Wang Xiaoou waited in the nanny's car for almost an hour, feeling that Sui Qingchi would not be able to get out for a while, so he dozed off, and when he was sound asleep, he heard the car door slide open with a "crash", and Sui Qingchi bent over to get in. car. She quickly sat up, put her legs inward, and Sui Qingchi's army green windbreaker flashed before her eyes. After Sui Qingchi got into the car, she turned around and sat down on the seat. She took off her sunglasses and put them in the pocket of the windbreaker, watching her mood Like good.
But on the way back to the company in the nanny car, Sui Qingchi was a little weird. He usually leaned back in the car, and the nanny car is a place where Sui Qingchi can rarely relax. The nanny sleeps lying flat in the car, but crosses her legs and sometimes puts her legs up. In her own car, no one thinks he has no tutor. Whether she is sleeping or swiping her phone, she is in a relatively relaxed posture. But Wang Xiaoou noticed that today was different. He slouched forward, his legs stretched out and unconsciously stepped on the base of the front row, and he held the mobile phone that could be operated with only one hand in both hands.
Wang Xiaoou didn't know what he was doing, he seemed to be typing, but it took a long time for his fingers to move, and his brows kept frowning, as if the phone was broken, and he was concentrating on repairing it, but the more it was repaired, the worse it became.
No matter how many words he typed, they seemed to be deleted in the end. Seeing that Sui Qingchi pressed the delete button, Wang Xiaoou was also relieved. She was most afraid of Sui Qingchi posting Weibo, although as a life assistant, Sui Qingchi It doesn't matter what kind of Weibo she posts, but Sui Qingchi's Weibo posting will most likely not be a good thing.
After Fu Cuo finished his resident singing that night, he went back to the backstage to pack his things, only to find a notification on his mobile phone to add a friend on WeChat:
The Abyss King requests to add you as a friend.
He froze for a moment.
No notes, just a black cat with a red collar on the head.
This is not Sui Qingchi's original WeChat account, it may be his trumpet, but using this name and this avatar is too foul.
Fu Cuo stared at the message of adding a friend. It was sent in the afternoon, and it is already early morning.
Should I pretend not to see it
As soon as this idea came up, the phone rang.
He looked at the caller number on the screen, sighed resignedly, sat down on the sofa, pressed answer and said "Hello".
"It's me." Sui Qingchi said.
"Know."
Even with the mobile phone, the awkwardness between the two of them couldn't be relieved. Sui Qingchi must be even more entangled. Fu Cuo thought that his call was nothing more than to ask why he didn't add friends for so long. There were no missed calls on the phone before. , from the afternoon to the early morning, Sui Tianwang's tone at this time was already very polite.
Sui Qingchi still asked: "... Have you read WeChat?"
Fu Cuo had no choice but to say that he had just left the bar and hadn't had time to look at his phone.
"I added you as a friend," Sui Qingchi said, "you pass it."
Just this sentence, which was still dry and cold, stumped Fu Cuo. He wanted to refuse, but he didn't know how to say it so that he wouldn't step on Sui Qingchi's explosive point.
While hesitating, I heard the phone say:
"You still owe me a song, it's better to add WeChat than to call like this."
Fu Cuo finally agreed to add friends, and Sui Qingchi didn't seem to send him anything after adding friends. A message from Qingchi: I was in the recording studio last time, come over if you are free.
What a coincidence, he did rest today.
He just woke up when the Wechat rang, and he was still a little sleepy. He reached for the mobile phone by the bedside, opened Wechat, and the drowsiness disappeared after a while.
He sat up, thought for a long time and replied: Is there something wrong
The sunlight came in from the window, making it hard to read the words on the phone screen. He kept this posture sitting under the quilt for a long time, but he didn't wait for Sui Qingchi's reply. He even opened the browser and checked the webpage. It's fast, it's not a problem with the wifi signal.
After washing up, I went downstairs to eat a bowl of noodles. Wechat finally rang, and I opened it with my hand while eating the noodles, but it was the boring chicken soup sent by Yao Ke.
He took a deep breath and put down his phone, what were he thinking, Sui Qingchi would not return him, this kind of cold war of willpower, Sui Qingchi had never lost against him.
An hour later, he still arrived at the recording studio. The fat female assistant stood by the side of the road and waited for him. When she saw him, she waved to him: "Brother Fu Cuo!"
Fu Cuo didn't expect that Sui Qingchi would tell his assistant his name, let alone that the other party would recognize him. He felt a little uncomfortable being called so affectionately by a stranger.
Wang Xiaoou walked in front to lead him the way: "Master is inside, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"
Fu Cuo opened his eyes: "Master?"
"Uh," Wang Xiaoou scratched his cheek embarrassingly, "I'm used to calling him that..."
Fu Cuo's expression was complicated. No matter how much Sui Qingchi was in Secondary School, he probably wouldn't let his assistant call him that...
Wang Xiaoou seemed to see what he was thinking, and quickly clarified: "I used to be clumsy and always made him angry. Whenever he was angry, I coaxed him and said, 'My lord, please don't be angry'. The first time he heard I probably got confused when I called him a grandfather, but I really forgot to be angry hahaha... Anyway, I called him fluently... "
Sui Qingchi was really stunned when she called out that "Master" for the first time. She was losing her temper, but she could stop and ask her, "What did you call me?"
Not to mention Sui Qingchi, she herself felt ashamed, so she could only pretend to have amnesia: "It's nothing..."
Sui Qingchi stared at her suspiciously, didn't say anything, and was taken away in anger.
Later, she accompanied Sui Qingchi to the musical instrument store. Sui Qingchi came to buy guitar strings, but after answering the phone, her face became very unhappy. There was no one left, so she looked around anxiously, and finally saw Sui Tianwang standing out from the crowd on the escalator on the next floor downstairs. She even called "Brother" a few times, but he pretended not to hear, so she leaned on the escalator and poked her head Shout down: "Grandpa! Grandpa!"
The two sounds sounded like "Grandpa", and Sui Qingchi at the bottom of the escalator stared up at her with a "WTF" expression on his face. He didn't react when the elevator came to the end, he staggered and almost lost his footing.
Wang Xiaoou had finished thinking about the ball, and rushed down the escalator. The elevator took her down slowly, and slowly approached Sui Qingchi. Sui Qingchi stood under the escalator and waited coldly for her to come down. Thinking about it until now, I still feel a little timid, that day she stood in front of him with lowered eyebrows, and Sui Qingchi said that she was not allowed to call him that in the future.
But Wang Xiaoou found that as long as he called him that way, he would instantly forget about being angry. Sometimes she would play tricks and deliberately call him that way, and Sui Qingchi would occasionally transfer the fire to her, saying: "I How many times have I said, don't call me that!"
Wang Xiaoou said pitifully: "I can't remember..."
"Is it my problem that you can't remember?!"
He is really scary when he is angry. Although he looks handsome, he has a kind of cold temperament. A slight change in his face will make people afraid to approach him. But after getting used to it, I feel that it's okay, Sui Qingchi's anger towards her comes and goes quickly, she never really made Sui Qingchi angry.
Later, she accompanied Sui Qingchi back to his hometown, and accompanied him to the grave once. Looking at the name and age on the tombstone, she looked like a friend who died young. She guessed it might be because Those who died of illness couldn't help but sigh with emotion. There was some dust on the tombstone, so she asked cautiously, "Do you want to wipe it off?"
Sui Qingchi stood still, and she couldn't say anything more, so she put the tissue back in her pocket.
Although Sui Qingchi neither brought flowers nor wiped the tombstone for the deceased that day, when he left later, he asked her to ask the cemetery administrator to clean up the area.
When the caretaker was clearing the weeds, she called him: "Master, if you don't leave, it's going to rain."
Sui Qingchi breathed a sigh of relief, but maybe it was because in the cemetery, he didn't get angry because of the blurted "Master", he just turned his head and glanced at her.
That was the most peaceful time for Sui Qingchi to accept this unbearable address. He didn't say anything, put on his sunglasses, turned around and said, "Let's go."
It seems that from that day on, if she calls him Grandpa, he will be fine. His current bottom line is that he can't call him that twice in a row.
Wang Xiaoou took Fu Cuo down the stairs. One thing she was very happy about was that she knew that Sui Qingchi also had friends who cared. When she was asked to pick him up, Sui Qingchi asked her, "Do you recognize his face?"
She naturally didn't recognize him: "Give me his mobile phone number and I'll contact him."
Sui Qingchi gave her the number, and when she was about to go out to pick up someone, Sui Qingchi stopped her again, saying forget it, don't call him, I have his photo, you can take a look.
It was the first time she saw Sui Qingchi when she was young on Sui Qingchi's mobile phone. The person she was going to pick up was a handsome little brother who was standing next to Sui Qingchi, carrying an electric guitar, and had a very gentle smile. .
"He hasn't changed much, you should recognize him." Sui Qingchi said when closing the album.
Although she recognized Fu Cuo at a glance when she saw Fu Cuo, she had actually changed a lot, maybe because she was more mature. The gentle and handsome guitar player brother in the photo is now covered by a layer of faint A sense of melancholy hangs over her, perhaps from experience, she thought.
Fu Cuo followed Wang Xiaoou downstairs. There was a rest area on the right hand side of the stairs, with a sofa and a tea table. Two young people were sitting there chatting. I don't know if they were recording studio staff or musicians. The man stood up from the sofa, and Wang Xiaoou briefly introduced him to the two: "This is Brother Fu Cuo, Brother Fu Cuo, this is..."
The two young men greeted him, but Fu Cuo was in no mood to memorize each other's name, so he just nodded and said "Hello".
Wang Xiaoou showed him the way. There was a passage right in front of him. He walked in and opened the door at the end.
There was no one else in the recording room, and Sui Qingchi was sitting alone in front of the mixer. He was wearing a very ordinary red plaid shirt, and his hair was unstyled. It was black and soft. It reminded Fu Cuo of the girl who was studying at CTR. Sui Qingchi at that time.
When he opened the door, Sui Qingchi was listening with an earphone close to his ear, because he only listened to one side and heard him come in. After the chair turned around and saw him, Sui Qingchi put down the earphone and stood up, saying: "You coming."
How embarrassing, Fu Cuo thought. In the past, whoever came, who was waiting for whom, they just looked at each other, and they would never talk like this.
In order to alleviate the embarrassment, he looked around the private recording room. It was a small recording studio. There was a row of black sofas behind the mixer, and Sui Qingchi's jacket was thrown on it. He was actually a little surprised that Sui Qingchi would appear in this kind of private recording room, thinking that even if he didn't go abroad to record, he would still make music in the most first-class recording studio in China.
Sui Qingchi said: "Have you met Xiao Ke and Shanyu? Xiao Ke is the drummer and Shanyu is the bass player."
Fu Cuo didn't understand why he was talking to him: "Why did you ask me to come here?"
Sui Qingchi handed him the earphones and said, "Please come and listen to a demo."
Fu Cuo was a little suspicious, but still took the earphones. Sui Qingchi walked out from the chair and gave him his seat. Leaning on the back of the chair, the other hand held the mouse.
Kaka clicked play twice, Fu Cuo couldn't help noticing Sui Qingchi's hand on the mouse. He clicked the mouse with his unusual left hand. dive watch.
When leaning over to look at the screen, Sui Qingchi's profile was a little closer. This angle reminded Fu Cuo of the day he told Sui Qingchi that Xifeng was going to record his first album a few years ago, and Sui Qingchi stood beside him like this He leaned on the back of his chair and listened to the song he wrote, such an intimate gesture, but such a distant expression, he foolishly thought that he was just tired.
After a few seconds of ecstasy, Fu Cuo's eyes widened when the music entered the second bar.
Although Sui Qingchi said it was a demo, it was obviously a demo that was recorded by the band, and the sound had even been preliminarily mixed. However, this was clearly the song number 07 that he wrote on the hard drive. He couldn't bear it, and got up to extract Headphones, Sui Qingchi pressed his shoulder, Fu Cuo looked up, Sui Qingchi looked down at him, and said with his mouth: You have finished listening.
He was too familiar with Sui Qingchi's stubborn expression, so he had no choice but to suppress his anger and continue listening.
Fu Cuo's posture was not too relaxed and he was facing the screen, while Sui Qingchi looked down at him, noticing that when his voice came out, Fu Cuo's forbearing expression and tense sitting posture relaxed visibly to the naked eye, although his expression was still very tight. complex. But it's a good signal... He let go of his hand on the opponent's shoulder.
Fu Cuo's heart was full of emotions, and the lyrics were rewritten. There was no need to guess. This kind of straightforward and strong lyrics was definitely written by Sui Qingchi, but he had to admit that he was once again overwhelmed by Sui Qingchi. Attracted by his voice, even the sound engineer was not willing to repair the breath when he sang, and he would not repair it if he changed it. Those proper breathing and ventilation, after listening to it once, have become indispensable to the song a part of.
Had to admit it... but the admission hurt him so much.
And the rhythmic bass line above the background noise, the style reminded him of Tan Si at first glance.
This song sounds like a song from Zephyr's album.
When the song came to an end, Sui Qingchi stopped playing, took out the demo disk, Fu Cuo numbly took off his earphones, Sui Qingchi held the demo in his hand, and put it in front of him: "Although there are no lyrics, But it's a good song, and I can make it even better."
There were only the two of them in the room, no Xifeng, no Tan Si, no AK, only Sui Qingchi, who was no longer the lead singer of Xifeng, and himself, who was no longer the guitarist of Xifeng. Fu Cuo woke up from the illusion of deja vu, put down the earphones: "I'm sorry, this is not a song written for you, and you have no right to make it better." He stood up and said, "And please don't Automate my computer without authorization."
Sui Qingchi stared at him, frowning depressed and puzzled: "Did I write badly? Did I sing badly?"
"It has nothing to do with..."
"Is it called automaticity if I touch your computer?"
"..."
Fu Cuo was dumb, and there was an unbearable silence in the room until Sui Qingchi threw the phone on the mixer: "What the hell is wrong?!"
The phone was not so much thrown as it was dropped. When the phone almost slipped off the table, Fu Cuo caught it and put it on the chair.
"I won't break my promise to write songs for you, and you really don't have to," he said.
Sui Qingchi leaned back against the mixer, pressed his hands firmly on his waist, lowered his head to calm his anger, finally looked up at him, raised his eyebrows coldly, and said, "I want this one."
The eyes were provocative and stubborn.
Fu Cuo's throat tugged: "This one won't work."
"why not?"
"This one is for Xifeng." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi's jaw tightened suddenly, his eyes were red at first, but gradually became more ruthless: "Which Xifeng?" He asked, his teeth clenched, "Is it Xifeng with He Bin as the lead singer or Xifeng with Fan Fan as the lead singer? If you want to write a song for them so much, you fucking sing it to them!"
He pointed his hand fiercely at the door. Fu Cuo took a deep breath: "Sui Qingchi, you still don't know where..."
"I can't figure it out? I can't figure it out! You tell me what you want me to-"
Fu Cuo looked at him suddenly, Sui Qingchi swallowed the last words back, he didn't know what the words that rushed to his lips should be, so he was willing to forgive me? Or an even more unattainable luxury.
It's just that before he blurted out that sentence, he suddenly realized that it was not that simple. They didn't just have a contract with Yitian and a broken guitar.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi, he seemed to have frozen himself, an active volcano suddenly fell into dead silence.
"That's it," he lowered his gaze, bypassing Sui Qingchi who was silent and non-aggressive, "I will write a song for you, but not this one."
Just bumped into Wang Xiaoou when she was leaving the studio, and the fat female assistant held the hot drink bought for them in her hand, she was a little surprised: "Are you leaving so soon?"
Fu Cuo nodded: "Well, there is something else."
Wang Xiaoou raised the pocket in his hand: "Then take the coffee!"
"No, let someone else drink it."
He just wanted to leave quickly now, and hurried up the stairs, but was stopped by Wang Xiaoou again:
"Brother Fu Cuo!"
He stopped helplessly on the stairs.
Wang Xiaoou walked to the bottom of the stairs, raised his head and whispered to him, "Well, no matter what you say, don't take it to heart, he just has a bad temper, but in fact he has a good heart..."
Fu Cuo heard mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't know whether he should feel emotional or moved. This girl is very good. With such an assistant, I really hope that Sui Qingchi can cherish it...
He glanced in the direction of the recording room and said, "He's a singer, his voice is very important to him, it's not good to smoke too much."
Wang Xiaoou nodded hurriedly: "I know!" Then he said in a very frustrated tone, "But he just doesn't listen, he likes to smoke when he's upset, and I try my best not to annoy him..."
"It's not your fault." Fu Cuo said, "Your father..." He also felt funny when he said this name, "In short, there is no reason to tell him, you might as well just hide his cigarettes so that he can't smoke them. That’s fine, if he asks you to buy cigarettes and you say you can’t, then at most he will scold you a few times, and he won’t go to buy cigarettes himself.”
Wang Xiaoou nodded immediately, with a look of serious study: "Okay!"
Fu Cuo knew that this "good" was not just a talk, and for some reason, he had an unreasonable trust in this girl. Leaving the recording studio, it was as if he had forgotten the conflict with Sui Qingchi just now, as if he came here today not to see Sui Qingchi, but to meet Wang Xiaoou, just to say something to her that he wanted to say for a long time but couldn't find it. words conveyed by people.