Bai Linhua seemed to say something when he called, but it also seemed like he didn't say anything. At least Song Yunhui didn't think he had hit on any point. The two chatted briefly for a few sentences and then hung up the phone.
When he started talking on the microphone again, Song Yun glanced at the screen full of question marks and said, "Nothing, just a friend called me."
He propped his chin up on his hand while logging into his music account on the computer, saying, "He also came to praise 'Homeward Journey', saying that the song is very nice and asked me to listen to it."
He said this without blushing at all.
[Soy milk! I want to listen! Sing! ]
[This is a request I will make once in my life, please! ]
[I’m addicted to “Homeward Journey”. Soy milk, sex, and singing! ]
Then there was a series of rewards.
The screen was so colorful that it was difficult to tell who sent what.
Two small banners appeared above, and other rewards continued to appear, but they failed to cover the small banners.
I see. Someone must have given a large reward just now, so the ranking went up.
The slightest sign was extinguished just like that. When Song Yunhui opened the barrage again, the live broadcast room had become harmonious again, with all the comments in the room being [Congratulations to the top of the list]
[I got off work early today, and I saw Doujiang started broadcasting right after I got off work, yay! ]
The day after tomorrow is Song Cheng’s birthday dinner. The task could have been handed over to someone else, but Song Yunyang didn’t want to rely on others, so he finally decided to do it himself.
"Homeward Journey" is still at the top of the search list, and has also appeared on the hot song list below. At this rate, it should continue to move forward.
"Okay, I'll look at the lyrics and turn off the comments for now."
He didn't think much about giving rewards, and didn't know how much each gift cost. He usually decided based on how fancy they were. If he had the energy, he would thank each one individually; if he didn't have time, he would thank them all at once.
Usually there are a dozen or even several people ranked first, but I don’t seem to see the first one.
He doesn't have much money now, but he is not so short of money that he needs to rely on tips to survive.
[!!! "Homeward Journey"! Someone sang it right after it came out, what a surprise!]
The other party had a firm attitude, so Song Yunhui stopped talking. After saying thank you, he logged off, took a shower, and fell asleep.
He glanced at the upper left corner of the live broadcast room and found that there was indeed a small logo on it.
The consequence of turning off the barrage was that he did not notice the sudden surge in the number of people in the live broadcast room and the doubling of the barrage.
He asked the other party to think twice. If they were minors, they should contact the platform directly to apply for a refund. If they were adults, they should think about it carefully because making money is not easy.
Despite his rising popularity, he ended up going off the air on time as usual.
[Good! Why haven’t I seen the host before?]
***
Song House
It was late at night, but the living room was still brightly lit.
[See the small banner and come to see the big guy on the list]
The other party responded quickly and with a firm attitude.
[Coming from the live broadcast room next door, it turns out that there is a difference between the first and second place. The one next door is a bit contrived in comparison.]
He opened the reward ranking list for the first time.
[Soy milk sings really well woooooo]
“Thank you for your tip. Please spend wisely.”
[Good news for insomniacs! I want the underworld, I want the underworld QAQ]
Number one
The owner of this account doesn't look like an old person.
No matter how bad Song Yunhui's reputation is outside, he should still attend his father's birthday party.
In fact, Song Yunhui didn't need to look at the lyrics at all, he just wanted to give his eyes a rest.
[I have been to the homepage several times, but the live broadcast time is not right (pointing and pointing)]
Song Yunhui blinked his eyes after being flashed by the colorful screen. He felt more comfortable before continuing to look at the computer screen.
When the prelude started, he wasn't looking at the screen at all.
[Lacaidame, listen to the song well]
No need to return.
Originally everything had been arranged almost perfectly, but the only variable was Song Yun's return.
[Refuse to criticize others, refuse to criticize others, Doujiang just likes singing and chatting]
After the live broadcast, he did not quit immediately. Instead, he followed his previous memory, found the previous number one on the list, Orange, and sent a private message.
His cell phone kept ringing in the middle of his sleep, so he turned on the "Do Not Disturb" function and fell asleep comfortably.
The ranking of live broadcast rooms is purely based on rewards and the number of online viewers, with rewards generally accounting for the majority.
Pause for a minute and search on Baidu when you are in doubt. Song Yunhui finally understood.
After temporarily noting down the other party's account number, Song Yunhui put down his phone and continued chatting.
The number one on the list is called Orange, and the string of numbers following it far exceeds that of the number two.
No one had considered whether he would be there.
They - including Song Cheng and the servants - all believed that Song Yunhui would come back.
But this time seems different.
Specifically, they are still unable to contact Song Yunhui and don't even know where he is.
Ever since the last conversation ended with Song Yunhui's sarcasm - Song Yunyang didn't think that was a blessing, but believed that it was a kind of sarcasm that pierced his heart, he never took the initiative to look for Song Yunhui again, and Song Yunhui never contacted him again.
This was the first time that Song Yunhui did not bow his head and admit his mistake.
Song Yunyang always felt that something had deviated from the original trajectory, but he didn't understand what it was and had no interest in thinking about it.
He just felt irritated.
It's different from handling company matters. When he was handling company matters, no matter how complicated the problem was, he could calm down and think about it, but that's not the case now.
In addition to the sound of shuffling papers, footsteps were heard in the room.
Uncle Chen walked into the living room, met Song Yunyang's gaze, shook his head, and said tactfully, "The Second Young Master should be asleep."
When you call, the other party is busy on the phone, either do not disturb or on the blacklist.
They knew the Second Young Master's daily routine. Staying up late was the norm for him. So there was no need to turn on the Do Not Disturb function now. There was only one option left.
But he didn't dare say this.
"Uncle Chen, did Song Yun say anything to you the day he left?"
Uncle Chen almost instantly remembered those cold eyes and the light-hearted "Take care".
After a moment, he lowered his head and said, "Nothing special."
Song Yunyang frowned, glanced at the time, and then said, "It's getting late," "Uncle Chen, go to bed first."
Uncle Chen looked at his frown and finally left quietly.
When the eldest young master was upset, only the second young master dared to face the challenge.
Including the young master Song Zishu, none of them dared to do so.
The only sound in the empty room was the rustling of papers.
The servants of the Song family were guessing whether the second young master would return, and the outside world was also guessing.
Everyone in the circle was watching quietly.
Later, a rumor spread that on the day before his birthday, Song Yunhui still hadn't shown up at the Song family.
Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan arrived at Song’s residence the day before Song Cheng’s birthday.
It happened to be Sunday and everyone was resting at home.
After handing the gift to Uncle Chen, the group sat down in the living room.
There were many people standing and sitting in the huge living room.
Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan sat together, Song Cheng sat with a gentle-looking woman, and Song Yunyang and Song Zishu sat on one side.
Song Cheng introduced them that the woman was Xu Wei and the one on the side was Song Zishu.
Ye Min smiled faintly from beginning to end, and nodded with a smile when introducing herself.
The servants in the house were adding tea, cloths and snacks. The scene was lively but also a little awkward.
More than ten years ago, the Qin family's homestead was still here, but they later moved away. Qin Jianyuan and his companions came this time as former good neighbors, so their relationship was neither close nor distant.
The two families had a close relationship before because Ye Min and Song Cheng’s ex-wife Xu Wenhui had been friends for more than ten years. Now Song Cheng has remarried and their son is already this big, which feels indescribably weird.
"It turns out that Yun Yang has already started managing the company. He is really young and promising."
Ye Min smiled happily and said, "When you were little, you said you would make money to support your younger brother when you grow up, and now it has really come true."
Thinking of the past, the smile on her face became more genuine. "At that time, Yunhui and Xiaoshu were getting along well. Xiaoshu said that he would make money to support Yunhui in the future, but you were not happy about it."
When Qin Xiaoshu was a child, he didn't like playing with other children. He liked to read books and plant flowers by himself. But Song Yunhui was outgoing and had a spirit of challenge. He forced Qin Xiaoshu to be his friend. The two of them would spend every day together planting flowers and plants.
At that time, Qin Xiaoshu said that he would buy a house with a big garden to support Song Yunhui, and make money so that he could plant flowers every day (?).
Song Yunyang, who came to look for his younger brother to go home for dinner, happened to hear these words, and the two children almost fought over the ownership of their younger brother.
Song Yunyang looked away.
Song Zishu, who was sitting on the side, lowered his head slightly, and a sense of inexplicable panic rose again.
He had never been involved in the things these people were talking about.
Because I didn't participate, I was even more scared.
He didn't like things that were beyond his control. He felt as if they were separated from him by a layer of membrane, like people from another world.
After praising Song Yunyang, Ye Min praised Song Zishu again. Not knowing what his strengths were, she praised him for being good-looking and well-behaved.
Song Zishu twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.
It's a standard smile.
Everything seemed to be the same.
Until Ye Min looked around and asked, "Where is Yunhui, is he still working?" They have been abroad for many years and have just returned to China. They have not had time to learn about the ups and downs on the Internet.
Naturally, I don’t understand the stiffness on these people’s faces.
They didn't understand, but they could guess what was going on.
When Ye Min came in, she noticed that the flowers in the garden were no longer the ones Xu Wenhui liked, the family portraits hung on the wall were no longer the previous ones, and the decoration in the house had also changed a lot.
This seems normal.
After so many years, it's normal for things to change.
But this family shouldn't be missing a single person.
Song Yunyang said at the right time: "He is working."
Perhaps in order to change the subject, Song Cheng mentioned that there was a tea room at the end of the second floor and invited them to sit there.
Ye Min raised her eyes and looked at Song Cheng and Song Yunyang again.
Several people sat in the living room for a while, then went upstairs.
When passing by a room, the door was not closed tightly and opened slowly.
It is a very bright room.
It was bright, but also very empty. There were some unknown things placed in it, and nothing else. The sunlight in the room was scattered on a pile of miscellaneous items.
Ye Min noticed that Song Zishu, who was standing next to him, took two steps forward inconspicuously, just covering the gap in the door.
The corners of her mouth curled down.
Although it has been more than ten years, she still remembers that a long time ago, Xu Wenhui pulled her over with a big belly, pointed to this room and said:
"This is what Lao Cheng and I prepared for the little ones. It looks nice, doesn't it?"
At that time, Wenhui's eyes were gentle, her smile was happy, and her eyes were full of anticipation for the baby in her belly.
Even though Wenhui was very sick later, when she came to accompany her in pushing her wheelchair for a walk in the yard, she would still squint at the window and say that her little baby was playing the piano inside.
"… "
After that, Ye Min didn't say a word again.
Qin Jianyuan and Song Cheng were chatting, while the others sat aside and drank their tea.
Then the two left.
"Bang!"
When the car door closed, Ye Min's eyes instantly turned red.
She thought that after more than ten years, her mood would not fluctuate too much when she came here again.
But she still found it hard to calm down after seeing all traces of her friend in this house, no matter how big or small, being erased one by one.
After Song Cheng remarried, they had no reason or position to visit him again, nor could they see their two children again.
She always thought that even with a new family, Song Cheng would still treat Wenhui's children well.
This time when they returned to China, it happened that Song Cheng was holding a birthday party. They finally had the opportunity to come over and wanted to take the opportunity to see the two children.
But this is the result.
When Song Yunhui was mentioned, the person opposite had a stiff expression. The room that was originally reserved for Song Yunhui easily became a place to store sundries, without any trace of life, Song Zishu's cover-up.
Everything has a traceable path.
Ye Min leaned against the window and whispered, "I don't know where Yun Hui is now, and whether he is doing well."
Qin Jianyuan, who was standing by, didn't say anything extra. He just patted her on the back and said, "Don't worry, you must be doing well."
"After we see our son, we'll try to contact Yun Hui."
Even though the children have grown up, he knows that Ye Min still treats them as children. This is true for Qin Shu and the two children from the Song family.
Qin Jianyuan raised his head and said to the driver in front of him, "Go to the airport."
*
With nothing to do today, Song Yunhui came to Qin Shu's house for a walk again.
Orange had been jumping up and down all night and was now sleeping soundly. Song Yunhui took the opportunity to rub her pink pads twice, then left with satisfaction.
Without Orange to play with, he thought about the hodgepodge of frozen foods he had made the night before, and after learning from his mistakes, he decided to ask Qin Shu for advice and learn the craft.
Qin Shu was just preparing to make buns today, and Song Yunhui volunteered to help.
After putting on her apron, Song Yun turned around, smiled brightly, and asked:
"How about it, isn't it handsome?"
The pouring sunlight shone into the light-colored pupils, swaying gently.
It felt like something was scratching my heart.
Qin Shu didn't say anything for a while.
Seeing that Qin Shu didn't say anything, Song Yun sighed back at the handsome guy, "Isn't it said that men who can cook are the most handsome?"
Walking behind him, Qin Shu helped him tie his apron tighter and said, "It looks good."
Song Yunhui was so coaxed that she laughed instantly when she heard his words.
The kitchen is very large and can accommodate two people. Song Yunhui's assigned job is to get the needed ingredients and place them on the table. It is very simple and easy to do.
After taking a look at Qin Shu's refrigerator, he exclaimed in surprise as if he had never seen the world before.
In short, it is completely different from my own.
After taking out the necessary materials and looking at Qin Shu again, his figure inexplicably became taller.
It turns out that men who can cook are really handsome.
As a teacher, Qin Shu can be said to be very competent.
He taught very carefully, explaining every step clearly, from dosage to procedures.
Song Yunhui followed him and always felt that he could bake a delicious and fragrant little cake in the next second.
While the dough was still fermenting, Qin Shu led him to do other preparations.
Holding a cup of strawberry milk he brought from home, he casually handed one to Qin Shu.
The two of them each had a bottle of strawberry milk and slowly communicated.
All the communication went smoothly, and Teacher Qin felt that Song Yunhui was already capable of taking charge on his own. When the cell phone in the living room rang, he confidently handed over the task of transporting flour to him.
Song Yunhui clenched his fist and said, "I have fulfilled my mission."
The work of transporting flour is not difficult at all. You just need to be careful and there will be basically no mistakes.
But if nothing unexpected happens, accidents usually happen.
Holding a spoonful of flour in his hand tremblingly, Song Yunhui watched a mass of orange-yellow fur appear at the other end of the table.
A round little cat's head popped up.
Very cute and innocent.
The cute cat rushed over.
Do whatever you want, regardless of everything, and be free and easy.
It dug its paw into the flour.
In an instant, the vision turned white, flowers scattered from the sky, fog rose, and it turned into a level 10 smog.
The man and the cat fell into a brief silence.
Before Orange could do anything more, Song Yunhui quickly grabbed the cat that was trying to escape and arrested the culprit.
Holding the fluffy white cat in his arms, he looked at the flour flying everywhere and felt confused for the first time.
The footsteps are approaching.
Song Yun turned around and met the eyes of Qin Shu who had just returned from a phone call.
The man and the cat both looked at him straight, with the same expression.
"… "
There was another silence.
Taking the struggling orange from Song Yunhui, Qin Shu said in a voice that was inexplicably lower than usual, "Your coat is dirty. I'll go get you some clothes to make do with."
"Orange made a mistake. There is no dried fish to eat today."
He obviously saw through it all.
Song Yun answered reflexively, and then said, "It's better not to deduct the dried fish."
Qin Shu went to get his clothes.
The more Song Yunhui thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
Acting faster than his brain, he stepped forward and grabbed Qin Shu.
The other person turned around, his handsome features stood out, his lips were slightly curved, and there was an obvious smile in his eyes.
Good boy, he is really trying to hold back his laughter!
Song Yunhui seemed to have thought of something and quickly rushed to the bathroom to look at himself in the mirror again and again.
Apart from some flour on his face, there was nothing else.
He reasonably suspected that Qin Shu had a low sense of humor.
He was still looking at himself in the mirror, while Mr. Qin, who had a low sense of humor, had already found his coat.
Before the two could say anything, there was a knock on the door.
Qin Shu handed the coat to Song Yunhui and said, "It might be the property management. You change first and I'll go open the door."
Song Yunhui nodded and took off her apron first.
It only took a moment.
Thinking that the property manager had already left, Song Yunhui rolled up his long sleeves and walked towards the kitchen, saying:
"Qin Shu, your clothes are really big."
When I raised my eyes, I met the gazes of three people at the entrance.
(End of this chapter)