Chapter 230 Disco Elysium
After completing the lottery redemption process, Su Chengyi stood on the side of the busy street waiting for the bus.
It was during the morning rush hour, so I had to wait for ten minutes for the bus to arrive.
After getting on the bus and being squeezed by the crowd, Su Chengyi realized in hindsight that he didn't need to be so frugal now.
It seems that he is more or less a rich man.
The phone in his pocket kept vibrating, and Su Chengyi took it out with great difficulty. The caller ID showed a completely unexpected name.
"Hello, hello."
The car was noisy, Su Chengyi covered the receiver and said in a low voice.
"Hello, Chengyi. I am Li Qingshan. Congratulations on your excellent score in science."
Li Laowen's voice came from the other end.
Su Chengyi was a little surprised for a moment, because he thought that the phone number Mr. Li gave him at that time belonged to an assistant or a staff member, but he did not expect that it was really him who was using it.
"Ah, thank you."
"Do you have time today? I'll treat you to lunch later."
".Lunch? Okay, I have time."< br>
Although I don’t understand why, people like Mr. Li, who are Chinese-style music masters, are well-known figures everywhere, so it’s always good to have more exposure to them.
After Su Chengyi agreed, he got off the bus at the next stop. After asking for the address, Mr. Li said that he would send a car to pick him up.
Only two minutes later, a very familiar black car suddenly braked and stopped next to him.
It’s a Lincoln Navigator.
The rapidly turning wheels kicked up dust on the roadside, and Su Chengyi immediately took two steps back.
The driver rolled down the window without hesitation and greeted him with his big teeth bared.
"Smash it!"
Su Chengyi coughed twice and nodded in response.
“Sure!”
At this time, Zhao Meng, who was sitting in the passenger seat, also leaned out to say hello with a friendly smile.
Su Zelang took off his sunglasses and waved for him to come closer and talk.
"Where are we going? Get in the car, dad will take you there.
Why haven't you answered my phone calls in the past two days? You have finished the college entrance examination, and dad has to take you out to play."< br>
Su Chengyi really didn’t refuse to answer on purpose, it was just that the opportunity just happened to miss. He was either taking a shower or reading a book.
After he answered truthfully, Su Zelang looked unbelieving.
“What books are you going to read after you have finished the college entrance examination?”
Su Chengyi was noncommittal and did not answer.
He was reading a book.
The car parked for too long, and Su Xiaoxue in the back row became impatient and shouted loudly:
"Hurry up and leave!"
Su Zelang said as he spoke "Okay, okay, let's go now", while still looking at Su Chengyi, he asked:
"Son, do you want to go to the amusement park?"
Su Chengyi raised his eyebrows, with a faint sneer on his face.
Su Zelang was silent for a moment, realizing that he had never taken Su Chengyi to an amusement park when he was a child. Now that he was almost an adult, he asked this question.
"Chengyi, if you have time, how about you come home and help your sister with her homework?"
Zhao Meng, of course, also saw a lot of news about the number one scholar in science during this period, and asked with a smile. road.
Su Xiaoxue immediately began to scream in protest.
Su Chengyi smiled slightly and replied slowly:
"My time is very expensive now."
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Zhao Meng was choked. Suddenly, the smile on his face became a little stiff.
When the scene was a little awkward, a Hongqi H7 slowly parked on the side of the road.
"The car to pick me up is here, bye."
Su Chengyi waved his hand and walked straight over without looking back.
I was a little surprised when I opened the car door. I didn't expect that Mr. Li was already in the car. It was still early for lunch.
“Congratulations, Number One Scholar.”
Mr. Li has not changed much from the last school anniversary, he is still smiling.
The two shook hands briefly and exchanged a few words.
Mr. Li may have seen his doubts and explained:
"It's still early, I want you to accompany me to a place."
Su Chengyi nodded, He didn't ask where he was going, so Mr. Li didn't explain.
As the scenery outside the car changed, Mr. Li's expression became more serious as he got closer to his destination.
In the end, there was no smile at all.
Su Chengyi didn't even need to look out the window. He just felt the atmosphere in the car and roughly guessed where he was going.
So his mood became heavy.
After getting off the bus, Su Chengyi discovered that Mr. Li was dressed very formally today, wearing a black tunic suit.
In my impression, he didn't even dress so formally when he won the Best Composer Award.
Because this was criticized by the unscrupulous media at the time, the newspaper headline was "Composer Li Qingshan is proud of his talent and has no respect for the organizer."
The driver took out a bouquet of packaged chrysanthemums from the trunk and handed it to Mr. Li with both hands.
Su Chengyi took the lead and raised his hand to indicate that he could leave.
Lao Li's frozen expression relaxed and he walked inside with a smile.
Today is a working day, and it is not a holiday to pay homage to the deceased.
So the whole cemetery was deserted. The two of them walked along and heard only the chirping of birds.
When he finally reached the tombstone with the words "Yang Zhiyuan" engraved on it, Su Chengyi slowly lowered his head.
He never dared to look at the black and white photo on the tombstone.
The stone tablet was carefully wiped and the surrounding area was also cleaned very clean. Apparently people often came to pay homage.
After his grandfather passed away, Su Chengyi rarely came here.
After a person passes away, if you don’t think about it deliberately, he will seem to be still alive in your memory, fresh and real.
But standing in front of such a real tombstone, all illusions will be shattered.
You can only face the reality that heaven and man are separated.
At this time, someone tapped her shoulder lightly. Su Chengyi turned around and saw Mr. Li smiling and saying:
"Put the flowers down."
Su Chengyi realized at this moment that he had unconsciously used force and nearly tore the outer packaging of the flowers.
Squat down and position yourself carefully.
The chrysanthemums are blooming very well, bringing a touch of color to the gray-toned stone monument.
Mr. Li sighed leisurely behind him and slowly said:
"In the past, people rode the Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower was left empty here."
The Yellow Crane will never come back, and the white clouds will remain empty for thousands of years.
Su Chengyi lowered his head, feeling even more uncomfortable.
"Zhiyuan now knows that his grandson is so outstanding now. When we meet on the road to Huangquan, he doesn't know how long he will brag in front of me."
Mr. Li stepped forward and stretched out his hand. Pull him up to his feet.
Su Chengyi shook his head and said nothing.
He doesn’t think he is good enough to make his grandfather proud, but his grandfather has always said so since he was a child. "Zhiyuan was much more outgoing than you when he was your age. If he won the top prize, he would probably have to let people all over the world know about it."
Li Laoxiao He smiled and said something light-hearted.
“Do you come here often, Chengyi?”
"Rarely come."
Su Chengyi answered truthfully.
Mr. Li nodded, obviously knowing why.
“At first, I didn’t dare to come. But during that time, I couldn’t sleep the whole night, as if something was urging me to come.
I think it was probably Zhiyuan You blame me, I just sat here all night and talked to myself all night.”
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? I probably asked him this question dozens or hundreds of times.
Before he fell ill, the last time I saw him we were still quarreling.
I wrote He was not satisfied with the song, so I followed him and changed it over and over again. It got really annoying and both of us were in a bad mood.
It was a theme song written for a game company. You may have heard it. I’ve played with it before.”
Su Chengyi listened carefully and nodded.
When Mr. Li said this, he immediately thought of the name of the song.
“Zhiyuan has a serious personality, and is most annoyed by the so-called popular market and commercialization.
I said this is a song for someone else’s game, and it must be pleasant to the ears.
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In the end, he said that I was really utilitarian and that I only care about money and that I don’t have the basic skills of a composer.
I said the next sentence: "If you live to this age and still have this temper, see who can stand you, then slam the door." Gone.”
"I didn't expect that this would be the last words I said to him.
He fell ill so suddenly, and when I got to the hospital, he was already unconscious.
He was walking very hard. Suddenly, I didn’t catch up with him when he finally woke up, and I didn’t see him for the last time.
We’ve known him for decades, and we didn’t even have a formal farewell.”
Mr. Li said at the end, Every now and then I would stop and sigh.
Su Chengyi recalled the day when she ran to the hospital with her schoolbag on her back, but she also failed to catch up.
The pungent smell of disinfectant, the muffled cries of mothers in the ward, and the busy doctors and nurses all dressed in white cloth.
From that time on, his parents quarreled more and more, and he became more and more taciturn.
He couldn't remember whether he saw Mr. Li in the hospital that day, because the moment he realized it was too late, he turned around and ran out of the hospital.
I always feel that it is difficult to breathe, and I will suffocate if I stay there for one more second.
And now I feel the same way.
"Sure."
Mr. Li patted his shoulder gently again, with a comforting meaning.
“Zhiyuan told me many times that you are a good boy with a bright future, so I should take more care of you.
But after his death, it is difficult for me to see you again. . Because many times, you are too similar to him when you were young.
Seeing things makes me miss people. "
"Now that you have grown up, I can almost see how bright the road ahead of you is.
You don’t need anyone’s care to succeed.
But I still want to formally tell you in front of Zhiyuan that if there is anything I can do to help in the future, whether in work or life, just ask.
As I said before, being able to cooperate with you or help you is Li’s greatest luck. ”
"In this way, when we meet on the road to hell, if we use it as a shield, we might be able to avoid being scolded by him."
After making such a delicate promise, the two of them had a relaxed lunch.
Mr. Li talked about some interesting anecdotes from his youth, the stories behind familiar songs, and even gossips about the entertainment industry.
A certain king and a certain queen got back together again, and a certain famous model couple actually had a fake marriage
Su Chengyi couldn't help but think, if Han Bing were here, he would probably die of excitement .
Before leaving, Mr. Li said sincerely:
"I know your family situation is not that ordinary, but if you wish, you must cherish the relatives who are still in front of you."
Probably. I saw the scene of "confrontation" between myself and Su Zelang's family.
But it can’t be called a confrontation. Su Chengyi thought that he had almost reconciled with himself during this period of time.
If what happened today had happened when he was just reborn, he would definitely feel very angry.
It's just that Su Zelang and Yang Liu are still awkward about this matter.
It is they who need to reconcile.
Of course, it does not refer to reconciliation like remarriage.
It is about realizing that "love and hate have passed, please look forward", this kind of reconciliation.
On the way home, Su Chengyi searched for the song on the playback software that Mr. Li mentioned about which he and his grandfather quarreled.
There are only a few more than 500 comments. Under the name Li Qingshan, this song is obviously relatively unpopular.
"Head Full of Snow" was released half a month after my grandfather passed away.
The music style is more classical, the first half of the song is eloquent, and the climax of the song will not be reached until two minutes later.
In the end, Mr. Li followed his grandfather’s wishes and changed it to less commercial classical music.
The truth is just as he thought, such changes made this song become an unpopular song.
The progress bar is halfway through, and two minutes later, the real protagonist Erhu joins.
The tune suddenly becomes tragic and sad, as if the protagonist has become famous after reading a thousand sails, seemingly having everything, but having nothing left.
The final scene is of him walking alone under the heavy snow.
It is like a bird that has eaten all its food and has thrown itself into the forest, leaving a vast expanse of white and the earth is really clean.
What surprised Su Chengyi was that the comments were all positive.
"This is my favorite song, it's so nice."
"I can only give you seven words if it sounds bad - wild boars can't eat fine chaff."
"I see. I must listen to this song when reading novels. No matter how heartwarming the passage is, it can make me want to cry."
"After listening to this song, I am once again convinced that Mr. Qingshan is the greatest Chinese composer of this century. Home.”
So, does this mean that what grandpa insists on is actually right?
Although commercialization can make quick money, the works that will be remembered and recognized in the end will always be those works that stick to their original intentions and never forget their original intentions.
I didn’t take a taxi, just listened to the song and returned home.
Climbing up the old stairs filled with the smell of dust, the dust reflects the mottled beams of light.
At this point, most of the neighbors were taking naps. He deliberately slowed down his pace to avoid making too much noise to disturb people's dreams.
The boxes of milk and bread at the door are not short of things. It seems that the little witch has not been here in the past few days.
Su Chengyi gently locked the door with his backhand.
I forgot to turn off my computer when I went out in the morning, and the screen stayed on.
A copy of "The Art of Game Design" is spread out on the table.
Su Chengyi walked over and looked at the document opened on the computer screen. It already contained thousands of words.
Mostly as a reborn person, they have some plans and designs for games that will make a lot of money in the future.
But what he recalled in his mind at this moment was this passage.
“I shake the most exquisite six-sided dice to pray for the mercy of fate. I throw a cocktail called madness to try to prevent an apocalypse. I witness incredible life walking silently on the sea. I hear drug addicts. Dancing all night under the protection of the airwaves, I met respectable vampires and mediocre syndicate cool Children and drunkards, betrayal and amnesia. Bullets rusted in the dust, snow that has not yet melted in March, all these unsolved cases will be eaten away by the 2mm black hole, just like our cursed reality."
All the original content in the document was deleted. Su Chengyi tapped the keyboard and re-entered five words.
——"Disco Elysium".
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