I'm afraid I'm not interested in love

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 a full 10 minutes for the bus to arrive.

After getting on the bus, when the crowd was so crowded that Su Chengyi almost had his feet off the ground, Su Chengyi finally realized, is there a possibility that he doesn'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, so Su Chengyi covered the receiver and lowered his voice.

"Hello, Chengyi. I am Li Qingshan. Congratulations on your excellent score in science."

Mr. Li's gentle voice came from the other end.

Su Chengyi was a little surprised for a moment, because he thought the phone number Mr. Li gave him at that time belonged to an assistant or a staff member, but he didn't expect that it was really him who was using it.

"Ah, thanks."

"Do you have time today? I'll treat you to lunch later."

".Lunch? Okay, I have time."

Although I don’t know why, people like Mr. Li, who are famous in Chinese music, are famous figures everywhere, so it’s always good to have more exposure.

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 2 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 his car window without hesitation and greeted him with his big teeth bared.

"Smash!"

Su Chengyi coughed twice and nodded in response.

"Sure idea!"

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 and dad will take you there.

Why haven't you answered my calls these past two days?You've finished your college entrance examination, and dad has to take you out to play."

Su Chengyi really didn't refuse to answer on purpose, it was just that he missed the opportunity. He was either taking a shower or reading a book.

After he answered truthfully, Su Zelang looked unbelieving.

"You've already finished the college entrance examination, what else are you reading?"

Su Chengyi was noncommittal and did not answer.

He was reading a book.

The car was parked for too long, and Su Xiaoxue in the back row got impatient and shouted:

"Let's go!"

While Su Zelang said, "Okay, let's go now," he still looked at Su Chengyi and 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, had seen a lot of news about the number one scholar in science during this period, and asked with a smile.

Su Xiaoxue immediately began to scream in protest.

Su Chengyi smiled slightly and replied slowly:
“My time is expensive right now.”

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Zhao Meng choked, and 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 briefly shook hands and exchanged a few words.

Mr. Li may have noticed his doubts and explained:
"It's still early, I want you to go somewhere with me."

Su Chengyi nodded and did not ask where he was going, so Mr. Li did not explain.

As the scenery outside the car changed, Mr. Li's expression became more serious as he got closer to his destination.

By the end, there was no laughter left.

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 car, Su Chengyi discovered that Mr. Li was very formally dressed 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 it first and raised his hand to indicate that he could leave.

Mr. Li's frozen expression relaxed a bit, and he walked inside with a smile.

Today is a working day, and it is not a holiday to pay homage to the deceased.

Therefore, the entire 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 stele was carefully wiped and the surrounding area was cleaned. 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 of the separation between heaven and man.

At this time, someone tapped her shoulder lightly. Su Chengyi turned around and saw Mr. Li smiling and saying:
"Put the flowers down."

Only then did Su Chengyi realize that he had unconsciously used force and nearly tore the outer packaging of the flower.

Kneel down and position yourself carefully.

The chrysanthemums are in bloom, bringing a touch of color to the gray-toned stone monument.

Mr. Li sighed leisurely behind him and slowly said:

"The old people have taken the Yellow Crane, and there is an empty Yellow Crane Tower here."

Huang He is gone forever, and Bai Yun is full of leisure.

Su Chengyi lowered his head and felt even more uncomfortable.

"Zhiyuan now knows that his grandson is so outstanding. When we meet on the road to Huangquan, he doesn't know how long he will have to brag in front of me."

Mr. Li stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull him up to stand upright.

Su Chengyi shook his head and said nothing.

He didn't think he was good enough to make his grandfather proud, but his grandfather had 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."

Mr. Li smiled and deliberately said something light-hearted.

"Does Cheng Yi come here often?"

"Very rarely."

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 all night long, as if something was urging me to come.

I thought Zhiyuan was probably blaming me, so I sat here all night and talked to myself the whole 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 arguing.

He was not satisfied with the music I wrote, so I followed him and changed it over and over again. The changes made me angry and both of us were in a bad mood.

It was a theme song written for a game company. You may have played it. "

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 from someone else's game, and the most important thing is that it sounds good to the ears.

In the end, he said that I was really utilitarian, that I only care about money, and that I didn’t have the basic skills of a songwriter.

I said the next sentence: "See who can stand you if you live to this age and still have this temper", then I slammed the door and left. "

“I didn’t expect that would be the last words I said to him.

He fell ill so suddenly that when I arrived at the hospital, he was already unconscious.

He left so suddenly that I didn't catch up with him when he was finally awake and didn't see him for the last time.

We've known each other for decades, and we haven't even said a formal goodbye. "

When Mr. Li finished speaking, he would stop and sigh from time to time.

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 fled from the hospital.

I always feel that it is difficult to breathe, and I will suffocate if I stay there for one second longer.

And now I feel the same way.

"Successful intention."

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 since his death, it has been 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 are an adult, I can almost see how bright the road ahead of you is.

You don’t need anyone’s care to be successful.

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.

Again, 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.

The king of a certain day got back together with the queen of a certain day, and a certain famous model couple actually had a fake marriage.
Su Chengyi couldn't help but think that Han Bing would be excited to death if he were here.

Before leaving, Mr. Li said sincerely:
"I know your family situation is not that ordinary, but Chengyi, you must cherish your loved ones who are still in front of you."

He probably saw the "confrontation" scene between himself and Su Zelang's family.

But it couldn't be called a confrontation, Su Chengyi thought. During this period of time, he had almost reconciled with himself.

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's them two who need to reconcile.

Of course, it doesn't mean reconciliation like remarriage.

It's about realizing that "love and hate have passed, please move on", 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 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 2 minutes later.

Mr. Li finally followed his grandfather's wishes and changed it to less commercial classical music.

The fact was just as he thought, such changes made this song become an unpopular song.

The progress bar is halfway through, and after 2 minutes, the real protagonist Erhu joins.

The tune suddenly became tragic and sad, as if the protagonist had become famous after reading a thousand sails, seemingly having everything, but having nothing left.

The final scene is of him walking alone under the falling snow.

It's like throwing all the devoured birds into the forest, and leaving a piece of white land, it's so clean.

To Su Chengyi's surprise, the comments were overwhelmingly positive.

"This is my personal favorite, it sounds so good."

"I can only give you seven words to say it's ugly - wild boars can't eat fine chaff."

"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 piece, I am once again convinced that Mr. Qingshan is the greatest Chinese composer of this century."

So, does this mean that what grandpa insisted 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 music and returned home.

Walking up the old stairs filled with dust, the dust reflects the mottled beams of light.

At this point, most of the neighbors were taking naps, so he deliberately slowed down his pace to avoid making too much noise that would disturb people's sleep.

There was no shortage of things in the boxes of milk and bread at the door. It seemed that the little witch had 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.

Most of them are, as rebirthers, 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 delicate 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 staying under the protection of radio waves all night long. Dancing wildly, I have met decent vampires, mediocre syndicate queers and drunkards, betrayal and amnesia. Bullets rusted under 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 the reality we are cursed with.”

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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