Fu Cuo was counting the wine in the wine cellar, looking down at his watch from time to time. Zhong Dao successfully passed the audition. Today is the first day of video recording for the TV competition. The 80 contestants selected from the audition will be assessed by the four mentors on the spot.
Yao Ke walked in and saw that Fu Cuo was distracted by his watch, so he tapped on the wine rack: "Why do you keep looking at your watch?"
Fu Cuo put down his hand and picked up the record list: "It's nothing, the newly bought watch looks good."
Yao Ke couldn't laugh or cry, followed behind Fu Cuo, looking at the tall and handsome figure in a white shirt, so handsome, why he is still single, it's really unscientific! She coughed: "Is Zhong Dao participating in the video today, 80 into 40?"
Fu mistakenly said it seemed to be.
Yao Ke was holding back her laughter from the back, thinking, brother Fu Cuo, why are you so arrogant~~ She put the key on the shelf: "I have an appointment tonight, so I won't come over, please watch for me in the bar .”
Fu Cuo nodded with his back to her: "Have fun."
Not long after Yao Ke left, the phone rang. Fu Cuo just said "Hello", and AK shouted loudly: "Fu Cuo, he's in! He's in!!"
Fu Cuo said "hmm", he is confident in Zhong Dao's singing skills, he is not worried about this, but worried about whether the boy will be unpopular because of his bad personality and similar eyebrows and eyes to Sui Qingchi Hi, after all, Sui Qingchi is not a popular celebrity in the circle.
Now that the results came out, he somewhat relaxed, leaned back on the empty shelf in the wine cellar, and wondered if he was thinking too much, and he was so anxious.
It may also be about the draft competition or something, he already has a psychological shadow.
"The Strongest Voice on the Surface" was recorded once a week, and another episode was broadcast every other week, so Fu Cuo didn't see Zhong Dao on TV until a week later. In the preliminary round, 80 points and 40 points were broadcast in four episodes, but Zhong Dao was lucky to be included in the first episode. When the boy appeared on the stage, the lights were focused, and the music played, Fu Cuo recalled the scene when Xifeng participated in "Band Frenzy". As for the lead singer Fan Fan, of course he knew that Sui Qingchi could see him, and he might still wonder why he and Xifeng came to this show. What Sui Qingchi was thinking at that time, he could only rely on guesses, but in those guesses he couldn't help but have a little expectation, a little fantasy. It wasn't until 16 to 8 that he finally realized that Sui Qingchi was What was he thinking, it turned out that he had guessed completely wrong, and he couldn't figure out that person at all.
The three syllables of "Sui Qingchi" suddenly came from the TV. Fu Cuo was stunned, and his thoughts were pulled back. Zhong Dao's singing was over, and it was no surprise that he was unanimously approved. The four judges were two music producers, Two singers, one of them is Tang Du, who is known as the God of Songs, and is also a superstar who shares half of the country with Sui Qingchi in the field of Chinese male singers, and the other is An Jie, a female singer who is in the same company as Sui Qingchi, It was she who mentioned Sui Qingchi.
"I think he looks a bit like Sui Qingchi." An Jie said with a smile, and finally looked at Tang Du beside him, who also nodded.
The host asked Zhong Dao, did someone say that you look like Sui Qingchi? Fu Cuo saw Zhong Dao say "yes, yes" in a blunt tone. He obviously wanted to continue, but was interrupted by the host. Or it might have been edited out. In short, the host asked for the opinions of the mentors. An Jie said that I like him very much, and Tang Du also gave a very high evaluation. Fu Cuo turned off the TV when he saw this.
Zhong Dao was unanimously approved and highly rated. AK seemed happier than Zhong Dao himself. He called to chat with him, but Fu Cuo couldn't catch his joy at all. I want to say that this is only the first issue, and it's still very early Well, what are you happy about? Why did you heal your scar so easily and forget about the pain? But AK on the other end of the phone sounded so happy, so he didn't pour cold water on it.
In fact, it's pretty good, the ability to forget the pain when the scar is healed, it would be great if he could learn a little bit.
The program team of "The Strongest Voice on the Surface" made a gimmick of the juvenile version of Sui Qingchi on the official website and in the promotional video, attracting many Sui Qingchi's fans and sunspots to watch.
Sui Qingchi went overseas to participate in a music award ceremony and came back. As soon as he got off the plane, he heard enthusiastic shouts from the fans who picked him up. Sui Tianwang was wearing a dark blue jacket with a fur collar and sunglasses. He was accompanied by three bodyguards. Big and small bags followed closely behind. No matter where Sui Qingchi goes, there are a large number of fans at the airport, and I don't know where they know about his various itineraries. Fortunately, Sui Qingchi is in a good mood today, and the fans gathered around to follow him. At that time, he deliberately slowed down and chatted with fans who were close to him. A girl asked, "Have you watched "The Strongest Voice on the Surface"? They even made a juvenile version of Sui Qingchi!"
The fans next to him also echoed, saying that the show was rubbing his popularity or something. Wang Xiaoou's head was full of black lines when he heard it from behind, thinking that "The Strongest Voice on the Surface" has invited Tang Du, is it still necessary to catch Sui Qingchi's popularity
Sui Qingchi raised her eyebrows: "That's great, someone is willing to learn from me."
Sui Qingchi hadn't watched "The Strongest Voice on the Surface" at all, and there were too many people using him to hype up his position, so he couldn't care less. After getting into the nanny car, Wang Xiaoou turned his head, held up his mobile phone and said to him in surprise, "Master, this boy really looks a bit like you!"
Sui Qingchi took off his jacket and glanced at it casually, and recognized that the boy in the video was the boy he had seen at Fu Cuo's house.
Wang Xiaoou had a look of sincerity and fear, not knowing what he had done wrong.
Usually in the nanny's car, Sui Qingchi would either sleep or listen to music, but today was uncharacteristically. Sui Qingchi watched the video repeatedly in the nanny car. In order to see the young man clearly, he even paid 15 yuan to become a member. He had to admit that this boy named Zhong Dao was good at singing. Last time he only memorized Yuege , I forgot to ask Fu Cuo, why does he have to accept a student who looks a bit like him, making him feel like a cat scratching his heart, what does it mean
There was dead silence in the nanny's car, and Wang Xiaoou only felt the thorns on his back. After a long while, he heard Sui Qingchi behind him muttering to himself: "What do you mean?"
It is with a little anger.
In the middle of the night, Fu Cuo was woken up again by harassing phone calls. The other party hung up and dialed again, and hung up and dialed again. He was very unyielding. He couldn't take it anymore. When he picked up the phone, he heard Sui Qingchi's voice:
"Do you know how to play double now?"
Fu Cuo frowned and glanced at the incoming call, thinking, didn't I set up a blacklist? Seeing that it was actually a landline number, I wanted to hang up, but after thinking about it, Sui Qingchi still had to call after hanging up, so I simply put the phone on the bedside and let Sui Qingchi talk about himself, he lay down and went to sleep. Actually slept very peacefully.
"Fu wrong?" Sui Qingchi spoke for a long time by himself before realizing that there was no response from the other side, and he was furious, "Okay, don't hang up if you have the guts!"
The bastard Samoyed in the kennel was woken up by the sound of the owner's ping-pong upstairs, shook his ears and got up from the kennel and went upstairs. Seeing Sui Qingchi walk into the workshop angrily, he opened the door with a "bang". The guitar box, take out the electric guitar and hang it up, skillfully plug in the power supply and connect the speaker, put the mobile phone on the workbench, and then strum the strings one by one. The sound of the electric guitar in the middle of the night was like the roar of a lion in the east of the river, and the big dog lay down on the ground with a "owwow", its paws firmly clutching its ears.
Fu Cuo was woken up by the angry solo of the electric guitar, and sat up from the quilt, holding his head with his hands helplessly.
Sui Qingchi soloed into the phone for three minutes, and finally saw that the call was cut off, the strings of the piano were loosened with a shock of his fingers, and a weak whimper came from the pickup.
The workshop suddenly fell silent. He stood for a while, lowered his hands, bypassed the power supply and speaker wires on the floor, walked over and turned off the phone.
After venting, I feel very exhausted, especially in this expensive workshop.
This workshop even comes with a small recording studio. When he first designed it, he designed it as the heart of the whole villa. If it can be used for arranging, post-processing, and recording, it will be the end of the world. Come on, just plug this place up and it'll still be music heaven. Bedrooms and gardens can be accommodated, but this place cannot be accommodated.
But such a luxurious music fortress was built, but he didn't use it much. Because he can't write songs.
It's not him who can write songs.
Zhong Dao was very depressed about the title of "Young Sui Qingchi", but he was so soft-spoken that he could only keep silent. On this day, AK hosted a guest to celebrate the victory of the first battle. Zhong Dao was recognized in the restaurant. As soon as he came in, a boy pointed at him at the next table and said, "Hey, are you the one from "The Strongest Voice on the Surface?" The contestants on "Ah, like Sui Qingchi?"
Having said that, everyone at that table looked this way, and Fu Cuo saw Zhong Dao roll his eyes, and while sitting down, he said "I'm wrong" in a bad tone.
AK went to get the beer, and Fu Cuo said, "Why don't we eat it at another place."
"Ah?" AK was puzzled, "Why?"
But Zhong Dao said: "If you don't change it, I'll eat here."
Fu took a wrong look at him, and didn't say anything else, only slandered in his heart, this temper is just like Sui Qingchi's, it's absolutely absolute.
The people at that table were about to leave, so they couldn't help but glanced this way for a few times. Fu Cuo heard them walking out of the store, talking loudly. No one remembered Zhong Dao's name. It was Sui Qingchi who came and went. , Sui Qingchi.
Even the dull as AK heard it, and with a face of sudden realization, he embraced Zhong Dao's shoulders: "What's wrong with being like Sui Qingchi? To say you are like Sui Qingchi is a compliment!"
Zhong Dao replied abruptly: "Are you sure?"
AK hiccupped, stared at Zhong Dao's face, and said sincerely, "Besides, you look a bit like him."
Zhong Dao swung his arm away and gave him a fierce look.
AK got high after a while, and said he wanted to go out to enjoy the wind, but Fu Cuo ignored him, watching him squatting under a tree outside the store to sober up.
"You haven't told me about the affair with Sui Qingchi yet." Zhong Dao across the table said abruptly.
Fu Cuo paused for a moment with his hand, and then picked it up casually: "I can't make it clear in a few words. Let's talk about it after you finish the game. Now the focus is not on this."
"I can ask him directly." Zhong Dao said, gesturing to AK who was teasing the dog outside the door with a threatening look.
"Then why don't you ask?"
"Because the person Sui Qingchi came to look for was not him, but you." Zhong Dao said.
Fu Cuo didn't speak, just lowered his head to eat.
"Is the lead singer who sings the best the same as Sui Qingchi?"
Fu Cuo finally put down his chopsticks: "I said I'll tell you after the game. You don't need to know this now." I don't want to mention it either!
"Of course it's necessary," Zhong Dao said, "otherwise, how would I know if I'm being used as a stand-in by you." After finishing speaking, he got up, picked up the backpack on the side, and walked out.
Fu Cuo looked at his back as he walked away, unable to say a word.
substitute? use? What is this all about? Fu mistakenly thought that this was probably the onset of the second disease in middle school. After all, he was only eighteen years old, and he should be fine in two days, but he never expected that Zhong Dao would be eliminated in the 40-to-20 competition. What he sang was not the song they had chosen and practiced together before. For some reason, he changed the song and singing style temporarily, and his live performance was a complete mess.
AK ran to the bar to tell him the news, and called Zhong Dao in front of him, but Zhong Dao didn't answer, so he sent a voice over, scolding him bloody:
"Zhong Dao, you son of a bitch, thanks to me and your grandpa Fu Cuo helping you so much, can you be a little bit angry? A sentence like Sui Qingchi can drive you to death, are you three years old this year?! Fuck me You&%$$$"
Fu Cuo couldn't listen anymore, he always felt that it was not Zhong Dao who was being scolded, it was clearly him, when AK scolded to a climax, he directly took the phone over, and said to Zhong Dao: "What do you want to know, come here and I will tell you. "
Unexpectedly, at two o'clock in the morning that day, he went backstage to pack up his things and go home, when Zhong Dao came.
He turned his head and saw the person outside the door, and heaved a sigh of relief: "I really know how to choose the time..."
The band members all went back, Fu Cuo poured Zhong Dao a glass of cocktail, put it on the bar, and asked him, "Why do you care so much about this?"
Zhong Dao took a sip of the wine and put down the glass: "I don't want to be taken advantage of."
"No one is using you." Fu Cuo said, "The meaning of using is to care about what you have on your body. AK and I don't want to use you."
"Then why did you help me?"
"Because we are good people, okay?" Fu Cuo sighed, "If you can't sing well, if you have money, you can go to a higher music academy and have professional teachers to teach you, who wants to help you? I will only Jealous of you. You were the first lead singer who just happened to look like me, but that was just an accident."
Zhong Dao finally lowered his head: "I didn't expect to be eliminated, I just... want to avoid using you to guide me in singing, because it sounds very similar to Sui Qingchi."
"That's called Speech level singing, not Sui Qingchi level singing."
Zhong Dao nodded weakly: "So your first lead singer is really Sui Qingchi?"
"Yeah." Fu Cuo said, "Later, our ideas disagreed and we parted ways. I didn't lie to you. To me, he was someone who betrayed the band, so I don't want to mention him."
Zhong Dao pursed his lips: "Why did he come to see you last time?"
"Come and ask me to sing." Fu Cuo said.
"Do you want to write for him?" Zhong Dao asked, thinking of the song without a name, he couldn't help being a little envious.
"What do you think?" Fu Cuo said, "Do I look like someone who easily forgives betrayal?"
Zhong Dao held the thin ankle of the wine glass, turned it around silently for a while, and finally said: "I'm sorry, I just... can't stand people ignoring me and only treating me as someone's shadow. I know, this is inferiority."
Fu Cuo saw him staring down at the reflection on the wine glass, inferiority complex is hard to overcome, but it can be said that for a strong person like Zhong Dao, his self-esteem has already been severely trampled under his feet.
He took a deep breath: "Are you completely eliminated? Do you still have a chance?"
Zhong Dao shook his head: "There is a rematch, but the chance is about zero."
Fu Cuo didn't say anything, but patted him on the shoulder.
Afterwards, Fu Cuo thought that there seemed to be nothing wrong with this. It was better to stop here than to stop at the end. Although he also felt sorry for Zhong Dao, maybe that child just didn't have that life. None of them have that life.
Unexpectedly, the next morning the door panel was slapped loudly, and as soon as the door was opened, AK grabbed his hand in a hurry: "Fu Cuo, you have to help him!"
"Help for what?" He faced the sun, frowning sleepily.
"The resurrection match! The resurrection match must be desperate, Fu Cuo, you write an original song for him!"
Fu Cuo was awake. He looked at the AK and withdrew his hand: "Be sober."
AK followed him into the house, with his shoes off and the door open, and said eagerly, "Don't you want to see him succeed? That kid is really talented!"
Fu Cuo had a headache, sat down on the sofa, looked up and asked, "Why do you have to help him succeed? You and I don't have that ability, okay?"
AK sat down on the sofa, dejected and unwilling. Fu mistakenly saw that his lips were dry from running, so he got up and poured water for him. When the hot water was poured into the paper cup, he suddenly heard AK behind him say:
"I helped him because of the west wind."
Fu Cuo was taken aback for a moment, the water almost scalded his fingers.
"Fu Cuo, I know that Xifeng has become a thing of the past. Without Tan Si and Sui Qingchi, it's just the two of us, and we're not too young. It's impossible to go back, but every time we get drunk Wine, I still miss the past..." AK said, this time, his tone was no longer agitated, quiet, faint, full of sincere nostalgia, "I always feel that it is a pity that Xifeng did not succeed, if there were no accidents , Maybe we can go on forever, this is the biggest regret in my life, so..." He looked up at Fu Cuo's back, "I really want to see our previous dreams come true in him, Zhong Dao that Dude, he was born at the bottom like us, he can rely on nothing but himself, but he is too young, I don't want to see him make the mistakes we have made. You just take it as me Empathize, I don't ask you to understand, I just ask you to help me again, just treat it as...helping me realize my dream."
The word "Dream Realization" is hot and piercing.
“…I don’t write songs anymore.”
"You just stopped writing songs for others, but I know you haven't stopped writing songs," AK said hesitantly, "Actually, I've always wanted to let him sing the songs you wrote."
Fu Cuo turned around: "Whatever I write, I write to Xifeng. It's a sacrifice, not for living people."
The negotiation reached a stalemate. At that moment, Fu Cuo also felt that he was a bit too cold-blooded and cruel, but this was a bottom line that he could not break.
AK was silent for a long time, then suddenly said in a low voice, "Is it for Xifeng, or for Sui Qingchi?"
Fu Cuo glared at him, his chest felt hot all of a sudden, I don't know if it was because of anger or what.
"West Wind is gone, and it will never come back," AK said, "If you want those songs to stay on the hard drive, why write them out, Fu Cuo, you should ask yourself carefully."
Fu Cuo was confused and didn't want to continue the conversation. He put the glass of water on the bar and said coldly, "Go back."
Not long after AK left, he couldn't stay alone in the house anymore, so he put on a coat and went out. Walking aimlessly in this dream-chasing city, when passing through the underground passage, I saw a homeless artist playing guitar and singing, and there was a dog lying next to him. People came and went in the passage, but no one stopped to listen. After all, singing , too simple and too cheap, and the guitar is just one of the most easy-to-use instruments among many instruments. Music can no longer easily impress people. Fu Cuo looked at the twitching ears of the Chinese pastoral dog, thinking that maybe it would be okay to impress a dog.
In such a flashy era, it is a real artist who can still move people to tears by singing and re-empower the music.
He stood there listening to the whole song, knelt down and put all the change in his pocket on the ground, and stroked the dog's head again. The singer looked up and said "thank you".
He didn't know when he came to the tunnel. There was a bus stop in front of the tunnel. He saw the bus coming from a distance, but he didn't get on the bus and chose to walk.
I once walked through the same tunnel with Sui Qingchi carrying a guitar. It was late at night, and Sui Qingchi was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, humming a song, holding a pick in his hand, and rhythmically across the tunnel wall. When a car passes by, the sound of the wind becomes loud and screaming. If it were an ordinary singer, he would not have heard the singing for a long time, but Sui Qingchi is not one of them. Even if he is in the bottom of the valley, the abyss, or hell, his singing can still be steady The earth lives in the clouds, and the song he wrote, which spans from A2 to D5, is gilded like a god, and then returned to him.
He was deeply impressed by Sui Qingchi's talent, and said resolutely and chicly: "From now on, I will write songs for you alone."
"Then what if I die?" Sui Qingchi asked back.
He was quite helpless: "Sui Qingchi, why do you say everything?"
"If I die, or if my voice is broken and I can't sing your song, what will you do?"
He stopped and said, "Then I won't write."
At that time, it never occurred to Sui Qingchi that one day she would leave Xifeng. Such an oath is effortlessly promised.
Sui Qingchi walked over with a smile, put one hand on the back of his neck, and the foreheads of the two naturally touched each other.
"You still have to write it down, and you can sing it for others. No matter whether I am alive or dead, whether I can sing or not, what I can bring you can only be happiness and completeness, without any pain or regret."
Thinking of this sentence now, I still feel palpitations. Although Sui Qingchi is another person now, a complete bastard, he still can't forget Sui Qingchi at that time.
How can I forget so easily...