Early spring of 1998, early April.
The last interview that Ye Qing accepted during his lifetime was in a cramped recording studio.
The gray cotton sofas full of age are placed facing each other, and the strong light like a cauldron is projected down on the top, which raises the temperature in the recording studio by several degrees in a short time, making it look like Very hot.
The color of the floor is also gray, and there is no visible material, but it is so smooth that it is reflective, and it can vaguely reflect the reflection of the director group who was busy walking around during the filming and recording.
Watching this video now, the picture quality is rough and the tone is too dark, but Ye Qing is sitting opposite the host, wearing a soft sweater, his whole body is so quiet that it glows.
The eyebrows and eyes are like a landscape painting, with a few strokes that are neither light nor light, but outline a kind of almost sharp mourning tone.
The host was a face that Shao Si had never seen before. She had thin curly hair, and she was wearing black flared trousers with her legs folded together. She was only in her twenties, with a standard smile on her face. The front asked softly: "I want to ask, what do you think is the most important thing to you?"
Ye Qing stared at a certain corner first, and then shifted his gaze to the host's face for a while. His voice is very distinctive, and he can't forget it once he hears it.
"... love, freedom."
"The air and the space to express one's identity publicly."
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After Shao Si finished watching the entire interview, he pulled the progress bar back to that place and listened to his answer again.
I don't quite understand.
love? free? Both of these are easy to say, but what does the latter sentence mean
This interview video is unpublished content of the TV station. It was originally scheduled to be broadcast on April 13th at 8:00 p.m.
The police ruled it a suicide.
Shao Si was sitting on the carpet at the door of the bedroom, leaning against the door panel, staring at other information in the mailbox for a long time, the phone suddenly vibrated twice, the sound was much weakened by the plush carpet, and a text message lay quietly on his inbox.
— I can only find so many, no matter how much I can find, this video is my gift to you. If you have to search further, I can give you my brother's number. He is much better than me, but the price is also higher.
There is nothing wrong with these words at first glance, but after careful scrutiny, it is not difficult to find the tricks in them.
Since there is nothing to check, why recommend his so-called senior brother
Shao Si was too lazy to type a reply, so he dialed him directly, and the other end only picked up after two beeps. As usual, he used a voice changer, and his voice sounded weird, like an old monster with white hair and childlike face: "Hi, Hello."
"..." Shao Si bent his legs and changed his posture, "Is there no other sound? This one is too ugly."
"Yes, just wait a moment."
After a while, Shao Si heard the increasingly strange voice audition on the opposite side, and felt that it was better to give up on this person, so he directly cut to the point and asked: "You said that there is nothing to check, and you also said to give me your senior brother's number, So what's the problem with this?"
The other side was silent for two seconds.
"Actually, there is no problem, but I found a small forum back then. Of course, it has been closed now. I found its backup record. After restoring it, I found some strange things."
This small forum is somewhat similar to the current Tianya. It gathers a group of anonymous netizens who talk nonsense every day, and the news in it is mixed.
"It's hard to say, specifically, I will sort it out and send it to you tomorrow."
After speaking, it is convenient to hang up the phone.
Shao Si couldn't sleep in the first place, besides, at this kind of night, his emotions could easily ferment.
Countless guesses flashed through his mind for a moment, but he couldn't grasp any of them in the end.
Shao Si didn't continue to force himself on things that he couldn't figure out for the time being, he stood up with his arms propped up, and planned to go downstairs to have a glass of wine to pass the time.
The hotel selected by Ou Dao has good protection measures and complete facilities.
It was already past two o'clock in the morning when Shao Si went downstairs, most of the people had already gone to bed, and there were not even a few waiters in the restaurant downstairs.
He originally wanted to go directly to the bar to get the wine, but when he finished taking the wine and walked back, he stopped halfway in front of a black piano in the middle of the restaurant.
In fact, when Shao Si first debuted, the company formed an idol group for them, which was of a trial operation nature. It is to let a few of them trainees, imitate the baseball group, sing and dance, and show their faces on variety shows to become fans.
Although no one mentioned this non-existent 'B17' even now in retrospect, I still feel very stupid.
They were a group of 17 people. They only released an album once, held a few fan meetings, and appeared in two variety shows. Before the audience could even recognize their faces, they were forcibly disbanded by the company.
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Shao Si's singing is not very good, but fortunately, all the five notes are in tune, and the timbre is okay, but there is no emotion.
He can't sing bitter love songs, and he can't hum rap, let him bark passionately on the stage...it's better to let him die.
Shao Si used to be quite independent in B17. Most of the others closed their eyes, put their hands on their chests and grabbed their clothes, and sang affectionately and painfully. From time to time, they opened their eyes and gave the camera a cold and handsome look. However, Shao Si alone The man stood there without even twitching the corners of his mouth.
Although he sings without emotion, he has practiced the piano since he was a child.
Thinking about the past, Shao Si casually put the glass of wine aside, stood beside the piano, knocked a few notes casually to practice his hand, and then sat down and played the title song "Starry Sky" that was so stupid back then.
The light and sad melody slowly swayed in the empty restaurant.
"I want to send you a bunch of stars, snuggle in your ear and tell me that I love you, but why did you choose to go away and leave me here alone..."
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It was a complete accident that Gu Yanzhou would walk into the restaurant. He was just going to the gym to pick up things, and he stayed in the gym for a while in the evening, only now did he realize that he accidentally left a copy of the script in the locker room.
However, when passing the restaurant, I heard something coming from inside.
Shao Si's fingers were thin and long, and he danced unhurriedly on the keys. He closed his eyes, probably because he had already taken a bath and was going to sleep, the bangs on his forehead were tied with a small rubber band, exposing his entire forehead high up. He was wearing a loose-fitting black sweater, which made his complexion especially white, and the chandelier above his head was shining down, gently giving him a layer of edge.
Gu Yanzhou has always known that Shao Si looks very foul, and there is still a chill all over his body that no strangers should enter. He has a strong aura when he is not talking. He is close to 1.8 meters tall and has a thin body.
Perhaps the most attractive thing about Shao Si is this unapproachable sense of distance.
However, after a long time of contact, I found that he was just a lazy person to the bone.
Shao Si played very smoothly at the beginning, but at the end, he couldn't remember a few notes clearly. He tried all the similar notes, and the more he tried, the more chaotic he became, and finally he simply gave up. He opened his eyes, and found that Gu Yanzhou was leaning against the doorway and stared at him for an unknown amount of time: "... why are you here?"
Gu Yanzhou raised the stack of documents in his hand: "Take something. What about you?"
Shao Si bent one leg, tilted his head on his knee, and said, "I can't sleep, I have insomnia."
After he finished speaking, he reached for the wine glass that had just been placed beside him.
The ice cubes have melted by half, and the taste becomes a bit bland after adding water.
However, Gu Yanzhou came over, fixed the wall of the glass with three fingers, and pulled the glass of wine out of Shao Si's hand: "Just now I listened to you playing for so long, in return, I'll make you a glass of wine, what do you want to drink."
Shao Si still looked sluggish, lingering on the stool and refusing to move, so Gu Yanzhou went to hold his wrist again, and then pulled him up.
Shao Si followed behind him, watching Gu Yanzhou enter through the side door, while he was holding the wine glass, he bent over and lay on the edge of the bar, scribing his finger on the menu, finally pointing to the two big characters of 'Orange Juice' and said: "Here, can you squeeze oranges?"
Gu Yanzhou was holding two wine glasses, and was about to make him a martini. Hearing what he said, he couldn't help but put down the wine glasses, looked at him and said, "Are you serious?"
"Seriously, very seriously," Shao Si stood on tiptoe and glanced into the bar, worried, "... Is there a juicer?"
In the end, Gu Yanzhou really squeezed a glass of orange juice for him.
Shao Si watched him put up his sleeves and wash the oranges in the sink, then picked up the knife, skillfully cut and peeled the oranges.
The two chatted harmoniously, and Gu Yanzhou asked without raising his head while peeling the skin, "What's the name of the song you played just now?"
"It's better not to know, it's a very hypocritical song." Shao Si is sitting on a high round stool at the moment, with legs bent, toes pointing to the ground, swaying left and right, completely idle, " …Have you ever heard of a group called B17?"
After removing the last piece of skin, Gu Yanzhou put down the knife, wiped his hands with a tissue, raised his eyes and asked, "No, is it Korean?"
"No, made in China." Shao Si thought for a while, and added, "I was the captain back then."
Gu Yanzhou looked at him meaningfully and said, "No wonder they disbanded."
"..." Shao Si knocked on the table dissatisfied, "What do you mean?"
Gu Yanzhou poured the squeezed juice into the glass, pushed it to him, and said by the way: "It's not interesting, your orange juice, use it slowly."
Shao Si took it over, twisted the straw with one hand and supported the cup with the other: "Thank you."
The matter finally developed into Shao Si drinking orange juice and chatting with Gu Yanzhou about those trivial things when he first debuted.
At that time, seventeen people squeezed into a dressing room, and the time to change costumes was less than ten minutes.
Everything is small, so is happiness, and so is trouble.
They are like newly sown seeds, a few drops of rain, a few wisps of wind are all.
One day, Chi Zijun's Weibo gained dozens of fans, and he was so happy that he was so happy all day long. He even sent a congratulatory message to celebrate the number of thousands of fans.
"... But someone like you should not have experienced this." Shao Si propped his head up after speaking, and watched Gu Yanzhou pour himself a glass of vodka, add three cubes of ice, and continued, "You will get a prize as soon as you debut If you get soft hands, do you know what people say about you outside, saying that you are the king of cheating actors?"
Can it be like opening up, a work is a god.
"Stop reading those messy reports," Gu Yanzhou said with the corners of his mouth pulled up, "You were still playing with mud when I was playing tricks."