The bar closed, and Fu Cuo was the last one to leave as usual. He went back to the backstage cabin to put away the musical instruments. When he turned around, he saw the black coat on the sofa.
The empty bar is very quiet, and this small room also brings a sense of security like a hug, and the coat, like the finishing touch in this small room, is the soul of this scene.
He stared at it for a moment in a daze.
Time seemed to be frozen at this moment, and he could still remember the temperature of the clothes covering his body when he woke up, and every song that Sui Qingchi sang that night.
He sang "Castle", "Ten Thousand Years Back in Time", "Beautiful", "You Come to the Ferris Wheel with Puzzled Style", and 400,000 was given to him in one night.
That night, he actually wanted to tell Sui Qingchi, could you stop smoking, but he stubbornly refused to speak. He was begging him, and he didn't want to beg him. But I have to admit that even though Sui Qingchi's voice is not as good as before, he still touches the soul when he sings, but there are more scratches and scars in his timbre, densely packed, like the moon that has been grayed by meteorites for so many years.
This is the second coat that Sui Qingchi left for him. It changed from deep blue to deeper black. He noticed that when Yao Ke lifted the coat and opened the neckline that day, they were of the same brand, maybe Just a coincidence. he thought as he sat down on the sofa.
It might not be a coincidence, as the palm of his hand rubbed the soft and itchy fabric, he was the one who decided that he would never let go of anything, and the same was true for clothes.
When preparing musical instruments with Yingying Xiaoman in this room, Yingying asked him: "Brother Fu Cuo, is this your overcoat? Why did you lose it here? I think you put it here yesterday. Be careful that it was crushed. This brand is super overcoat." Dear."
He didn't know how to explain it, so he had no choice but to say nothing, as a default. Xiaoman picked up the coat and said, "I also want to buy something like this, but I'm sure I can't afford it. I don't know if Taobao has the same style. Can I wear it?"
Fu Cuo hugged the guitar and looked up at him in amazement.
Xiao Man was holding the coat in front of him, waiting for his reply, and he didn't look like he thought he would be rejected at all.
Fu Cuo put down the guitar and stood up, and brought the coat over: "You don't suit this style."
Shadow also laughed: "You can't wear this kind of extravagance!"
Reminiscing so far, Fu Cuo sighed, folded his clothes, and found a paper bag: "I can only take you back."
The black coat was put into the paper bag softly, very well-behaved, like a sleeping cat.
The next recording of "The Strongest Voice on the Surface" will be the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the final rehearsal. The next recording will be the PK between Sui Qingchi's group and Tong Guandong's group. As one of the most famous music producers in China, Tong Guandong has chosen and chosen Ge's vision is very unique. There is a player in the group who is strong and has a high voice to win the championship. Although the four students selected by Tang Du, including Zhong Dao, are not weak, but because Sui Qingchi is not good as a mentor, the online competition has already begun. It is said that this group will be completely wiped out if it is not done well.
But Wang Xiaoou never expected that Sui Qingchi said the day before that he would not go to the rehearsal if he was killed, but today he changed his mind.
He decided to go there on the spur of the moment, and no one on the TV station knew about it. Wearing a red down jacket, Sui Qingchi suddenly appeared in front of the elevator in the CBS building, and the staff were shocked. The elevator had just come down from the upstairs, and when the door opened, two staff members inside, a man and a woman, looked up and saw him, their footsteps got stuck, and they hurried out after shaking their heads. Sui Qingchi walked in, and after passing by Sui Qingchi, the two couldn't stop turning their heads to look at him.
Wang Xiaoou punched the card and pressed the floor, the elevator door slid closed, Sui Qingchi's eyes were not focused at first, and only when the door closed did he stare at the two people who were looking at him outside through the gap. I'm used to it, but I'm still not used to it, the feeling of being visited as a living exhibit everywhere.
From the reflection of the closed elevator door, Wang Xiaoou saw Sui Qingchi's eyes at that moment were very sharp. After the elevator started to ascend, he turned his eyes away to look at the elevator's indicator panel, and his body relaxed.
When Sui Qingchi arrived, Wu Xiao happened to be rehearsing on the stage. The director did not notice that Sui Qingchi was coming. Several staff members found out first, and rushed to notify the director. The stage director hurriedly turned around and saw Sui Qingchi leaving. When he came over, he looked a little flattered.
The director asked Sui Qingchi for his opinion, but Wu Xiao's singing was already at the end, and Sui Qingchi didn't express any opinion. Wang Xiaoou noticed Wu Xiao's expression after he noticed Sui Qingchi's arrival, and he was a little embarrassed. Sui Qingchi glanced at him, didn't say anything, and turned to ask the director: "Who is left?"
"Only Zhongdao is left."
Sui Qingchi said: "Okay, let me take a look at his."
Wang Xiaoou understood at a glance, Sui Qingchi came to see Zhong Dao, it must be like this, it must be like this! It was because of the abuse of his fans against Zhong Dao. She looked up at Sui Qingchi's back, sniffed, and thought, you are such a good man!
After Wu Xiao left, the scene rested for ten minutes, and the music director also came over. Sui Qingchi asked, "What did he sing?"
"Ah? Don't you know?" The director subconsciously replied, and the stage director at the side cleared his throat, and the director noticed that what he said seemed to be accusing Sui Qingchi, so he said, "He sang your song "Beautiful" .”
Sui Qingchi frowned immediately.
During the rest period, Wang Xiaoou sat with Sui Qingchi in the first row of the auditorium. The program team might think that he was jet-lagged and tired, and wanted to move him a chair near the stage so that he could watch the rehearsal. Sui Qing Chi said no, I watched the stage effect from the auditorium.
Sui Qingchi didn't speak for a while after sitting down, leaning against the back of the chair with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at the busy people on the stage with a somewhat stern expression.
This is what it feels like to be with Sui Qingchi, especially when he is silent, Wang Xiaoou thought, there is a kind of pressure like the deep sea, she feels as helpless as the seaweed absorbed on the seabed, she can only drift with the current , not daring to disturb him.
Zhong Dao obviously knew that Sui Qingchi was coming, and others had come before the stage was ready, and Wang Xiaoou spotted him first when he looked around. The young man took off his hat when he came over, and the closer he got to Sui Qingchi, the more he staggered his footsteps, which is not surprising, Wang Xiaoou thought, Sui Qingchi is not an amiable star like Tang Du, he is the kind of superstar with dazzling sharpness, When I met Sui Qingchi for the first time, she couldn't even speak well. Later, at the airport, she changed the ticket at the counter. When she came back, Sui Qingchi said that you don't stutter. She was a little surprised. , because there were a lot of people in line at that time, Sui Qingchi stood far away from the counter, and the noise at the airport was so loud that he could hear her talking. It was also at that time that she realized that Sui Qingchi thought she was stuttering...
She has always had a good impression of Zhong Dao, she felt as if she saw Sui Qingchi in her youth, it was very magical, so she turned her head and said to Sui Qingchi, "Zhong Dao is here..."
At the right time, there was a bang from the sound on the stage, and Sui Qingchi slowly raised his head towards the right hand, and a handsome young man stood in front of him, towards two o'clock. The light on the stage and the darkness off the stage put the young man at the junction of light and darkness. At that moment, he seemed to see a ghost from the past.
Zhong Dao said hello, teacher, in a very low voice, as if deliberately trying to fool people inaudibly, but Sui Qingchi heard it.
Those malicious insults to the boy in front of him flashed through his mind, Sui Qingchi put down his legs and stood up, the fluffy down jacket made a rustle, making his voice very deep: "Get ready."
Soon the stage lights were ready, the band was ready, Zhong Dao approached the microphone, his singing voice sounded with the accompaniment, but with special sound effects added, listening to the rustling old radio, Wang Xiaoou was immediately attracted by the arrangement, the song was still the same song , but it feels more passionate than the original. The large number of drum beats added in the chorus and the whistling of the electric guitar sound strangely not rough at all, but it seems to be heart-wrenching, which makes people's heart hurt. This kind of change has been caused, and I only feel that it is very touching, but it also hurts people deeply. Glancing at Sui Qingchi, Sui Qingchi was standing in front of her, with both hands in the pockets of the red down jacket, and the scattered lights on the stage hit him one after another. Master must be very happy to hear that his song has been changed like this, he is the most serious about music...
Just when she was immersed in the music with a full face, Sui Qingchi turned around without warning, Wang Xiaoou didn't keep up with that moment, and saw Sui Qingchi walking directly to the music director, and said something in a low voice , the music director talked to him for a few words, what did Sui Qingchi say later, the music director looked a little surprised, then nodded, and then Sui Qingchi... left
Wang Xiaoou didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly followed in fear.
When the heart-piercing new version of "Beautiful" reached the last chorus, Sui Qingchi unexpectedly left on the grounds of something. Wang Xiaoou didn't dare to ask why, when she got into the elevator, Sui Qingchi stood facing the wall in front of the closed elevator door, so she had to stretch her hand over and carefully clock in and press the floor.
The song "Beautiful" that hit him was still in Sui Qingchi's mind. He could never forget any song after hearing it once, let alone such a rich and colorful accompaniment, which echoed in his ears like gunshots at this moment. He shouldn't ask who made this version of the arrangement. There is only one person who can change "Beautiful" in this way. He changed the tempo and changed the song. The drums are stomped to death, and the guitar is swept to death, turning what was once touching into hurtful, and what was once romantic has become tearing.
... You can do it, Fu Cuo, what do you mean? !
Zhong Dao didn't know what happened, Sui Qingchi just took a look at his rehearsal and left without saying anything to him, he still refused to believe it, so what's the point of Sui Qingchi coming all the way here mean? After getting off the stage, he reluctantly asked the music director, "Didn't he say anything?"
"He said it was good, very good," said the music director.
What the hell? Zhong Dao was dumbfounded: "He really said that?"
"It's very good, very good." The director smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "The original words. He came to ask me who made this arrangement, and I said you brought it yourself."
Zhong Dao blinked: "... Then he said very good, very good?"
The music director nodded: "He said there was still something to do. I asked him if there was anything he wanted to convey to you, and he said to let you sing like this."
The music director left, Zhong Dao was stunned in place, unable to suppress the frustration in his heart, even though he didn't want to believe it, but now he had to believe that Sui Qingchi didn't come here to give him any advice, but to show that he had I have been to the rehearsal site of the players.
It's ironic, he felt a burning pain on his face right now. Just because Sui Qingchi had won a ticket for him once, it doesn't mean that the king of heaven treats him differently. With his level, he was like a primary school student in front of Sui Qingchi, but if he were Sui Qingchi, he probably wouldn't have taken a second look at him.
Fu Cuo has finished watching the latest issue of "The Strongest Voice on the Surface". The PK is between An Jie and the players under Mingzhu. After watching it all the way, I feel a little complicated. This PK is actually not so fair. There are too many elements of luck. The key is to See how the instructor arranges the order in which the players play. Even though An Jie had tried very hard to figure out which card the opponent was going to play, the result was still not ideal. Sometimes those who stay are not necessarily strong, and those who leave are not necessarily weak.
He doesn't need to think about how Sui Qingchi will arrange him. He will draw lots from left to right as he did back then. He was a man who didn't believe in luck.
Fortunately, Sui Qingchi's opponent is, if it were him, he would be able to win the second king of heaven.
Fu Cuo didn't expect Zhong Dao to come to the bar just the day before the game was recorded.
He was used to seeing Zhong Dao in the backstage hut, but he felt that the timing was wrong this time. After entering the room, he put down the guitar bag and said, "You should rest today."
"I'm not here to sing," Zhong Dao got up from the sofa and said, "Can you come to the scene tomorrow?"
Fu Cuo looked back at him, startled for a moment: "What am I going to do?"
"Isn't there... a seat for relatives and friends to watch the game?" Zhong Dao shrugged, and said in a rather indifferent tone, "I don't have any relatives and friends. You know my grandpa. He can't hear, and his legs and feet are inconvenient. Go to There is no one to take care of him, originally I wanted brother AK to go, but he left again, if you can go, you can do me a favor."
Fu Cuo originally wanted to ask if there must be someone sitting there at the relatives and friends table, but he stopped talking. He remembered the experience of participating in the band frenzy. At that time, he still had Tan Si, AK, and Fan Fan standing on the stage with him , and Zhong Dao has only one person. Other contestants should have relatives and friends to set up the stage. This kid is standing on the stage alone. If he is really dropped by PK, he will have no one to comfort him when he gets off the stage. Backstage, pack up your things and leave alone...
"I don't need you to cheer me up or anything," Zhong Dao said, "just sit there."
Fu Cuo hesitated, Zhong Dao lifted the messenger bag on the sofa and said, "Anyway, you can think about it casually."
After finishing speaking, I left.
Fu Cuo watched the door close behind Zhong Dao, and thought helplessly, how can it be considered casually
He was thinking about this all the way back that night. When he got downstairs, his cell phone rang suddenly. It only rang for two seconds and then disconnected. He thought it was a wrong number. He picked up the cell phone and saw the calling number, but was stunned. up.
Even though I didn't save it, I still recognized it.
What do these two seconds mean, did you press the wrong button with trembling hands, or did you deliberately tease him? He remembered that the coat of the owner of the number was still upstairs, after thinking about it, he still called Sui Qingchi back.
The phone rang for a long time but no one answered it. Fu Cuo shook his head, thought about it, hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, went upstairs, and when he was about to take out the key to open the door, the phone rang again.
He didn't need to look to know that it was Sui Qingchi who called, and he felt a little helpless, anyway, he just wanted to do this a few times.
He answered the phone while opening the door.
"I didn't hear it during the recording just now," Sui Qingchi said calmly on the other end of the phone, "Is there something wrong?"
Fu Cuo asked: "Did you call me just now by mistake?"
"Well, I pressed the wrong button."
Fu Cuo nodded and said, "Your clothes fell here."
Sui Qingchi laughed: "Where did it fall? Did it fall on you? It's a coincidence."
"Your coat, I forgot about it last time."
Sui Qingchi on the other end of the phone endured it for a while, and said in a deep voice: "I know, I didn't forget about you."
"I'll send you the clothes tomorrow. They've been dry-cleaned." Fu Cuo said.
"Who asked you to do the dry cleaning? What a mess, you take it to dry clean my clothes. Will you pay for it if it's damaged?"
Fu Cuo was lowering his head to change his shoes, and stopped when he heard the words. He was already used to Sui Tianwang's unreasonable troubles. I went to the public laundry room to wash. Once Sui Qingchi saw someone washing shoes there. After that, he was beaten to death and he didn’t want to go there again. The two of them just squatted in the bathroom and rubbed clothes together. In winter, their fingers were stiff from washing. , Sui Qingchi said you don't wash it, you want to play the guitar, he was so touched at that time, he said I would wash the last one, he washed the last one of the three, Sui Qingchi suddenly grabbed his hand Looking up at him, he said: Go to the laundry room to wash.
His cleanliness seemed to be cured that day...
Later, when he made money, he went to buy a semi-automatic washing machine and came back. Sui Qingchi said why did you spend the money, but his body was very honest. He put all kinds of clothes in it, and several down jackets were ruined. AK even laughed at him. He said, young master, you just can't live a poor life, but to him, even the way Sui Qingchi washed those clothes was full of attraction...
Accidentally remembered so much, he came back to his senses, and said to the other end of the phone: "I can't afford it, but I can compensate you for one of the same brand."
Sui Qingchi suddenly became silent.
Fu Cuo gave a suspicious "Hello".
"... I'm in the recording studio, I'll give you an address and you can send it over." Sui Qingchi said.
Fu Cuo raised his hand and looked at his watch. It was a bit late, but not too late...
"If you don't want to send it, just throw it at your place."
Fu Cuo frowned, thinking I was only a few seconds late? He said patiently: "I'm checking the time, it's okay to send it over, please send me an address."
Sui Qingchi let out a "hmm", then said "I'll wait for you" and hung up.