Since signing with Sui Qingchi's studio, Zhong Dao has never seen Sui Qingchi again. Just like what Luo Xue said, when he first debuted, the enthusiasm was in full swing, and the announcements came like snowflakes, but he didn't know if it was an illusion, he always felt that It was after Sui Qingchi quit the entertainment circle that the number of notices really increased. Although no one called him Xiao Sui Qingchi anymore, people still secretly wanted to find a little bit of the old Sui Qingchi in him. Let's see if he can become the next Heavenly King.
For a long time, he was too busy to think about it, and after recording "The King of Music", Luo Xue finally gave him a vacation. On the first night of the vacation, he went to the bar, but found that the resident band The lead singer has changed, and even the guitarist is not Fu's fault.
Yao Ke was sitting in front of the bar, chatting with the bartender brother, and she was usually invisible at this time. Seeing him coming to the bar, Yao Ke still seemed very happy. Zhong Dao asked Fu Cuo, Yao Ke shrugged and turned back to the bar unhappyly, took a sip of wine, and said, "He's gone."
"gone?"
"Resigned." Yao Ke's tone was sullen, "Maybe he went on a trip somewhere."
Seeing Yao Ke's angry look, Zhong Dao stopped talking to her and sent Fu Cuo a wechat message. They don’t reply to me anymore, they are like rock people, they always give up..."
Zhong Dao glanced at her: "That's not how it works."
"I know," Yao Ke curled his lips, "I did it on purpose. From now on, when I meet everyone, I'll tell him that he's always in chaos and never ends. For my bar, he's always in chaos and never ends!" After saying that, he slammed his wine glass on the bar counter.
Drunk people tend to reveal their true feelings, Zhong Dao thought, I will never touch alcohol in my life.
Yao Ke was right, there was no reply on WeChat, and Zhong Dao’s five-day vacation was coming to an end. On the night of New Year’s Eve, he was at home with his grandfather to watch the party. The announcement of "Le Wang" was expensive. The identity has been going all the way to the finals, and got the third place, but I don't know if it will disappoint those who want to find nostalgia from him. He used the notice fee to buy an elevator room, so that grandpa would not dare to go down the stairs because he was afraid of climbing stairs. The old man was not interested in the party, he just wanted to make it lively, and he muttered that the TV screen was too big and he was not used to it. Zhong Dao found that he didn't seem to be interested in the New Year's Eve party, and was just waiting for the finale of CBS's LOTUS. Grandpa watched and fell asleep on the sofa in the living room. Zhong Dao took a blanket and covered him, and went to the balcony by himself. Pushing open the balcony door, the cold wind was howling outside. Tomorrow is New Year's Day, and his vacation will be over the day after tomorrow. He couldn't help but still called Fu Cuo, but got a reminder that the other party's user could not be connected temporarily, so he hung up the phone. I'm a bit confused, so did you really go on a trip? In a season like this
Back in the living room, Grandpa was already snoring, Zhong Dao sat down on the sofa, swiped his phone boredly, just opened Weibo, and suddenly a new Weibo came out, which stunned him. It was Sui Qingchi's Weibo, and he remembered that he followed Sui Qingchi, but Sui Qingchi didn't reply to him, and Sui Qingchi didn't post any more Weibo after that, so that he forgot about it something happened.
What Sui Qingchi sent was a group photo of the two of them. Zhong Dao was shocked when he saw the photo, because the person who took the photo intimately with Sui Qingchi was none other than Fu Cuo. It’s just that this group photo should have been taken a long time ago. Both Sui Tianwang and Fu Cuo in the photo are still very young, not much older than me. Sui Qingchi may even be about the same age as me. Both of them are wearing the same white T-shirt. Sui Qingchi's hair is only a little longer than Bancun, but it is still handsome with his plain face. His right hand rests on Fu Cuo's shoulder, and he holds the phone with his left hand. Although Sui Qingchi's eyes are sharp in the photo Not diminished, but that kind of edge comes from the bright and clean youthful feeling, which is completely different from the world-weary king Sui Qingchi later, and Fu Cuo is also completely different from the melancholy and indifferent musician he knew. His eyes are especially gentle, and the corners of his mouth are slightly shy, as if he is not used to taking selfies with his mobile phone.
Such a handsome, one handsome, one unruly, one gentle, two young men who amazed the time, just appeared in the public eye so unpreparedly.
Sui Qingchi left a sentence on Weibo: When you see him, no matter where he is, contact me.
This Weibo caused an uproar again, far surpassing the New Year's Eve party that night. In the comments, there were many fans of the former West Wind band. They were puzzled and even angry at Sui Qingchi's actions.
—Why are you looking for him? ! He just wants to stay away from you, okay? !
—I don’t know why he doesn’t want to see you
—Your daydream of reorganizing Zephyr isn't dead yet
—We don't want Zephyr, we don't want any Zephyr guitarist, we just want you!
—Look at how Xifeng fans scolded you, no one wants to see Xifeng reorganize, okay? Why the hell are you so hard on yourself? Let that person die!
—They are the lead singer and guitarist of West Wind, no matter what happened between them, they were once close partners, and outsiders are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks about their relationship.
—Hey, you two used to have such a good relationship...
Although these comments were quickly suppressed by Sui Qingchi's fans, Zhong Dao still saw them. He looked at this photo repeatedly. He only knew that they used to be the lead singer and guitarist of Xifeng, because the ideas in Fu Cuo's mouth did not agree and parted ways, but he didn't expect their relationship to be like this, the kind revealed by this photo Intimacy, since I debuted from "The Strongest Voice on the Surface", I have never had the experience of forming a band, and I was touched by the eyes of the two in the photo.
Most importantly, Sui Qingchi was looking for Fu Cuo, he was looking for Fu Cuo. Brother Fu Cuo is not going on a trip at all, why is Yao Ke so stupid!
The trending searches for "Sui Qingchi looking for someone" and "Sui Qingchi's wrongdoing" continued until the next day, when someone ostentatiously posted a recording of the call with Sui Qingchi on Weibo: Hurry up and try it! He really answers the phone!
This recording lasted only 17 seconds. Zhong Dao clicked in and really heard Sui Qingchi's voice. He only said "Hello" without any emotion, and the blogger excitedly said: " Wow, it's really you! Is it really Sui Qingchi? It sounds like you, isn't it just pretending... "
Sui Qingchi's voice interjected extremely coldly: "Where did you see him?"
"Oh, my... I saw a dude with a guitar that looked like him yesterday at a bar called Paradise in our place..."
The conversation ended here, because Sui Qingchi smashed the phone immediately, and if you turn up the volume, you can still hear Sui Tianwang curse "*" before smashing the phone.
The call was hung up, and the blogger said in a strange way: "Oh, I was fucked by the king~~"
Sui Qingchi's private message was originally set to only accept private messages from followers, because of the Weibo post last night, he opened the private message permission, and everyone can send him private messages, so the two days on Weibo Every day, fan Heizi posted the picture of the private message he sent to Sui Qingchi. Even if Sui Qingchi didn't reply, the temptation of him reading the private message drove the netizens crazy.
Sui Qingchi's support club couldn't bear to sort out the screenshots of those private messages insulting Sui Qingchi after several appeals to no avail, and sent them out.
I crazily eat chicken: Many people died in the Indonesian earthquake, I am so sad, why didn’t you die
Did the king of middle school promiscuity today: Actually, I have no hatred with you, but your fans have raped me before, and they all say that fans pay for being idols, so I wish you an early ascension to heaven!
Roll out the ID: I know where Fu is wrong, but I will not tell you, I hope you will never find him in your life~
Accompany my baby on the flowery road: Sui Qingchi, your fans are scolding people everywhere, scolding my idol, today I have a chance to scold you back, so cool!
Zhong Dao couldn't stand it anymore, even though he knew that these screenshots of private messages were only sent by fans who were angry with Sui Qingchi, but the real person who sent these private messages was Sui Qingchi himself, and he still had to find fault with Fu in these massive private messages information. I don't know if it was because Sui Qingchi himself realized that it was useless to do so. The Weibo post looking for someone was deleted that night, and the private message was also closed that night.
Even Zhong Dao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, for everyone.
After the Spring Festival, Zhong Dao met the producer who was going to make his first digital album in the studio, Wu Tian, the producer of Sui Qingchi. This is also the first time Wu Tian saw Zhong Dao himself. He found that this child was really a bit like Sui Qingchi back then. Chi is much taller, and it may be because Zhong Dao was not the lead singer of the band. Sui Qingchi, who was the lead singer of the rock band, naturally dislikes those pop guavas. He insists on using rock-oriented adaptations for any song. Whether it is suitable or not, electric guitar is added, so many songs are made nonsensical by him, and as a producer, he has repeatedly compromised with Sui Qingchi's unreasonable demands. Of course, it's not like you haven't quarreled, but when you compete with Sui Qingchi, you must be the one who gives in in the end. He wants to remind Sui Qingchi that "it's easy to break through toughness", but after thinking about it, it's not Sui Qingchi who is kind and soft.
He will give in, and the deeper reason is because he likes to hear this young man sing. When Sui Qingchi sings, you will feel flattered to be his producer. It is he who chose you, not you who chose him.
Wu Tian told Zhong Dao: "I have some good news for you, we have an appointment with Mr. Yu Fei."
Zhong Dao was stunned, unable to believe it.
Not only did I make an appointment with Yufei, but Teacher Yufei was the first of the three teachers in this album to submit a song to him. Because this matter is so unbelievable, there are also some gossips circulating in the studio, and everyone is saying that maybe Yu Fei is just perfunctory with black historical works that were eliminated by other singers in the early days, otherwise it is really impossible to explain why they are like Yu Fei. If it weren't for such a gold medal producer, he would agree to write songs for a fledgling newcomer like Zhong Dao.
And it is well known that Yu Fei doesn't like Sui Qingchi. Zhong Dao is not only like Sui Qingchi, but also an artist signed by Sui Qingchi.
Zhong Dao listened to the demo under Wu Tian's watchful eyes with excitement and complicated mood. Taking off the earphones, he took a deep breath. This is absolutely impossible to be eliminated by other singers. This is a good song that no one will let go. No matter the melody or arrangement, it is perfect. As far as the song is concerned, this is a very sad song, but it's not the kind of resentful hurt that he can't describe.
The only problem may be the difficulty of singing this song. There are many speed changes and even key changes in the song. Beyond the reach of ordinary singers.
In addition, it still lacks a good song that can match his words. Zhong Dao thought about writing lyrics by himself, but he felt stage fright again. He listened to the turbulent emotions under the music over and over again. It seemed that he could only scratch the surface of the artistic conception of this song, and he didn't know how to start. After writing several versions of the lyrics, he was killed by himself. Wu Tian advised him to ask a professional lyricist to write the lyrics, but he was a little unwilling.
When I got home at night, my grandfather dozed off on the sofa again. He sat down and turned on the TV. Yinlang.com was broadcasting a show about music, but he didn’t know the main guest. A pair of thin-rimmed round-rimmed glasses, wearing a light-colored shirt, a gentle man, the other guests are all familiar to him, they are all singers and idols, big and small.
Until one of the guests asked: "What kind of singer would Teacher Yufei prefer to cooperate with?"
Zhong Dao's eyes widened suddenly, is this person right or wrong? !
"There is nothing special about it, it's fine if you sing too badly, so I actually prefer to write songs for singers with good singing skills and good expressiveness." Yu Fei replied.
At this moment, the host asked: "Then Sui Qingchi asked you for an appointment many times, but you never wrote to him once. Is there such a thing?"
As soon as this question came out, a line of barrage immediately floated across the screen:
—Are you crazy, Sui Qingchi has been out of the music scene for half a year, and you're still going after him
—Your entertainment circle can’t survive without a king, right
—Don’t mention him if you don’t like him, let him be quiet, thank you
—Tian Wang’s human blood steamed buns will cause secondary cancer~
In the camera, Yu Fei didn't look embarrassed, he nodded and said frankly: "There is such a thing."
The male host laughed and said, "Then you're glad you didn't write it for him, or your song would have been ruined."
Yu Fei smiled lightly, and the other guests also laughed tacitly, with subtlety in their smiles.
The barrage suddenly became more numerous and thicker, filling the top of the screen:
— Disgusted by these guests...
—What, do Sui Qingchi people dare to do this here
— Huluo Pingyang was bullied by dogs
—Although I don’t like Tianwang, this scene is really sad to watch
But Yufei said: "Frankly speaking, I don't like Sui Qingchi because he betrayed his band. I am also from a band. I can't forgive this kind of person, but I regret it now. I didn't give up on him completely. Write a song for him before he falls. In terms of singing, he is a superstar, very dazzling. I always think that in the future, after he matures and settles down, I will still have the opportunity to write a song for him and hear him sing It’s a pity that the song I wrote was sung at the meeting.”
Everyone from the host to the guests looked a little embarrassed, and the host said dryly, "He's quite talented."
Yu Fei shook his head: "It's not talent, it's an artist who can sing to his level."
Something floated past the barrage, Zhong Dao didn't look carefully, he saw the great appreciation and deep regret through the non-teacher's lens, and suddenly the song without lyrics re-passed in his mind A layer of color became radiant - that was Sui Qingchi's color.
He knew who to ask for lyrics.
When Luo Xue heard that he was going to ask Sui Qingchi to write lyrics, she was shocked and speechless for a few seconds before asking, "What do you think?"
"His lyrics should be very suitable for this song," Zhong Dao said, "and I also want to sing this song with him."
After hearing this, Luo Xue shook her head in disapproval: "First of all, he has made it clear that he will not sing anymore. Secondly, you have just debuted now, so it is really unwise to ask him to sing as a chorus."
She said it very tactfully, and Zhong Dao naturally understood: "I know you are doing it for my own good, but I asked him to sing with me just to repay my kindness. I don't think people will make things difficult for me because of this." By the way, this world is too fucked up.
Luo Xue looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "That's fine, as long as you can ask him."
Zhong Dao quickly understood what Luo Xue meant. Sui Qingchi didn't answer the phone or reply to messages. He couldn't even contact him because the studio had a contract that he needed to sign. He had to come to the door with a song demo. I went three times, and all three times I was shut down.
There is a fixed process for making an album. The time of the musician, the time of the recording studio, and the time of the producer all need to be reserved, and it is impossible to wait for him endlessly.
On a sunny weekend afternoon, Zhong Dao went to Fushan Villa for the last time.
He rang the doorbell, but as usual, no one answered, only one or two barking dogs could be heard from behind the gate of the villa. Zhong Dao stood in front of the door, regardless of whether Sui Qingchi could hear him or not, he shouted to the back of the door: "Teacher, I have something very important to ask you, just give me five minutes!"
The surroundings were quiet for a while, and just as he was about to give up, the door was suddenly pushed open a crack, and a big white dog stood there with its body stuck in the door, wagging its tail at him.
Zhong Dao couldn't believe it, was the door unlocked at all
He pushed the door open, remembering how many times he had been shut down, so had it never been locked? Although I know that Sui Qingchi is a reckless star, this is too reckless!
He was led by the big dog and walked down a row of steps. He saw the swimming pool with floating leaves, and faint singing and rhythm came from the direction of the villa. Through the large French windows, he saw the lights inside the villa. brightly lit.
As soon as he followed the dog into the door, the music came loudly. He recognized it as the song from Sui Qingchi's fourth album, but it sounded different. The sound design of the villa is very good. Walking in is like being there, shaking The sound of the drums, the pulsating bass, and an extremely wonderful electric guitar. This electric guitar is more shocking than what he has heard in the album. Even Sui Qingchi's singing has a completely different power. The interaction between the electric guitar and the lead vocals was like a lightning bolt rubbing against dark clouds, so powerful that he couldn't help standing still and listening for a long time.
Sui Qingchi leaned on the sofa, closed her eyes, wondering if she fell asleep, such a handsome man, there was also a touch of light blue on his chin. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, the collar of the shirt was half open, the hem was loosely tied around the waist, and the cuffs were also loose, like a decadent rock and roll youth covered under the skin of a literary youth.
Zhong Dao called out: "Teacher."
Sui Qingchi frowned and opened his eyes, saw him, sat up slowly, covered his eyes with his hand a little uncomfortable, took it off again, squinted at him, and said, "Fu wrong?"
Zhong Dao was a little surprised, this was not Sui Qingchi's voice in his memory, his voice was dry and astringent, not at all like the high-pitched lead voice in the background sound.
"Damn it..." Sui Qingchi's throat rolled over, hesitant to speak, and finally lowered his head, pinching the center of his brows, and said in a low voice, "It's good to be back anyway..."
At this moment, the big dog ran over, lowered his head and slipped himself under Sui Qingchi's legs. Sui Qingchi lowered his head and touched the dog's ears, as if he had woken up a bit, then raised his head again, his brows knit together suddenly.
Zhong Dao heard Sui Qingchi curse secretly, and with a self-deprecating wry smile, seeing him bury his face in his hands again, he seemed to know that what he saw was not Fu Cuo, but a phantom, he must have seen this countless times phantom.
When the song ended, all the sounds in the room settled down. Zhong Dao looked at Sui Qingchi's deeply arched back, and the look made it unbearable for those watching.
It was already night when Sui Qingchi woke up completely from alcohol. He was uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa. As soon as he stood up, he saw Zhong Dao coming out of the bathroom with a very unhappy expression. He sat up from the sofa and said coldly: "The door wasn't opened for you, how could you just walk in like that."
"Teacher, I'm here to ask you to make a song together." Zhong Dao knew that Sui Qingchi didn't want to talk to him, so he directly explained his intention.
Sui Qingchi endured the severe pain in his temple, and smiled sarcastically: "Are you crazy? You have a good future now, don't dig your own grave." He reached out to pick up the wine bottle on the coffee table, "And I'm not your teacher anymore." Speaking of pouring wine again, Zhong Dao walked over to hold the bottle.
Sui Qingchi raised his head and looked at him. Although he had a splitting headache and was haggard after a hangover, he was still the king of the middle school, his eyes were still sharp, and with one look, Zhong Dao unknowingly let go of his hand with a cold twitch. .
Sui Qingchi took the wine bottle and continued to pour it, tilting his head lazily, some champagne spilled out, he just grabbed a tissue and wiped it carelessly, then threw the tissue into the trash can next to it, not caring whether it was really thrown in or not.
Zhong Dao could only stand aside and say, "I have already convinced the studio and Sister Luo Xue that there is a song that I want teacher to write lyrics for me," he said, "I still want to sing with you."
After Sui Qingchi finished drinking a glass, he put the glass on the table and was about to pour another drink. Listening to Zhong Dao's words, the child shook his head uneducatedly, and ignored him.
There was only a little wine left in the wine bottle, and this time it was poured out just enough to make it bottomless. Sui Qingchi raised the champagne bottle and looked at the light, squinted his eyes and exhaled, with a face of "you are bullying me!" "'s angry expression.
Zhong Dao said: "If you don't write the lyrics for me, this song will be ruined, so I would rather not sing it than ruin it."
"If you don't sing, you don't sing. Who are you threatening?"
"That way the digital album won't come out," Zhong Dao said, "I signed with your studio, if I don't come out, you won't hold me accountable, if you don't hold me accountable, I won't sing. "
With a "boom", Sui Qingchi knocked the wine glass on the coffee table.
The dog whimpered and lay down at Sui Qingchi's feet.
Sui Qingchi stared intently at the stubborn young man in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot, and he felt sour after staring at him for a long time, and said coldly: "What are you doing? What song are you so desperate for life? "
"Mr. Yufei's song," Zhong Dao said, "I don't think that song was actually written for me. I want to hear how you would perform it."
Sui Qingchi finally fell silent when he heard Yu Fei's name.
"I contacted Brother AK," Zhong Dao said, "He didn't even know that Brother Fu Cuo had left, and he couldn't contact him." He said while paying attention to Sui Qingchi's expression, "Since he doesn't even know, It means that brother Fu Cuo is not targeting you. Have you ever thought that maybe he has a last resort, and he doesn't really want to leave suddenly... "
Sui Qingchi bowed his back and buried his head, covering his face with his palms, he didn't want to face this question that he had thought about countless times again.
But even if there is only a glimmer of hope, Zhong Dao wants to try: "Even if there is something he can't figure out, maybe he will figure it out when he hears your song? He told me that you are the best lead singer of Xifeng .”
Sui Qingchi raised his head, slid his hands down to cover his cheeks, shook his head with empty eyes: "I'm no longer in the second grade," he said, "I don't believe this anymore."
After Zhong Dao left, Sui Qingchi took off his shirt and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he saw a demo plate on the coffee table, which should have been left by Zhong Dao. He glanced at it but didn't touch it.
The dog thing was spinning around his feet, and he seemed to remember something. He went to the feeder, changed the water, and put in the dog food.
"Let's eat."
The dog didn't eat, but still clung to his feet.
Sui Qingchi looked down at it: "I can't even take care of myself, I have to take care of you."
Gouzi raised his head and put his chin flatteringly on his lap. Sui Qingchi looked at it and said in a low voice:
"Who told me to be your God?"