After the concert ended, Fu Cuo went to the backstage alone, because it took some time for the 80,000 people to leave. At this time, the backstage staff and musicians all left. The corridor was deserted, with rows of flower baskets stacked against the wall. Most of them were sent by fans, and some were sent by music producers An Jie and Wu Tianhe had worked with. Fu Cuo scanned them hastily, but did not see the flower baskets from the company.
There was a cleaning staff cleaning the corridor, and those flower baskets would eventually be removed. The grand performance at the Xinghe Stadium half an hour ago seemed to have turned into a lonely after-show in the blink of an eye.
The door of the rest room was half open. Fu Cuo pushed the door open and saw Sui Qingchi packing up things silently by himself. Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, Sui Qingchi turned around and saw him. He curled his mouth and continued to clean up. In the room were the guitars he had used for many years, the costumes specially customized for concerts, and the sofa-filled gifts from the fan support club... until Sui Qingchi stood in the middle of the room with his waist in his arms, looking around , said: "Send so much, do you think I'm the Hulk?"
Fu Cuo stepped forward: "Let me get it for you." He took the guitar bag, picked up a huge doll on the sofa, and suddenly stared at the doll and smiled, "Is this you?"
The big-headed doll mentioned Sui Qingchi's side, but was brushed away by Sui Qingchi: "Girls like to do these weird things, I don't see anything like me." He bent his head and took another look, "The nose is all No, the nose is my trademark."
Although Sui Qingchi's nose bridge is really beautiful and has been regarded as a model for plastic surgery, but how can there be a doll to make a nose? Fu Cuo was speechless.
"But it's as fierce as you." Fu Cuo looked at the exaggerated frowning of the big-headed doll, who was wearing the same black hooded sweater and a guitar of the same style. It's fierce, but after watching it for a long time, I think it's cute. But it's more like the heavenly king who was milky and fierce at the age of fifteen.
Sui Qingchi bent down and picked up a pocket on the sofa, and a souvenir book fell out with a "snap". Fu Cuo held the doll in one hand, squatted down to pick it up, and opened it to look. Sui Qingchi took other things from the sofa, turned around and asked, "What is it?"
"Look at it." Fu Cuo handed the souvenir book to his eyes.
Sui Qingchi leaned over and looked down. On the commemorative book was a group photo of countless fans from all over the world, and also wrote what he wanted to say to him. He looked at it blankly: "I don't even know any of the fans in my fan club..." one page When the page was turned to the end, the names of fans were densely printed on the last double page, Sui Qingchi frowned, "How can I remember so many?"
Fu Cuo looked at his drooping side face: "I don't want you to remember, I just told you that there is such a person in the world who supported you."
Sui Qingchi scanned the names and nodded, with a trace of emotion in her voice: "You still know better than me."
Fu Cuo became more and more uneasy, and couldn't help asking: "Sui Qingchi, do you have something to hide from me?"
Sui Qingchi took the thick commemorative book, closed it, stuffed it back into his pocket, and said, "My heart is in your hands, what else can I hide?" After finishing speaking, he took out the black mask and put it on Before he kissed Fu Cuo on the mouth, Fu Cuo was caught off guard by the kiss. He subconsciously opened his eyes and stared at the door. The door was still half open. He happened to see the back of the cleaning staff pushing the mop. Sui Qingchi also He turned his head and glanced out the door, with a smug expression on his face, and when he turned his head, he whispered: "It's so exciting, Brother Fu Cuo~" Then he smiled and lifted the mask and hung it on his ears.
Fu Cuo walked out the door after Sui Qingchi, and his chest was still pounding when he passed by the staff who was concentrating on cleaning. The flower basket had already been removed, Sui Qingchi stopped, turned around and said, "I forgot about Wang Xiaoou, wait a moment... tsk, she actually asked me to wait for her..." She shook her head helplessly.
While waiting for someone, Fu Cuo asked casually: "That red microphone has been with you for a long time, why did you stay on the stage?"
Sui Qingchi turned to look at him, the mask covered the lower half of his face, only his eyes were exposed, those eyes seemed calm, but Fu Cuo felt that there were too many things in them. At this time, Wang Xiaoou ran over from the other end of the aisle, and hurried forward to take the things in Sui Qingchi's hand: "I'm sorry, I just had diarrhea and went to the bathroom!"
Sui Qingchi said through the mask: "How many times have I told you that you won't die from starvation if you eat less."
Wang Xiaoou smiled embarrassedly: "But you will be hungry." He glanced at Fu Cuo again, as if very happy, "Brother Fu Cuo, let me take the guitar bag."
Sui Qingchi said, "The guitar is on his back." Then he turned around and lifted the big-headed doll from under Fu Cuo's arm, "I'll do it."
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi, who was walking and talking to Wang Xiaoou, the half-human tall doll was held under his right arm very ungently, with its big head and face hanging down, looking very depressed by the deity. Sui Qingchi walked into the elevator, put the plush doll on the elevator handrail, even took off the mask and asked Wang Xiaoou: "Am I handsome today?"
Wang Xiaoou was very supportive: "It's so handsome! Really!"
Sui Qingchi leaned against the elevator wall, played with the mask with her fingers, smiled at Fu wrongly, and said, "I'm so happy to have someone who flatters you all day long. Although I know her idol is not me."
Wang Xiaoou immediately stood up straight and expressed his loyalty: "Wherever you are, you are also my idol!"
Sui Qingchi said: "If one day you can't hear Tang Du singing anymore, you will cry."
Wang Xiaoou knew that Sui Qingchi didn't like Tang Du very much, and he didn't know what Sui Qingchi's intention was when he asked this question, so he said sloppily, "No way, because you can sing, sir!"
Sui Qingchi smiled: "You belong to a dog, right?" The elevator dinged and arrived at the garage. Sui Qingchi lowered his head and put on the mask again, and picked up the big-headed doll on the armrest.
Fu Cuo watched Sui Qingchi walk out behind Wang Xiaoou, who was a head and a half shorter than him, without saying a word. There was a trace of loneliness in that back. Sui Qingchi sensed his gaze, and when he looked over, his eyes were still open when he was walking. Keeping in his direction, the light illuminated the shiny Batman logo on his black mask, and then his eyes were bent, and there was a faint, calm smile inside.
Fans are discussing Sui Qingchi's last move in the first tour on Weibo, and the follow-up concert has not been announced for a long time. An atmosphere of uneasiness is quietly spreading. A time bomb, Fu Cuo didn't know when it would explode, but Sui Qingchi still ran to announce it step by step, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual.
This day, Sui Qingchi was going to record a talk show on the TV station. Fu Cuo received a call from Sui Qingchi in the afternoon, saying that the housekeeper had asked for leave, and asked him to go and see the dog who was alone in the vacant room. When Fu Cuo arrived, the dog food in the automatic feeding machine was almost gone. After changing the food and water, he squatted down and rubbed the big dog's head, and said, "I've occupied your master during this time, I'm sorry, you accompany me." His time will be much longer than mine, don't be unhappy."
Gouzi had eaten dog food, saw that he was about to leave, and squatted at the door very reluctantly, with his front paws stretched forward, Fu Cuo turned his head and saw those eyes staring at him desperately, after all, he still couldn't bear it , went back into the house again, turned on all the lights on the first floor, turned on the TV, played a DVD of Sui Qingchi's concert, clicked on loop, the dog heard the owner's voice, and sat up happily .
"Then I'm leaving." Fu Cuo said. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the big dog running up to the second floor. He didn't know what it was doing. He stood at the bottom of the stairs and wanted to call the dog's name, but he didn't call it very much. He had to say it, but it didn't take long for the dog to run down with Sui Qingchi's clothes in his mouth. Fu Cuo saw the big dog pile up the shirt at the entrance with his two front paws. above, and then looked towards the direction of the door and lay down on the ground, the appearance made people laugh and cry.
When Sui Qingchi asked him to feed the dog, he told him to remember to close all the doors in the villa, especially the bedroom: "In case the dog steals my clothes and makes a nest for himself."
Fu Cuo remembered it at that time and said, "I don't know its name yet."
"Just call it a dog."
"..." He was speechless, "Can't you give someone a good name?"
"It doesn't understand," Sui Qingchi said, "I heard people say that the lower the name, the easier it is to support."
Fu Cuo thought of the Abyss King at that moment.
He walked over resignedly and tried to pick up Sui Qingchi's shirt. The dog's paws immediately patted on it, and the silk shirt was pulled out of the hole. Fu Cuo lifted the shirt up and looked at the innocent big dog , sighed, okay, now I can only be a kennel.
At this moment, the phone rang suddenly, and it was Sui Qingchi calling.
"Fu Cuo, have you arrived at the villa?"
Fu Cuo said "hmm", and asked with some embarrassment: "Is your dark blue silk shirt expensive?"
"The dog stole my clothes again?"
"No," Fu Cuo said, "I accidentally scratched it when I picked it up."
"I heard that right, are you helping the dog?" Sui Qingchi laughed on the other end of the phone, "You are too gentle, aren't you afraid that I will be jealous? I am really jealous It's crazy...”
Although it was a joke, Fu Cuo still heard a flash of self-mockery. The former Sui Qingchi would not speak like this, let alone himself.
Sui Qingchi said again: "If the dog breaks something, I will put it in confinement. If you want to take the blame for it, wait for me to come back and put you in confinement." He added, "Come with me."
Fu Cuo laughed: "Is it such a big game?"
Sui Qingchi also laughed for a while, but the conversation seemed to be interrupted by his smile. Fu Cuo asked, "Did you call here?"
"It's something," Sui Qingchi said, "Can you bring me something here?"
"what?"
"Here on the show... Uh, I want the guests to prepare a gift for the fans. I forgot to bring it. Can you bring it here for me? It's in my bedroom. It's a pendant I've worn before." Sui Qingchi said.
Fu Cuo went to the master bedroom on the second floor and asked Sui Qingchi, "Is it the one from Ke Luoxin? Where did you put it?"
"Bedside table." Sui Qingchi said in a deep voice.
Fu walked over by mistake. There was a very small pocket drawer under the bedside table. He pulled it and found that it was locked.
"I'll give you the key," Sui Qingchi said with excellent hearing as if he was listening to the movement here, "Put the smallest one on the keychain."
Fu Cuo found the key and inserted it, the lock was released with a "click", he opened the drawer, and was caught off guard.
There was nothing inside, let alone a pendant, only a ring, not even a box, just lying naked in an empty white pocket drawer.
It took a long time to hear Sui Qingchi's breathing, and asked him: "... Did you see it?"
He took out the ring, which was a very plain platinum ring, with only a string of letters engraved on the inside of the ring. He squinted his eyes and recognized that it was "Vocal SQC Guitar FC of WW" engraved in curlicue.
He stared at the light for a long time, the letters refracted the thin rays of light, which made people's hearts surge. After a long time, he asked in a low voice: "Who designed it for you?"
Sui Qingchi's voice smiled lightly over there, but Fu Cuo had the illusion that there was a hint of shyness in it: "I want to surprise you." He paused again, "... Isn't it a shock?"
So I designed it myself, so I don't dare to say it. Fu Cuo looked at the ring, and it was only a thought before he put it on his finger. However, a drop of red suddenly appeared on the ring, followed by the second and third drops.
The nosebleed suddenly flowed down, and when he almost dripped on the bed, he quickly got up and took a step back. The blood dripped on the carpet. Fu Cuo hurriedly covered his nose, but the blood still dripped down from between his fingers. The doctor prescribed blood clotting medicine for him, but he was not on him right now, so he could only use his cuff to block the nosebleed. The blood soon stained the cuff, and he knelt down to wipe off the blood on the carpet. I can't drop it, but I don't know where the ring fell.
Where's the ring
What am I doing? !
"... Fu wrong?"
Sui Qingchi called him on the other side of the phone, Fu Cuo Wuxia responded, the phone dropped on the bedside table in a panic, and he was pressing his nosebleed with one arm, eagerly looking for the ring on the ground.
Sui Qingchi's voice came from the phone:
"Fu wrong?"
"...are you still listening?"
"...I'm sorry, maybe I'm too impatient, I should give it to you after a while."
"... I just... sometimes get hot on my head, you know."
"... It's okay, you don't have to answer me anything."
Finally found the ring under the bed, Fu Cuo immediately got up and grabbed the phone, stuck it to his ear only to hear the phrase "it's okay", he wanted to let go of his hand and talk, wanting to say that's not the case, as soon as he moved his hand away, nosebleeds fell into the ring. into the opened drawer, before he could speak, Sui Qingchi had already said: "It's okay, I can wait."
Sui Qingchi on the other side of the phone was so disheartened, and he was so embarrassed, his cuffs were covered with shocking blood, and his nosebleeds were still soaking through his sleeves, and he only waited until Sui Qingchi left a sentence, "I'm entering the show." It's time for the hall" and hung up the phone.
Fu Cuo walked into the bathroom exhausted, his nosebleeds stained the sink red, and finally stopped bleeding after a while. After taking the medicine, he hadn't bled for a long time, maybe he was too excited, too flustered, like weeping red tears all over the floor.
He washed his face, washed his hands, rinsed off the red color on the ring with water, and then put the ring on his finger. The water flowed into the palm of his hand along the crevice of his finger. After it dries up, he realizes that his hands are so close and such a happy moment However, the person in the mirror is only embarrassed, with water on his face and hot tears in his eyes.
He lowered his head and clasped his hands tightly by the sink.
If only then, don't be so stubborn.
Don't miss it for so many years.