Qingchi's instructions and walked straight to the end. In the middle of the night, all the lights in his villa were turned off, but the innermost one was still brightly lit. Wang Xiaoou parked the car on the side of the road. Chi pushed the car door, said "wait for me here" and got out of the car.
Only then did Wang Xiaoou notice that Sui Qingchi was only wearing a dark blue sweater. The assistant's instinct made her look in the back seat, but she didn't see any coats or coats. It was strange, she remembered that he was still wearing a coat when recording the show what…
Sui Qingchi walked to the gate of the villa, quickly pressed the password with a look of impatience, and opened the door with a burst of anger suppressed in that force. He didn't change his shoes, and walked directly into the entrance without closing the door. The door was wide open, there was floor heating in the villa, and the cold air outside the house rushed to him. He had already drank a little wine, but now he was even more overwhelmed. As soon as I walked into the house, I saw rubbish scattered on the floor, all kinds of food and drink, balloons, cakes, and even condom packaging bags. A mixed-race girl in a miniskirt walked down the stairs drunk and saw him The eyes widened for a moment, and the wine immediately sobered up. Sui Qingchi glanced at the girl's almost bare skirt, ignored the other's excited eyes, and walked straight across the messy floor to the living room. The girl ran barefoot. He came down and patted his female companion who was squatting at the bottom of the stairs, and the two girls screamed piercingly after confirming that it was Sui Qingchi.
Sui Qingchi was quite accustomed to such screams, and frowning, he stopped by the coffee table in the middle of the sofa. The things placed on the coffee table made his original cold expression suddenly darker. The girl was so frightened that he stared back at her and put down her phone in a hurry.
The glass door leading to the swimming pool opened with a "wow", Sui Qingchi walked out, her leather shoes pressed against the manicured lawn, a disheveled woman was lying on the lawn with a fur shawl around her waist, while his guitarist Lying unconsciously on a folding sun chair, covered with a thick blanket, there are two speakers on the lawn, and the red electric guitar is lying on the ground. Sui Qingchi walked over and kicked the chair over, the guitarist and the chair fell to the ground.
The guitarist got up from the ground, looked around in confusion, looked up and saw Sui Qingchi, and then seemed to wake up: "... why are you here?"
The corner of Sui Qingchi's mouth twitched: "Are you surprised?" He looked towards the swimming pool with floating clothes, and said coldly, "Explain to me."
The guitarist stood up crookedly, and said, "You've seen it all, it's just a party, what's there to explain?"
"You are having a party here, and the property is calling me."
"Oh, Sui Qingchi..."
"Is this the fucking first time?!"
Sui Qingchi suddenly became ruthless, the sound was really scary, the guitarist trembled for a while and dared not speak. The sleepy girl on the lawn also woke up from fright, got up with a pale face while holding her skirt, and ran back into the house from behind Sui Qingchi without daring to lift her head, and almost fell when she entered the door.
Sui Qingchi glanced at the girl's embarrassed back: "You fucking don't sleep well enough, and you're still taking drugs in my room. Do you think I'm not troublesome enough?"
"It's not drugs, it's just marijuana..."
"Why don't you go out and smoke on the road when you're so upright?! It's a good idea to smoke marijuana in my place!"
"Sui Qingchi, why are you always like this? You always look like someone else is trying to harm you..."
"Aren't there fewer people who want to harm me? What were you doing when I was frozen in the snow, splashed with dirty water, and thrown pens and lights from high above?! You were smoking marijuana in my house!"
The guitarist was choked and didn't know what to say.
Sui Qingchi glanced at the red Fender guitar on the ground, frowned, and said, "Pick it up."
The guitarist stooped to pick it up with a suffocating breath, and before he lifted his waist, he heard Sui Qingchi say: "Drug abuse is my bottom line, bring the guitar and your girlfriend, move out for me before tomorrow."
The guitarist slowly stood up straight and looked at Sui Qingchi, suddenly sober. Sui Qingchi glanced at him, turned and left expressionlessly, the guitarist stared at Sui Qingchi's back without looking back , said: "... what do you mean?"
"I won't lose you a penny of liquidated damages." Sui Qingchi said.
"Sui Qingchi, what do you mean?!" The irritated guitarist shouted, seeing that Sui Qingchi was still walking, he raised the guitar and threw it to the ground, "Sui Qingchi, what the hell do you mean? !"
The guitar hit the grass with a muffled sound, Sui Qingchi stopped, turned around and saw the guitar that fell on the ground, and fell back again.
The guitarist thought there was room for redemption. Seeing Sui Qingchi come over and pick up the electric guitar, he restrained his tone and said, "You can't drive me away like this. I've been with you for so many years, Sui Qingchi, you just..."
The voice was interrupted by an extremely fierce impact, Sui Qingchi lifted the neck of the guitar, and slapped the guitar directly on the tree trunk. He smashed it three times with unrelenting strength, and did not stop until the neck was broken.
The guitarist was stunned, seeing Sui Qingchi standing there holding the broken electric guitar, he was still looking down to see if it was completely destroyed, he looked like a cruel demon. It was the electric guitar that Sui Qingchi gave him on his birthday. It was very valuable. He always used this guitar in Sui Qingchi's concerts. Now Sui Qingchi is telling him in this way that the two of them are in love with each other. He doesn't want him anymore. It's really ruthless, he didn't feel sentimental at all when he got to this point!
"You've thought about this a long time ago," the guitarist stared at him sarcastically, his lips trembling with anger when he spoke, "You fucking wanted to get rid of me a long time ago! You are the kind of person Sui Qingchi! So your team No one will follow you for a long time, so I just miss you and have followed you for so many years!"
"Have you finished?" Sui Qingchi threw the guitar, lowered his head and stroked the place where the wood stabbed his palm, his tone was quite indifferent.
"Just wait and see, Sui Qingchi, you will be unlucky, there will always be a day when you fall from the pyramid!"
Sui Qingchi sneered and looked at the hysterical guitarist with red eye circles: "That can't hit you on the head."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. The drunken and reveling men and women in the villa were awakened by his arrival in less than ten minutes. A group of moths flocking to him and afraid of being burned by him seem to be watching the hurricane leave.
Sui Qingchi walked out of the gate of the villa, and lifted the turtleneck of the sweater happily in the cold wind. It felt like throwing a handful of lit firewood to the house behind him, burning everything he wanted to burn a long time ago but for some reason it kept on burning. Endure until now.
Wang Xiaoou didn't expect Sui Qingchi to come out so quickly, and he failed to take a nap. Sui Qingchi opened the passenger door and sat up, buckled up his seat belt and said, "Don't tell Liu Mei what happened today."
Wang Xiaoou nodded like a pounding garlic.
"Send me back, I'll give you a day off tomorrow." Sui Qingchi said.
"Ah?" Wang Xiaoou was a little happy in his heart, and asked happily, "Then do you want to tell sister Liu Mei about this?"
"I told her."
Wang Xiaoou started the car happily.
When he left Lantian County, Sui Qingchi remembered the guitar he had smashed, the red Fender electric guitar, which was specially customized, and he rejected it several times during the customization process because of the wrong color. How many times he regretted that this guitar was entrusted to others, and now he finally broke it with his own hands.
I have sent many things to musicians, basses, drums, and even pianos, all of which are of great value, in line with his status as a king, anyway, he is not short of money, but only the guitar, every time I buy a good guitar , and then send it out, I feel like a stick in my throat.
A car ahead came with high beams on, he stared numbly at the windshield without paying attention, his eyes were stabbed suddenly, he looked away reflexively, his nose suddenly became sore.
This is the sad feeling of wanting to cry without tears, because someone once gave him a plywood guitar worth 500 yuan, and he regarded it as a priceless treasure in his heart, and smashed it with his own hands. Unforgettable.
I used to think that if I signed a contract in the future and got rich, that person saves money to buy a villa, so he saves money to buy guitars, and I want to give him a cabinet of electric guitars, all of which are red electric guitars, because they are what I like color. Now that he has money, let alone a red electric guitar worth hundreds of thousands, even a hundred of these guitars are no problem, but he can't give anything away.
Fu Cuo was woken up by Yao Ke the next day. When he opened his eyes, he saw Yao Ke lowered his head and blinked at him with a smile. It may be because the smile was too ambiguous. On a sofa in a bar, not on someone else's girl's bed. Seeing his reaction, Yao Ke was amused, picked up his overcoat, and asked, "Are you willing to buy such expensive clothes?"
Fu Cuo sat up a little, and lifted up the corner of the black coat. It was very soft to the touch, and undoubtedly kept warm, which made him sleep comfortably all night. He tried his best to piece together the drunken fragments, turned to the collar of the coat, remembered how the two collars were held up by the man's hands in front of his neck to keep out the cold, and finally remembered who the clothes belonged to, but he felt a little uncomfortable. untie. Seeing that Yao Ke was still staring at the coat with a curious expression on his face, he took it off and said "it's not mine".
Yao Ke's eyes widened, his expression became richer and more exciting.
Fu Cuo didn't want her to make up her mind, so she changed her words again: "Okay, it's mine."
Yao Ke was speechless: "Is it yours?!"
Fu Cuo sat up and gently put the coat aside: "Is this important?"
"It doesn't matter anymore," Yao Ke said, pulling at the label of the clothes. "The clothes cost tens of thousands. Of course I don't bother to ask you if it's a few hundred dollars!"
Fu Cuo glanced at the clothes label, his head hurt, and he simply said, "This is a counterfeit product."
Yao Ke picked up the coat and looked at it, raised his eyebrows and said: "That's a good copycat," and sniffed closer, "Why does it still have a male scent?" He leaned over and smelled Fu Cuo, and Fu Cuo walked back Avoiding it, Yao Ke said with a smile, "You don't have masculine fragrance on you, only champagne. You drank a lot last night, didn't you?"
Fu Cuo was noncommittal, got up and walked to the bar, where the wine glasses that the two of them drank last night were still on it, no wonder Yao Ke wanted to ask questions. He walked over to pick up the things silently, remembered that the guitar had been confiscated on the stage, but was stunned when he turned around—there was only a high chair on the stage, and the acoustic guitar was not there.
"Yao Ke."
"what?"
"Did you take the guitar?"
"What guitar?"
Fu Cuo turned his head and glanced at Yao Ke who was bewildered. Without saying anything, he walked to the small backstage room by himself, opened the door, and saw the acoustic guitar in the old place.
Sui Qingchi returned the acoustic guitar.
He walked over to pick up the guitar, and Sui Qingchi loosened the strings of the guitar.
Yao Ke poked his head in from behind and asked gossipingly, "What are you doing? Feeling lost?"
Fu Cuo looked at this small room, and it was still the same as it was many years ago, with a few chairs, an old and worn-out sofa, and a small table next to the sofa with two stacks of CDs on it. The only difference was that these CDs are no longer just the works of European and American rock bands, but more popular pop singers, including Sui Qingchi's albums.
Fu Cuo whispered: "These CDs have always been placed like this..."
"Ah?" Yao Ke didn't understand what he was asking.
"Nothing." Fu put the guitar in the bag by mistake.
Sui Qingchi probably didn't find his CD among these CDs, and he probably didn't deliberately sit down and look through dozens of CDs to see if his own CD was as boring, Fu Cuo tried so hard to convince himself. But even if Sui Qingchi really saw it and knew that his album was here, it wouldn't be a big deal. It would be strange if he didn't listen to his songs if he asked for a band in the bar. He didn't know why he cared so much.