The cold in the middle of the night was overwhelming. Fu Cuo waited for almost an hour outside the recording studio. There were no 24-hour shops here. There was only one vending machine on the side of the road. He bought a heated drink and drank it until In the end, it had already turned into a cold drink, only to see several figures walking out from the direction of the recording studio one after another. Walking in the middle was Sui Qingchi. Although separated by thirty or forty meters, his height and shape were still easy to recognize. Sui Qingchi was wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a light-colored tunic solid-color coat. The fat female assistant followed behind him. When he walked to the side of the road, Sui Qingchi stopped and glanced at the side of the road. The flat glasses reflected a layer of light under the street lamp, and Fu Cuo knew that it was the light from the vending machine beside him. Although they were not too close, they obviously saw each other. He saw Sui Qingchi turned around and said something to the assistant and bodyguard. The female assistant seemed to hand over the car keys to Sui Qingchi, and then the two got into the car and left first.
The nanny's car left first, and a white Grand Cherokee was parked in front of the nanny's car. When everyone had almost left, only the two of them were left facing each other on the deserted street. Fu Cuo was about to pass by, Sui Qingchi glanced in his direction, then turned around and stepped forward to open the door of the Cherokee got in the car. Fu Cuo watched the rear lights flashing, gathered his clothes and walked over. He walked a little slowly, and then suddenly saw the Grand Cherokee starting to back up, slowly falling in front of him. He stood on the side of the road and watched the car window come down. Sui Qingchi put his hands on the steering wheel, stared at him and said, "You are so annoying."
"Didn't I come over?" He didn't want to quarrel with this person, and lifted the paper bag of clothes to the window, "It's not broken."
Sui Qingchi stretched out his arm, but instead of taking the paper bag, he pushed open the car door and said, "Get in the car, I have something to tell you."
Fu Cuo stood there a little hesitant.
The passenger door was ajar, as if they were pulling a rope of willpower.
He got into the car anyway, probably because it was too cold outside, and for some reason, he felt a little weak during this time, especially afraid of the cold, but the car was undoubtedly very warm. After getting in the car, he turned around and put the paper bag on the back seat, and then he heard the window go up, and Sui Qingchi started the car. He was a little surprised: "Didn't you say it in the car?"
Sui Qingchi ignored him, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and said coldly: "Seat belt."
Fu Cuo looked at him, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, Sui Qingchi was still wearing those black-rimmed glasses, covering all his expressions behind. The car was driving very fast, and it had reached the intersection. Sui Qingchi said in a neutral tone, "There is a camera in front."
Fu Cuo had no choice but to buckle up his seat belt, with a "click", and then saw the white light of the camera flashing at them.
"What do you want to tell me?" Fu Cuo asked.
"I can't say a word or two, find a place."
Sui Qingchi returned indifferently, and Fu Cuo didn't bother to ask where he was going, anyway, there was no room for him to intervene. He silently looked at the road ahead, the bridge was in front of him, there were no cars on the bridge in the middle of the night, the straight yellow road illuminated by street lights stretched all the way into the deep darkness, Sui Qingchi drove a little fast after getting on the bridge, Fu mistakenly saw Looking at the speed of the car, I couldn't help but say, "It's too fast."
"No speeding." Sui Qingchi said.
Okay, Fu Cuo shook his head in his heart, you said you didn't exceed it, you didn't exceed it.
The bridge, which used to take them an hour to cross, took only a few minutes to drive quickly in a luxury off-road vehicle. After getting off the bridge, Sui Qingchi hooked the corners of his mouth, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and said, "How about it, didn't we die together?"
Fu took a wrong look at him and declined to comment.
There is a tunnel in front of him. When Cherokee got into the tunnel, a circle of bright light hit him, and finally there was light in the dim compartment, which made him a little cautious, especially when he caught a glimpse of Sui Qingchi being illuminated by the tunnel light from the corner of his eye. bright face...
Then suddenly I heard Sui Qingchi beside me say "I rely on you"!
He hadn't realized what happened, because the road ahead was flat and there were no cars, and it didn't seem like he had run over anything, but Sui Qingchi suddenly let go of his right hand holding the steering wheel, and pulled his chin: "What are you doing?! "
Fu Cuo saw that he had another nosebleed from the rearview mirror.
It wasn't the first time, he raised his hand to cover his nose, asked "Is there any paper?", turned his head to look at Sui Qingchi, only to see Sui Qingchi staring at him with his brows wrinkled, while the car was still on the road. Speed 90 in a long tunnel.
"Look ahead!" Fu Cuo reminded him nervously.
Sui Qingchi blinked, then turned her head away: "... you pull the tissue to see if there is any inside."
Looking at Sui Qingchi like this, Fu Cuo felt sour in his heart. He lowered his head and opened the storage compartment. There was only one pack of cigarettes inside. .”
Sui Qingchi didn't notice the emotion in his "no". He glanced at the center console box, but there was nothing in it. Fu Cuo felt that he might not drive this car often after he bought it.
Sui Qingchi frowned and thought about it while driving the car, then reached into the pocket of his coat, and then took out a pack of tissues and handed it over: "I took it with me when I walked the dog in the morning."
Fu Cuo took the tissue and thought to himself, why do you need to say more.
"Let's go to the hospital first." Sui Qingchi said.
He may not know which direction the hospital is at all, so he directly clicks on the emergency on the screen navigation to let the car quickly navigate to the hospital.
Fu Cuo remembered that he had accompanied Sui Qingchi to the hospital for stitches. They had been to that hospital several times, but now Sui Qingchi didn't even know how to drive there. But it's not surprising, Sui Qingchi didn't spend much time living here these years, at least this shows that he is in good health and rarely goes to the hospital.
It's just a nosebleed to go to the hospital, it's a bit of a fuss, and even if he goes to the hospital, he can't drag Sui Qingchi with him: "No need to go to the hospital, my nose is going from a cold place to a hot place now Nosebleeds, just a fever."
"Shit fever, I've seen you bleed twice!"
Fu Cuo looked at him, Sui Qingchi's hands were no longer resting loosely on the steering wheel, and finally held the steering wheel normally.
Fu Cuo withdrew his gaze and covered his nose with a tissue. When he exited the tunnel, the nosebleeds had stopped. It was really no big deal, he was used to it. He looked at the road sign ahead and said, "Turn right ahead."
Sui Qingchi also glanced at the street sign, and said in a strange voice: "Turn right and that's where I live."
Fu Cuo said: "Aren't you looking for a place to talk?"
Sui Qingchi murmured: "Then to your place or mine?"
Fu Cuo didn't know if he did it on purpose or not. It's all here, and it's already far away from where he lives. Could it be that he still fell back? "You have to turn around to go to my place, forget it."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak, turned right on the bridge ahead, and said, "There are mirrors and lights behind the fender."
Fu Cuo flipped down the sun visor, and there was a makeup mirror behind it. He cleaned it up a little, and wiped his hands with a tissue. The pack of tissues for dogs to catch shit was used up just like that.
"I have medicine there, you can take some when the time comes." Sui Qingchi said.
Fu made a "huh" sound.
When the car approached Fushan Villa, Sui Qingchi stopped the car by the side of the road, Fu Cuo was a little puzzled, Sui Qingchi flipped down the glasses case on the rearview mirror, took out a pair of sunglasses and gave it to him: "Wear it superior."
"why?"
"Afraid of meeting bastards and paparazzi."
Fu Cuo nodded, opened the sunglasses and put them on, thought for a while and said, "Why don't I go to the back row?"
Sui Qingchi has already pulled the gear lever: "It's not necessary."
A few minutes later, I arrived at the foot of Fushan Mountain Villa. Fu Cuo noticed that there were indeed people below, both men and women, and they were still wandering here at this time. Did they not sleep? Fortunately, the entrance and exit management of Fushan Villa is very strict, and these people cannot enter. Sui Qingchi drove up the mountain without slowing down, and when the gate was lowered and the window clocked in, he heard a female voice calling his name. The security guards were very forceful to stop anyone trying to get close to the back of the car.
When the car drove into the garage of the villa, Fu Cuo felt that his brain was really broken, and he had to come all the way here for a while, so he couldn't just say anything in the car, is he addicted to winter swimming
Some self-deprecatingly put the sunglasses back into the glasses case, the car turned off, Sui Qingchi loosened the seat belt, took off the black-framed glasses, turned on the lights in the car, and asked if it was still streaming, turn around and let me have a look. Fu Cuo only said that the flow was over, turned around and opened the car door.
The door was opened halfway, and Sui Qingchi's hands were still on the steering wheel in the rearview mirror, still waiting for him to turn his head, like a dormant lion, stubborn and vicious.
He had no choice but to turn around again, took two seconds for him to glance at it, and said, "I said it's gone."
Sui Qingchi pressed the button to turn off the light, and said coldly: "Fu Cuo, it's your students who want something from me, so you should treat me better."
Fu Cuo didn't think his face was ugly, but after getting out of the car, he took a look in the mirror and wondered if it was because of the lighting.
He closed the car door, and heard Sui Qingchi slam the door louder than him.
As soon as the entrance door was opened, the big mixed-race dog stood there and wagged its tail at Sui Qingchi. As soon as Sui Qingchi entered the door, it kept circling around Sui Qingchi's feet.
Fu Cuo followed Sui Qingchi and took off his shoes and came in. The dog just wagged its tail obediently when it saw him, and he said casually: "This dog is not born."
Sui Qingchi loosened the belt of his coat, took off his clothes, and only wore a goose yellow turtleneck sweater. He went to the refrigerator and took a can of beer: "A dog has such a sharp nose, it probably has the same nose as anyone I've slept with." You can smell it."
No matter what Fu Cuo's expression was, he sat down on the sofa with a relieved expression, put the can of beer on the tea table with a "boom", how refreshing it was when he broke it, and the hall became quiet after breaking it Just how embarrassing. He himself seemed a little embarrassed, he only took a sip of the wine, put it down and got up, and said, "I'll get you the medicine."
Fu Cuo sat down on the sofa, looked at the can of beer and looked at his native Samoyed curiously beside the sofa, rubbed the dog's head with his hands, opened his mouth and said silently: "Your nose can't be so good. "
Sui Qingchi called his life assistant from somewhere, Fu Cuo could hear him talking on the phone, and was asking, "...where are the medicines, why can't I find them?"
Fu Cuo was speechless. The life assistant probably asked him if he was sick, and Sui Qingchi said, "No sick, give it to the dog."
Fu Cuo: "..."
Sui Qingchi rustled behind the glass wall for a while, then fell silent for a while, before coming out, walked over to put the medicine and water on the coffee table, and said, "I've read the indications, and there is nothing wrong with it." Expired, rest assured to eat."
Fu Cuo said "thank you" and took a pill.
Sui Qingchi sat down, watched him drink the water and put down the glass, and said, "You can take this box of medicine back, I don't need it."
Fu Cuo was in a complicated mood, he didn't agree or say no, he just asked, "What do you want to talk to me about?"
Sui Qingchi's eyes flickered at him, but he didn't speak immediately, but took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from under the coffee table, and lit a cigarette.
Fu Cuo frowned: "I have something to say, I didn't come to see you smoking and drinking."
Sui Qingchi put the lighter back, and said indifferently: "I smoke to calm myself, lest you think I'm not talking to you properly."
Fu Cuo finally couldn't hold back anymore: "...you are a singer, do you know how important your voice is to you?"
"I know better than you." Sui Qingchi glanced at him coldly, "If you were in my position, you would know that it is impossible not to smoke."
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi and took a deep puff of the cigarette in his own way, knowing that what he said now was useless to him.
"You did the new arrangement of "Beautiful", right?" Sui Qingchi said.
This is not a question, but a statement. Fu Cuo was a little surprised: "Have you been to the rehearsal?"
Sui Qingchi sneered, but didn't answer. He leaned over and dragged the beer can on the coffee table that had only been drunk twice, and the ash was directly shaken into it, before asking in a low voice, "Why?"
"If I don't help him, no one will help him." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi didn't lift his body, his left arm was always leaning on his leg, and the cigarette was stuck on the mouth of the can, and the lit ash dripped into it little by little. He stared at it, thinking of something, and didn't want to think about it , and then said: "Then do you know how he sang live?"
"...it won't suck."
Sui Qingchi laughed: "Your requirements are really low now..."
"I'm not his tutor in singing." Fu Cuo said, thinking that you are, "Did you come here to ask me this?"
Sui Qingchi raised his body, put his hand holding the cigarette on the armrest of the sofa: "Did you ask him to choose this song?"
"No, he chose it himself," Fu Cuo said, "If I had the opportunity to suggest, I would advise him not to sing this song."
Sui Qingchi looked as if he was choked, he bit his lip to show that he was uncomfortable, but he couldn't fucking refute it.
"Is there anything else you want to ask?" Fu Cuo asked.
"Yes." Sui Qingchi looked at him sideways, raising his eyebrows provocatively, and his tone was not without sarcasm, "Why are you so meddlesome?"
Fu Cuo took a deep breath: "I can't answer this question."
"Then you can go."
Fu Cuo nodded, as if he came here just to wait for this sentence, he stood up, Sui Qingchi didn't and couldn't persuade him to stay, but he didn't know if the innocent Zhong Dao would pay the bill in the end of today's conversation, When he got up, he couldn't help but say: "...don't you think he looks like you?"
The villa was suddenly so quiet that a needle could be heard.
Fu Cuo didn't want to look at Sui Qingchi's expression, fearing that that one glance would reveal something, maybe it shouldn't have been done, but... forget it.
"That's it." He turned to leave, but he couldn't really step out.
Sui Qingchi's legs suddenly blocked his way.
Fu Cuo looked down at the long leg that stopped in front of him with a single step. There was such a scene many years ago, but it was a completely different scene and two completely different people.
Sui Qingchi's voice was suppressed and forbearing: "... how much does he look like me?"
Fu Cuo could almost predict what he was going to say later, when the wind blew up outside the villa, he looked at the swaying shadows of the trees outside, and the raindrops fell on the glass. Hearing the sound of the storm... He could only hear Sui Qingchi's voice, expressing his anger with the natural voice that should have been sung.
"I've been scolded like that, and I can still pretend to be a turtle. Is this like me?" Sui Qingchi pointed to his forehead, "I can fight with people!"
Fu Cuo thought I was so stupid, must I be blocked by his legs and listen to him vent
"In your adaptation of "Beautiful", the last line of the verse needs to be raised half a step, and all parts of the chorus that need to be dropped half a step, he is so stupid as to sing in the original tune, does this look like me?!"
Fu Cuo was startled, and turned to look at Sui Qingchi.
Sui Qingchi also looked at him with sharp eyes.
"Don't you have anything to say?" Sui Qingchi asked him, "Why didn't you teach him how to sing? That person is not me, it's impossible to know what's in your mind just by listening."
Fu Cuo's Adam's apple tugged: "...you let me go, can I go?"
After speaking, without waiting for Sui Qingchi to reply, she stepped over Sui Qingchi's foot blocking the front, and Sui Qingchi grabbed his arm at that moment.
Fu Cuo was caught off guard and looked down at Sui Qingchi, and Sui Qingchi also looked up at him, looking a little annoyed, probably annoyed that he really stepped over, and he had to make up for it with his hands. The strength in his hand was very heavy, like a noose clenched his arm and pulled him down.
Sui Qingchi under his gaze has a cold, inhuman texture, like a celestial body under the lens, his beauty and climate have been magnified countless times, and he himself is like the star that was pulled to Luoxi Extreme satellite.
"I'm here, Fu Cuo, you figure it out, that person is not me."
Then how he grabbed him, how he let go of him, the force hit him like a spring, and then flew away.
Half an hour later, Sui Qingchi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the bedroom. It was still raining outside. Not many people would witness the rain. The next day was the weekend, and it was still a sunny day. Countless people woke up, maybe even a little on the ground. Even the traces of getting wet will not be noticed, this rain only exists in the boundary between dream and reality.
—If I don’t help him, no one will help him.
He has been paying attention to this sentence all the time, and it turns the clock back to that distant summer. At that time, there was no second king Sui Qingchi, nor Xifeng's guitarist and captain Fu Cuo. There were only two people with the same name as them. Boys, they can pass each other and never meet each other for a lifetime, or they can bump into each other hard, and then go away after a lot of injury, but there seems to be no third choice.