At three o'clock in the morning, Fu Cuo came out of the bar with a guitar bag on his back. When he locked the door, he dropped the key on the ground. He came over and reached out to touch the key, when suddenly a white light came from behind him, he picked up the key and got up slowly, turned his head and squinted his eyes, and saw the white Cherokee parked by the side of the road, the white high beams were surrounded by The night mist enveloped him, and it disappeared after seeing him get up.
He walked over slowly, and when he got close to the front of the car, he saw Sui Qingchi with his hands on the steering wheel, watching him coming from behind the windshield. Although the street lights were not bright enough, he still saw a faint smile on Sui Qingchi's face. If he also smiled like this in front of the camera, there shouldn't be so many people criticizing him.
Fu Cuo opened the rear door, put the guitar bag in the back seat, sat in the passenger seat, and sniffed quietly, but there was no smell of smoke.
Sui Qingchi chuckled lightly: "Others get in the car and smell the perfume, but you smell the smoke."
Fu Cuo asked Sui Qingchi while buckling up his seat belt: "How long have you been waiting?"
Sui Qingchi started the car: "Not long ago, I was rehearsing at the company and just arrived."
The car lights illuminated the receding lines on the road, and Sui Qingchi suddenly asked, "Are you late today?"
Fu mistakenly glanced at Sui Qingchi who was driving the car. Master Sui used to be a top student, but now he has become a lot more stupid. Doesn't this mean that he has actually been waiting outside for a long time
"I met a regular customer today." Fu Cuo rubbed his head wearily, "Her husband cheated on her, and she complained to me for a long time."
Sui Qingchi shrugged and said, "Everyone loves to complain to you."
Fu Cuo looked at him, pretended to smile casually and said, "It seems that you haven't complained to me."
Sui Qingchi shut his mouth, for a moment he really wanted to say, how can I complain about my troubles, isn't it ridiculous? But he felt that it was hypocritical to say that. Now that everything is over and the rain is over, he turned his head and smiled at Fu Cuo: "I'm very sweet now."
Fu Cuo didn't ask him how Meng Jing's affairs were handled. Sui Qingchi seemed to be in a good mood, and he didn't seem to have any troubles for the time being, and he didn't want to keep mentioning those troubles when the atmosphere was good.
"Do you want to go to my place tonight?" Sui Qingchi asked when the car reached a fork in the road.
Fu Cuo shook his head: "Go back to my place, I'm sure I'm not used to sleeping in your place."
"Okay." Sui Qingchi nodded.
Fu Cuo asked: "You just said rehearsal, is it a concert?"
"En." Sui Qingchi turned in front, "Are you coming?"
Fu Cuo thought for a while, then nodded: "Come."
"As an audience or as a guitarist?"
Sui Qingchi asked abruptly, and Fu Cuo was taken aback for a moment. He never thought that the phrase "Are you coming?" had such a meaning.
It has been three years since he played on a formal stage, and standing in a stadium with tens of thousands of people together with his first West Wind lead singer, that was what he dreamed of seeing.
"I haven't been on stage for a long time, I'm afraid it won't work."
"You can." Sui Qingchi said, "Just stand behind me." He looked at the front of the bridge with certainty in his eyes, "It's the same as before."
Fu Cuo closed his eyes, unable to resist the proposal in the depths of his soul, but his reason told him that his body would not allow it, and it was impossible to persist in a heavy rehearsal, let alone last nearly three hours on the stage.
Sui Qingchi's invitation this time may be his last chance to share the stage with Sui Qingchi. He can burn the few remaining lives on the stage to his heart's content. Although AK is gone and Tan Si can't come back, but in Xifeng, he and Sui Qingchi are still there. He can leave this place after realizing half of Xifeng's dream. The world, that must be an extremely happy choice, but he also wants to walk peacefully with this person in the remaining dozens of days, one more day is fine...
"Let's do it next time. This time I'll just be a fan."
Sui Qingchi didn't force him any more, and smiled: "Okay, anyway, there are plenty of opportunities."
Fu Cuo didn't speak, but exchanged a tacit look with Sui Qingchi, that look seemed to have passed through the long years with him in the future, he didn't dare to look into Sui Qingchi's eyes for too long, for fear of pretending She didn't have the same happy expression as him, but fortunately, Sui Qingchi had already turned her head when she was about to drive.
Fu Cuo woke up later than Sui Qingchi the next day, and he almost always woke up later than Sui Qingchi after he got sick. Sui Qingchi was no longer on the bed when he got up, he walked out of the bedroom, the bathroom door just opened, a gust of hot air came out, Sui Qingchi came out wiping his hair, bare upper body only wearing a pair of underwear, saw him and smiled at him Smile, that smile with raised eyes is the same as the light from the washed earrings, especially eye-catching. Fu Cuo saw someone coming out from the opposite balcony and said, "Wait, stand there!"
Sui Qingchi was stunned for a moment, and said: "Okay." She really obediently stood still.
Fu Cuo entered the room, and Sui Qingchi didn't know what he was doing, and he didn't dare to move. After a while, Fu Cuo took out a bathrobe and handed it to him, saying, "You can only wear a pair of underwear at home. Shaking around is not suitable for me."
Sui Qingchi took the bathrobe: "Why?"
Fu Cuo said: "The people on the opposite balcony can see you naked when they come out."
Sui Qingchi leaned over and took a look in the direction of the balcony, and said, "Really?" Then he sneezed.
"Put it on quickly," Fu Cuo said helplessly, "What muscles are you showing off?"
Sui Qingchi slowly opened the bathrobe and put it on, covering her strong abdominal muscles, bowed her head and tied it casually, and said, "Don't worry, I won't catch a cold if I only wear a cover."
Fu Cuo was very speechless. He took two boxes of yogurt from the refrigerator, plugged them in and handed them to Sui Qingchi who sat down at the dining table: "Don't talk like that in the future."
Sui Qingchi took a sip of yogurt, pulled down the towel and put it on his shoulders, raised his head and asked, "Do you want to deduct points?"
His freshly washed hair was still disheveled, covered with a layer of watery luster, and his wet eyelashes and eyebrows looked black and shiny, making Sui Qingchi, who is used to being flamboyant and conceited, look a little innocent. Fu Cuo sat down opposite and said, "Forget it this time, let's not make an example next time."
Sui Qingchi lowered his head, stared at Fu Cuo's bare ankle from under the dining table, leaned his foot lightly, and said, "I didn't tell such dirty jokes before, I think it's very boring and tasteless."
A jerk rolled across Fu Cuo's back, Sui Qingchi had just finished taking a shower, her ankles seemed to be burning.
"It's also really strange," Sui Qingchi looked at him and said, "I can say anything worthless in front of you."
Fu Cuo also smiled: "I'm the one you let yourself go."
Sui Qingchi also smiled, and rubbed her ankle mischievously on the slightly cold ankle bone of the other party: "So don't deduct points from me..."
At noon, Sui Qingchi said that he would take him to a place. Fu mistakenly thought that he wanted to eat somewhere, so he let him go without thinking too much, but Sui Qingchi said that he would go back and change the car first.
The car was replaced by a ostentatious red Ferrari. Fu Cuo didn't even know where the door handle was. Sui Qingchi stepped forward and pulled the door upwards from under the door. Fu Cuo sat in the cool supercar co-driver. He lifted his head and asked, "Why do you want to change cars?"
Sui Qingchi only said: "The occasion requires it." He put down the car door without further explanation.
However, the car drove farther and farther, and there was no sign of stopping. When there were lush mountains and villas hidden in the shade, he finally couldn't help asking: "Where are you going?"
Sui Qingchi looked ahead and said, "We'll be there in a while."
Fu Cuo frowned, Sui Qingchi like this made him very uneasy, and said in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"
"Don't ask."
"Sui Qingchi, every time you tell me not to ask, what's the result?"
Sui Qingchi was silent for a while, freed his right hand on the steering wheel, shook his left hand accurately, and said, "This is the last time."
When the car arrived at the gate of the villa, it was already too late to let Sui Qingchi go. This mansion is like a manor, with a large garden and shady trees. Through the forest, the chatter and laughter of the guests can be vaguely heard. Fu Cuo guessed that this is Meng Huanfeng's home, and it is most likely the birthday banquet of Mr. Meng.
Sui Qingchi parked the car at the door and the iron gate opened automatically, probably because he recognized his car in advance, but Sui Qingchi didn't get out of the car, but said to the butler behind the intercom: "I have something to do. Don't go in, you let Meng Jing come out, I have a gift for her."
The housekeeper responded immediately: "Hey? Alright, I'll tell her right now, Mr. Sui, wait a moment."
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi, Sui Qingchi took a pair of sunglasses and handed them to him, saying, "Put them on."
"Sui Qingchi, what on earth are you going to do?" Fu Cuo frowned.
Sui Qingchi also frowned, and said in a deep voice, "Please."
Sui Qingchi suddenly said these three words very seriously, Fu Cuo was powerless to refuse, so he had to open his sunglasses and put them on, but Sui Qingchi didn't say a word to him, turned around and got out of the car, pushed open the butterfly door, and closed the door Said to him through the car window: "Don't say anything."
Seeing that he finished speaking, Fu Cuo walked to the front, Meng Jing had already come out, and she was still with her best friend, Fu Cuo's heart sank, she was still smiling when she first came out, seeing Sui Qingchi, to be precise , Seeing herself in the car, her complexion turned pale, and the friend next to her was still booing that the male lead was coming.
Fu Cuo was once again speechless by Sui Qingchi's terrible behavior.
Sui Qingchi looked at Meng Jing in front of the gate, and said, "Did you see it all?"
Meng Jing didn't speak, and the friends around her seemed to sense that the atmosphere was not right, so they all fell silent.
Sui Qingchi glanced at Meng Jing, turned around and walked to the co-pilot, knocked on the glass, Fu Cuo had to lower the window, Sui Qingchi smiled at him, looked at the back row, and said: "The birthday gift is at the back, give it to me." I."
Fu Cuo stared at his deliberately smiling face, a little hesitant, really afraid that Sui Qingchi would send some maddening birthday gift to give the richest man a heart attack.
Sui Qingchi seemed to see what he was thinking, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, it's a serious gift."
Fu Cuo didn't know if it was true or not, so he had to turn around and bring out a bag of presents from the back, Sui Qingchi took it along his hand, walked up to Meng Jing with the things, and said, "Say happy birthday to the old man for me. "
Meng Jing still didn't move, she didn't intend to accept the gift at all.
Sui Qingchi bent down and put the gift at her feet.
Meng Jing stared at the back of Sui Qingchi who turned and left, her voice trembling with anger: "Sui Qingchi, you come back now, I can pretend nothing happened."
Sui Qingchi opened the door and got into the car, saying, "Then you'd better face the reality."
Ferrari launched a wave of heat, roaring and roaring away.
Fu Cuo understood a little bit why Sui Qingchi wanted to change this car.
On the return trip, the depressing atmosphere made Fu Cuo feel dizzy again. He opened the window and the wind blew in, which made him sober up a lot.
"Do you have to do this?" he asked.
Sui Qingchi said that you don't understand.
"She's your boss' sister." That's enough for me to understand!
Sui Qingchi frowned, and the hand holding the steering wheel tightened coldly: "No one is my boss."
"... Then why did you provoke her in the first place?"
Sui Qingchi was silent for a long time: "I use her, I use her brother, I use Meng Huanfeng, they use me as a tool, and I have no feelings for them, I never feel sorry, because they are also using me."
Fu Cuo didn't know what to say: "Meng An and Meng Huanfeng may be using you, but Meng Jing, maybe she really likes you..."
Sui Qingchi snorted softly: "That's nothing to like, she thinks she can control me, and she just moved herself."
Looking at Sui Qingchi like this, Fu Cuo felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and realized that he might be able to turn Sui Qingchi back, or be his scabbard, but he never thought he could change Sui Qingchi from the bottom of his heart.
"Do you know what an absurd thing you've done?" he said.
"... I know." Sui Qingchi said in a deep voice.
"Aren't you going to at least apologize?"
Sui Qingchi pondered for a while: "I'm sorry, I..."
"Not to me." Fu Cuo frowned and interrupted him.
Sui Qingchi's throat was hesitant to speak, and he frowned deeply as he looked ahead.
"I know you are in Secondary School and you always screw things up, so you don't need to say sorry to me." Fu Cuo said. When the hell are you going to learn not to do things that you regret afterwards? Your life is such a precious piece of white paper, but you scribble on it without even thinking about it, or even scrape it with a knife or tear it up with your hands. Go to the original clean appearance.
"You don't understand," Sui Qingchi said, "What they want is not my apology, what they want is to make me feel the same way. That's called evening."
The car entered the gas station, and when the engine was turned off, Sui Qingchi said softly: "It's over. You don't have to feel guilty for anyone, because I will definitely bear the consequences."
That's right, Fu thought wrongly, Sui Qingchi was so calm about the matter of swearing not to say sorry to the death, because he was ready to pay any painful price at any time.
He knew that the fuse of this matter was probably that one-year-long snow storage, but just like the scar on Sui Qingchi's hand, it was something he would never say easily.
The hidden danger that Sui Qingchi planted is like the sword of Damocles, he doesn't know when it will fall, but Sui Qingchi is still preparing for his performance rehearsal these days, he is like a person who has nothing to do. This day, Fu took time to go to the hospital for a follow-up visit to get medicine. It was morning when he went out, and it was already afternoon when he came back. He ate a bowl of noodles on the side of the road, went to the pharmacy again, bought a bottle of vitamin B, and walked away with his things. When I went downstairs to the apartment, I was suddenly stopped by a strange female voice:
"Fu wrong?"
He turned around and saw a white BMW parked on the side of the road. A woman with short hair closed the car door and walked towards him. It wasn't until she got closer that he suddenly recognized this face that he had only seen on Weibo.
Liu Mei
"Can I talk to you?" Liu Mei said, "About Sui Qingchi."