Today is a working day, and there are still few people in the supermarket as before, and the air conditioner is fully turned on, making it even more deserted. Sui Qingchi took off his mask not long after he entered, and he saw a sticker on the shelf of instant noodles One line: There is no public morality in kneading instant noodles!
He took out a bag of instant noodles, held it in his hand, squeezed it hard, and threw it into the shopping cart. The instant noodles smashed into the shopping cart and made a "duang" sound. He lowered his head and saw that there were only a few items in the shopping cart. Things, empty. He alone can't eat or use so much.
When he checked out, he pulled up the mask on his chin again. The young girl at the cash register carefully glanced at him, lowered her head and quickly scanned through the items, and whispered, "248, do you have a membership card?"
Sui Qingchi recovered, and asked again: "How much?"
"248," the cashier repeated patiently, "do you have a membership card?"
"No." Sui Qingchi took out his mobile phone and scanned the code, but failed because the balance was not enough.
He transferred two 5.2 million in one breath yesterday morning, without thinking about how much money was left on the card.
The cashier girl looked at him and found that the king was in a daze and didn't dare to press him. After a while, he changed the card and scanned the code again.
Sui Qingchi left the supermarket with the things in his hand, the weight in his hands was too light, and he was not used to it.
The black Volvo SUV was parked outside the supermarket. He opened the trunk, casually put the small bag of things into the overly spacious space, and then slammed down the trunk door with a "bang".
When he opened the driver's door, he heard another "bang" door opening, and subconsciously looked up at the passenger. Through the empty passenger window, I saw that the owner of another car next to me was opening the door.
Sui Qingchi lowered his head and got into the car, pulled off the mask and threw it on the center console, put on the seat belt, the car started, and circled a semicircle in the parking lot. On a sunny day, the light kept sweeping on the windshield.
On the way back, he would pass a park. When the red light came on, he parked the car slowly. When his eyes glanced over the side of the road, he saw a gray-haired old man sitting on a bench outside the park. He was about to close his eyes. When he came back, he suddenly froze again.
With his head down, the old man was peeling off the pills in his hand one by one, and putting them into another medicine bottle.
Tears rushed to the eyes.
He covered his eyes, and heard the car behind him honking, the red light had turned green, he held the steering wheel again, and drove straight ahead.
The sun illuminated the surrounding landscape, and then they bloomed again, like melted wax, into clumps of green and gray, all kinds of colors.
Luo Xue had been waiting outside Sui Qingchi's villa for almost an hour, and when she was about to give up, she finally saw a black Volvo driving towards this side belatedly.
The black off-road vehicle stopped behind her car, she walked over, after a while Sui Qingchi put down the window and said to her: "Get out of the car."
Luo Xue looked back at her car, and it happened to be stuck in the position where Sui Qingchi was about to reverse into the garage, but she didn't expect that, she snickered to herself, and said why Sui Qingchi was so easy to provoke today.
Sui Qingchi frowned and glanced at her.
"I'll give you a trophy." Luo Xue put away her smiling face and said solemnly.
Sui Qingchi didn't respond, her brows were a little wrinkled, and the corners of her eyes were a little red.
Luo Xue said: "Best Album, Best Singer, Best Composer."
When he heard the "Best Composition", Sui Qingchi's expression finally became a little moved.
"Congratulations." Luo Xue said, "The trophy is on my car, I can't get three by myself, can you get it yourself?"
"No need," Sui Qingchi said, "Just let the company go."
"The other one belongs to Brother Fu Cuo," Luo Xue said, "How do you let our company go? Is he a member of our company?"
Sui Qingchi glanced at her coldly.
"Boss," Luo Xue said, "you are really good at disappointing people. How many people were looking forward to your appearance at the Golden Melody Awards ceremony. You disappointed so many people. On such an important occasion, Brother Fu Cuo must also be watching , and when he saw that I was on stage to help you accept the award, how disappointed he must have been."
"Can you move the car?"
Luo Xue didn't care how irritable or depressed he was, anyway, he couldn't reverse the car, so he deserved to endure today's mental torture, she continued: "STV's "The Great Musician" has been contacting us for more than a month, and the day after tomorrow will be the first live broadcast Yes, they are still waiting for you."
"Did I ask you to promise me anything?" Sui Qingchi said angrily.
"This program is different from "The King of Music". Every episode is broadcast live," Luo Xue said, "You have already missed the Golden Melody Awards, and I think you should not miss it again. can see... ”
"Forget it," Sui Qingchi lowered his head irritably, and restarted the car, "You don't move me." When the window was raised, he turned his head and reversed the car.
The car reversed quickly and urgently, and the front of the car turned around hard.
Luo Xue shouted: "Sui Qingchi, I'm not Brother Fu Cuo, I don't care if you come back to the stage or not! He is the one who wants to see you back on stage more than anyone else!!"
The black Volvo turns away.
"Otherwise why did he write those songs for you!! You think about what they look like on stage, they are written for you to sing on stage—"
She yelled until her voice became hoarse. She had already given up hope, and the black SUV seemed to slow down at the end of the road.
She looked at the car from a distance, and couldn't believe that it hadn't moved anymore. She walked forward step by step, her voice was not as good as Sui Qingchi's. The voice is amazing, his voice can enter your dreams.
Later, Xifeng disbanded, and her dream ended. She still followed Xifeng's old account, but she had grown up and matured, and knew that all her love was just caused by adolescent hormones. She stayed at the top of her follow list. Xifeng, Fu Cuo, Sui Qingchi, AK are just remembrances of reckless youth.
When she saw Sui Qingchi again, she knew very well that the heavenly king in front of her was no longer the Sui Qingchi she knew before. She had been disappointed in him, but those emotions had long since passed away. She just wanted to be by his side, but she didn't quite understand why .
Now she was in front of him again, the black Volvo with its flashing taillights off, waiting for her to pass. Like many years ago, through the window of that Focus sedan, she, together with many girls and boys like her, waved goodbye to the four people in the car.
"The Great Musician" is a live music program launched by STV. In order to compete with CBS, STV did not hesitate to spend a lot of money. The first broadcast is scheduled for mid-September, just two weeks after the Golden Melody Awards. The program has not yet started. The popularity has remained high. In the official voting channel of the program, in the column of "Most Wanted Singer", Sui Qingchi is far ahead with 51% of the votes.
On the last day of rehearsal, An Jie thanked the band teacher and staff, walked off the stage, and breathed a sigh of relief. Because of an announcement, she was arranged for the last rehearsal today. It is already 10:30 in the evening. Everyone is working hard , but for tomorrow's live broadcast to be correct, everything is worth it.
Leaving the studio building, An Jie got into the nanny car, took the throat tea from the assistant, and suddenly saw a black Toyota Alphard parked at the entrance of the building in the dark, she was a little strange, not that she was the last rehearsal of it? At this time the nanny car had already driven away, she turned her head curiously, and saw the door of Alpha's car slid open, the distance between them was already a little far, she didn't see the person who got out of the car, but she had an intuition, felt this people.
She lowered her head and turned on the phone. In the next second, the feeling of "as expected" made her nose sore. The top five words on the hot search list were: "Sui Qingchi is back".
Sui Qingchi's return as a mysterious guest caused a sensation. When the host announced his name, the staff in the live broadcast room of the TV station looked at the curve that suddenly started to soar, and held their heads with emotion: "I'm going, it's already 37.2 I haven't seen this kind of curve for many years, and people haven't come out yet, what a superstar... "
In the background, Sui Qingchi sat alone in a corner, with his back arched and his head buried, holding the microphone with both hands, listening to the sound of the stage outside. He hadn’t heard these sounds for a long time. Noisy and unfamiliar.
The audience applauded and cheered for a long time. This is a live broadcast, and every minute and every second is very tight. Luo Xue was a little anxious and wanted to go forward to remind Sui Qingchi, but seeing Sui Qingchi suddenly frowned and closed her eyes Eyes, she stopped and chose to give him a little more time.
Sui Qingchi closed his eyes vigorously, recalling vigorously, until the noise gradually overlapped with the stage of West Wind in his memory. Amidst the chaotic voices, a figure walked towards him, and his long shadow fell on him. At his feet, she gently covered him, and her broad palm gently patted his shoulder.
He raised his head and saw Fu Cuo with the electric guitar hanging on his back. His back walked towards the direction of the stage light, and then stopped at the entrance of the stage, turned around and looked at him. AK and Tan Si stood next to him, and the three of them were against the light His figure is deep and bright.
He finally stood up, took his own microphone, and walked behind the eighteen-year-old guitarist.
Luo Xue looked at Sui Qingchi standing at the entrance of the stage with his head bowed, holding the red microphone in his drooping right hand, his drooping head slightly tilted forward, the light shone in from above his head, like a stag standing There, his horns are leaning against a large tree.
He walked out, and he was greeted with waves of applause.
Luo Xue looked at him nervously from behind the stage, and saw that figure from behind picked up the microphone and said:
"This song is for the person I have loved for twelve years. Whether you are still here or not, I will sing it to you."
The audience looked at him with bated breath, Sui Qingchi turned his head and nodded towards the band, the lights dimmed the moment he raised his head, the strings and guitar sounded like water, and the lights lit up on the stage layer by layer.
When Sui Qingchi sang the first word, the audience was solemnly silent, because of the long-lost, sharp, deep, wounded, scabbed voice.
it was my mistake
you are punishing me
You say we don't deserve this
happy with
you are too stubborn
I'm too persistent
still thinking you'll let me
Redeem
innocently
believed
Those who have been hurt by me will still love me
maybe fate has a cause and effect
when i frivolously miss
Already doomed this life
no one can be happier
you held my hand tightly
i cut your wings
dare not blame you for leaving
Blame me for being so ignorant of love
I know it's too late
no more company
We can only be stuck in fate
both ends of
why not go back
but still see clearly
hold my hand thinking
you can fly
that gust of wind
calmed down
I can't give you what you want
maybe fate has a cause and effect
when i frivolously miss
Already doomed this life
no one can be happier
but i still don't believe you
you say love is over
but i know it's still here
a gift from my youth
His voice is hoarse, and the once delicate grain has turned into a rough rock, so that at first people couldn't believe that it was Sui Qingchi's voice, but when they were still regretting it, his singing sounded again. Walking out from the nostalgic acoustic guitar and the rainy cello, when singing "Innocence", people can still get a glimpse of the sweet and innocent boy from those two words, when he sang "Can't be with you anymore" When he sang "Take my hand and think I can fly", it seemed that something really took off, but what flew up was slipping down again fell to the ground so quickly in the high notes...
Luo Xue's eyes turned red. During the rehearsal, Sui Qingchi said that he didn't want gorgeous lights, stage effects, or distraction, but just wanted to concentrate on singing. The stage was so clean, there was obviously nothing, but on this back-to-basics stage, she seemed to really see the wreckage that fell behind Sui Qingchi, all of them were love that was irretrievable and did not want to bury.
The accompaniment of "Forgive Me for Being Young and Frivolous" came to an end, but it was not the ending that everyone expected. It seemed to hover in the air before falling, and the stage light gradually changed from a bunch of silent white to a ball of gold. Warm and dull gold enveloped the singer in the center of the stage, the accompaniment completed a beautiful change of tone at that moment, the acoustic guitar sounded again, and the audience stood up one after another, it was "Yesterday" by The Beatles.
This classic has been sung by too many singers, but Sui Qingchi sang it for the first time. When he sang the "Yesterday" in his voice, it was like walking into a time machine. Before it was over, people had completed their empathy and were urged to tears.
Yesterday, he sings, all my trouble seems so far away
Now it looks as though they're here to stay
Oh I believe ierday
He was singing, but it was more like asking a question. He asked why that person left, did he do something wrong, he asked why the splendor never came back, why everything that was good must stay in yesterday...
Why is he leaving
Why is he leaving
Every time she sang these two lines of lyrics, Luo Xue felt her heart would break apart.
I would rather believe that yesterday...
I would rather believe that yesterday...
A natural singer holding a microphone in both hands, he sang about repentance, about the wreckage of youth, about the beauty that will forever be engraved in memory but cannot be brought back. To carry these memories to the grave, to sleep with them stubbornly.
After singing for a long time, there was still no sound in the audience, and the emotions burst into silence, until An Jie applauded vigorously in tears, all the singers and audience applauded enthusiastically, and everyone burst into tears , There was no screaming, only endless applause and uncontrollable crying.
The light poured on Sui Qingchi like water. He was standing on the stage, but the host did not step up. The light shining on him was like the shadow of water. He raised his head and closed his eyes hard, as if water had really flowed into it. in the eyes.
Fu Cuo was leaning on the hospital bed, looking down at the laptop in front of him. It was still daytime outside the window, and the corridor outside the ward was the scene of the hospital's morning bustle. He was the only one immersed in the dark night on the other side of the ocean.
Sui Qingchi's singing ended, and the magic that haunted him was slowly failing. He heard the tick-tock sound of the monitoring equipment, which included his accelerated heartbeat and his breathing. Hasty footsteps, not-so-friendly foreign tones...
From the day he received the text message from Sui Qingchi, he has barely slept in the past three days. Under the advice of Dr. Wilson, he has completed the preoperative examination in the past few days. Dr. Wilson told him that his current condition is suitable for surgery, So the choice was placed in front of him, but he was completely trapped. No one can give him the answer whether to give up the operation and go back at the last minute, at least to be able to accompany him until the age of 29, maybe even let him accompany me until the age of 31, or to fight for the other half of the hope.
Insomnia, anxiety, and various examinations in turn made his physical condition worse again. Dr. Wilson said to him: "If you really can't make a choice, leave it to God, because I think as long as you let love Your people accompany you through the last time of your life, no matter how long or short that time is, it is not a wrong decision."
He didn't know how long he was immersed in memories and thoughts, until a figure walked by outside the ward. It was Dr. Wilson who had just come to work and changed his white coat. He instinctively raised his head and called to stop him.
Dr. Wilson stopped, a little surprised because he hadn't started rounds yet. He walked into the ward, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, stood at the foot of his bed, and asked as calmly as possible: "Have you considered it?"
"Surgery." Fu Cuo said without any hesitation.
The blond doctor raised his eyebrows: "How did you figure it out?"
"I didn't think much about it." Fu Cuo said, and it wasn't God's help to decide, "I want to try and don't want to think so much, I will leave it to my feeling."
"Okay," Dr. Wilson nodded, "you've decided that we can arrange surgery as soon as possible, just in two days."
"It doesn't have to be so fast..." Fu Cuo smiled wryly, "I have to wait for someone else, and he has to sign for me."
Doctor Wilson was a little surprised, and then smiled knowingly:
"I think we can afford to wait at this point."