Entering December, the weather has been cloudy for several days, and finally the sun came out again this day, and it was sunny outside the window early in the morning. Sui Qingchi was sitting on the window sill, writing another song, the dog jumped on it, Sui Qingchi put down the notebook, glanced at it, pointed to the floor, and motioned for it to go down.
The dog didn't move, but wagged its tail pitifully.
The sun was warming outside the window, Fu Cuo wiped his freshly shaved chin, walked out of the bathroom, and couldn't help saying, "Let it stay on it."
Sui Qingchi stared at the dog, and said forcefully: "I can't stay."
Fu Cuo took the towel in his hand and said, "Why don't you come down and let it lie there, it wants to bask in the sun."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak, he and the dog looked at each other for a long time, finally retracted his legs, bowed his head and continued to write the lyrics, let it go.
Satisfied, Gouzi lay down on the place Sui Qingchi gave up, and after lying down for a while, he turned over and exposed his belly.
Fu Cuo looked in the direction of the window sill, and Sui Qingchi acquiesced that the big dog and herself squeezed together on the same window sill, and the picture was as harmonious as the animal world.
Although Sui Qingchi wasn't a good master, the dog undoubtedly didn't think so. Fu Cuo moved here for a month, watching the big white dog follow Sui Qingchi in and out almost every day, where there are dogs there must be people, and where there are people there must be dogs. Sometimes when he was doing post-processing in the workshop, when he turned his head and saw a white hair dangling past the door, he knew that Sui Qingchi was outside, as long as he shouted "Sui Qingchi, come here", Sui Tianwang would come in immediately, followed by His faithful dog follower.
Even Sui Qingchi had to follow Sui Qingchi to the toilet, and then he would hear Sui Qingchi yelling at him in the bathroom: "Does it look good?!" Then the dog would be thrown out. Sui Qingchi came out of the bathroom after urinating, and when he saw the dog squatting outside the door, his face would still be very angry.
When the two of them stayed together in the studio, the dog naturally followed, sleeping at Sui Qingchi's feet with nostalgia. When Sui Qingchi got up, he often accidentally stepped on its tail. He would not say sorry, and would stare at others. Fu wrong Unable to see it, he took off the earphones, bent down and rubbed the dog's head, Sui Qingchi said with the posture of a villain complaining first: "I'm most annoyed that it follows me all day, doesn't it have any pursuit of its own?"
"It's a dog, not a cat." Fu Cuo scratched the dog's chin and said, "Dogs are like this. You have to think about it before adopting it."
"I adopted it just because I wanted it to have a place to sleep at night, and I didn't let it treat me like a god."
"But you are its god." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi didn't speak, just looked at Fu Cuo who was teasing the dog.
Fu Cuo looked up at him, Sui Qingchi seemed to come back to his senses, handed him the music paper in his hand, and said, "I've finished writing the words."
These days Sui Qingchi has filled in the lyrics for all the songs in his hard drive one by one, except for one, which is the longest and oldest song in his hard drive, and that song is in the house of the fire watcher. I was so drunk that I didn't know when I wrote it.
Fu Cuo took it over, the title of the song is "Forsaken", the lyrics are all in English, it is unbelievable that he knows almost every sentence, Sui Qingchi's handwriting is like the traces of the wind blowing through the wheat field, he immediately thought of the snow in the north , the frozen river, the Himalayan sky, the bonfire in the forest...
So you fot to take them along my friend
you forgot to take them my friend
Those seasons in the sun
those seasons in the sun
The lo wave
the longest sea of flowers
Under a sky full of stars we met
Under a sky full of stars we meet
Watg fake pstic trees
Let's enjoy together on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
On boulevard of broken dreams
big trees made of plastic
November Rain in Nien Wood
November rain in a Norwegian forest
House of cards Fields of gold
house of cards gold field of wheat
Now our best days were dust in the wind
Now our best times are dust in the wind
I'm dying in the sun my friend
i'm dying in the sun
Without you I'm sitting here in silence
I'm in a grave without you
Brothers in arms
brother in my arms
I wish you were here my friend
wish you were here
When I'm 64 I could still smell
Then when I'm 64 I'll still have
Like teen spirit
a young heart
Like teen spirit
a young heart
You said I'll be there for you for always
You said you would always be by my side
Somewhere only we know
somewhere only we know
Tell me don't look ba angry
Don't look back with anger
Cause we never ge never grow old
Cause we don't change and we don't grow old
I'm dying in the sun my friend
i'm dying in the sun
Without you I'm sitting here in silence
I'm in a grave without you
Brothers in arms
brother in my arms
I wish you were here my friend
wish you were here
When I'm 64 I could still smell
Then when I'm 64 I'll still have
Like teen spirit
a young heart
Like teen spirit
a young heart
Like teen spirit
a young heart
Like teen spirit
a young heart
"This song is very warm," Sui Qingchi said, "I don't know if it's in your mind, if it's not well written, you can change it yourself."
Fu Cuo looked at the lyrics, his eyes were slightly hot, and he shook his head: "There is no need to change it."
In just one week, the songs scattered on the hard drive finally had their destination. Although there are still many things to write, inspiration is something that cannot be rushed. Besides writing and recording songs, they will also work together Watch TV and drink coffee in the living room upstairs. In fact, I don’t watch much TV, but I watch more concerts. Sui Qingchi’s own, LOTUS’, Oasis and Coldpy’s. After watching the DVD of the concert, I can only watch TV. Truth or Dare, this is an outdoor adventure variety show, Fu Cuo suddenly asked: "What variety shows have you been on?"
Sui Qingchi was pouring coffee at the bar, turned around with a puzzled expression, and said, "I'm not on variety shows."
"Go to it when you debuted." Fu Cuo searched with the remote control, searched for the abbreviation of SQC, and the first one that popped up was "Artist: Sui Qingchi."
Fu Cuo felt awkward looking at these five words. The titles of rock band lead singer and entertainer are really incompatible.
Sui Qingchi had obviously never used the search function, and he was a little overwhelmed by Fu Cuo's operation, but it was too late, and all the variety shows he had appeared on had been listed, which was much more impressive than expected, with a full Page. The variety show at the top is called "Prince and Cinderella"...
Just as Fu Cuo was about to open it, Sui Qingchi strode over and took his hand holding the remote control. Fu Cuo stared at Sui Qingchi in a daze.
Sui Qingchi's face was solemn, and he frowned and said, "Can I not watch it?"
Fu Cuo looked at him: "Are you ashamed?"
Sui Qingchi was at a loss for words for a long time, and said, "There are some things I don't want you to see." As he spoke, he already held Fu Cuo's hand with both hands, trying to pull out the remote control.
But Fu Cuo didn't let go: "What's the content?" He asked, "Did you connotate me in the show?"
"No." Sui Qingchi was a little helpless, "It's just that many programs are quite stupid, black history. Please forgive me."
He took the opportunity to tug on the remote control when he said, "Please spare me."
This time, if Fu Cuo hadn't grasped it firmly, the remote control might have been out of his hands, but Sui Qingchi didn't pull it away this time, and his face was a bit ugly. Fu Cuo didn't care about his expression, and pulled the remote control over forcefully. Sui Qingchi was reluctant, but let go.
Fu Cuo raised the remote control and clicked into the first program. Sui Qingchi looked back, and then waited for Fu Cuo to press play, and suddenly a payment interface popped up.
Both of them were a little stunned, Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi, Sui Qingchi smiled, and turned to look at him, which means it's not my fault.
Sui Qingchi came over and sat down on the sofa, finally took the remote control from Fu Cuo, and said, "Let's watch a movie."
There is also a fee for on-demand movies. Fu Cuo said how can I watch this
"I didn't order a variety show." Sui Qingchi put down the remote control, patted Fu Cuo's thigh, and said, "What variety shows do rock people watch, right?"
Fu Cuo looked at him sideways, while Sui Qingchi leaned back on the sofa, concentrating on picking up the movie.
Sui Qingchi woke up the next morning, put his hands on his side in a daze, but to no avail. He opened his eyes and found that Fu Cuo was not on the bed, nor in the bedroom, and the light in the bathroom was not on. Turned over and sat up, saw the dog lying beside the bed, got out of bed and asked, "Where is the person?"
The dog stuff wags its tail happily.
Sui Qingchi shook his head, lifted the long pajamas on the chair and put them on. When the pajamas were flung away, they covered the dog's face. The dog stuff got into the hem of Sui Qingchi's pajamas. Sui Qingchi felt the wet dog's nose on his calf. Pushed against it, sighed, bent down and grabbed the dog by the collar: "You are crazy! Are there no distinction between men and women?!"
Sui Qingchi hurried downstairs in his pajamas, and when he got to the stairs, he saw the lights in the living room downstairs. Fu Cuo was sitting on the sofa watching TV. Without saying a word, without saying hello to Fu Cuo, he took his dog downstairs with a gloomy face and walked to the TV.
I don't know if it was the light from the TV screen or what, but Fu Cuo saw Sui Qingchi's face turn green visibly with the naked eye.
On the screen was Sui Qingchi, who was drawing the eyebrows of a certain female fan, with rare white hair.
Fu Cuo looked at the back of Sui Qingchi wearing a long pajamas in front of the TV. On the TV, the 21-year-old Sui Qingchi was drawing eyebrows for fans, and the girl said, "It hurts a bit."
Sui Qingchi ignored her.
The host frowned when he saw the girls were in pain, and reminded Sui Qingchi: "She said it hurt a little bit, your painting is too heavy, Sui Qingchi."
Sui Qingchi drew a few more strokes and put away his hands. When he stood up, the fans still looked up at him, their eyes seemed to be finally relieved, and they seemed to be very reluctant, but when Sui Qingchi turned around and put the pen back, there was a muffled sound. Sulkingly, he dropped a sentence: "Is it made of tofu..."
Fu mistakenly thought that Sui Qingchi might just be complaining about this sentence, but he forgot to wear a mic on his body. The voice came out clearly, and everyone in the audience heard it. The female fans looked extremely aggrieved.
The host immediately smoothed things over, and the white-haired Sui Qingchi walked to the sidelines and sat down, as if the scene in front of him had nothing to do with him.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi like this, his incompatibility was too obvious, no wonder so many people have been scolding him for putting on a bad face and playing big names.
Sui Qingchi also looked at himself on TV, and it was clear that he did not do anything serious, but he still felt that the other party was hypocritical. Not only that, the host laughed when he drew the eyebrows, saying that he drew them like boy's eyebrows, female fans When he looked in the mirror, he covered his face in pain.
The host turned around and asked Sui Qingchi: "Don't you think it looks like a boy's eyebrows?"
Sui Qingchi watched this scene on TV and closed her eyes. He wasn't very happy on the spot that day. It's fine if he didn't get compliments for giving benefits to fans, and he would get scars dug.
I heard Sui Qingchi on the screen say: "Where does it look like?"
The host turned the fans' chairs to the front of the stage, and asked all the audience to judge together: "Do you think this looks like a boy's eyebrows?"
A female artist next to her also said, "Actually, this brow shape is good-looking by a boy's standard, but it's really not good-looking by a girl's standard..."
Almost one-sided negative comments from the audience, the host turned to Sui Qingchi, meaning "Look".
Sui Qingchi still said: "I don't think so."
Obviously so unconvincing, he was just being stubborn, but when he opened his mouth coldly, the audience was miraculously silenced by him.
Where does it look like? I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. Nothing like it at all.
Unlike the boy with sword eyebrows and starry eyes in his mind.
Sui Qingchi looked back at Fu Cuo, and slowly walked to sit next to him with unspeakable bitterness, hoping that he didn't notice anything, didn't notice anything. Sui Qingchi on the TV still had a bad face, he wished he could rush in to cheer himself up.
"If you want to watch it, I'll watch it with you," Sui Qingchi said, "I'll give you a vaccination first. I've said all kinds of mentally handicapped speeches on the show, so don't be surprised if you hear anything."
Playing the guitar on a show, a guest asked who you learned the pizzicato gesture from. I said Brother Stone. During the interview, I was asked to talk about my first love. I said I had never been in a relationship. I said I learned the guitar by myself. They are not allowed to ask questions about the band, I said that CTR has been my ambition since I was a child, I said that I sang Viva Vida because the fans requested it, and I said that I am not familiar with Coldpy's songs...
Every time I finish recording the show, I regret that I said those words out of my head, and I wanted the show crew to cut them out afterwards, but I couldn’t find a reason or excuse. I was worried that you would see them, and then I realized that you might not be I will watch it, but I don't know whether to be lucky or even more sad.
Day by day, they write songs, record, walk the dog, have sex, talk about music, watch movies... They can stay in the villa for many days without going anywhere, and this place seems to have become a paradise. One morning, Fu Cuo was woken up by the dog. It was not yet full light, and his eyelids were wet. When he opened his eyes, the black nose of the big dog was in front of him. The dog squatted back pitifully Beside the bed, he was still a little sleepy, so he turned around and wanted to continue sleeping. The dog stepped forward and gently nuzzled him. Fu Cuo had no choice but to stand up, put on a piece of clothing and get out of the bed, and followed behind the dog .
Before going out, he glanced back at Sui Qingchi who was lying on the bed with his arms pressed out of the quilt, and then looked down at the dog, and said in a low voice, "Why don't you call him?"
The dog led him downstairs, only to realize that there was no dog food in the automatic feeder.
Sighing, he filled the feeder with dog food, and the dog immediately buried his head and devoured it.
He fed the dog and took medicine himself. The targeted medicines were all imported. It cost him tens of thousands of yuan after taking it for less than two months, but it was worth it. Two months is about the limit of respectability. He puts all the medicines in vitamin B bottles, and sometimes even he himself feels as if he is really taking vitamin B, like a punk who maintains his health.
As soon as he woke up, he seemed unable to fall back asleep, so he simply went upstairs to change his clothes, went to the bathroom to wash up, heard a sound outside, Sui Qingchi turned over on the bed, sat up slowly, and grabbed a fluffy hair. hair, squinting and looking out the window: "It's still early..."
Then he sat on the bed with one leg bent and his back bent like a cat, and became dazed.
"There's no dog food in the feeder," Fu Cuo said in the bathroom, "Sui Qingchi, you can't even take care of the dog. What will you do if I die?"
Sui Qingchi lifted the quilt, got up and put on his trousers, tied his neck down and tied his waist rope, and said, "Why do you suddenly say such unlucky words? How do you think you died before me?"
"I am two years older than you, so there is a high probability that I will die earlier than you."
Sui Qingchi walked into the bathroom and said, "No."
Fu Cuo felt Sui Qingchi pass behind him, patted his waist from behind, and rubbed him gently.
He watched Sui Qingchi go around him and go to the sink to brush his teeth. There was still a layer of moisture on the mirror because he had just washed his face before. Sui Qingchi bit his toothbrush and wiped it with his hand. Man's clear face.
Fu Cuo looked at the mirror, and on the mirror was the trace of Sui Qingchi's palm sliding, which came from the chic touch of the lead singer of the rock band. There was a thin trace in it that was different from other places, it was the place where the ring slipped.
He likes to see Sui Qingchi's natural and even messy look when he just woke up. What controls his hair is no longer the hairstyle he made before going on stage, but the hair twist that hasn't changed since he was sixteen. Rubbing Sui Qingchi's hair while he was lying down, they would all return to the direction they had grown over the years after being brushed aside by his hands.
The edges of Sui Qingchi's eyebrows were no longer neatly drawn out, but returned to the thickness he was familiar with. Matched with those dazzling eyes, they were a little bit fierce, but also had a kind of wild beauty.
Fu Cuo couldn't help asking: "Are you so confident that you will die before me?"
"I won't die before you either." Sui Qingchi put down the toothbrush, turned on the water again, bent over to wash his face with the water.
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's naked back, her beautiful spine was gracefully bent, supporting this body full of vitality.
"... you mean we're going to die together?" he asked.
"If you die first, I'll die with you." Sui Qingchi raised his head and glanced at him, his eyelashes and eyebrows were covered with water, like a life just born from the mother's womb, so vivid but he didn't cherish his own words.
Fu Cuo's heart sank suddenly: "Are you serious?"
Sui Qingchi stood up straight, turned on the water, took a towel from the side and wiped his face and neck: "You also said that you will die with me when I die, aren't you serious?"
Fu Cuo was speechless: "Of course it was a joke, life is so beautiful, I am reluctant to die for you."
Sui Qingchi paused while wiping her chin, then threw the towel aside after a while, and said, "Okay."
"Okay what?"
"You can't bear it, but I can." Sui Qingchi walked up to him, tilted her head and kissed him.
Fu Cuo felt that he was being kissed by a beautiful lunatic, and he really wanted to hear Sui Qingchi say "I'm kidding", but he seemed to never be able to wait for this sentence, so he pushed Sui Qingchi anxiously : "Love is not the only thing in this world, only a fool would do such a thing..."
The kiss was still persistently pressed towards him, Sui Qingchi's eyes were pressed by the wet eyelashes, like the eyes of an ignorant animal after a heavy rain.
"Sui Qingchi," Fu Cuo said with difficulty, "I won't be with you when you die. Seriously..."
"I know." Sui Qingchi leaned him against the sink, raised his chin a little, and then kissed the tip of his nose, "After I die, there will be no me in this world, it doesn't matter if you accompany me or not." , you can live well..."
Fu Cuo closed his eyes in pain, and the feeling of kissing Sui Qingchi was always so strong, like the water sound of a wild beast licking its prey. When it was intense, he could feel Sui Qingchi's tall nose pressing on his cheek, as if he was in the deep bone. Sniff him hard.
He put his arms around Sui Qingchi's body, he was so touched that he wanted to cry, and he was so desperate that he wanted to cry.