Fu returned to the apartment by mistake, took a shower, and there was a WeChat message from Zhong Dao on his phone: You may have fallen asleep, so I just wanted to say thank you and hope I didn't disturb you.
He replied: I haven't slept yet.
After a while, the phone rang. Fu Cuo picked up the phone and said to Zhong Dao: "Congratulations."
On the other end of the phone, the boy pondered for a while: "I actually don't even know why he saved me..."
Fu Cuo wiped his hair and sat down beside the bed, and said, "Wu Xiao is gone, Bai Lu's grades are too bad, he can only save you and Jiayang."
"So why not Jiayang?"
Fu Cuo was questioned.
"And you," Zhong Dao asked, "why did you decide to come to the scene again?"
Fu Cuo put down the towel and put his hands on his knees: "I thought you would be eliminated today..."
Zhong Dao smiled on the other end of the phone: "So you are afraid that I will be too lonely walking alone?"
"... um." That's right.
"I didn't see him after the game." Zhong Dao said after sighing.
Fu wrongly knew that it was Sui Qingchi.
"I don't think he saved me because I sang well," Zhong Dao said. "I don't know how to face him in the future. I feel like I've come to this point in a daze."
Fu Cuo listened silently.
"But no matter why he saved me, I am very grateful," Zhong Dao said, with a hint of relief in his voice, "at least I am luckier than many people."
"Yes," Fu Cuo looked up at Bess on the wall, and swallowed, "You are a lucky one."
"Thank you Brother Fu Cuo, you really helped me a lot by being here," Zhong Dao said.
Fu Cuo listened to Zhong Dao's voice, and it was unbelievable to think about it when he looked back. He thought it was impossible to hear such words from Zhong Dao's mouth, but this was another person after all, it just looked like that person, but luckily Much more frank than that guy.
"I won't go to the next game, you can do your best," he said.
"Um."
Hanging up the phone, he sat under the light of the desk lamp. The bright yellow light reminded him of that scorching summer many years ago. On the day when the college entrance examination ended, he walked out of the examination room and saw Wu Ya waiting outside the school gate. The crowded crowd saw Tan Si and AK rushing towards the people waiting outside the school gate. When they thought they were alone, a young man in white called his name, afraid that he would not find him, and stood on the flower stand and waved to him. .
How could it not be found? How beautiful your voice is, don't you know it yourself
He asks if he did well in the exam, and they drink the same glass of water.
Among the bustling crowd and under the sun, he will never forget them in his life.
Zhong Dao asked him why he decided to go to the scene to sit in the relatives and friends table. In fact, there was no high-sounding reason, but that's all. Sui Qingchi said that he regarded Zhong Dao as a stand-in. He couldn't deny that when he saw Zhong Dao coming out of the dilapidated tube building, he thought of himself and Tan Si. He thought of AK, and when he saw that young man trapped because of his self-esteem, unyielding and unwilling to bow his head, he thought of the former Sui Qingchi. He was a stand-in, a stand-in for all of them. The regrets of each of them is the reason why he wants to see Zhong Dao succeed.
Zhong Dao couldn't believe it when he received the notification from the program team, but the person in charge did tell him on the phone that because Sui Qingchi's schedule was very tight, the program team had to make do with his time, so they arranged for contestants to come over in advance to choose songs and Get one-on-one coaching.
After hanging up the phone, Zhong Dao felt unreal, Sui Qingchi wanted to guide him personally? He even answered automatically in his mind, "Is this plausible?"
He arrived at the CBS building half an hour earlier than the time notified by the program team, but he didn't see any celebrity mentors backstage, including Sui Qingchi. The staff led him into the karaoke room, and a moment later, someone pushed the door in, but showed him a contract.
Zhong Dao stared at the thick stack of contracts on the table, feeling a little dazed.
"This contract is available to all qualified players. It's a contract signed by CBS. You have to look at it yourself. If you have any questions, you can ask me when I come over later." The female staff put down the contract and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute," Zhong Dao called out to the other party, "Didn't you tell me to come see Teacher Sui Qingchi?"
"That's right," the female staff member smiled, "You should read the contract first, he won't arrive until later."
The female staff member left, Zhong Dao sat down on the sofa, opened the contract, and felt that something was wrong.
This ailment became more apparent after seeing the specific content in the contract.
This is a contract signed with CBS, but he has never heard that CBS has a department for cultivating artists. He checked it on the Internet with his mobile phone, but he couldn't find it. The contract is probably standard. Although it stipulates the rights and obligations of both parties, it seems unequal. The rights of CBS are written in great detail. When it comes to the artist, it feels like it’s all nonsense and has no substantive content. He turned to the page of the contract period again, and was surprised to find that the period turned out to be fifteen years!
He has never been in contact with this type of contract, and he doesn't know if such a period is normal, but fifteen years is an absolutely terrifying period in his opinion, and once signed, he can no longer cancel the contract, because the high termination fee will He is tied to the company.
He doesn't want to sign.
This was the first thought that came into his mind, although he didn't know what the consequences would be if he didn't sign.
The female staff member came back an hour later and asked him how he was doing with the contract.
Zhong Dao asked: "I would like to ask, is this contract a must for players participating in the competition?"
The female staff member smiled: "No, I'm just asking about your wishes at this time. You don't need to sign. You also know that this competition is organized by CBS after all. We also hope to sign contracts with potential players earlier. Newcomer."
After being answered like this, Zhong Dao was finally relieved: "Can I think about it for a few days?"
"I'm afraid this won't work," said the female staff member. "The company has a rule that you can't take this contract with you."
So I can only sign here or refuse? Zhong Dao stared at the contract and frowned.
"So what do you think?" the female staff member asked in a timely manner.
After thinking about it, he pushed the contract back, raised his head and said, "Sorry, I don't want to sign for now."
The female staff member didn't make things difficult for him, she nodded and said, "Okay, if you change your mind, you can still contact me." She handed over a business card with both hands.
Zhong Dao took the business card without thinking too much, the female staff raised her eyebrows, and then heard the door knocked and pushed open from the outside.
The one who opened the door was a male staff member with a work badge on his chest. After he pushed the door open, he stepped aside immediately. Zhong Dao was stunned for a moment—after the staff came in was Sui in a dark gray coat. light gallop.
The female staff stood up quickly, pushed back the chair she had been sitting on, and said, "Sorry, I won't bother you!"
When Sui Qingchi walked in, the female staff carefully walked away from him with her head down, Sui Qingchi's bodyguard stood outside the door, Zhong Dao also stood up quickly, and dropped the business card in her hand on the ground. Sui Qingchi glanced at the business card and ignored it.
When the door opened, he saw Zhong Dao accepting the business card with one hand, and he accidentally remembered that when he was a fledgling, when others handed him the business card, he took it with one hand without thinking, and they took the business card for him His actions were edited into the show, and when the show was broadcast, he saw a series of barrage carnivals of "impolite", "uneducated" and "uneducated".
Zhong Dao stood there cautiously, watching Sui Qingchi go to the sofa and take off his coat, only wearing a thin dark blue sweater, after taking off his coat, Sui Qingchi took out a pack of cigarettes from the coat pocket, Turning his back to him and putting his clothes on the sofa, he said, "You need to receive business cards with both hands, has no one taught you?"
His voice was deep but full-bodied off the microphone. Zhong Dao was a little dumbfounded, he really didn't know the etiquette of receiving business cards, no one taught him.
Sui Qingchi sat down on the sofa, and when he hunched over and lit a cigarette, his wide neckline hung down, and he could faintly see the fleshy chest muscles. Zhong Dao realized that Sui Qingchi was wearing a sweater naked, which made him blush for no reason. He doesn't like Sui Qingchi, but he has to admit that Sui Qingchi is very good-looking, between handsome and beautiful. To describe him as handsome, he is a bit soft, but to describe him as beautiful, he is very masculine.
"Is the song selected?" Sui Qingchi asked.
"I didn't break the news." Zhong Dao said.
Sui Qingchi didn't expect him to say this, looked up at him, raised an eyebrow, and said, "I don't care either."
Like really don't care. Zhong Dao had nothing to say, so he had no choice but to report the title of the song, which was "The Great Wave" by LOTUS.
Sui Qingchi frowned and stared at him, Zhong Dao was a little apprehensive, wondering what kind of eyes this was, did he think I couldn't sing this song
Sui Qingchi's incomprehensible eyes lasted for a few seconds, then retracted, and said, "Then sing."
There was a sponsored karaoke machine in the karaoke room, Zhong Dao went over to order a song, and picked up the microphone.
Sui Qingchi listened to Zhong Dao's voice, in all fairness, he sang well, technically not inferior to the original singer, but his momentum was still far behind, this song has no momentum, there is no expressiveness at all.
It's just... Zhong Dao's voice is really good, the range is wide enough, the timbre is penetrating enough, and most importantly, it is clearer than him.
He remembered the conversation with Fu Cuo in the villa, and he just held the cigarette in his hand without taking another puff.
When did you first smoke
It was the 100th day when the mobile phone number was disconnected. He hadn't had a good night's sleep for 100 days. He originally planned to go to the pharmacy to buy sleeping pills, but when he arrived at the pharmacy, he realized that it was early in the morning and the pharmacy had already closed.
That day, he was wearing a black mask and a hooded cap, and was trapped in front of the closed door of the pharmacy. The feeling of having nowhere to call for help was really uncomfortable, and he was followed by illegitimate students and paparazzi, knowing where they were watching To myself, I saw him being unlucky and pitiful, so even though I was suffering terribly, I couldn't breathe.
He had no choice but to wander back alone, followed by the paparazzi bastards. The funny thing is, they followed him, but they didn't dare to get close to him. They only dared to shout "Are you sick?" "Have you been drinking?" Don’t you still have an announcement, don’t you sleep at this time?” Annoyed by their quarrel, he pointed his middle finger behind him, and the paparazzi’s snapping shutter sounded one after another, but because he only raised his hand once, he put his hand back, Many people following behind were asking "Did you catch it?"
He pulled off his mask while walking, and replied slowly: "You like my middle finger so much?" He turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Please."
The paparazzi patted him for that provocative turn of the head, and at the same time angrily yelled at him: "Sui Qingchi, don't be too arrogant, some people are willing to follow you because you are too popular now, who the fuck will care about you when you stop being popular! "
He was amused when he heard it, took off his woolen hoodie and stroked his hair, put it on again, he didn't want to do anything, anyway, these people would follow him desperately to tease them no matter what he did. While he is still red.
The illegitimate student would yell at the paparazzi, "Don't mess with him", "Can't you see that he is very annoying now", he also found it funny when he heard it, the tragedies and comedies in the world are all staged on him.
Walking forward, he stopped when he passed an all-night tobacco and alcohol shop, glanced at the ghosts behind him, turned into the shop, and bought the first pack of cigarettes in his life. It was a pack of Marlboros.
The shop owner seemed to recognize him, and reminded him kindly: "It seems that there are reporters taking pictures of you outside, is it okay?"
He shook out a cigarette, put it under his nose and sniffed it curiously, he was too sleepy, but couldn't fall asleep, and the smell of tobacco didn't refresh him, he put the cigarette case and said weakly: "It's okay It’s just for them.” Then he put the cigarette in his hand and said to the boss, “Light it up for me.”
The boss lit the cigarette for him, and he took the cigarette with sparks and walked out as if holding a gun, then hooked the mask on his left ear, raised the cigarette in his hand towards the paparazzi, and immediately There are quite a few SLR cameras aimed at him.
Feel free to shoot it. This is me. I didn't sleep for a hundred days, and I wasn't afraid.
He bit the lit cigarette in his mouth, put his hands in the pockets of his coat, and turned around to leave. An illegitimate student shouted from behind: "Don't smoke!" "Don't smoke, brother!"
The more they yelled like this, the more flustered they were, the more he wanted to smoke happily, like a kind of revenge. When he was so choked up by the puff of cigarette that his tears were about to flow out, he heard a girl shouting at the top of her voice:
"You are a singer! Protect your throat!"
The word "singer" was unfamiliar and harsh, and this puff of cigarette made him suddenly realize that he was not some shit singer, only people like Tang Du and Gu Sangni were called singers, and he was not. He has never been used to hearing others call himself that.
He is the lead singer of a rock band named West Wind, a down-and-out lead singer who was abandoned in this world by his guitarist.
...
After Zhong Dao finished singing, he put down the microphone and turned back to wait for the instructor's comment. Sui Qingchi put out the cigarette he had smoked twice in the ashtray, looked up at him, as if he was thinking about something, and said: "The accompaniment of this song It’s very thick, if you sing without momentum, it’s useless. I don’t know why you have to challenge this kind of song. If you want to sing, we have to adapt the song for your voice, this arrangement,” Sui Qingchi read Looking at the screen of the karaoke machine, "I can only do subtraction."
"Okay." Zhong Dao nodded.
"Your vocal range is wider than the original singing, which is your advantage, so," Sui Qingchi stood up, walked to the keyboard, pulled out a chair and sat down, he played the last chorus, "The last chorus is here, let's upgrade one Downgrade."
The original tune was already very high, but after the tune change, it became even higher. Even though he just hummed a few words casually, Zhong Dao could feel how easy such a high note was for Sui Qingchi.
"After changing the tune, go back to the main tune," Sui Qingchi finished playing, put his hands on his thighs, and looked up at him, "Can it be done?"
"... I don't know." For the first time, he felt a little confused. It's not that he couldn't get the sound up, but he still had to pronounce the words and sing the lyrics after it got up. He didn't know if he could do it well.
Sui Qingchi leaned back on the chair and said, "What do you mean you don't know? Say you can do it if you can do it, and say you can't do it if you can't do it."
Zhong Dao: "This is my limit."
"What limit? Mixed voice limit or head voice limit?" Sui Qingchi said, "Challenge the limit if it is the limit."
"...Okay." Zhong Dao said.
Sui Qingchi lowered his head and said, "Then let's try it. My preliminary idea is to slow down the tempo of this song. You can't sing with momentum, but you sing very beautifully. We will mainly use strings for the soundtrack. We will decide today. Arranger, rehearsal tomorrow, I don't have much time."
Zhong Dao has nothing to bargain for, which has already flattered him.
Sui Qingchi put her finger on the keyboard, and before pressing it, she suddenly asked, "Why did you choose "Beautiful"?"
Zhong Dao was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I really like the live version of this song you sang at the concert one year."
Sui Qingchi frowned: "Have you seen my concert?"
"...it's a video on the Internet."
Sui Qingchi looked up at him.
Zhong Dao was rarely embarrassed: "When I have money, I will buy DVDs."
Sui Qingchi switched the keyboard to the string tone: "Would you like to buy it or not."
"...and this is a song written by Brother Fu Cuo." Zhong Dao said suddenly.
Sui Qingchi looked up at him.
"Many people don't know that this is a song written by him," Zhong Dao said, "If I didn't buy the CD, I wouldn't know, because I can't find the songwriter and arranger of this song on the Internet. I think I sang it. After listening to this song, his name will appear at the bottom of the screen, just... take it as a thank you to him."
Sui Qingchi lowered his head, put his hands on the keyboard, his throat rolled, and said in a deep voice: "...how could it be that there is no his name?"
Zhong Dao shrugged: "I don't know, maybe I missed it."