Fu Cuo woke up at night, the lights in the ward were turned off, only the corridor lights outside the ward were still on, and the light came in through the window next to the door indistinctly. It was like a buff dusk, and then he heard footsteps coming from the direction of the elevator and coming this way again, not the footsteps of the nurse, but the sound of boots hitting the church floor that day.
Outside the twilight window, there was a blurry figure. It was not Dr. Wilson. Wilson was not of this height, nor did he have shoulders of this width.
Fu Cuo woke up at that moment and found that it was not a hallucination. The figure appeared behind the window and stopped outside his door. He thought, if it wasn't for a tall, handsome but cautious killer who sneaked into the hospital in the middle of the night to murder him , then it must be him.
The door opened.
In the second year of high school, he was lying in the hospital in the same way. In the middle of the night, wearing a black hoodie and carrying a backpack of cash, Sui Qingchi pushed open the door of the emergency room and said to AK without hesitation: "You I didn't say anything about the situation on the phone, and I thought he was dying."
Sui Qingchi was wearing a thin black sweater, pushed open the door and stood at the door of the ward. When he saw him, his expression against the light seemed calm. He put down a yellowed camel handbag, walked towards him, sat down by his hospital bed, and said, "Here I am."
The hospital bed sank slightly because Sui Qingchi sat down. His body was pressed against his quilt, and it felt so good. Fu Cuo looked at him, trying to restrain his surging emotions, and whispered: "The lamp is by the door. , you turn on the light."
"No, go to sleep. I can see you without turning on the light."
"Sui Qingchi," Fu Cuo couldn't help but said, "Are you a cat?"
"Almost," Sui Qingchi nodded, "I'm a tiger, so I can be considered a cat."
Of course he knows that he is a tiger and he is an ox. Although Da Sui Qingchi is two years old, in fact Sui Qingchi is the end of the tiger, and he is the beginning of the ox. The actual difference is less than two years old. After the band disbanded, there was an AK Drunk and complaining at the dinner table, it's no wonder that West Wind will disband, because their zodiac signs don't match, three big silly cows and a little tiger, herbivores and top predators, it's strange to be able to form a band together! Tan Si said he was nonsense.
But what AK said that day really stabbed him, and that kind of stabbing feeling, after seeing Sui Qingchi at this moment, I inadvertently remembered it, and felt very sorry for him. Sorry about the little tiger.
"I'm sorry." He looked at Sui Qingchi and said.
Sui Qingchi's throat rolled: "Fu Cuo, you don't want me to die with you, just tell me."
"...Then I'll tell you."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak, but nodded with downcast eyes.
The room was too dark, he couldn't see Sui Qingchi's expression clearly, so he said, "Turn on the light, I haven't had chemotherapy, I haven't lost any hair, don't be afraid."
Sui Qingchi sighed and got up from the bed, reached out to touch the switch and left a sentence: "I'm not afraid..."
When the light was on, Fu Cuo watched Sui Qingchi sit back. He looked very much like the one he saw on TV this morning. His hair was still in the same shape as the stylist had done for him. The layers were like waves, folded tightly It looks good, but there are a few strands hanging down from the forehead, like wheat straw wet by raindrops, a little embarrassed.
Sui Qingchi brushed back the hair that was hanging down on his forehead: "Is it a bit messy?"
"... You promised me not to smoke." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi held his hand and shook his head: "I don't smoke. Really." He raised his hand to caress his neck, cleared his throat, "I'm just a little tired, and I can get better after a period of rest."
The nurse opened the door and came in, reminding the family that visiting time was until 12 o'clock in the evening.
Sui Qingchi replied OK, and said in English that I flew for more than ten hours to come to see him, and came here just after getting off the plane, can you be a little more accommodating. Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's profile. He was smiling at the nurse. In his impression, this was the first time Sui Qingchi used his appearance.
The head nurse very graciously let him stay until one o'clock.
After the head nurse left, Sui Qingchi turned to look at him, shook his hand, and asked, "How much time do we have?"
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's extremely calm face, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "The operation will be performed in three days."
"Okay, I'll take you to church tomorrow, and then I'll sign the surgery sheet for you."
Fu Cuo had a good night's sleep that night. He didn't want to waste too much time on sleeping, but when he opened his eyes, it was still daylight. He saw the back standing by the window, tall and handsome, wearing a crisp black suit , bowing his head and rolling his sleeves. If he hadn't seen Sui Qingchi leave with his own eyes last night, he would have thought that he had slept with him all night, and he had just gotten up and dressed, and his body temperature was still in the quilt.
He called his name, Sui Qingchi turned around, the white light outside the window illuminated his exceptionally handsome face.
It was the first time Fu Cuo saw him wearing such a formal attire, and he was amazed. He sat up and looked at it carefully, and said with emotion: "It doesn't look like the lead singer of a rock band."
Sui Qingchi smiled and walked over, picked up another black dress placed on the sofa chair, and said, "It's for you."
Fu Cuo put the clothes aside: "I'll change them later."
Sui Qingchi didn't mind, playing with a black bow tie in his hand, sat down beside his bed, and said, "I don't know how to tie this, do you?"
The black bow tie was wrapped around his fingers twice, as if he was passing a toy. Judging from the folds on it, it had been messily folded several times. Fu pulled the tie by mistake, Sui Qingchi lowered his head and asked him to wrap the tie around his neck.
The way Sui Qingchi bent his neck and raised his head reminded Fu Cuo of a swan, and this bow tie would be tied to his vocal cords.
After a few minutes.
"Can you tie it?" Sui Qingchi asked helplessly, raising her chin.
"Handsome Peng taught me to tie it before." Fu wrongly tied it halfway, then took it apart and started again, "tsk", "I forgot."
"Why did he teach you this?" Sui Qingchi raised an eyebrow and glanced at him.
"He invited us when he got married."
"Are you going to be his best man?"
"I'm just going to dinner, not a best man, no bridesmaid..."
Before he finished speaking, Sui Qingchi leaned over unpreparedly and kissed him.
The bow was in vain, and it hung down from Sui Qingchi's neckline, like a strand of black hair hanging on his chest.
When Fu Cuo went to the bathroom to wash up, he changed into his shirt by the way. The person in the mirror looked a little thinner, and the shirt was a little empty on his body, not comparable to Sui Qingchi. He put on his suit, hoping to look better.
When he came out, Sui Qingchi was sitting on the sofa chair he used to sit on, with a window behind him, and the light poured on Sui Qingchi in a black formal suit, like a painting. He put his elbows on the armrest of the sofa chair and crossed his long legs. He was not arrogant, but the elegant and charming dream groom that all girls have imagined.
Fu Cuo came out of the bathroom, seeming to be distracted. Sui Qingchi looked up at him, put down his long overlapping legs, something flashed in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and then said: "What I thought Just as handsome."
"Will it be too conspicuous to go out like this?" Fu Cuo looked down at himself.
"Yes, it's hard to come to this world, why not be conspicuous?" Sui Qingchi stood up, even in this outfit, the first time he spoke, he still fell in love, "It's better that people who have seen us can't forget us .”
Fu Cuo didn't speak, remembering that Sui Qingchi bought a new mobile phone with the money he earned from working at a gas station. They used that mobile phone to take a group photo. Sui Qingchi looked at the photo on the mobile phone and said, "These two boys Why are you so handsome, especially shy."
He turned around and saw Sui Qingchi wearing a large old T-shirt, sitting on the same old sofa, hunched lazily, holding up his mobile phone, poking his finger on the left side of the screen childishly, that was him. Sixteen-year-old Sui Qingchi is a proud young master, wearing CK, carrying Nike, and using an Apple mobile phone. Twenty-year-old Sui Qingchi has nothing, faces the sun, and has endless aftertaste for a group photo.
Later, Sui Qingchi printed out this photo and said, "Let's hang it on the bedside when we get married."
He who was writing a song in front of the computer froze for a moment, his face was hot when he turned around.
Sui Qingchi put down the photo and glanced at him, pretending to warn: "Brother Fu Cuo, I want to remind you that love that doesn't presuppose marriage is all hooliganism."
Well, he thought to himself, asking, "Where are you going?"
"The United States, the Netherlands, France, Germany," Sui Qingchi said, "go wherever is cheap."
Fu Cuo smiled: "Okay, but don't hang up this one, let's take a serious photo."
"What kind of seriousness?" Sui Qingchi asked, looking like a child who said "I've never been married, so I don't understand it very well".
"Just..." He looked at Sui Qingchi who was watching him on the sofa, quickly imagined what he would look like in a black wedding dress, and said, "Wear that kind of black suit, tie or something..."
Sui Qingchi smiled and lowered her head, looked at the photo, and said, "I thought our wedding would be hardcore, but I didn't expect you to like this."
Applying for marriage in the United States is easier than imagined. They went to the local court in the morning and got the marriage application. Sui Qingchi paid the $90, and they went to church in the afternoon.
Unfortunately, after noon, the sky became cloudy and it began to rain. None of them had an umbrella, and they were still wearing very formal suits. After getting into the taxi, Sui Qingchi asked the driver to find a place that sells umbrellas. When he arrived at the shopping mall, he opened the car door and rushed into the rain by himself. His black leather shoes were splashed in the rain, and his elegant black body was quickly washed away by the heavy rain. Get embarrassed. About a quarter of an hour later, through the rain-filled car window, Fu Cuo saw Sui Qingchi walking out holding a gentleman's eight-bone black umbrella with a wooden handle. Although the suit on his body was still wet, he walked over and stepped forward. The moment he opened the taxi door with his long legs, there were still many people looking at him.
Sui Qingchi bent down and got into the car, put away the umbrella, shook it twice, took it in, and closed the door.
Fu Cuo saw that his suit was soaked: "Is this useful, you are so wet."
"It's okay." Sui Qingchi lowered his head and unbuttoned his suit. He also brought a paper bag, which contained a suit he just bought. Because he was in a hurry, he asked the clerk to take the same suit as the window model. The size just pay and walk away.
"Haven't you thought about not fitting?" Fu Cuo asked.
"The model is as tall as me, how could it not fit? Which part does not fit?"
Seeing that Sui Qingchi tugged the tie to loosen it and started to unbutton his shirt again, Fu Cuo couldn't help but said, "You want to change it here?"
Sui Qingchi let out a very uncomfortable moan in a deep voice: "The space is a bit small..." He took off the white shirt that soaked his chest, and the moment his shoulders were exposed, let alone the driver, even the pedestrians outside They are all looking in.
The space in the back of the taxi was narrow for the two of them, who were about 1.8 meters tall. When Sui Qingchi was changing clothes, Fu Cuo felt that Sui Qingchi's body kept bumping into him, and the taxi turned through the traffic. , slowing down in front of the zebra crossing, they constantly, inadvertently, rubbed and collided with each other, as if they were once squeezed into that bed that was no more than 1.5 meters wide. The boundary of the world is the body of the other party.
Sui Qingchi lowered her head and buttoned up her shirt, thinking of something: "Someone other than you helped me unbutton my shirt, and someone other than you rode on my waist, I get angry when I think about it," he said Turning to look at him, the hair that was wet by the heavy rain fell down, "Aren't you angry?"
"Qi." Fu wrongly nodded, as if to appease a cat whose hair was wet by the rain.
Sui Qingchi, with his head down and cuff buttons buttoned up, glanced up at him, the corners of his mouth hooked happily, the wet "cat hair" was still shaking above his eyes, he handed him the bow tie, and said, "Come on, tie it again. "
Sui Qingchi still had a watch on his hand. For this wedding, he really made himself perfect, Fu Cuo gently put the bow tie on his neckline, thinking.
After Sui Qingchi changed her clothes, she leaned in the front row and asked the driver how long it would take to arrive. The uncle black driver said hurry up.
It was not long before they caught sight of the steeple of the church.
The car stopped outside the church, Sui Qingchi pushed the car door, stepped out with one foot, the rain fell on his shiny leather shoes, and was blocked by the open umbrella with a "poof".
He got out of the car first, held the umbrella by the car door, Fu Cuo looked up at Sui Qingchi standing by the door holding an umbrella for himself, and said with a smile: "I'm flattered."
"There will be no next time." Sui Qingchi raised his eyebrows and pushed the car door behind him.
With a "bang", Sui Qingchi immediately grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the side of the road. Fu Cuo heard a "crash", and the taxi left after splashing Lao Gao behind them.
Fu mistakenly glanced at Sui Qingchi beside him. It's not that Sui Qingchi doesn't understand gentleness, he's just embarrassed about gentleness. More than ten years have passed, and he still remembers that morning when they had breakfast and walked along the muddy path to Leaving the rental house, when a motorcycle drove over, seventeen-year-old Sui Qingchi took his arm silently and pulled it in.
I'm afraid that the water will get you wet, and the mud will make you dirty. Sui Qingchi would never say such words in her life.
The two walked into the church together, and the appointed pastor was already waiting for them. This scene was as unreal as in a TV movie. The real thing was that it was raining outside and there were no relatives or friends in the church.
Sui Qingchi looked at the top of the church. Several chandeliers were turned on, but the wall lamps on both sides were not, because the weather outside was too cloudy. He asked the pastor in English, can all the lights be turned on
Soon two priests came over and lit up all the lamps in the church, including the wall lamps, and even the candles on all the candlesticks one by one.
Light filled the church, which, without the sun, radiated divine light in its own way.
Sui Qingchi turned back to the two priests and said, "Please sit here."
Fu Cuo didn't expect the people in the church to give Sui Qingchi face so much, and they almost responded to his requests.
So two strange priests sat in the first row of the church and witnessed their wedding.
The pastor opened the Bible and asked them in English:
"Mr. Sui Qingchi, are you willing to let Mr. Fu Cuo by your side be your partner, love him, comfort him, respect him, protect him, just like you love yourself. In the days to come, no matter whether he is poor or Rich, sick or healthy, always loyal to him, loving each other till death from this world?"
"I am willing." Sui Qingchi said.
He spoke in Chinese, and the pastor seemed to understand, nodded, and turned to him again:
"Mr. Fu Cuo, are you willing to let Mr. Sui Qingchi beside you be your partner, love him, comfort him, respect him, and protect him, just like you love yourself. In the days to come, no matter whether he is poor or Rich, sick or healthy, always loyal to him, loving each other till death from this world?"
"I would."
The pastor smiled and said, "Then you can exchange rings."
He and Sui Qingchi looked at each other, and they both took out the rings that they had taken out and put in their pockets at the same time, the pastor was stunned for a moment, looking left and right, a little bit laughing, and finally Sui Qingchi put the rings he took out into the palm of his left hand , hanging by his side, stretched out his hand first. He didn't cheat, what he extended was his right hand.
Sui Qingchi's hand stretched out in front of him as if trying to grab something, full of strength and desire, not at all as reserved and shy as the girl's family. Fu Cuo put the ring on Sui Qingchi's ring finger, and the finger was slightly lifted for him. He pushed the ring along Sui Qingchi's slender finger to the position where the imprint was, until it reached the fingertip of Sui Qingchi's ring finger Touching the palm of his hand, I felt the prickly callus on it.
Fu Cuo looked at the hand on which he had put the ring on himself, and put it down in satisfaction.
Sui Qingchi lowered her head and picked up the ring, and looked up at him. When he looked at him, his head was still slightly lowered, and his eyes were lifted up. That glance was a little sneaky, but the moment his eyelashes were raised, he was extremely charming.
He didn't say anything, just gestured to himself with his eyes, raised his eyebrows lightly, but Fu Cuo looked at those eyes and lost his mind. It wasn't until the pastor reminded him that he came back to his senses and handed his left hand to Sui Qing Chi.
Sui Qingchi held up his hand with his left hand, still in a daze, and pulled it forward calmly, before putting the ring on seriously. Fu Cuo saw his pursed lips loosen, then leaned over, clasped his fingers tightly, and gave himself a kiss as warm as the rain outside the window.
The pastor offered his blessings with a smile, and two relatives and friends who were invited temporarily were blessing them in foreign languages.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, they went to the photography shop. The photographer took a group of photos for them. Sui Qingchi was very comfortable with the camera, but Fu Cuo couldn't let it go. up.
In the middle of the filming, Sui Qingchi yelled to stop without warning, Fu Cuo was a little puzzled, seeing Sui Qingchi took a step over and said something to the photographer, the photographer nodded, and after a while, someone came over with an acoustic guitar , just as Fu Cuo understood a little bit, Sui Qingchi shook his head and added: "Electirc guitar, do you have elctric guitar?"
In the end, I found an electric guitar prop. Sui Qingchi picked it up from the camera assistant, turned around and handed it to him. Fu Cuo knowingly hung it up. Because it was a prop, it was a bit lighter, but it looked good. Then the guy from the photography shop brought a microphone and a microphone stand, and Sui Qingchi picked it up and placed it in front of the camera.
With the electric guitar, Fu Cuo felt much more at ease. Sui Qingchi stood beside him, holding a microphone stand in his left hand and a microphone in his right. The lamp, Fu Cuo stared at it, feeling dizzy with contentment, like standing on a stage.
He looked at Sui Qingchi, Sui Qingchi held the microphone and looked back at him.
It's been seven years.
When leaving the photography shop, Sui Qingchi and the store manager were still confirming something, Fu Cuo only heard Sui Qingchi say: "...fast, as fast as you."
He didn't ask anything, and waited patiently for Sui Qingchi to push the door and come out, and the two of them wandered the street together.
After taking the photo, it was almost dusk in the city. They were walking on the street. The rain had stopped, but the road was still wet. Sui Qingchi held the umbrella in his hand and said, "I don't think it will rain anymore. Throw it away." Bar."
Fu Cuo was surprised: "Why throw it away when it's fine?"
"I'm just joking." Sui Qingchi withdrew the hand that was about to insert the umbrella into the trash can, and carried it forward again. He kicked the tip of the umbrella to the ground, like a bored boy.
Fu Cuo looked at the front of the road, the setting sun shone through the gaps in the tall buildings, and the golden sunlight fell on the watery road in front of them. The two of them seemed to be walking on the light.
He never dreamed that he could take a walk with Sui Qingchi like this, and even see the rainbow together.
"Sui Qingchi, do you remember when we first met?" he asked.
"Remember," Sui Qingchi recalled, "you kicked over the trash I've worked so hard to sweep up."
He also wanted to emphasize "it was hard work", as if thinking of that mess of garbage, he was still very unwilling. Fu Cuo was a little funny: "I said I would clean it up for you, but you called me a dick."
Sui Qingchi denied it flatly: "I didn't."
He denied it firmly, and Fu Cuo laughed when he heard it: "Why do you dare to say it and not take it seriously? I heard it clearly. I remember your tone at that time."
Sui Qingchi didn't speak for a long time, only the tip of the umbrella stuck on the ground, and finally had to admit: "But you are really a bitch."
"You scolded me again."
Sui Qingchi lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled: "I didn't know that I would fall in love with such a dick boy."
Fu Cuo couldn't help but sigh: "It's the third time Sui Qingchi, can you stop scolding me just after getting married?"
This time Sui Qingchi closed his mouth, he stopped, approached his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Gag my mouth, quickly."
As he wished, he gagged his mouth. On the streets full of people coming and going, on the rainwater soaked in sunshine.