Chapter 38

Early spring, early April, 1998.

Ye Qingsheng's last interview was in a cramped studio.

The gray cotton sofa full of the sense of age is placed face to face. On the top is a strong light like a big pot, which is projected down. Soon, the temperature in this recording studio is raised several degrees, making it look hot and dry.

The color of the floor is also gray, no material can be seen, but it is smooth to reflect light, which can vaguely reflect the busy walking of the director group nearby when shooting and recording.

Looking at this video again, the quality of the picture is rough and the tone is dark. But ye Qing is sitting opposite the host, wearing a soft sweater, and the whole person is quiet enough to shine.

It looks like a landscape painting, with a few strokes, but it outlines a kind of almost sharp sad tone.

The host is a face that shaosi has never seen before. She has curly hair and black bell bottoms. Her legs are folded together. She is only in her twenties. She has a standard smile on her face. She looks in front of her and asks softly, "what do you think is the most important thing for you?"

Ye Qing's eyes are fixed on a corner first, and then he moves his eyes to the host's face after half a sound. His voice is very distinctive and can't be forgotten after listening to it.

“…… Love, freedom. "

"The air and space to express one's identity openly."

……

After reading the whole interview, shaosi pulled the progress bar back to that place and listened to his answer again.

I don't quite understand.

Love? Freedom? It's easy to say both, but what's the meaning of the last sentence?

This interview video was not disclosed by the TV station. It was originally scheduled to be broadcast on station 12 at 8:00 p.m. on April 13, but the night before it was close to zero, Ye Qing fell from a high building and died on the spot.

Police determined that he committed suicide.

Shaosi was sitting on the carpet at the door of his bedroom, leaning back against the door panel, staring at other information in his mailbox for a long time. His mobile phone suddenly vibrated twice. Under the effect of the plush carpet, his voice weakened a lot, and a text message lay quietly in his mailbox.

I can only find so many. No matter how many, I can't find any more. This video is my gift to you. You have to go down and check again. I can give you my elder martial brother's number. He is much more powerful than me, but the price is also higher.

At first glance, there is nothing wrong with this remark, but after careful deliberation, it is not difficult to find the trickiness.

Since there is nothing to check, why recommend his so-called elder martial brother?

Shao Si didn't bother to reply by typing. He called him directly, and then he picked up the "Du" two times. As usual, he used a voice changer. It sounded strange, like an old monster: "hello."

“…… ” Shaosi curled his legs and changed his posture. "Is there no other voice? This is too bad to hear

"Yes, just a moment."

After half a sound, Shao Si heard the more and more strange audition on the opposite side. He thought he'd better give up the man and cut into the subject directly. He asked, "you said there's nothing to check, and you gave me your elder martial brother's number, so what's the problem in this matter?"

Two seconds of silence.

"In fact, there is no problem, but I found a small forum in those years. Of course, it has been closed now. I found its backup record - after recovery, I found some strange things."

This small forum, a bit like Tianya now, gathers a group of anonymous netizens and talks nonsense every day. The news inside is mixed.

"It's hard to say. I'll send it to you tomorrow."

With that, hang up for convenience.

Shaosi couldn't sleep at all. Moreover, in this kind of night, his mood was easy to ferment.

There were countless guesses in his mind, but none of them could be grasped in the end.

For the time being, shaosi didn't continue to force himself. He stood up with his arms and planned to go downstairs to have a drink to pass the time.

The hotel of Ou daoxuan has good protection measures and complete facilities.

When shaosi went downstairs, it was more than two o'clock in the morning. Most of the people had already gone to bed. There were not many waiters in the downstairs restaurant.

He wanted to go directly to the bar to get the wine, but when he went back, he stopped in front of a black piano in the middle of the restaurant.

In fact, when Shao Si just started his career, the company set up an idol group for them, which was a trial operation. That is to let them imitate Bangguo tiantuan, sing and dance, and go on variety show.

Although no one mentioned this "B17" which has no sense of existence, even now I think it's very stupid.

They had only one album, several fan meetings and two variety shows. The audience didn't even recognize their faces before they were forced to disband by the company.

……

Shaosi's singing is not very good, but fortunately, the five tones are in tune and the timbre is OK, but there is no emotion.He can't sing bitter love songs or hum rap, which makes him bark on the stage with passion It's better to ask him to die.

Shaosi used to be quite independent in B17. Most of the others were close their eyes, hands on their chest, holding clothes, singing with deep emotion and pain on their face. From time to time, shaosi opened his eyes to give the camera a cold and handsome look. However, shaosi stood there alone and didn't even tick the corner of his mouth.

Although he does not sing with emotion, he has been practicing piano since childhood.

Thinking about the past, shaosi put the glass of wine aside, stood beside the piano, knocked a few notes to practice, and then sat down to play the original stupid song "stars all over the sky".

The light and sad melody slowly swings in the open dining room.

"I want to send you a bunch of stars, Nestle in your ear and tell me I love you, but why do you choose to go away and leave me here alone..."

……

It was an accident that Gu Yanzhou would walk into the restaurant. He used to just go to the gym to get things. He stayed in the gym for a while in the evening, but now he found that he accidentally left a copy of the script in the dressing room.

However, when I passed the restaurant, I heard something coming out of it.

Shaosi's fingers were long and thin, and he danced slowly on the keys. He closed his eyes, maybe because he had taken a bath and was ready to go to bed, bangs in front of his forehead were tied up with a small rubber band, and the whole forehead was exposed. He was wearing a loose black sweater, which made his complexion especially white. The overhead chandelier was shining down, and he gently crossed the edge.

Gu Yanzhou always knew that director Shao had to break the rules. He was still chilly that strangers should not enter. When he didn't speak, he had a strong air. He was nearly 1.8 meters tall and thin.

Perhaps the most attractive thing about Shao Si is the sense of distance.

However, contact for a long time, found that he is just a lazy to the bone of the people.

Shao Si played very smoothly in front of him. At the end of the game, he couldn't remember several sounds clearly. He tried all the similar sounds again. The more he tried, the more confused he became. Finally, he simply gave up. He opened his eyes and found Gu Yanzhou leaning against the door. He didn't know how long he had been looking at him What are you doing here? "

Gu Yanzhou raised the stack of documents in his hand: "take things. And you? "

Shaosi curled up one leg, put his head askew on his knee and said, "I can't sleep. I have insomnia."

With that, he reached for the glass he had just put on the side.

The ice has been half opened, and the taste becomes a little pale after mixing with water.

However, Gu Yanzhou came over and fixed the wall of the glass with three fingers. He took the glass of wine out of shaosi's hand and said, "I heard you play for so long just now. In return, I'll make you a glass of wine and what I want to drink."

Shao Si was still lazy and refused to move on the stool, so Gu Yanzhou went to hold his wrist again and pulled him up.

Shao Si followed him and watched Gu Yanzhou go in through the side door. While he was holding the glass, he bent over the bar and scratched the menu with his fingers. Finally, he pointed to the big word "orange juice" and said, "well, can you squeeze oranges?"

Gu Yanzhou, holding two wine glasses, was preparing to make Martini for him. After listening to what he said, he couldn't help but put down his wine glasses and looked at him and said, "are you serious?"

"Serious, especially serious," shaosi stood on tiptoe and looked into the bar, worried Do you have a juicer

Finally, Gu Yanzhou really squeezed a glass of orange juice for him.

Shaosi watched him put up his sleeve and wash the oranges in the sink. Then he picked up the knife and skilfully cut and peeled them.

They chatted harmoniously. Gu Yanzhou peeled his skin and asked, "what's the name of the song you just played?"

"You'd better not know it. It's a very sentimental song." Shao Si was sitting on a high round stool with his legs bent and his toes pointing to the ground. He was completely idle Have you ever heard of a group called B17? "

Gu Yanzhou finished the last piece of skin, put down his knife, wiped his hands with a tissue, raised his eyes and asked, "no, Korean?"

"No, domestic." Shaosi thought about it and added, "I was still the team leader."

Gu Yanzhou looked at him and said, "no wonder it's disbanded."

“……” Shao Si knocked on the table discontentedly, "what do you mean?"

Gu Yanzhou poured the squeezed juice into the glass and pushed it to him. By the way, he said, "it's not interesting. Your orange juice, use it slowly."

Shaosi took it over, twirling the straw in one hand and holding the cup in the other, and said, "thank you."

It turns out that Shao Si drinks orange juice and talks with Gu Yanzhou about the trivia of his debut.

At that time, 17 people crowded into a dressing room, and the time to change their costumes was less than 10 minutes.

Everything is small, so is happiness and trouble.

They are like the seeds just sown. A few drops of rain and a few wisps of wind are all.

Chi Zijun's microblog rose by dozens one day, and his fans were very happy. After a whole day's happiness, he even sent a congratulatory message to celebrate his thousands of fans.“…… But people like you should not have experienced this. " Shao said, holding his head, watching Gu Yanzhou pour himself a cup of vodka and three pieces of ice. He continued, "as soon as you come out, you win the prize and get soft hands. Do you know what people say about you? You are the plug-in movie king."

Can't it be that a piece of work is God like.

"Don't read those messy reports," Gu Yanzhou said. "You're still playing with mud when I run the Dragon suit."

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