Song Yun's hand, which was pulling up his sleeves, stopped in mid-air.
Perhaps it was his illusion, but he always felt that one of the gazes was particularly burning.
Ye Min almost covered her mouth and screamed.
She wanted to look at the young man standing there for a few more times, but was afraid that if she looked at him too much, the other party would think there was something wrong with her, so she could only keep glancing at her son who looked like a decent person, and squeezed the hand on Qin Jianyuan's arm again and again.
I can’t believe that my son has grown up and learned to lie. He even hid the fact that there was someone else at home from them.
"Xiao Shu," Ye Min cleared her throat and said, "why don't you introduce him to us?"
She still pretends to be gentle and dignified.
Qin Shu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the name and he immediately looked at Song Yunhui.
Song Yunhui's eyebrows were curved.
Qin Shu bent down slightly and tilted his head, "What's wrong?"
Ye Min gently held Song Yunhui's arm. The more she looked at him, the more distressed she felt. "Why are you so thin?"
There is no disgust or aversion, no ridicule or jealousy.
What surprised him was that he didn't have any special feelings after discovering this clearly.
Song Yun nodded, with a smile on his face, "Hello, uncle, hello, aunt."
Concern, worry, surprise, and many more emotions that he couldn't analyze.
Seeing Song Yunhui's apron, Ye Min frowned and looked at Qin Shu, disapproving, "Why are you asking me to work in the kitchen?"
Song Yunhui raised his hand first: "I'll go too."
Song Yunhui couldn't stop smiling and whispered, "Qin Xiaoshu."
She didn't dare to look at it any longer because she was afraid that Song Yunhui would be scared, but now she had no time to think about it and just looked straight ahead.
This was the first time that Ye Min felt so happy when someone called her "Auntie".
It doesn't look like he's thinking of anything good.
In short, Ye Min took his hand and sat down naturally.
“It turned out to be Yun Hui.”
Having said that, he seemed to remember that there was such a person in his childhood, but the face was blurry and the picture was not clear.
Qin Jianyuan also nodded and smiled.
She completely ignored the fact that her son was wearing the same apron.
This is more than just a familiar face.
Fuzzy, unreal, but it does exist.
Qin Shu introduced them, "This is Song Yunhui."
Song Yunhui was a little hesitant.
In the end, the two of them went to the kitchen together, cleaned up the scattered flour, and everything was back on track.
He looks familiar, seems well-behaved and generous, and is a good kid.
Contrary to the direction of the novel, from the moment he woke up, he found that he began to gradually forget what happened before.
She has very gentle eyebrows and eyes, and when she smiles, there is no trace of coldness or sharpness at the ends of her eyes.
This was the first time someone had looked at him like this in all the years since his mother's death.
He looks a lot like Xu Wenhui.
The elegance she had tried so hard to pretend was completely thrown out of her mind. She took off her high heels with her left foot, put on the slippers that Qin Shu had just placed there, and walked towards Song Yunhui.
These did not scare him.
Ye Min: "Who?"
All those things he had always cherished, or the dull and painful past, were slowly fading away.
This face gradually overlapped with the face in my memory.
Qin Shu said, "You guys chat first, I'll go bake the cake."
He paused, then said, "These are my parents."
It's like looking at the weather forecast in the morning and seeing whether it's going to be sunny or rainy today.
She asked, "Do you still remember Auntie? You often asked me to hug you when you were little."
Facing Ye Min's gaze, Song Yunhui finally said, "I have an impression."
The little cake he had been dreaming about had not been baked yet, so he could not withdraw from the battlefield.
Qin Shu paused and thought to himself, as expected.
Song Yunhui stood beside Qin Shu and kneaded the dough. Then he waved his hand in a small arc, signaling Qin Shu to lower himself.
I have an impression, but not much.
"Have we met when we were kids?"
Song Yunhui was still staring at him, his persistence directed at strange things.
Then he responded, “Yeah.”
The voice was deep and magnetic, and in the end Song Yunhui couldn't help but rub his ears.
"Why don't I have any impression of that?"
He lowered his head and didn't see the slightly red tips of the other person's ears.
The kitchen is open plan and the whole view can be seen from the living room.
Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan were sitting in the living room with the TV turned on, but their eyes were not on the TV.
Ye Min moved closer to Qin Jianyuan and said, "There must be something wrong with our little book."
I just didn’t expect that the target was Song Yunhui.
Qin Jianyuan said: "This is great. I wanted to raise Yunhui when I was little, and now it has come true."
Ye Min agreed, and the earrings on her ears flashed. "That's good. We can rest assured that Yun Hui will be handed over to Xiaoshu."
Qin Jianyuan said: "Xiaoshu is so dull, I wonder if Yunhui can stand him."
People outside thought that Qin Shu had never had any scandals and might remain single for his entire life. In fact, as parents, they had also been wondering whether their son had finally become smart.
Ye Min didn't think the same way. "Look at them like this, do you feel bored?"
In the kitchen, Song Yunhui raised his head and looked at Qin Shu, and the two were talking in a low voice.
There was no reluctance or awkwardness. They continued to work on the flowers and plants in the yard as seriously and casually as before.
The more Ye Min looked at it, the more she remembered how they looked when they were little kids, and her heart melted.
Finally, the small cake was successfully freshly baked.
Song Yunhui wiped the non-existent sweat and took the photo immediately.
Today, four of us had a small cake together.
Ye Min is very good at praising. She praised everything from the appearance to the color to the taste. Her efforts are visible to the naked eye.
Song Yun smiled back. He didn't expect that the small cake he baked would be so popular.
Laughter could be heard from time to time in the house, which was usually silent.
After eating the cake, Qin Shu was sent to clean up the kitchen, while Song Yunhui stayed to chat with the two of them.
Ye Min asked about his recent situation and wanted to ask why he was not at the Song family, but then she held back and did not ask.
As if to change the subject, or perhaps to show her true colors, Ye Min asked, "Are you used to living here?"
Song Yunhui naturally understood it as how he was living after moving here.
"It's very good, I'm used to it. It's quiet here, and I can come over to play with Qin Shu."
Ye Min grasped the key words.
"Come over to play with Xiaoshu?"
"Yes," Song Yun replied, "I live next door."
Ye Min laughed, "So you live next door, that's great, it'll be easy to keep in touch."
It was a bad idea.
She thought Song Yunhui lived here, but it turned out that he only came to play occasionally.
Then the relationship is completely different.
The progress of becoming a family suddenly took a big step back.
Qin Shu, who came back from washing the dishes, was inexplicably stared at.
Ye Min was very easy-going and lively. Before half an afternoon, she had completely become close friends with Song Yunhui, and they had even successfully followed each other.
Although she had not been to China for a long time, she was still at the forefront of surfing abroad. She immediately picked up the BigEye that she used when she was young, and used its functions more smoothly than Song Yunhui.
When Song Yunhui suddenly remembered that he had work to do and was about to leave, Ye Min put down her hand reading the comic and said, "Come and have dinner with auntie tonight."
Song Yunhui nodded and waved.
The sun had begun to slowly tilt, shining obliquely on the soft hair, making the smile on his face even warmer.
After returning home, Song Yunhui turned on the lights, opened the computer, poured a glass of cold water, and sat there for several hours.
Ye Min's words about coming over for dinner were not just a polite remark. After the food was served, she called him.
The dishes tonight are not much different from usual, except that the portions are larger, and nothing else has changed, it is still as sumptuous as always.
There were four people at the table. Song Yunhui rarely used his chopsticks, but the food in his bowl was always full. However, he was very sensible and didn't pile too much.
Ye Min smiled happily.
All in all, it was a very filling meal.
Qin Shu turned his head to glance at Song Yunhui's puffy face, smiled, and looked away.
*
Dinner was served, but there were only two people at the table.
Song Zishu sat aside without saying anything. Xu Wei softly asked Uncle Chen who had just come downstairs, "Where are Mr. and Yun Yang?"
Uncle Chen said, "The master is in the study and has some things to deal with. He said you should eat first."
He shook his head and continued, "The eldest master might be working overtime at the company."
There were a lot of dishes on the table, but because we had to wait for a long time, they were starting to get cold.
Xu Wei said: "Then let's eat first."
Song Zishu said "OK".
The meal was a little too quiet.
Xu Wei is a gentle person who doesn't talk much. She occasionally asks Song Zishu about his work, but because she doesn't understand much, she usually just asks and answers, and then nothing else happens.
The lights are bright and the room is quiet.
The sound of glass hitting tabletop was inexplicably loud in the empty office.
When the coffee was finished, Song Yunyang rubbed his brows.
I have a day off today and originally had nothing to do, but for some reason I couldn't concentrate at home, so I ended up having to come to the company to deal with the things that were originally scheduled for later.
It was already completely dark, and he glanced at the time.
Wait a little longer.
The sound of keyboard typing could be heard again in the quiet office.
But the silence was soon broken.
The phone kept ringing. There could only be a few people calling at this time.
He answered the call and then put the phone aside.
The people on the other side were totally not the ones he thought they were.
"Hello, this is the Kyoto District 1 Police Station. Are you Song Yunjia's family member?"
The typing hand paused, and then the phone on the table was picked up. Song Yunyang took the suit jacket and walked out, saying, "Yes. Is there anything?"
"Sir, don't be nervous," the other party said, trying to comfort him, "Nothing happened to Mr. Song."
Nervous? Him
The hand holding the coat loosened a little, Song Yunyang turned his head to look at the computer that he hadn't shut down in time, and then said: "I'm not nervous."
"Okay, you're not nervous." The other party readily agreed and said, "It's like this. Mr. Song rescued a citizen who fell into the water two months ago. Now the citizen has woken up. I want to thank him, but I can't contact Mr. Song. I want to ask if you know if Mr. Song is free recently?"
Rescue citizens who fell into the water
Song Yunyang tapped his fingers unconsciously on the table. He looked out the brightly lit window and said, "Please tell me more."
The lights in the office went out, but there were lights on in the building's garage.
Song Yunyang was sitting in the back seat listening to his phone. The driver was sitting in the front seat concentrating on driving. He would occasionally look in the rearview mirror and see Song Yunyang with an expressionless face. He would respond from time to time.
It took about half an hour to get from the company to Song's house. When the car was halfway there, Song Yunyang lowered his eyes and said:
"I don't know his current situation at the moment, I will let you know when I get in touch with him."
The person on the other end paused for a moment, as if he had not expected that even a relative could not contact him, but he did not show it. After expressing his gratitude, he hung up the phone.
The car fell into silence.
Song Yunyang remained seated for a while, then opened the car window.
The cool breeze blowing on my face calmed my overheated brain a little.
The police said that two months ago, during filming, an actor who couldn't swim accidentally fell into the river. The river was turbulent, and Song Yunhui, who was closest at the time, jumped in. The actor was eventually rescued, but his head hit a rock and he was in a coma until now.
There were several police officers who took over the case at the time. The person involved wanted to express his gratitude and wanted to present a banner to the police station.
"… "
Song Yunyang knew about this matter, but he had a different version of it.
This is also the most widely circulated version among the public.
The actor who fell into the water did not get along with Song Yunhui, and the two had a quarrel before performing this scene. A person claiming to be a crew member on the Internet said that he saw Song Yunhui push the other person, but he did not expect that he would push the other person directly into the water. He was afraid of an accident so he jumped into the water to save him.
This statement is groundless, but considering Song Yunhui's usual behavior and the situation at the time, it seems very reasonable.
Many people believed this rumor, including people from the Song family.
Closing his eyes and dozing off, Song Yunyang remained quiet all the way.
When I got home, it was Uncle Chen who opened the door.
He took the coat from the other person and asked, "Master, have you had dinner?"
"No." Song Yunyang asked, "Where is Dad?"
Uncle Chen said, "In the study on the second floor."
Song Yunyang went straight upstairs.
Song Cheng was still in the study.
He was no longer working, but reading a book. When he saw Song Yunyang, he looked up and said, "You're back."
After saying that, he turned his eyes to the seat on the side and said, "Sit down first."
Song Yunyang didn't sit down. He said, "I just received a call from the police station."
Song Cheng put down the book and looked up at him.
This is his son.
I have grown so tall without realizing it, and I can now stand on my own feet. Even when I say such things, I remain calm.
Maybe there are changes.
Song Yunyang spoke calmly and briefly recounted the incident.
Two people in a room, facing each other.
Song Cheng said: "Why didn't he tell me?"
He was not asking Song Yunyang, but himself.
Song Yunhui was clearly framed, but why didn't he tell them or explain to the outside world
As long as he is willing to talk, he can settle the matter.
For the Song family, it was not difficult at all to suppress such a rumor.
It’s not “It turns out he was going to save someone”, but “Why didn’t he tell me”.
Song Yunyang felt his head start to hurt again.
"Dad, maybe there are other reasons."
Maybe it's because of distrust.
They distrusted Song Yunhui, and Song Yunhui distrusted them.
He said: "The hospital called me on the day Yun Hui was admitted."
They said Song Yunhui suffered a minor head hit and varying degrees of injuries to his body.
What did he say at that time
He asked the doctor whether the wound was serious.
The conversation ended after the doctor said it was not serious.
They had received the news before the doctor called. Someone told them that Song Yunhui had failed to harm others and ended up hurting himself, and was now in the hospital.
Up to this point, they did not think about going to the hospital to see Song Yunhui, so they stopped the card they gave him and ended the filming on his behalf.
This is a warning and also a punishment.
The punishment for him becoming increasingly excessive and bringing disgrace to the Song family's reputation.
Song Yunhui will probably learn about this from the doctor after he wakes up.
But he said nothing and went home after waking up—although he left as soon as he came back.
They think the other party should reflect on this.
But I didn't expect that it has come to the point where it is difficult to even contact us.
Watching Song Cheng's hands tapping lightly on the book with an unclear expression, Song Yunyang said:
"Dad, don't think too much. He must still be angry. He will not care about your birthday. He may come back in a few days. Just make things clear then."
Song Cheng did not comment, but there was nothing he could do.
The minute hand of the clock on the wall moved slowly.
Seeing that it was getting late, Song Yunyang said, "Dad, go to bed early."
Song Cheng nodded.
Both of them are feeling very confused right now, with too many messy things to think about, and they need to calm down.
After the door was closed, Song Cheng picked up the book he had placed in his hand again and did not open it for a long time.
Then, as if realizing that he would not open the book again, he finally put the book back where it was and took the phone.
He doesn't often touch his phone, especially after Song Yunhui started acting and at night.
The hands on the clock moved slowly.
"Click"
The hour and minute hands overlapped, making a slight sound.
The room was still quiet, and the phone was silent.
Uncle Chen outside the room knocked on the door, reminding him that it was time to rest.
After putting the book back on the bookshelf, Song Cheng tidied up the small pine tree on the table.
By midnight, all sounds had quieted down, even the sound of leaves rustling outside the window could be heard clearly.
There were footsteps outside the door again, probably someone else came to remind him that it was time to go to bed.
Song Cheng turned off the lights and prepared to open the door.
Just as he grasped the door handle, a small cell phone rang.
The light that had just been turned off came on again.
Song Cheng said to the door: "I'm going to take a call and go to bed later."
There was silence outside the door at first, and then Xu Wei's gentle voice came, "Okay."
The footsteps faded away.
Xu Wei walked to the end of the corridor and stopped.
Song Zishu stood not far away and watched her expression change.
You can guess who is calling.
The only one who would make this call on time is Song Yunhui, and only Song Yunhui.
Song Cheng thought so too.
—Until a hoarse middle-aged man’s voice came from the other side.
Finally looking at the notes, he realized who had called.
It's a bank.
The other party said that he had received a sum of money, and because the amount was huge, he needed to confirm it with him in person.
The amount is indeed huge.
The other party said, "This is the money that Mr. Song Yunhui transferred to you. The specific information will be sent to you later."
call ended.
After hanging up the phone, the other party sent the same specific information as just mentioned.
It is a very long string of numbers, and if you don't count carefully you will have no idea how many digits there are.
This string is not an integer, accurate to the single digit, and it doesn't seem to have any special meaning.
The other party sent another file.
Song Cheng closed his eyes, then sat down and watched slowly.
Each item is followed by a string of numbers, some more and some less.
Some things that seem difficult to calculate were forcibly turned into a string of numbers by the other party using a calculation program.
The other party listed all the life, food, accommodation, companionship, educational investment, and even the time spent together, and each one turned into a string of numbers, becoming a part of this long string of numbers.
Perhaps to make it more intuitive for him, there is a program entry link behind this string of data, followed by a series of parameters in parentheses.
What this means is that if you are not sure, you can calculate it yourself.
It is a very long file.
Song Cheng looked at it carefully at first, but then he flipped through the pages faster and faster.
He flipped quickly, but the progress bar seemed not to move.
The documents are arranged in chronological order, with each section lasting five years.
The content of the first five years accounts for the smallest proportion. Perhaps the other party has forgotten what happened at that time and only put what he remembers in bits and pieces.
Whether it was getting a piano teacher or the bright little red flower sticker they bought him when he went home, there wasn’t much going on here and it was cluttered.
But these five years accounted for almost one-third of the total amount.
Time goes slowly.
Song Cheng, who had said he would go to bed after taking a phone call just after midnight, was still staying in the study.
It was not until his head started to hurt more and more that he got up and left the study.
The phone was left in the study, and I was alone and calm.
**
In the dark room, only the computer was flashing a faint blue light.
The phone vibrated, Song Yunhui lowered his eyes and saw the text message from the bank.
He picked up his phone.
The faint light from the mobile phone illuminates the indifferent eyes.
These eyes may have some warmth, but they are too numb and people cannot see any warmth in them.
He looked at the date and time on his phone and said in a hoarse voice:
"dad."
"… "
"Happy birthday to you one last time."
[Do you want to delete this message?]
[yes]
This last bit of relationship seems to have ended here.
It seems we are even now.
Song Yunhui slowly curled up and buried his face in his arms.
**
That night, Song Cheng had a dream.
He dreamed of the little Song Yunhui pulling him to the yard to see the flowers he planted.
That was a few years after his wife died.
The little flower is blue, and he said that is his mother's favorite color.
He remembered that Xiaoyun laughed happily at that time, and he laughed too.
later…
The rustling sound of the sheets was heard, and Song Cheng woke up from his dream and sat up.
He remembered what happened next.
At that time, the newly hired aunt ran over and plucked the little flower.
The small blue flower with a green stem broke in two and drooped limply, with its petals falling.
The aunt said, "Young Master is allergic to this flower, so you can't plant it anymore!"
He followed his aunt's gaze and saw Song Zishu standing in the corner of the house, looking at him timidly.
What did he say then
What he seemed to say was, “Then don’t plant it anymore.”
At this moment, he seemed to understand why the newly hired aunt dared to scold Song Yunhui.
But looking at Song Zishu's timid eyes, he felt that this was right.
It should be unplugged.
He forgot what happened afterwards, but occasionally thought of Song Yunhui's eyes at that time.
Surprised, confused, and at a loss.
***
After Song Yun woke up, he made a cup of coffee directly.
He is not a spoiled young master and does not need freshly ground high-quality coffee beans. A cup of instant coffee will do.
Cold water is the fastest way to wake up the brain, but I drank too much cold water last night, so I can’t drink it today.
He took the paper placed by the window and pressed it with a cup of water. Then he went to find a pen and started writing and drawing on the balcony. The balcony was large and spacious.
This was the quickest way for him to sort out his thoughts.
Some meaningless formulas or equations, or musical notes, anything is fine as long as it can be written down.
I dreamt about the same thing again last night.
Since he woke up in the hospital last time, he rarely dreamed about the previous events.
It was the most painful thing in my dream.
The little flower that I had carefully selected was plucked, with my father's tacit approval, my aunt's righteousness, and the cold eyes of other servants.
He ran out of the Song residence, but found that he seemed to have no friends left.
Compared to the former king of children who was outgoing and not afraid of pain, they preferred Song Zishu who looked fragile and ignorant.
He reflexively walked in one direction, crying and shouting.
He should be calling someone's name, but the name was already blurred.
At last he came to a house.
It was a big house, but the gate was closed.
For me at that time, seeing this door tightly closed seemed to be a big blow.
From a third-person perspective, Song Yunhui watched himself climb up a tree next to the courtyard wall, then follow the tree to the top of the wall with skillful movements.
The wall wasn't too high, but it was scary enough for a child.
He saw himself jumping straight down without hesitation.
But this time no one caught him.
"Meow meow meow!"
The sound of a cat being caught in a trap came from below. Song Yun leaned back against the balcony and looked down, and saw Qin Shu walking the cat.
Or in other words, Orange is just walking on his own unilaterally.
There was a rope tied to its body, and the other end of the rope was on a pillar. It could run around the pillar as much as it wanted within a certain range, and Qin Shu was watching it from the side.
"Qin Xiaoshu." Song Yun called him back.
Qin Shu looked up and saw Song Yunhui sitting on the balcony neatly. He was not wearing shoes or socks, and his two feet were just hanging in the air.
The wind blew up his hair and dispersed his voice a little.
He sat on the balcony on the second floor, smiling brightly, "Come and catch me?"
(End of this chapter)