In the chief physician's office, Dr. Wilson told them about the operation, and Fu Cuo actually knew everything about it, mainly to Sui Qingchi. Sui Qingchi was sitting next to him, he was still that young academic master, communication in English was not a problem for him, he was not as at a loss as he was when he first came here.
After Dr. Wilson and Sui Qingchi finished talking about the operation plan, they also talked about the various risks of the operation, including postoperative complications. Sui Qingchi listened silently, without any special expression.
After that, Fu Cuo signed his name on the operation sheet, followed by his family members.
Sui Qingchi took his pen and wrote "Sui Qingchi" in the column of family members.
Then he put down the pen, turned to look at him, and smiled: "It's done, it's that simple."
They went to the local Chinatown that day, and they had lunch and dinner at Chinese restaurants. There are many Chinese restaurants, including Cantonese cuisine, Sichuan cuisine, and tastes from all corners of the country. When they found one that looked good, they went in. During the meal, Sui Qingchi was recognized by a group of Chinese students who came to the dinner party, and the whole restaurant was boiling, Sui Tianwang was forced to take a lot of photos, and rarely refused, only when a little girl was so excited that she couldn't stop talking, Said: "I'm hungry, aren't you hungry?" Then the girl blushed and said goodbye with embarrassment, leaving the two of them to have a good meal.
The head waiter of the restaurant also liked Sui Tianwang, and when she saw the ring on his hand, she was surprised and asked softly, "Are you married?"
Sui Qingchi nodded, looked at him with a smile.
Fu mistakenly felt that it was too exaggerated for two people to spend thousands of dollars for a meal, and Sui Qingchi ordered a large table and couldn't finish it. When he was still concentrating on eating a plate of squirrel mandarin fish, Sui Qingchi emptied the plate He left and said: "Don't eat, there will be others later, you have some stomach."
He couldn't laugh or cry, and said, "I just like to eat fish."
Sui Qingchi returned the fish to him with an attitude of resignation, and kept reminding him while he was eating: "You should eat less."
Finally, when Dongpo's elbow came up, he really couldn't eat anymore, Sui Qingchi leaned back on the back of the chair, staring at him blamingly.
When he went to the counter to check out, Fu Cuo couldn't help but said, "Why do you order so much?"
Sui Qingchi knocked on the counter with the VISA card between his fingers, as if he was very comfortable spending the money: "We used to eat noodles all the time, but we didn't have a good meal with you, so I don't want to be reconciled when I think about it."
How can this be a good meal, this must be a good ten meals, Fu Cuo thought, but he didn't say anything, just said: "I also ate hot pot and barbecue together."
"That's the AA system, it's different." Sui Qingchi swiped the card, and when he pressed the password, Fu Cuo recognized the position of his finger at a glance, and those few numbers made his chest feel like being pulled.
Sui Qingchi still doesn't know about the exposure of the bank card password, and still uses the same password all the time.
Hope you didn't get tricked out again while drunk What is the password...
"What's wrong?" Sui Qingchi turned to see him in a daze, and asked, "Are you full?"
Fu Cuo was helpless, and said: "It feels like a waste if you can't finish it." And this restaurant is not allowed to take out, "If it is revealed that you spend a lot of money overseas and waste food, you will have another bad meal."
"You still have the strength to worry about me being hacked," Sui Qingchi signed the form, "It's pretty good. But do I care what others say?" He put on his sunglasses, ticked the corner of his mouth disdainfully, "Can't a person be willful once in his life?"
Fu Cuo could only smile back. I really want to see a young man like you for a hundred years.
There was a heavy rain yesterday, and today the weather is particularly good. In the afternoon, they were basking in the sun and walking slowly on the road. When they passed by the window on the street, Sui Qingchi looked at the reflection of the two people on the window, suddenly laughed, and said : "Aren't we like two lions who came out to eat after they were full?"
Fu Cuo looked over and thought, yes, it seems that there is no lion group, only two male lions of each other, they chase and play on the grassland, hunt together, lick each other, two together can dominate the grassland, if one of them Only gone, the other will soon lose everything...
... Don't think about it anymore, he tried his best to get the bad thoughts out of his mind, turned around and saw Sui Qingchi stopped in front of a fruit stand, bent over to check the price of the fruit, he picked up a bright red apple, lowered his head and sniffed it , and then bought two apples with the change in his pocket, took a bite himself, and walked towards him with the other in his hand. On the shoulders, it looks like a lens in a film film with an acoustic guitar BGM.
Fu Cuo caught the apple thrown by Sui Qingchi, with the warmth of his palm on it. He smiled and thought, I have to live for this lion.
Sui Qingchi took him back to the hospital that night, and managed to stay until one o'clock in the morning. The photography shop was also very reliable, and sent a repaired photo that night. Sui Qingchi was sitting on the sofa chair, with his back arched and his elbows resting on his shoulders. Next to his bed, he showed him the photos in his mobile phone and said, "You want the photos on the bedside."
It's the one they're looking at.
It's unbelievable, Fu Cuo looked at the photos, they looked too young.
On the last day before the operation, Sui Qingchi asked him if he wanted to go to a place together.
"But it's a bit far, so I have to drive there."
It was really a little far away, he fell asleep in the car, and was finally woken up by Sui Qingchi.
The sun was in the sky, and when he opened his eyes, he felt the sun was dazzling, but he saw a long shadow cast on them. The shadow extended from him to Sui Qingchi, and from the inside of the car to the outside of the car. It was obviously a giant. He sat up, and Sui Qingchi's motorcycle jacket slid down, and he saw the huge Ferris wheel outside the car window.
"I heard that this Ferris wheel is only open in this season, and I don't know if it's true," Sui Qingchi picked up the jacket that had slipped to his feet, patted it on his shoulders, and said to him, " You're a lucky guy."
The age of this Ferris wheel should be older than the Eye of D City. The cockpit is not a capsule cabin, but an old-fashioned hexagonal pod, but it is still big enough, so it is still magnificent when looking up.
They spent more than three hours driving just to take a ride on the Ferris wheel. This seemed like something Sui Qingchi could do. It was really hardcore, but he liked it very much.
After buying and cutting the tickets, they stepped into the cabin of the Ferris wheel that they had not seen for many years, and it climbed steadily under their feet. Day after day, year after year, these small tin boxes tirelessly do this circular motion, carrying a group of primates close to the sky, experiencing happiness, until they become old-timers in the world of Ferris wheels, each seat is more powerful than it. Big Ferris wheels are born, but each one will be remembered.
Sui Qingchi turned around and sat down on the chair, with her elbows on her knees, looked up at him, and said, "Do you still want to write a song? It's called "You Come to the Ferris Wheel with Puzzled Style"?"
Fu Cuo smiled, the scenery outside the window is so clear, the only regret is that the skyline of this city is unfamiliar, this is another city, not their city.
The pod carried them higher and higher, and Sui Qingchi was sitting opposite him. Behind him, the other pods began to fall slowly one by one. The previous pod reached the highest point, and then it was their turn. up.
The skylines of strange cities suddenly disappeared. They disappeared behind Sui Qingchi, and there was only an endless blue sky around. There was no cloud in the sky. In the space without reference objects, Fu mistakenly felt that time was suspended, maybe it was only for them For a minute, in this minute he returned to the eyes of City D, Sui Qingchi sat opposite him, leaning forward, two long legs stepped forward, one of them insisted on stepping on his feet In between, leaning against him, then looking up at him, smiling at him in this eternal moment, releasing countless hormones, and a sense of happiness.
He is like an angel, he is immortal.
When I went back to the hospital that night, the head nurse was angry. Fu Cuo obediently asked the medical staff to shave his hair off. Sui Qingchi stood aside with his arms folded and looked at him. What are you thinking.
After that they could only stay in the ward and could not go anywhere. Fu Cuo was lying on the hospital bed, and Sui Qingchi was sitting on the sofa chair to accompany him. Time passed quickly, and the hospital became quiet again. Sui Qingchi glanced at the corridor where there were no more people coming and going, and suddenly got up, He went to the door and turned off the light in the ward.
When the nurse passed the door, she took a look inside. Sui Qingchi was by the door, but she didn't see him, so she turned and left.
The ward became quiet, Sui Qingchi walked to the bed and whispered, "I'm coming up, will this bed collapse?"
Fu Cuo said: "You are not Iron Man."
Sui Qingchi sat on the edge of the bed, took off her shoes, and lay down on her side. The bed was very firm, only the quilt made a rustling sound. Sui Qingchi didn't take up much space, her shoulders leaned on the pillow, and her familiar weight pressed down on Fu Cuo's quilt.
There is a hidden sense of happiness in the dark ward, like their first night in the rental house, no one dared to make a sound, love was sneaky and cautious.
It will be dawn in six hours, and Fu Cuo is counting down in his heart, reluctant to close his eyes.
"Go to sleep." Sui Qingchi looked down at him, "I'll be with you."
"I can't sleep. Let's talk."
"What are you talking about?" Sui Qingchi thought for a while, "Will your grandma be disappointed in you? Why did you find a man? If she is so angry that she wants to hit you, I will stand in front of you and let her hit me. I will apologize to her."
Fu Cuo laughed hoarsely: "No, she is very open-minded, and she would say, 'Although I'm not a girl, I'm a bit regretful, but she looks pretty and sings well'."
Sui Qingchi smiled: "I only have these two advantages."
"She will also say, 'Xiao Sui is still very cute. Although he likes to get into trouble, he is smart, can make money, and has a strong boyfriend'," he glanced at Sui Qingchi, "You have a lot of advantages in this way .”
Sui Qingchi smiled silently, looked outside the ward, and said in a low voice, "My technique is fine."
Fu Cuo had nothing to say, Sui Qingchi was lying a little higher than him, his chin was very close to him when he was talking, and his ambiguous breath was sprayed on top of his eyelids.
"Let's talk about the King of the Abyss." Fu Cuo said.
"The King of the Abyss..." Sui Qingchi murmured, "It is the most arrogant cat I have ever seen in my life." He glanced at Fu Cuo, "But he likes you." It fell in love with you at first sight , it is a cat with good eyesight, it seems to remind me not to miss you.
"But I think it likes you more." Fu Cuo said, "Every time you feed it and walk away, it will come out to peek at you and watch you go away. You are right, it is the world's most Tsundere cat."
Sui Qingchi was silent for a long time, then said softly: "... I still feel sorry for it." He looked at the ceiling, "Sometimes I really miss it."
"You have a dog now." Fu Cuo said, "Is it okay?"
"I put it in foster care at Bell Island."
"Clock Island?"
"Doesn't he look like me? I hope it can recognize Zhong Dao as me."
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi's suddenly quiet side face, and didn't speak. After a long time, he said: "After I get married, I want to live by the sea, watch the sunrise on the sea every day, and there will be no shadow in my heart for the rest of my life."
"Okay," Sui Qingchi replied, "We live by the sea, watch the sunrise, eat seafood, and surf together."
Fu Cuo couldn't help laughing out loud.
"What else are you thinking about?" Sui Qingchi asked.
I still want to grow old with you. Fu Cuo said in his heart, when we are 70 or 80, if one of them gets sick, the other can die with him. We choose a comfortable day, lie in bed, close our eyes, listen to the sound of the waves, as if we have fallen asleep , death will flood into the bedroom like water, flooding our bed, flooding you, flooding me.
"I still want to hear you sing. Watching the sunrise on the sea every day, listening to you sing, there will be no shadow in the next life."
"Won't you get tired of listening to it every day?"
"No," Fu Cuo said, "Your voice will change, you will be old Sui Qingchi, every stage is different, and it's not a single cycle."
Sui Qingchi put his shoulders off the pillow, lay down with him, and whispered with a sigh: "But I like the single cycle."
Then they didn't speak any more, just hugged each other.
It was dawn, people were waking up, and the hospital was busy. This moment came unexpectedly.
Fu Cuo's operation was scheduled at ten o'clock in the morning, and the mobile hospital bed was pushed into the operation area. Sui Qingchi could no longer accompany him for the rest of the way, so he stopped outside the door. The medical staff opened the door of the operating area, and when the hospital bed was about to be pushed behind the door, Sui Qingchi suddenly reached out and pressed on the armrest of the hospital bed.
The push bed was suddenly stopped by him, and the wheels creaked on the floor. The medical staff looked up at him. Sui Qingchi ignored others, walked to the bed, bowed his head and said four words to him:
"See you later."
Sui Qingchi held his hand, just like they did when they were brothers in Xifeng, but they held it tightly, and then pressed on his chest before letting go.
The medical staff pushed away the hospital bed, and Fu Cuo turned his head to see Sui Qingchi's figure blocked by the door. If this was the last scene of his life, then Sui Qingchi had accompanied him to the last few minutes of his life. If he is lucky enough to survive, he will remember this scene for the rest of his life, and he will never dare to be separated from him by such a long distance for the rest of his life.
Lying under the shadowless lamp, the lamp was very bright, and the surrounding area seemed very dark. He didn't want this to be the last memory left in his mind, so he kept thinking about it, as if he was rewinding the tape for himself, thinking of Sui Qingchi's powerful right hand holding The feeling when holding him, the feeling of his chest when the back of his hand is pressed against Sui Qingchi's chest, the firm heartbeat of his...
Sui Qingchi is waiting outside now, and he will suffer for four or five hours. He doesn't know if Sui Qingchi is still as calm as he seems these days, trying his best to pretend nothing happened, it may be true It's already as if nothing happened, so I ask "how much time do we have", and when I say "it's best that people who see us can't forget us", they will say "I hope it regards Zhong Dao as me".
You still haven't changed, Sui Qingchi, you are ruthless enough, so you didn't leave me a way out, I can only live desperately. But what if I fight to the death or lose
The indwelling needle was inserted into the vein, and Fu Cuo remembered that on the afternoon when he decided to have the operation, he borrowed an acoustic guitar and went to a nearby park alone.
He found a place with a good view, hugged the borrowed acoustic guitar, set up his mobile phone, and started the video. The bridge of the guitar appeared in the center of the camera, and the six strings were shining in the sun. The guitar backed away, and the camera framed him sitting on a bench in a white T-shirt, with trees and lawns behind him, and the sun shone on him, making him look sick and haggard.
Facing the mobile phone, he imagined that the opposite was Sui Qingchi who would see this video in a few days, and said, "Mr. Sui Qingchi, the lead singer of Xifeng, I have a song for you."
Then he lowered his head and plucked the strings. His fingers felt uncomfortable, but he missed the feeling of his fingertips touching the strings again. This string of crisp guitar sounds accompanied him all his life, and music was something he couldn’t let go of in his life. exist.
He played "Beautiful", the first song of West Wind. He didn't sing the lyrics, but just hummed softly. The first line rushed to his lips, and tears rushed to his eyes. This was the first song, and maybe the last song, and he couldn't sing it.
After humming the song, he picked up the guitar, looked at the curly strings on the headstock, and said, "I borrowed this from a black guy in the guitar store. He doesn't cut the strings like you. In this regard, I am a bit obsessive-compulsive, I always want to trim those untrimmed guitars, and now I am used to it, maybe it’s because I’ve been with you for too long.” He plucked the head of the piano The rolled strings, said to the other end of the phone, "You really 'bent' me."
He put the acoustic guitar aside, leaned against the backpack, arched his back, facing the screen, and said:
"I have a secret to tell you. Prepare to know it." He stopped here, and a warm wind in the park blew his T-shirt. "Are you ready? Three... two... one."
He counted down by himself, clapped his hands after counting, laughed, and then said seriously to the camera:
"The song Beautiful is written for you."
He could imagine that at the other end of time and space, Sui Qingchi would frown when he saw this place, and said with a wry smile, "Impossible, I don't believe it...".
"Actually, at the corner of the school corridor, before you scolded me, we met each other. On September 17, 20XX, on a bus, No. 111, a bit old, with a red body, that day You are wearing a white baseball cap," he said, taking out a baseball cap from the backpack at the side and putting it on, pressing down the brim of the hat, Xue Sui Qingchi pressed it to almost the height of the eyebrows, and found that this could only Only by raising your head slightly can you have a wide field of vision. It’s really good in the second grade. You need to be cool and handsome but you don’t have to have a field of vision. He took off the hat, held it in his hand, looked at the two overlapping letters of NY on it, and sighed, "You were such a young master back then."
The situation in the car that day appeared in front of my eyes again. That boy, those eyes, life may really be meaningless, and all the joy and pain in the future will only originate from such a moment of probability. But it's wonderful.
"I didn't know your name at that time." He stared at the camera and couldn't help saying, "I wrote a song for you before I knew your name."
Someone at the other end of the park was shouting something, maybe it was the name of a golden retriever, he remembered the dog thing, regained his senses, and continued to record the video:
"We saw a movie in the rental house called "Once Upon a Time in America". You picked it. I thought some of the content was quite exciting, but you fell asleep watching it. If you saw it, you would definitely lift your spirits. Not much Having said that, you can watch it for yourself someday. I remember a passage in that movie, and I revisited it a few days ago and memorized it," he glanced at his palm, raised his head and spoke in English. Say, "'When I'm tired of everything, I think of you, and think of you somewhere in the world living and existing, and I'm willing to put up with everything, and your presence means a lot to me.' "Paused, "But you guessed it. Why did you guess it? If you didn't guess it, you will receive a postcard from me every year in the future. I have thought about it. At first, once a year One postcard, one postcard in the next two years, one postcard in three years, and one postcard in five years, so that you will gradually forget about me. I will send you a postcard from the moon for the last postcard. If the calculation is correct, then you will Must be 80 years old."
What will Sui Qingchi look like at the age of eighty? Will he be alone, or will he have a new love? How many dogs and cats have he raised? He, will he see a person like him in the crowd, with a little tears in his eyes
"Just kidding, there is no such service of sending postcards on a regular basis, and I have decided to have surgery a long time ago. Before I shaved my hair, I came here to record this video for you. I still remember that year when you went to the hospital to sew up after a fight. Needles, your frightened expression when the doctor said you were going to shave your hair, the way you covered your eyes with your hands when the doctor pushed your hair, and the way you covered your ears and steal the bell was really funny, the doctor pressed the back of your head and said that if you were ugly, don’t fight with others... In fact, later I shaved my body and made AK and Tan Si so handsome, but I might not be able to do it. I might be really ugly, so ugly, the last thing I want to be seen by you, even if you are the last person in this world who will dislike me The one... I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth at the first time, because I have something growing in my head. At the last moment of my life, my posture must not be so good-looking. I just want you to remember my best appearance. I hope you remember Remember how I can play thirteen times, remember how I play basketball, how I play guitar. Can you remember them all?"
He was a little choked up, and tried to hold it back. He still hasn't said the most important sentence:
"No matter what the result of the operation is, I hope you can live a good life. Sui Qingchi, I don't care about heaven, nor do I want to go to hell. I miss this world the most. Don't follow me blindly. The places you go may not be With me, if you miss me, you can sing our songs, and I am in those songs. Otherwise, why do we write songs? Because the world is worth it.”
He said it so earnestly that he almost knelt down in his heart, please don't chase me to death, even if you think it's not worth it now, please wait patiently and believe me again.
“I left six songs for you on my laptop that I wrote during this time, and they contain the best of me as a musician. Whenever you feel ready to stop being sad, put them Make it out, sing it to everyone, sing it to the flowers, plants, trees, stars in the universe, let me live in your song, then no one can separate us."
"Remember what you said to me the other day we were walking in the tunnel?"
"You are right."
You are right, Sui Qingchi...
Fu Cuo closed his eyes, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually became blurred. At the last second when he closed his eyes, he thought, in a few hours, whether he could open his eyes or not, Sui Qingchi would see him The things I wanted to say to him.
In a trance, he had a dream, as if someone carefully sorted out his life and pressed the replay button, and then all the wonderful pictures rushed like a wave. He saw West Wind on the small stage of the Livehouse, Hearing the hurricane guitar, the fierce drum beat, the bass bass, and then a sound that exploded like light, it wasn't Song Kai, it wasn't He Bin, it wasn't Fan Fan, that figure flickered under the light, like a black hole, like a sun. And then every performance, every shout, every frantic plucking of the strings, every time his lead singer gave his songs a radiant glow with a beautiful voice...
Then he saw Tan Si when he was young again, he was dumping his beloved Tiger modified car into the old warehouse, sticking his head out from the driver's window, asking them to help look behind;
I also saw a laughing AK, who bent over with a smile behind the drum set, and held up his mobile phone to share a funny video with them;
there is one more person...
Looking back a little bit, his heart beat faster, he stood in the familiar balcony corridor, the door at the end was gently pushed open by the wind, he walked over, and saw the shoes in the entrance, the black umbrella leaning against the entrance, placed in the bathroom Twenty-year-old Sui Qingchi leaned lazily on the washing machine outside, and the old sofa with frayed edges, holding in his arms the acoustic guitar he gave him on his birthday. The head curled round and round, without a single crack in the neck.
It's not bad at all, and the sound is still so good, but it's not as good as this man's crooning.
He walked in, Sui Qingchi looked up at him, the sunlight outside the window poured in through the big tree, making the smile and brilliance in his eyes illuminate his whole world.