Entering the room, Sui Qingchi still couldn't believe it, and asked, "How do I start over?"
Fu Cuo recalled his last visit, looked at his feet, and said, "Let's start by changing your shoes and entering the house."
Sui Qingchi was a little embarrassed: "Didn't I change my shoes when I came in?"
Fu Cuo put down the key in the porch and said, "Yes, you came in with your leather shoes on."
Sui Qingchi honestly took off his shoes in the entrance, and said in a low voice, "Because I don't have my slippers, and you didn't give me shoe covers..." He said as if realizing how weak this defense was, "Of course, these Not a reason, I know..."
Fu Cuo looked back at him: "There are slippers in the closet, you can wear mine." After finishing speaking, he walked into the living room, opened the curtains of the balcony, and turned his head to see Sui Qingchi standing at the place where the living room and the entrance are connected, with a hesitant look that made him feel uncomfortable. He was funny and sad, "Be at ease, think about the last time you came."
Sui Qingchi stared at him, lowered his eyes and walked to the sofa to sit down. It was a completely different action from last time. He sat down quietly, like a big cat: "Don't hold me against me like that." I was really scared …
As night fell outside the window, Fu Cuo turned on the light in the living room. Looking back, he saw Sui Qingchi sitting on the sofa, looking up at him. There was a cramped silence in the room. Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's sitting posture, and he was slightly hunched forward. With his back on his back, his hands were on his knees, but he obviously didn't relax. After sitting down for so long, the sunglasses were still in his hands. Fu Cuo was inexplicably moved: "Why are you so nervous?"
"I don't know what to do to satisfy you," Sui Qingchi said, "and you still hold grudges."
Fu Cuo couldn't help but laugh: "You also know that you are a bad person." He walked over, sat down on the sofa, and stretched out his hand to Sui Qingchi, "Give me the sunglasses."
Without even thinking about it, Sui Qingchi handed over the sunglasses in his hand. Fu Cuo took them and put them on the coffee table. The Ray-Ban sunglasses and the glass lightly touched each other. He said, "It's that simple." He looked at Sui Qingchi again ,"Is it hot?"
"A little."
"Give me the coat."
Sui Qingchi took a deep breath, stood up, took off his coat, and wanted to take out the things in his pocket, but Fu Cuo asked him to give him the clothes, and he gave them to Fu Cuo. Fu Cuo was carrying the white wool coat, took out the mobile phone in his pocket and put it on the coffee table, and took out a pack of Marlboro from the other pocket, which was not surprising at all. He put his coat on the armrest of the sofa casually: "I can't smoke here."
Sui Qingchi stared at the pack of cigarettes, nodded resignedly: "Throw it away."
Fu Cuo really got up and threw the cigarette case into the trash can in the kitchen. Sui Qingchi poked his head from the sofa and watched him throw the cigarette in. Fu Cuo saw him and asked, "What's wrong, can't bear it?"
"How is it possible, it's just a pack of cigarettes." Sui Qingchi shrugged, looking a little sluggish.
Fu Cuo pretended not to see it, and poured out two glasses of water.
Sui Qingchi looked at the water glass on the coffee table, but didn't drink it: "Fu Cuo, if I make you dissatisfied, you have to tell me in advance, and you can't secretly deduct points for me in your heart."
"..."
"Did you hear that?"
"I heard." Fu Cuo looked up at him and said, "Don't be so fierce to me next time."
"I'm not fierce, I..."
"I don't mean now, I mean before."
Sui Qingchi sighed deeply, arched his back forward, raised his hand to pinch the space between his eyebrows, and finally let go after a long time, saying: "I'm sorry..."
Fu Cuo looked at him, smiled, and said it was okay.
It doesn't matter how many mistakes you make.
"What's for dinner?" Fu Cuo asked, he was really hungry.
Sui Qingchi said it was all right.
"There are noodles, let's cook them." Fu Cuo stood up and walked to the semi-open kitchen. He can go downstairs to eat whatever he wants, but Sui Qingchi can't, now is not the years when the two of them can go downstairs to find a restaurant to eat together.
Sui Qingchi also stood up, tugged at her clothes, and said, "Let me help."
Fu Cuo was a little speechless: "It's just cooking pot noodles, what can I do for you?"
Sui Qingchi didn't care what he said, but walked over: "Or else I'll look like a guest."
Fu Cuo boiled the water and looked back at him, so even if he didn't do anything, did he have to stand beside him? He jokingly said: "You don't look like a guest, have you ever been polite to me?"
"..."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak, but Fu Cuo was worried, afraid that he would think wildly again, so he turned around and asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I didn't think about anything." Sui Qingchi looked into his eyes and said.
This voice, paired with these eyes, is really foul. Fu Cuo bowed his head and said "um", the water boiled, and the noodles were put into the pot. After a while, they softened in the boiling water, and sank into the water around and around. The room was a little quiet. Sui Qingchi stayed in the kitchen with himself, and the kitchen seemed a little smaller. Fu Cuo couldn't help but said, "Turn on the TV, it will make some noise, or it will be dead."
Sui Qingchi went to the living room to turn on the TV. Fu Cuo didn't hear the sound of the TV turning on for a long time. Looking back, he saw Sui Qingchi holding a sofa cushion in each of his left and right hands. He searched around on the sofa but couldn't find the remote control.
"Under the coffee table." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi looked down and saw two remote controls under the coffee table. He took one of them and pressed it on the TV, but there was no response. Fu Cuo said, "The smaller one."
The TV was finally turned on. Fu Cuo heard the sound of the advertisement, and there was finally some movement in the room. Sui Qingchi put down the remote control, looked in the direction of the kitchen, and said shyly, "I'm not very familiar with this place yet."
Fu Cuo's back was facing the stove quietly, without replying.
He just stared at the frozen figure so stubbornly, and saw that the person finally made a move, he picked it up slowly with his chopsticks, and said:
"It will be familiar."
The voice was too low, and Sui Qingchi could hear it clearly among the TV commercials. He even felt that even if they were surrounded by gunfire, he would not miss any of Fu Cuo's voice. But as much joy in his heart, there is as much fear:
"Why did you agree, I can't figure out..."
Fu Cuo looked down at the white foam on the water and said, "I had a dream about Tan Si. He said that each of us should have a chance to reform."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak for a while, then whispered after a while: "He said so."
Fu Cuo changed the subject: "Zhong Dao is not bad, I said, give him a chance, don't hinder him, he can succeed."
Sui Qingchi was silent for a long time: ... If I had given Xifeng a chance, would you have been like him? "
Fu Cuo didn't answer, because he didn't expect Sui Qingchi to ask such a question at all, because he never expected Sui Qingchi's remorse and apology, and when it really came, he didn't know how to deal with it.
There was a time when he dreamed of asking him why.
why why why? !
But now it is no longer necessary, no matter why he voted for someone else, the motivation and impulse that he himself regrets, there is no need to bring up the old things again. There was a devil in his heart, each of them knew it, but they all chose not to talk about it, just like they chose not to talk about Tan Si's death, which was actually just an accident.
"Fu wrong."
Sui Qingchi made a sound behind him, and Fu Cuo regained consciousness, turning his head reflexively.
Sui Qingchi walked to his side, and pointed to the pot noodles with his eyes: "It's going to be mushy."
Fu Cuo turned his head and saw the noodles in the pot that were about to become a ball, so he quickly turned off the fire.
The noodles are a bit mushy, and they are easy to break when you pick them up with chopsticks. It's not a big bowl of noodles, and two people haven't finished it after eating for a long time. Fu Cuo watched Sui Tianwang lower his head and eat the noodles he cooked in the pot. He couldn't pick up a few of them with one chopstick, and half of them would break off when he put them in his mouth. He watched Sui Qingchi eat only chopsticks at all when he had a mouthful of noodles. He felt sorry for him, and it made him a little funny. If this pot of noodles was cooked by classmate Wang Xiaoou, I'm afraid he will have to coax him "Master! Master!"...
This is not his usual level. Retired guitarist Fu Cuo has devoted himself to cooking noodles for many years, but the taste is actually quite good. I didn't leave a good first impression on Tianwang, and I have a little bit of regret.
While eating noodles, an old variety show "Falling in Love with Friday" was broadcast on TV. Before the broadcast, a bunch of advertisements were inserted. The advertisement of the title sponsor of the show was the mobile phone endorsed by Sui Qingchi. Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi on the screen, Compared to the Sui Tianwang beside him who was frowning and eating batter with a face full of admiration, the one on TV was much more domineering.
When the close-up of the eyes came out, Fu Cuo Xinjing also shook for a moment. His eyes are really beautiful. No wonder everyone loves to take pictures of his eyes from LIVE scenes to various advertisements.
"It's an eyesore, so I changed it." Sui Qingchi said without raising his head after taking a mouthful of noodles.
Fu Cuo's face was a little hot, and he didn't know why Sui Qingchi asked: "I don't think it's an eyesore."
"Wouldn't you cut off my advertisements when you saw them before?" Sui Qingchi raised her head and asked.
Fu Cuo couldn't help but laugh: "Then I just don't watch TV or go online."
Sui Qingchi smiled, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and pointed his chopsticks at himself on the screen: "You can scold me at the ad, it's very cool." He played it again before the countdown, and he said in disgust, "Playing it over and over again, I'm tired of watching it myself."
Fu Cuo also laughed, and did not speak. He glanced at Sui Qingchi who was holding the sci-fi mobile phone in the ad. He was wearing a black motorcycle jacket. At the end of the ad, the background turned into a black starry sky. Li threw it and held it, and with the voice of him reading the advertisement in the background, he looked back with a cold and handsome look, and he asked curiously: "Do you never smile when you shoot advertisements?"
Sui Qingchi crossed Erlang's legs, lowered her head and picked at the rest of her face: "Don't they like to see me in the second grade?"
Fu Cuo's mood was a little complicated. Sui Qingchi seemed to have accepted the public's definition of him as the king of the second class, and he was forced to accept it. The only counterattack he could do was to say, "Don't you guys like to watch me in the second class?" ", or "Let me try my best to show you."
"Has no advertiser ever asked you to laugh?" he asked.
Sui Qingchi looked up at the TV, put down his chopsticks, frowned and thought for a while: "Yes, when I first debuted, I spoke of a mineral water, let me take a sip, and show a smile like a spring breeze." After speaking, she laughed disdainfully.
Fu Cuo burst out laughing: "Fubao Bingquan?"
When Sui Qingchi saw him smile, the corners of his eyes also bent: "Have you ever drank it?" What he actually wanted to ask was, have you seen it
"It proves that you can't stop laughing." Fu Cuo said.
"...I think about when we were on the Ferris wheel." Sui Qingchi said.
Fu Cuo fell silent, and the cheerful title music of "Falling in Love with Friday" sounded on the TV.
Sui Qingchi looked at him seriously: "Did I disappoint?" Was it too fast, thinking to himself
"No." Fu Cuo said, hooking the corners of his mouth, "Let's go to the Ferris wheel another day," he said, "This time we will ride the largest one in the country."
"Let's go to the Eye of City D," Sui Qingchi said, "I don't care about the size so much anymore."
After eating the noodles, the two sat on the sofa like this. After watching that issue of "Falling in Love with Friday", the game session was quite funny. Sui Qingchi also participated in this variety show, and he was forced to wear a yellow suit after his debut. Although the doll clothes didn't fit his aesthetics or the purpose of his appearance on the show, he thought he was here to play songs, but he was determined to win, so he won the spot on the spot wearing this doll clothes with limited mobility. game Master. Before the game started, the host said that the person who won the game could take a photo with all the members of LOTUS, but after the game ended, the objects of the photo were only the life-sized cardboard of LOTUS. When the cardboard was carried out, the audience roared with laughter, only Sui Qingchi couldn't believe it, and his reaction made the fans below laugh even louder, because when the host shouted "Friendship Cosmic Team", Sui Qingchi couldn't believe it. Chi was really a little nervous. When Ji Shi's cardboard appeared, he was instantly dumbfounded. It is said that that scene also attracted a lot of fans for him. Sui Qingchi was so young at that time, he didn't even know these routines.
Fu Cuo still remembers that he was sweating and panting, but he was put on a look. After that, Sui Qingchi never mentioned that his idol is LOTUS in any public occasions.
Sui Qingchi leaned on the sofa, occasionally seeing funny places, he would smile uncontrollably, Fu Cuo watched him gradually relax, and the familiar feeling came back little by little.
Later, he was woken up by Sui Qingchi, as if he had fallen asleep while watching, but Sui Qingchi never called him.
"If you're sleepy, go to bed." Sui Qingchi got up and picked up the white coat beside him, "I'm going back..."
"Don't go back." Fu Cuo interrupted him and sat up.
Sui Qing paused as she put on her coat, then turned her head to look at him in disbelief.
Fu Cuo looked up and looked outside the balcony: "It seems to be raining later, have you brought an umbrella?"
Sui Qingchi lowered his head and walked back to the sofa, sat down, looked at him, and said slowly, "I didn't."
"I just have an umbrella, and I don't really want to lend it to you," Fu Cuo looked at the place where the umbrella was placed in the entrance, and said, "So you stay here."
"Did I stay just to get out of the rain?"
"Don't you want a song?" Fu Cuo cheered up, raised his head and smiled at him, "Now you can take it."
Staying Sui Qingchi overnight is not because he wants to do something with him, but every minute is too precious, he doesn't have time to wait for them to get used to each other slowly, and wait for the ice and snow to melt, that would be too wasteful, for the good years, and Every good night.