The car was still stuck in the road, Fu Cuo looked at the traffic ahead, the taillights were on and off, and Sui Qingchi was undoubtedly the most anxious driver among all the drivers. The index finger was rubbing unconsciously, the calluses on the fingers were going to get thicker and thicker, Fu Cuo thought.
The driver of the car in front was probably a novice, and kept letting the car next to him cut in. Sui Qingchi honked the horn twice impatiently.
Fu Cuo glanced at him. If there were cigarettes in the car now, he would be very willing to give Sui Qingchi one.
Finally, the car in front finally moved, but suddenly a taxi squeezed up next to them, the front of the taxi was already stuck in front of them, Sui Qingchi was already in a rage, and didn't intend to dodge at all, the front of the black Volvo directly rushed up.
Fu Cuo said in a deep voice: "Let it be plugged in." He was really afraid that Sui Qingchi would make another hot search headline.
"..."
"You're a star," Fu Cuo said, "He's just a taxi driver who lives from nine to five."
Sui Qingchi stared at the windshield and remained silent. The traffic moved forward and then again. Sui Qingchi didn't move. Fu Cuo was relieved to see that the yellow taxi successfully took the front position .
It didn't take long for her to feel at ease, when the phone rang again, Sui Qingchi bit her lower lip irritably, and was about to put her hand into her coat pocket, but Fu Cuo took a step ahead. He felt Fu Cuo's hand inserted into his right pocket, quickly pressed Fu Cuo's hand, and stared at him sideways as a warning.
Fu Cuo was completely indifferent to his appearance as a paper tiger, staring at him and said, "I'll help you get blocked."
The wrinkles between Sui Qingchi's brows deepened, the traffic moved a lot forward, the vehicles next to them got stuck one after another, and the cars behind were also honking, as if they were stranded in the river like this.
"No need..." Sui Qingchi's throat tugged, "Let go, I'll think about how to tell you..."
Fu Cuo let go of his hand.
They returned to the apartment an hour later. Fu Cuo didn't ask Sui Qingchi in the car. Sui Qingchi spent an entire hour trying to explain this matter. This hour was enough for Fu Cuo to imagine all the worst scenarios. Over and over again, he calmed down instead.
The two of them didn't speak during the journey. While waiting for the elevator, Sui Qingchi looked at the advertising screen outside the elevator in a daze. When Fu Cuo saw two young girls walking over, talking and laughing, he turned his head and said to Sui Qingchi: "We Let's take the stairs."
Sui Qingchi glanced at the two girls who were walking through the gate, and nodded helplessly.
When he turned around and followed Fu Cuo to the stairs, the two girls glanced at him curiously. He just felt tired and lowered his head as much as possible, feeling a shadow coming to his side, blocking the girls' sight.
Fu Cuo walked to Sui Qingchi's side, and the two walked slowly up the dark corridor.
Sui Qingchi glanced at Fu Cuo beside him, and in an instant, he thought of the backstage aisle of the Livehouse, which was crowded with fans of Xifeng fans, and the guitarist who protected him behind him. At that time, there seemed to be only two things behind Fu Cuo, the guitar bag on his left shoulder, and him leaning on his right shoulder.
In the stairwell, both of them were walking in silence without saying a word. Fu Cuo remembered that after being with Sui Qingchi, he seemed to have never boarded the elevator smoothly. A nine-story building is not considered high. He used to take the stairs because he couldn't wait for the elevator. He took three steps and made two steps. It took less than five minutes to get there, and he didn't pant when he opened the door. Now it is not so easy, and occasionally feel dizzy.
Originally, the two were walking side by side, but when they looked up again, Sui Qingchi had already walked to the front. Fu Cuo looked up at his back and stopped. They are only two years apart, but they feel so far away.
Sui Qingchi turned around: "What's wrong?"
"Can we walk slowly," Fu Cuo pretended to be joking, "I miss the days when I climbed the stairs with you, and we can't walk so slowly in other places."
Sui Qingchi turned his head to look at the stairwell behind him, and said with a smile, "Okay, just sit down and chat."
The solemnity that permeated between the two seemed to dissipate as soon as the blow was blown. After that, they all walked very slowly. Sui Qingchi's cell phone was turned off, and no one came to bother them. This apartment building has been around for some years. Although the location is good, the property management is so-so. There is no debris in the corridor, but there is still a faint smell of dust and trash cans. No one knows that a superstar is walking here. Let it shine everywhere you go.
Fu Cuo thought of that bus again. Until now, when he recalled that car, he felt that it was luminous.
When he got home, Sui Qingchi went to the sofa and sat down, took off his glasses and slowly folded them up and put them on the coffee table. Fu Cuo glanced at his tired back, and walked around to the kitchen. He boiled a pot of water and gave Sui Qingchi the last time to prepare.
When she came over with a water glass, Sui Qingchi, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke:
"I was trying to figure things out on my own..."
Fu Cuo looked at him, thinking that what you said is like a FLAG, you know? Up to now, you don’t have self-knowledge, you don’t have the ability to handle things well, you can’t even be a star.
"Tell me," Fu Cuo sat down, "What trouble did you get into?"
Sui Qingchi sighed for a long time, put his arms forward on his knees, covered his chin with his hands, and stared at the black-rimmed glasses on the coffee table: "I don't even know what I'm doing..."
"Is it Meng Jing?" Fu Cuo asked.
Sui Qingchi's Adam's apple rolled quickly, and she suddenly turned her head to look at him.
It seems that the guess is correct, the call is indeed from Meng Jing, I heard that the past two years seems to be studying MBA in the United States, of course Fu Cuo knows who Meng Jing is, she is the sister of the boss of Huanyi, the richest man in China, Meng Huanfeng Sui Qingchi's daughter is also a major shareholder of Huanyi. When Sui Qingchi became popular, it was widely rumored that he had an affair with Huanyi's high-level executives, but at that time Fu Cuo no longer cared about his affairs. He never thought that this matter was true. is still fake.
"So those gossips are not groundless," Fu Cuo said calmly, "Have you really dated her?"
"It's not a relationship, I never loved her." Sui Qingchi looked at him firmly, "I never loved anyone." Except you.
Fu Cuo was also at a loss for a moment, such an absurd thing seemed reasonable to Sui Qingchi, he admitted the fact and tried to clear it up, but he didn't know what he was thinking. In the past two years, Sui Qingchi has also been photographed several times by paparazzi going in and out of female artists. Although they were all just patted and said nothing, he finally understood why he had to act like a bohemian.
"So you haven't broken up with her yet?" Fu Cuo asked.
Sui Qingchi bit her lower lip irritably, and said fiercely: "I made it clear to her before she went to study for MBA, I made it so clear, you don't know—that woman... is simply unreasonable!"
Don't you too? Fu Cuo said helplessly in his heart, "Have you thought about what to do?"
"Think it over." Sui Qingchi said without thinking.
Fu Cuo didn't feel that he had thought it through at all, except that Sui Qingchi couldn't think of any solution to the problem except to die together. He leaned over to look at him and said, "Sui Qingchi, I only have one request, no matter what you do or say, calm down."
Sui Qingchi lowered her head and choked out a "hmm" in her throat.
I don't know how much he listened to, but it's meaningless to say more, Fu Cuo stood up: "I'll go downstairs and bring dinner up."
As soon as he turned around, Sui Qingchi grabbed his hand.
Fu Cuo turned his head, Sui Qingchi looked up at him and said, "... I'm sorry."
He followed Sui Qingchi's palm to his wrist, and he could still feel the faint scar under the wrist, which was now covered by a lightning tattoo, and he put his index finger on it as if checking its condition Lightly stroked, it is neither good nor bad, it is still the same. In the end, he could only smile: "Sui Qingchi, every time you say these three words to me, I feel very happy."
Sui Qingchi froze for a moment, then smiled, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, with a little shame and self-mockery, he put down his hands and said, "I'll wait for you."
After Fu Cuo left, Sui Qingchi went to the balcony and turned on the phone. Several missed calls were still there. They all came from the same transoceanic phone. After they couldn't get through, Meng Jing sent him a text message:
—I'm going back home tomorrow.
Sui Qingchi glanced at the text message coldly, someone walked out of the balcony to smoke in the building opposite, Sui Qingchi turned around and leaned against the balcony, and called Meng Jing back, the call was connected after a while, After the silence came a female voice: "...what?"
"Send me the flight number." Sui Qingchi said.
"...what are you doing?"
"I'll pick you up."
The female voice on the other end of the phone was silent, as if she couldn't believe it, and when she spoke again, her voice was a little sad: "...how can I send you WeChat?"
"Send a text message."
"Sui Qingchi..."
"Just send it."
Sui Qingchi didn't listen to what she said, directly hung up the phone and turned off the phone.
The next day, Sui Qingchi went to the airport to pick up Meng Jing. He didn't really enter the terminal, but just waited in the car. Even Meng Jing came out with the suitcase and saw him first, and knocked on the window glass Sui Qing Chi Cai turned around as if awake, and saw her. Wearing huge sunglasses, Meng Jing pointed to the trunk of the car at him. Sui Qingchi glanced at the LV trolley case at her feet with an uneasy expression, raised her hand to take out the sunglasses behind the central rearview mirror and put them on, then pulled the hood of the hoodie over her forehead, and Meng Jing faced the car door Waiting for Sui Qingchi to get out of the car, he went around and helped her put the trolley case in the back of the car. He didn't lift his head from head to toe.
Before getting into the car, Meng Jing glanced behind her and said, "You are so tall, they still recognize you."
Sui Qingchi also heard the sound of taking pictures, and without saying anything, walked around the front of the car and got into the car.
Meng Jing looked calm on the surface, and after the car started, she suddenly handed Sui Qingchi a mobile phone. On the mobile phone, someone sent her a photo, and at a glance, she knew it was Sui Qingchi herself, and the occasion was at a certain nightclub. Sitting next to her was a third-tier female artist, and the picture was ambiguous.
Sui Qingchi glanced at it, and just drove: "What do you want?"
"I don't want to do anything, I know you are just playing around. I don't mind these scandals and others, but I hope there will be no next time." Meng Jing said, "Your career has not come easily, and you will It should be cherished."
She was about to put the phone back, but Sui Qingchi pulled it over directly, pressed several pictures on the steering wheel, and sneered: "Threat me?"
Meng Jing looked at him with a weak voice: "You know I can't mean that..."
"This is threatening me." Sui Qingchi coldly threw the phone back on Meng Jing's lap.
"Sui Qingchi, why do you always look at the people around you like this? Everyone is targeting you, everyone wants to persecute you?!"
Sui Qingchi's fingers clenched tightly on the steering wheel, the words "everyone is targeting, everyone is going to persecute" aroused the nerves that he had already endured to the extreme, he didn't know how much effort he had to Forced himself to calm down, before Meng Jing continued to speak:
"Is this interesting? Don't you know why I took these pictures?"
Meng Jing fell silent.
The car drove smoothly on the spacious airport avenue for a while, Sui Qingchi said, "Can't we break up gracefully?"
Meng Jing didn't answer this question, she picked up the topic as if she didn't hear this sentence: "I heard that your new album was suppressed by Tang Du, you have been aggrieved in front of him these years, right?" She said as if nothing happened, "Actually, when you were shortlisted for the Golden Melody Award for Best Album, that award should have been yours..."
Sui Qingchi's face suddenly darkened: "No wonder I can't get the award no matter how hard I try..." He lowered his voice, "What did you do?"
"What did we do?" Meng Jing had a ridiculous expression on her face, "Don't treat the company so dirty! We just didn't do anything!"
Sui Qingchi stopped the car suddenly, and the car jerked forward. Meng Jing was taken aback by the seat belt. Parking is not allowed in this area, she said in amazement: "What are you doing?!"
Sui Qingchi turned off the engine, clapped both hands on the steering wheel, turned to look at her, and said, "Don't do anything, just speak clearly."
A traffic policeman came by on a motorcycle, Meng Jing urged him to drive, but Sui Qingchi was indifferent. When the traffic policeman arrived and saw the people in the car, he couldn't believe it. He knocked on the window, but Sui Qingchi still didn't move.
"Sui Qingchi!" Meng Jing shouted.
"I don't care whether you want it or not, today is the last time I tell you that we broke up." Sui Qingchi said, "Stop pretending to be my girlfriend."
He looked at her like he was looking at a fly that couldn't be shaken off. Meng Jing had never suffered such humiliation, and gritted her teeth: "I never agreed."
Amidst the impatient knocking of the traffic policeman on the window, Sui Qingchi said firmly: "It's none of my business whether you agree or not, I don't love you at all."
"I know you may...not love me that much, but feelings can be cultivated."
Sui Qingchi laughed twice: "What are you dreaming of? You can't cultivate my feelings."
Meng Jing looked at him with reddish eyes: "It's harder than I imagined..."
Only then did Sui Qingchi open the car window, hand in his driver's license, and sign the ticket.
The car started again, and there was a deathly silence in the compartment.
"I know why you dated me in the first place," Meng Jing said in a low voice, "but I still have a little luck. Because on your terms, even if you don't find me or anyone, you can still be popular." , you are so conceited, I don't think you are just looking at my identity, after all, you are so proud of yourself, aren't you?"
Sui Qingchi was driving the car without glancing around: "I just want to be popular as quickly as possible, and I hated your brother and your whole family at that time, so I used you."
"Why? You really hate us so much, can't you forgive me? Even though I have done so much for you?"
"I don't hate you, but I have never loved you from the beginning to the end." Sui Qingchi said calmly, "Don't waste your good years on me, I don't deserve you at all."
"Then what do you want from me? After all these years, let me just forget it like this?!"
Finally talked about this step, it's really not easy, Sui Qingchi smiled bitterly in his heart, he promised Fu Cuo that he would solve the matter, and he would definitely solve it: "What conditions do you want, as long as I can make it up, I do my best."
"No, don't think about it, I've never been willful in my life," Meng Jing glared at him bitterly, "But Sui Qingchi, don't you want to get rid of me like this!"
Sui Qingchi was silent for a long time, and finally said: "Understood."