The funny imitation performance was still imprinted in Fu Cuo's mind, which made people extremely uncomfortable. He clicked on the video search, thought for a while, and entered the words "Sui Qingchi Xinghe Stadium".
The most popular video was only 30 seconds long. Fu Cuo hesitated for a while, and clicked to play. The video was shot in the first row of the stands, a little far away from the stage, so I couldn't see clearly Sui Qingchi in the center of the stage. Fans The camera was aimed at the big screen on the right.
Sui Qingchi was wearing a large black T-shirt. He had just finished singing a song, and when the lifting platform was halfway down, he jumped off it. The cuffs of that black T-shirt were opened very low and wide. Swinging a little, you can glimpse the vacuum body inside, it looks very sexy, so the screams from the fans are also loud.
The sweat on his face can be clearly seen on the big screen, even his neck is wet. Every time he takes a breath, those sweaty places become more obvious. In the wet sweat, his whole body seems to be shining Yes, skin, hair, and eyes shimmered.
Amidst the voices of tens of thousands of fans at the scene, Sui Qingchi walked to the front of the stage, between the two monitor speakers in the center, squatted down, stroked the stage floor with his right hand, and said:
"I've been here."
The sound is like a cello played by God, the bow slides over the thickest 4 strings, like a long echo of thunder and empty valley, drowning the noise of tens of thousands of people.
The camera captured Sui Qingchi's expression while holding the red microphone, obviously talking about Veni, Vidi, Vici, but his throat trembled several times. Instead of standing up, he lowered his head and buried his face in his arms, taking a video The girl cried out with a wow, this action only took a few seconds, but the entire Xinghe Stadium was boiling.
Fu Cuo's heart twitched violently. Although it was only for a few seconds, although Sui Qingchi stood up quickly, the next second, Xinghe Stadium was shocked by his shout "I saw! I came! I quered!" It was as if the earth was shaking.
When the video ended abruptly, the echo hadn't cleared up. Fu Cuo was immersed in it for a long time, but couldn't recover until the sound of the elevator door opening came from behind him. He turned around and saw Sui Qingchi who came out with the assistant bodyguard , he was wearing a black hooded coat and looked a little tired.
The change of time and space was too fast, as if overnight, Sui Qingchi's pride was completely wiped out, and the light on him disappeared.
Sui Qingchi also saw him, and stopped in his tracks, followed by the two bodyguards.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi from a distance of five or six meters. He didn't know how to speak to this person. Sui Qingchi also looked at him. His expression was a little harder than his, but he still walked over. , asked in a deep voice, "Why are you here?"
"I have something to ask you." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi turned around and asked Wang Xiaoou: "Where did you park my car for me?"
"Area A ahead, do you want me to drive over?" Wang Xiaoou said.
Sui Qingchi looked at the garage, put on his sunglasses and said, "No need, just a few steps, let's walk over there."
Fu Cuo watched Sui Qingchi walk towards Area A with the bodyguard after finishing speaking, but didn't say a word to him. He didn't understand what it meant, so he hesitated and didn't move.
After walking for a while, Sui Qingchi turned his head and said, "Let's go."
Fu Cuo had no choice but to follow behind.
Sui Qingchi turned around again, and said to the bodyguard as he walked, "I'll drive back by myself, so you don't have to follow."
Wang Xiaoou asked a little confused: "You just asked me to book a restaurant, aren't you going?"
"You guys go, I'm not going." Sui Qingchi had already seen the white Cherokee in front of him, and said, "Let's go here, there is no need to send it off."
Wang Xiaoou gave the car keys to Sui Qingchi, and was still a little worried when he left. Looking back at the backs of Sui Qingchi and Fu Cuo walking towards the Cherokee one after the other, the two walked very slowly, as if they would never be able to walk side by side The rhythm made her very sad.
Sui Qingchi unlocked the car and asked without looking back, "When did you come?"
Fu Cuo smiled wryly in his heart. After so many years, Sui Qingchi was still the same, and he couldn't let go of his pride in front of him. He said, "Just arrived."
Sui Qingchi nodded thoughtfully.
Fu Cuo looked at his back, and said in his heart, don't worry
Sui Qingchi opened the car door: "If you have anything to say, get in the car and talk."
"Let's talk here." Fu Cuo said, "It's just a few words."
Sui Qingchi looked back at him, closed the car door with a "bang", and said, "Then let's talk."
"I heard that Zhong Dao was late for rehearsal this afternoon..." Fu Cuo said.
"Okay," Sui Qingchi interrupted him with a troubled expression, "There's nothing to say."
Fu Cuo frowned: "He's not really late..."
Unexpectedly, Sui Qingchi couldn't say a word more than he did, so she opened the door and got into the car.
Only the exhaust of the Cherokee was left to Fu Cuo. He watched the row of red taillights drifting away, and the emotion of being unable to communicate, powerless, and helpless could no longer be suppressed:
"Sui Qingchi—"
It's been a long time since I called his name so loudly, why no matter how many times it happens, why can't you just calm down and listen to me once, why can't you just do something with me? !
The white SUV turned away at the end, and only the ending of the three words echoed in vain in the huge garage. Standing there, Fu Cuo suddenly felt dizzy. The lights in the garage seemed to have dimmed collectively. Turning around, he barely walked to a pillar in the dim vision, and leaned his whole body weight on it.
He couldn't stand up after leaning on it for a while, and squatted down weakly. This must be hypoglycemia. Sui Qingchi also suffered from hypoglycemia when he was in high school. Later, after they got together, he seemed to be much better. Occasionally, he wouldn't get dizzy if he didn't eat a meal. Frankly speaking, the two of them didn't eat very well at that time, the most nutritious thing was the boiled eggs and yogurt for breakfast, so that Sui Qingchi could do well, in fact, he was a very easy-going person. When I was in middle school, I had hypoglycemia, so it can be seen that I didn't eat very seriously...
The feeling of dizziness is very uncomfortable, like a spinning top spinning in your head and dragging you down. Fu Cuo leaned against the pillar and closed his eyes. Even if we can't be together, at least let's finish it together. With that predestined person, why don't we even have this tacit understanding
There was a car passing by in the garage, and he heard the sound of wheels pressing on the speed bump in his dizziness, felt the car passing by him, and then disappeared.
"Fu wrong?"
Hearing a familiar voice suddenly, Fu Cuo opened his eyes for a moment, looked up and saw the white Cherokee parked in front of him, and Sui Qingchi frowned at him from behind the rolled down window: "What's the matter? What are you doing here?"
Sui Qingchi might really be more effective than any other medicine. He felt that the spinning top in his brain stopped instantly. He stood up while leaning on the wall, and said, "I'm a little hypoglycemic, so I squatted down for a while."
Sui Qingchi looked at him: "... Are you hypoglycemic too?"
Fu Cuo smiled wryly: "Yes, Feng Shui will take turns."
Sui Qingchi lowered his head and unfastened his seat belt, pushed the door and got out of the car, saying, "Get in the car, you drive."
Fu Cuo was surprised: "Why?"
Sui Qingchi pressed the car door and said, "I just drank some wine."
"Just now? Didn't you just finish recording the show?"
Sui Qingchi took out a can of beer from the cup holder, and put it on the roof of the car with a "click".
Fu Cuo looked at the opened can of beer, and understood that he might have just taken a sip of it when he bought it.
When Cherokee passed by a row of restaurants, Sui Qingchi said, "Let's eat something."
Fu Cuo drove the car without squinting: "No need."
"I didn't eat either." Sui Qingchi said.
It was so quiet in the carriage for a while, and the car drove forward for a certain distance. Fu Cuo slowly pulled over and stopped, and said, "What do you want to eat?"
At this moment, it was a little far away from the restaurant. Sui Qingchi saw the 24-hour convenience store by the roadside and said, "Let's fry rice cakes."
Fu Cuo got out of the car and went into a convenience store to buy two boxes of fried rice cakes. He brought them back after heating them up. As soon as the car door was closed, the car smelled like fried rice cakes.
It feels a little nostalgic.
In fact, Fu Cuo couldn't eat much. Sui Qingchi glanced at him and said, "You eat first, and I'll listen to you when you're done."
His tone was very calm, with a look of great hope, Fu Cuo thought.
The weight of a box of fried rice cakes is not much, and Fu Cuo does not know why the two of them have eaten for so long. The time in the upper right corner of the dashboard shows that it is now 21:17. They used to be in a rental house. Such a small amount of fried rice cakes, they It's always done in less than five minutes.
Sui Qingchi took a few sips and then picked up the can of beer. Fu Cuo watched him take a long sip and wanted to say something, but he still didn't say anything. Sui Qingchi put the can down, as if he knew he was looking at him, and didn't turn his head. He said proudly, "You can drink whatever you want."
"I want to drive."
"Yes," Sui Qingchi smiled bitterly, "I forgot."
"You drink less, too."
Sui Qingchi ate two pieces of stir-fried rice cakes, took another sip of beer, and squeezed a couple of times when he put down the can: "I just like the look of your dick."
Fu Cuo didn't reply, thinking that he would be drunk after just a few sips, and you, a mosquito, still hold the same amount of alcohol.
After eating the rice cakes, Fu Cuo was going to get out of the car to throw out the trash. Sui Qingchi stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me." Fu Cuo handed him the paper box in his hand. He got out of the car window and threw it in the direction of the trash can, and it turned out to be very accurate.
There were two girls who came to throw wooden sticks with spicy skewers at the trash can. When the two cartons were dropped into the trash can, the two girls were startled and stared in the direction of the car, and immediately opened their eyes wide in surprise. .
Sui Qingchi raised the car window and said, "Let's go."
Fu Cuo quickly drove the car out.
Sui Qingchi looked at the way the people around him were concentrating on driving. Such a quiet Fu Cuo made him a little irritable, and he shouldn't drink. Although he is no longer the Sui Qingchi who got drunk when he drank, Fu Cuo is still the one who controls him. Fu wrong switch. The more he wanted to be calm, the more he felt the urge to move around in his body, and finally sat up unbearably, reached out and played the music.
As soon as the music came out, Sui Qingchi was stunned.
Fu Cuo was also stunned, it was "Castle", but it wasn't "Castle" from Sui Qingchi's fourth album, it was from Xifeng's first album. Although the accompaniment was the same, he recognized the electric guitar he was playing.
Sui Qingchi wanted to cut the song, but Fu Cuo saw his distress the moment he stretched out his hand. Thinking of what happened in the studio, he couldn't bear it, so he turned the steering wheel and said, "Leave it alone."
Sui Qingchi paused and retracted his hand, and the song was playing quietly in the carriage. There are them when they were young, Fu Cuo thought with nostalgia.
Sui Qingchi hesitated for a long time, and asked, "Did you get the copyright fee for this song?"
"Let's get a part of it." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi frowned: "What is a part?"
"The rest are used as liquidated damages."
Sui Qingchi looked at him suddenly, was dumb for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "So you chose such an unscrupulous company in the end."
"It's not an unscrupulous company. We broke the contract first." Fu Cuo looked ahead and said calmly. He didn't want to talk about this issue very much.
Sui Qingchi calmed down for a long time, and said in a dull voice: "Did all my money go into their pockets?"
Fu Cuo's eyes flickered, and he said to himself, did you originally hope that your money would go into my pocket
Does that mean that he is not completely without apology
What happened, why is he making excuses for Sui Qingchi again, he really panicked...
After flustered for two seconds, his nasal cavity was cold, and Sui Qingchi immediately raised his hand to cover his nose. Fu Cuo was not frightened by the nosebleed, but was startled by his action.
Sui Qingchi took his hand away, the palm was covered with blood, he looked down at his palm, then looked up at Fu Cuo: "...what's the matter with you?"
"It's okay, it's easy to do this when it's hot, and it's not the first time you've seen it."
"So much blood, you tell me it's okay?!"
After that, he raised his hand and was about to set up a navigation to go to the hospital, but Fu Cuo stopped him.
"It's really fine. I'll go to the hospital for a full body checkup when I have time. Let's forget about it tonight. I don't have time to worry about it." He said, "Do you have tissues in the car?"
Sui Qingchi gave him a tissue, and Fu Cuo gave him another one, saying, "Wipe your hands."
Only then did Sui Qingchi realize that her hands were covered with blood, and she lowered her head and wiped her palms impetuously.
Fu Cuo covered his nose with a tissue for a while, and felt that it was almost all right, so he took off the tissue and showed it to Sui Qingchi: "There is no bleeding."
Sui Qingchi stared at him: "Whatever you say is what you say."
Fu Cuo said: "Can we talk about Zhong Dao?"
Sui Qingchi didn't speak, and pulled open the storage compartment with a stern face, reached in and took out a cigarette case, but there was not a single cigarette left when he opened it, Sui Qingchi crushed the box irritably, and then Throw it back.
Wang Xiaoou is such a good girl, Fu Cuo thought.
Sui Qingchi couldn't find Yan, so he gave up, glanced at him, and said, "You tell me."
Fu Cuo told Sui Qingchi everything he had learned, and Sui Qingchi also realized that the program team had messed up inside.
Sui Qingchi didn't speak for a while after listening, Fu Cuo looked at his expression, probably also aware of the tricks of the program group.
"How do you conclude that the show crew did it on purpose," Sui Qingchi said, "How can it be that Zhong Dao is lying?"
Fu Cuo knew that he had actually listened to it, but he just wasn't happy about picking a bone in the egg: "It's not impossible, it's okay if you think so."
Sui Qingchi stared at him speechlessly: "Okay, it's still what you say!"
There was a red light ahead, Fu Cuo stopped the car slowly and said, "Thank you for everything you did for him."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak, he put his hands on the window of the car, as if he was deaf and didn't respond. There was no sound in the carriage again, the red light turned green, and before getting on the bridge, Sui Qingchi suddenly lowered the window, a gust of wind came in, and he said, "Drive faster."
Fu looked at him wrongly: "Why?"
The wind blows Sui Qingchi's bangs, but it doesn't move very much. Sui Qingchi's hair is obviously very soft.
Sui Qingchi put his hand on the outside of the car window chicly: "It's cool to drive faster, don't you understand the truth?"
Fu Cuo didn't want to compete with him, so he had to speed up. Cherokee rushed up the bridge, and the wind rushed in, finally raising Sui Qingchi's bangs. As long as this person shows his forehead, he will become non-aggressive, leaving only pure beauty. It's amazing. Fu Cuo thought to himself.
Sui Qingchi glanced at the speed of the car with lowered eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "You are not as good as Tan Si."
Fu Cuo's eyes flickered.
Sui Qingchi glanced at him, leaning his head back on the back of the chair, with the cold wind blowing on his forehead, he simply pushed his hair back, looked out the window, and said, "Sometimes I think of him driving us to the Livehouse look."
"you're drunk."
Sui Qingchi picked up the beer on the cup holder, took another sip, and smiled lightly: "You think I'm not qualified to mention him."
"Stop drinking."
"You all think it's my fault."
Sui Qingchi's voice was still faint, dissipating in the wind like a mayfly, Fu Cuo couldn't listen anymore, he held both hands on the steering wheel, and for a second, he really wanted to press the car horn to shut up Sui Qingchi.
Sui Qingchi raised his noble hand and said: "Okay, I won't talk about it baby, let me sing you a song, let me think about it..." He looked out the window, frowned slightly, and thought seriously, "Sing your favorite song How about Coldpy..." As if thinking of something again, he laughed to himself, "After making love, you insist on me singing their songs, you are so interesting..."
Fu Cuo frowned distractedly, Sui Qingchi got up and turned off the music, leaned back in the chair, beat rhythmically on his thigh with his right hand, and hummed the prelude to The Stist.
He just hummed, the rhythm was just the sound of him patting his thigh, but it easily dragged Fu Cuo into the chords of the piano and guitar.
e up to meet you
Tell you I'm sorry
Sui Qingchi sang:
You don't know how lovely you are
I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh let's go back to the start
Running in circles
ing in tails
Heads are a sce apart
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
Fu Cuo doesn't know how he did it, but he was so drunk but he didn't bring the drunkenness into the song. There was no trace of blurred drunkenness in the singing, only the heartbreak full of heartbreak spread far away like radio waves, and Sui Qingchi's voice was like water. , falling drop by drop, neither fast nor slow, but invincibly chiseled through the boulder.
He even hummed the last solo of the electric guitar, holding an invisible guitar while humming, drunk and happily sweeping alone, and finally smiled and looked at Fu Cuo. Enjoy it. Sui Qingchi looked at him with helpless eyes, and the smile disappeared from the corner of his lips little by little.
When I look back at you, you were never like this.
He shook his head, turned his gaze to the window, and hummed the last part of the song by himself. The sound is sandwiched between the waves and the wind, like a wolf cub whimpering.
The car finally got off the bridge, Fu Cuo quickly pulled over the car, loosened the seat belt, pulled out the key, pushed the door and got out of the car, he heard Sui Qingchi in the car asking coldly: "Where are you going?"
He didn't answer, and slammed the door.
Walking to the bridge, hoping that the sea breeze would take away the force on his neck and make his breathing easier, he lowered his head and quickly sent a message to Wang Xiaoou, and then heard the sound of the car door opening behind him, Sui Qingchi got out of the car, He lowered his head and pulled up the wide hood of his coat.
Fu Cuo watched Sui Qingchi walk to his side, the black coat and black hood made him look like a handsome death.
"What are you doing down here?" There are so many cars and people here, are you crazy
Sui Qingchi lowered his head and grabbed his clenched right hand and lifted it up, held his wrist with his left hand, tried to open his fingers with his right hand, and said in a calm but drunk tone: "You took my car keys away, I'm sitting Are you an idiot in there?"
Fu Cuo let go of his fingers, Sui Qingchi was taken aback for a moment, there was nothing on his palm, he looked up at Fu Cuo: "Where's the key?"
Fu Cuo looked at him silently.
"Where's the key?" Sui Qingchi frowned and looked at him.
"..."
"Fu Cuo..." Sui Qingchi looked at him with extreme forbearance, "Fu Cuo baby... Brother Fu Cuo... I have never been so patient with the second person in my life, can you give me some reaction? You are fucking dead Yet?!"
Fu Cuo swallowed, your patience is nothing more than that.
Sui Qingchi grabbed Fu Cuo's collar, and the distance between the two of them was less than the thickness of a palm in an instant, and even the sea breeze couldn't blow away the breath entangled between them: "You want me to find it from you?" , or do you hand it over yourself?"
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi in front of him. The hood of the large coat even touched his forehead. The sea breeze blew the hood and shook it. As bright as the crest of the waves reflecting the moonlight.
The cell phone rang suddenly, and Fu Cuo was stunned for a while before he realized that it was his cell phone ringing. He lowered his head and took out the cell phone as if rescued from Sui Qingchi's absolute domain. It was Wang Xiaoou's call, and he clicked to answer it. He was about to speak, but no sound came out.
Sui Qingchi suddenly posted it—
This kiss was so overwhelming...
Fu Cuo failed to hold the phone, and the phone fell to the ground with a "crack", and Wang Xiaoou's voice of "Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey" can still be heard.
There was a car light shining from behind, Fu Cuo immediately recovered and pushed Sui Qingchi away.
The hood on Sui Qingchi's head was crumbling in the sea breeze. When the car with high beams on slowed down and drove past the bridge, Fu Cuo reflexively took a step forward to block Sui Qingchi, and raised his hand quickly He pulled the hood of Sui Qingchi's coat down again to cover him.
Until the car behind him passed by, he finally couldn't help it: "Are you crazy?!"
Sui Qingchi looked indifferent and fearless, just staring at him coldly: "I'm crazy, I imagine that if Zhong Dao wins the championship, we can start again, is this possible?"
Fu Cuo didn't dare to answer, he really wished he had never heard this sentence, but it was like a wolf's fangs, biting firmly and firmly. He can not meet with Sui Qingchi, he can stay away from him forever, he can treat him as someone who will never be forgiven for the rest of his life, but what makes him fear and despair is to hate Sui Qingchi, he can't do it at all Even if there is Tan Si's death between them...
You can't hate him, you can't forget him, you can't even be indifferent to him. So he has no way to face Tan Si, face AK, face Sui Qingchi, he has no face to face anyone.
"Fu Cuo, tell me, am I doing useless work?"
The car lights were reflected in Sui Qingchi's bright eyes, flowing like fireflies bit by bit. Fu Cuo didn't dare to look into his eyes, bent down to pick up the phone, and said, "I'll write a song for you. I promised you."
There seemed to be a fire in Sui Qingchi's eyes: "Fu Cuo, figure it out, who provoked whom in the first place? I didn't intend to provoke you, why didn't you let me go?! Why didn't you walk past me? , don't talk to me, don't smile at me, don't help me self-righteously?! Then I will always be alone, and I won't be like this—"
Fu Cuo looked up at him, and was reminded by him, the bus he met for the first time, the corner of the stairs, the basketball court... Sui Qingchi was right, he couldn't help but approach him, Perseverance over and over again, no matter how much he was rejected, he was reluctant to give up, and he didn't know why. He wanted to smooth his edges and corners so much, and wanted to warm him up so much.
"I shouldn't have provoked you." Fu Cuo said, "But people have such a long life, can't they do one or two wrong things when they are young?"
"Am I something you did wrong?" Sui Qingchi looked at him back and forth, he was in pain, but there was still nostalgia for the good times in that pain, "Then why is it so important for me to be with you?" The only thing I've done right in my life? Can a thing be wrong and right at the same time?"
"After so many years, we should all let go..." Fu Cuo said, this sentence seemed to be said to Sui Qingchi, more like saying to himself, "Sui Qingchi, I can't get over this hurdle so easily, so you Let me go, continue to be your heavenly king, and cherish what you have now."
He stepped forward, took Sui Qingchi's hand, put the key in his palm, turned and left.
"I was wrong."
Fu Cuo stopped abruptly.
Sui Qingchi's voice was behind him, against the wind, still piercing everything clearly, saying word by word: "I admit my mistake, I apologize. Sincerely."
Fu Cuo never expected that he never thought of getting any apology from Sui Qingchi, but he got something he never expected, no matter if it was Sui Qingchi's compromise or a sincere apology, these few words Speaking from Sui Qingchi's mouth, it made him.
It wasn't until the lights of the car behind turned around that Fu Cuo came back to his senses. A taxi drove up beside him, and it was the assistant Wang Xiaoou: "Master!"
Wang Xiaoou was moved to find his master, and quickly paid the money and got out of the car.
Sui Qingchi looked at Fu Cuo's direction, and said to Wang Xiaoou, "Didn't I tell you to go back?"
"Ah I… "
Fu Cuo turned his head and said to Wang Xiaoou: "He drank, please take care of him."
"Okay," Wang Xiaoou nodded, "Thank you Brother Fu Cuo, please forgive me!"
Fu Cuo thought helplessly, he didn't bother me once or twice.
"Brother Fu Cuo, shall we drop you off?" Wang Xiaoou said.
Fu Cuo shook his head: "No, not on the way."
Sui Qingchi stopped him and said, "Can you consider what I said?"
Fu Cuo didn't say anything, but only said: "Drive slowly, don't let him touch the steering wheel."
Wang Xiaoou nodded straight: "Definitely! I also want to live a few more years!"