Some people around were holding up their phones to take photos or videos, but because there were so many people, I could only raise my phone with difficulty, trying to get a clear picture over the heads of the people.
Qin Shu picked up the phone.
He was tall and in a close position, so no one could block him and the picture was clear and stable.
As the crimson clouds gradually dissipated, the piano sound disappeared.
Song Yunhui stood up, turned around and prepared to walk towards Qin Shu.
Suddenly, applause broke out.
Song Yunhui... Song Yunhui took a step back.
Afterwards, as if he had realized what was going on, he bent down slightly to express his gratitude, and after coming down, he said "thank you" to the staff.
It has been a long time since I was applauded like this, and I felt a little uncomfortable for a moment.
He is a blogger. He posted several videos in one go this evening. Judging from the background, they were all shot at the Music Square in City B.
After playing for a whole day, I was very excited, but when I relaxed, I felt tired.
Finally, Song Yunhui tilted his head and fell asleep on the spot.
The travel route had been arranged long before departure, and after a day of shopping, they returned to the original location. The parking lot where they first parked their car was nearby and could be reached in just a few steps.
Qin Shu nodded.
[B City Music Square, enjoy a romantic sunset with you]
Song Yunhui opened his eyes, his eyes were unfocused, and then he blinked, then slowly came back to his senses.
"goodbye."
"… "
The car was very quiet. Qin Shu's voice was very soft, echoing in his ears like a stereo reverberation.
Qin Shu inexplicably thought of the big-eyed guy that Song Yunhui had cancelled. He had many landscape photos before, but not a single photo with friends.
The others didn't notice much, but Song Yunhui was fully aware of the thread of his clothes.
My hands lost strength and with a slight sound, the phone slipped and fell onto the mat at my feet.
He found himself on it, in the video at the top.
After getting off the car, I felt some fresh air and drank some cold water, and my sleepiness has completely disappeared.
There are many photos, some of him, some of himself, some with two people in the same frame, and many landscapes.
He took the phone from Qin Shu and slowly unbuckled his seat belt. He waved to him and said, "I am very happy today. Goodbye."
After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he lay on the sofa and opened his eyes out of habit.
It was already dark, and the light inside the car was turned on, dimly lit.
This is something that is engraved in my bones and can never be forgotten or changed.
Song Yunhui opened the door yawning, then went into the kitchen and drank some water.
After looking in the rearview mirror, Qin Shu turned on the turn signal and then pulled over.
Song Yun smiled and said, "If you want to hear it later, just tell me. I know a lot."
But the "B City Music Square" in front is inexplicably of concern.
Pulling Qin Shu to a less crowded place, Song Yunhui briefly took off his mask and exhaled, then raised his head and asked, "Does it sound good?"
Song Yunhui finally clicked in.
Qin Shu patted Song Yunhui and said, "We're here."
On the way back, Song Yunhui still sat in the passenger seat.
Qin Shu looked at the other person's eyes shining under the light and said, "It sounds good."
He turned off the screen of his phone, put it away, fastened his seat belt and restarted the phone.
There is no unnecessary or exaggerated praise, just two simple words, but they are very serious and obviously not perfunctory.
In his impression, Song Yunhui always likes to record and share.
After Big Eyes went in, he recommended a nearby hot spot to him.
Song Yunhui is looking at the photos taken today.
There was another surge in popularity later.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, bent over the gear lever and picked up the fallen phone.
Song Yun slipped away so quickly that the staff member only had time to reply, "You're welcome." Before they could say anything else, he had already blended into the crowd and disappeared.
The phone is set to always be on, so you can clearly see the interface above the moment you pick it up.
It was very artistic, the kind that he would normally ignore when he saw it.
The car slowed down and drove steadily all the way home.
Although he was not used to it, he still performed the moves smoothly.
Very conspicuous.
[WOC originally was a pure entertainment game, but something seems to have been mixed in (.) PS: the hoodie is so nice]
[What a handsome guy! Even after covering up, you can still tell that he is a handsome guy! ]
[Today at the scene, after the pink guy went up, no one dared to touch the piano. The game started so big, who would dare to go up? QAQ]
[I want all the information about this pink guy within three minutes]
[…]
There were a lot of comments following it, but Song Yun didn't read them. He only read the first few sentences which all revolved around the word pink. He briefly thought about the group photo he had just wanted to post today, and finally fell silent.
"… "
There is not a single one that is not pink.
The hand that was about to send a message to Big Eyes was successfully restrained.
Let’s just read the comics.
*
In the dim bar with bright lights and wine, men and women were twisting their bodies on the dance floor, and the atmosphere was already very heated.
Walking through the crowd and finding a booth in the corner, Zhong Xu took the wine glass handed to him by his friend, untied his tie, tilted his head back and took a sip.
It's filled with water.
The man in trendy brand clothes looked at the suit jacket hanging in his arm with his Adam's apple rolling, and smacked his lips with emotion, "Social elite." Zhong Xu ignored him and said, "At least hold a drink."
Everyone else laughed.
Unlike previous gatherings where there were a lot of people, this time everyone present were friends and the atmosphere was relaxed.
The main reason is that if we want Zhong Xu to come, this is the only way. No other outsider will do.
Zhang Jia, who was handing me water, said, "You just got out of the hospital, drink more water."
Others praised him, "You went to work right after you were discharged from the hospital. If your company doesn't make money, who will?"
Zhong Xu uttered a "huh".
The lights in the bar flickered, illuminating his tired eyes for a moment.
Others say Zhong Xu is a workaholic, and he really is.
He started working right after being discharged from the hospital and even worked overtime every day. He was indeed a little different from the other people who occasionally went to the company to spend their days.
Several people gathered around quietly and asked in low voices, "I heard that Song Zishu from the Song family came to see you when you were in the hospital?"
Frowning slightly for a moment, Zhong Xu nodded: "I've been here."
"Let's be honest," Zhang Jia said, "Song Zishu is not as good-looking as Song Yunhui, but he has a good personality and cares about you. You said you work every day now, wouldn't it be good to find someone to relax and talk with?"
Zhong Xu didn't nod, just drank a sip of water.
"Things are not what you think."
Seeing his attitude, the others looked at each other, and then did not hide their surprise at all, "Song Yun pursued you before, you don't really want to talk to him?"
Song Yunhui is a star, but he is not an exhibitionist. He did not announce his pursuit to the whole world, but those who usually get along well with Zhong Xu could easily notice it.
To be honest, if the other party was not well-known in the circle for his bad character, if the other party pursued them, they might not even have to pursue him, because they would have already stuck to him a long time ago.
But the bad thing is that the other person has bad character.
They didn't think Zhong Xu was a person who only cared about looks, and from the beginning they didn't think Song Yunhui could be pursued.
Zhong Xu didn't say anything.
His attitude is a bit weird.
"Wo Cao Zhong Xu, you wouldn't... Think carefully about who he is!"
There was a brief silence.
Zhong Xu put down the water cup in his hand and said, "I know who he is."
Someone next to me said, "You have a neutral relationship with him, and you haven't known him for long, so don't jump to conclusions."
After he said this, he saw Zhong Xu looking up at him.
Or maybe not looking at him.
The other person's pupils were slightly dilated and unfocused, as if he was distracted
Zhong Xu was indeed distracted.
The words just now pierced directly into his mind.
They believed that he and Song Yunhui had "known each other for a short time".
But they actually knew each other since childhood.
Why do they think that he and Song Yunhui have only known each other for a short time
Zhong Xu thought slowly back.
it seems to be like this.
Since starting work, he and Song Yunhui have rarely met, not because they are busy, but probably because of other reasons.
But he couldn't remember what it was exactly.
That's not right either.
It seemed like even longer ago, back in high school, he and I were no longer in the same relationship as before.
What was it like then? He played his own games, and Song Yunhui spent every day with his deskmate whose face he could not remember.
There were many more things that seemed to have been forgotten by himself. Zhong Xu only thought about it for a little while, but his head began to hurt.
Aftermath of a car accident
Zhong Xu didn't intend to think too much about it, and the people around him didn't notice it either. They just followed the topic and thought about the fact that Song Yun would be returning to celebrate his father Song Cheng's birthday in a few days.
"Song Yunhui's incident has caused such a big stir. I heard that Director Song asked him to go back, but he didn't. I don't know if he will come back for Director Song's birthday this time."
As the others discussed, Zhong Xu said, "He will come back."
He understood very well how much Song Yunhui valued Song Cheng and Song Yunyang. No matter how much trouble they caused, he would come back at this time.
Then we can have a good talk and make everything clear.
They haven't had a good communication for a long time.
The others looked at him, wanting to say something, but stopped.
A party where only water is drunk is not destined to last long.
The others knew that Zhong Xu had to go to work the next day, so they didn't keep him for long. They just chatted with him and then let him go.
The place where he lives is not too far from here. In order to go to work, Zhong Xu bought a house nearby and usually comes back here after get off work.
There was no one in the room, no light, only the city's unique light pollution illuminating the floor near the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He opened his phone and checked the date, then turned on the light, poured himself a glass of water, and casually picked up the photo frame that had fallen on the table.
The room was silent.
*
"Hmm? Birthday?"
The French windows were wide open, and the cool night breeze poured into the room, blowing away the laughter. "Really? I don't remember."
Song Yunhui sank into the sofa, listening to the other person's words, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, "No reply."
The voice on the other end became louder, so Song Yunhui lowered his eyes and held the phone farther away.
After the other party finished speaking and there was silence for a moment, he said, "Song Yunyang, I know what you are thinking."
With fatigue in his eyes, Song Yun replied:
"After working so hard for so many years, I get tired too."
He said, "I wish you and your family of four happiness and prosperity."
(End of this chapter)