I ordered two pairs of dinosaur pajamas and today is the perfect day.
After having the fried rice he made with Qin Shu for dinner, Song Yun came back, touched Orange, and went home happily.
Fortunately, the key was in my pocket, so I didn't have to stay overnight at Qin Shu's house again.
Standing at the door and watching Song Yunhui leave, Qin Shu suddenly called out and instructed:
"It's cold at night, so you can close the windows appropriately."
Song Yun turned his head, and the night wind blew up his hair, covering his eyelids.
He smiled and said, "Okay."
After he finished speaking, his figure immediately disappeared from sight, and then turned into a blurry black shadow, appearing next to the street lamp at the other end with brisk steps.
Then he disappeared again.
The other side smiled flatteringly, "Wherever Mr. Dan goes, I will go there—Shaha."
Scandals can be all kinds of ugly. As long as there is one photo, the rest is all made up. As long as there is traffic and money, Song Yunhui knows these entertainment reporters.
He clicked on the game, "Good evening."
When I received it, the battery level of the phone was dangerously low and turned red.
It was sent by two people, one of whom was the owner of the music store.
He said that today's comic book was postponed, so he played games first and asked him if he wanted to join in.
I don't know what new tricks these people have come up with to rehash the old stuff.
Song Yun lowered his head and replied "OK".
He asked the owner of the music store to wait until the reservation period was over.
From the conception of a song to its official release, it takes too long.
After putting on the headphones, Song Yunhui lowered his eyes slightly and adjusted the headset. A voice came through the headphones:
It was a very pleasant voice, a little muffled, as if he had a cold, but his spirit was surprisingly good.
"Which map do you want to play today?"
With the little remaining battery, he checked his phone and found that he had blocked a lot of calls today.
With his current workload, he had no shortage of money.
Chigecao is not a full-time cartoonist. He has his own job. He draws small comics in his spare time. The two of them occasionally make appointments to play games.
The reason why he was not addicted to games before was that he was often abused and his gaming experience was extremely bad. Now, he has suddenly caught up with someone who is also new but inexplicably powerful, and has gradually begun to fall in love with this game.
It is true that Eating Grass was the first to play the game, but he is also a real noob.
When he got home and turned on the light, Song Yunhui immediately reached for his cell phone.
He sent a message.
If he didn't work, he would have nothing to do and could only do live streaming, but he had no plans to do any live streaming today.
Someone has put him on the hot search again.
It was a message sent to him by the comic book author [吃个草].
He had experienced this kind of situation many times before and had enough experience.
All in all, it's a good tool to change your mood.
I didn’t see Big Eyes today so I don’t know and he’s not interested in knowing.
The boss said that someone had asked for the price of the piano he had reserved in the past few days and seemed very eager to buy it. It just so happened that his reservation period was about to expire, so he asked him to think about it.
It was not until the lights next door came on, from the first floor to the second floor, the wide-open floor-to-ceiling windows closed, and a slight sound was heard in the quiet space that Qin Shu withdrew his gaze.
After rubbing his hair, he picked up his phone and turned off the Do Not Disturb function. The phone shook instantly and several messages popped up.
Exhaling, Song Yunhui swiped his phone meaninglessly twice, then went back to the top and looked at another message.
Perhaps it was because his spirit of checking in six times a day regardless of the weather moved the other party, and after becoming noble mutual followers, he successfully added the other party's WeChat not long ago.
The survival game that Chigecao asked him to play was very popular on the Internet. Song Yunhui learned about it when Chigecao mentioned it to him. After that, he tried it and found that he could play it, but he was not addicted to it. He only played it when he had nothing to do and simply wanted to move his fingers.
He just stood on the stairs and fell into a temporary silence.
After thinking about the price of the piano and his recent income, Song Yunhui moved his fingers and finally replied.
After just a few games, he had completely fallen for Song Yunhui and had completely become his fan.
He has been in a state of confusion these past two days, and when he is in a state of confusion he likes to run to the recording studio. Now his work progress is already well ahead of schedule.
There were people I knew and people I didn’t, it was like I smelled something.
He couldn't wait until then.
But the problem is that the payment is slow.
"Good evening."
Normally they could chat easily, but not today. He wanted to give himself some space to think.
The game was still loading. Song Yunhui propped up his chin and looked at the screen, and asked casually: "The sound is so muffled, are you feeling unwell?"
“I guess so.”
The other party's tone was strangely calm. "We suddenly received a job that we couldn't handle, so our superiors asked us to find a senior RD ourselves, and there was a time limit. I admit that I was a little anxious, but I didn't expect to be so anxious that I got blisters on my mouth."
Now he has to say "shaha" whenever he speaks more than two sentences.
Song Yunhui didn't hear any urgency in his words.
He asked: "So have you found it?" Since he is still playing games here, he must have found it.
"of course not."
Eating grass is a matter of course, "I'll do it."
"Senior RDs are all employed by big companies. Even if the salary is too high, those people don't have the time to come out and take odd jobs... Si Ha, what's more, this is City B. It's good enough to find someone in such a short time."
He said, "It is my blessing to have such an anxious king above me."
He felt at ease with it.
The reason they can’t find anyone is because they are not working hard, but the final account will not be held against them. At most, their performance will be deducted, which is better than dying suddenly from exhaustion.
Pale fingertips tapped the tabletop lightly, Song Yunhui looked up at the computer screen and asked, "How much are you charging?"
Eating grass and telling a number.
Song Yun responded, and then there was no further words.
Someone is playing with me, so I am having fun eating grass today.
He followed Song Yun and turned around, carefully paying attention to the surroundings while laughing, "Boss Dan's reaction speed is really fast. It's a pity not to use it to deal with King Jiji."
King Ji Ji has completely become his nickname for his boss.
Song Yun didn't respond to him.
The evening was not too long, and after a few games, it was already past midnight without us noticing.
Song Yun replied, "It's late, go to bed."
While eating grass, he forgot that he had a blister on his mouth. He smacked his lips and cried out in pain. Finally, he said, "Yes, otherwise I would have died suddenly."
Song Yun agreed and reminded, "Otherwise you won't get to read the comics."
After eating some grass, he started to laugh again.
This chat ends here.
After exiting the game, Song Yun did not turn off the computer. He bent one leg, quickly scanned the text on the phone, and then compared it with the computer one by one.
***
The next morning, Qin Shu walked to the window and picked up Chengzi, who was trying to push the flowers and plants on the windowsill. When he lowered his head, he saw Song Yun, who was dressed neatly, walking out of the door.
He was still fully armed in the same pink sweatshirt he wore before.
This is obviously out of character.
At least Qin Shu had never seen Song Yunhui before nine o'clock, except yesterday.
Song Yunhui yawned as soon as he got in the car.
It's rare to get up so early, and it's indeed a bit difficult to adapt.
The taxi driver wrote him a ticket and asked him where he was going.
"Go to Chenghuan Technology, Gate No. 1."
Estimating that the journey would be long, Song Yunhui pulled down the brim of his hat and went straight to sleep.
But he didn't sleep for long. When he was half asleep and half awake, the driver slowly stopped the car and said, "We've arrived."
Pushing his glasses that were sliding down, Song Yun paid the money and got off the car.
Only after he got off the bus did he realize that it was a sunny day and the sun was unexpectedly big.
"… "
Song Yunhui stood at the bottom of the building and his vision flickered.
Not awake yet.
It was rush hour and this was the CBD. People walking around were all smartly and fashionably dressed white-collar workers. Song Yunhui felt that he stood out in the street in his pink sweatshirt, so he walked to the side of the road where no one was passing by and stood there.
He hadn't originally intended to dress like this, but he had completely overestimated the number of coats he had, and when he opened his closet, it was completely empty.
This is no longer the time when partners were stuffing the shelves full with clothes.
He looked up and squinted his eyes to glance around, then lowered his head and sent a message.
Not long after, perhaps less than five minutes, a man walked out of a nearby building.
He was a man in a suit, his hair was well-groomed, and his shirt and suit had no wrinkles at all. At first glance, he looked quite imposing as he walked over, and he looked like a complete social elite.
Song Yunhui declined to comment.
The other party came over and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Song Yunhui?"
Song Yun looked back at him.
"Hello, I have already introduced myself on the phone. I am Chen Chen, an employee of Chenghuan Technology, and your main person in charge of this project."
As he spoke, he glanced at Song Yunhui inconspicuously and sized him up secretly.
The other person was wearing a hat and mask, so his face couldn't be seen clearly, but judging from his outline, his appearance shouldn't be too bad.
Chen Chen thought that they were probably just people with the same name.
He took Song Yun back to the building where Chenghuan Technology was located.
Outsiders need to register to enter the building, so Song Yunhui filled out the information at the counter and put his phone aside with the silent mode turned on.
Chen Chen was standing not far away, holding his phone with a serious look on his face, looking like he was handling some important business.
The phone next to me shook.
Song Yunhui glanced casually and saw the message sent by Chigecao:
[Today, a Bodhisattva came to visit us, and our performance was preserved]
(End of this chapter)