The house was renovated but not fully furnished.
This place was originally used for retirement, and there is no plan to move in in the short term. The room was only painted white, and the necessary furniture was added, and the water, electricity, and gas network were turned on. There is nothing else. The whole place is an upgraded version of a slum.
Song Yunhui adapted well, hung his clothes in the closet, and put some messy music scores on the desk.
A little hungry.
When I was in the hospital before, I should have eaten at this time.
Sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg bent and placed on it, Song Yunhui lowered his head and flipped through his phone to see if there was any takeout.
But unfortunately, there are not many takeaway items to match the location.
As I was looking at my phone, I felt a strange touch at the ankle of my foot that had fallen to the ground. Just as I was about to look down, the doorbell rang again.
Song Yunhui then stood up and walked towards the door.
No one knew he lived here. At this point in time, it was either the property management or other weird people.
"… "
The two of them, one who wanted to ask the cat to go back and the other whose brain was completely controlled by hunger, hit it off immediately.
As soon as his brain started to work, Song Yunhui's body began to move unconsciously.
Although he didn't understand, he always felt that he knew what the cat was saying.
Song Yun replied: "..."
They both stood up, and Song Yunhui picked up the orange long-haired cat in his arms.
It's... a little heavy.
Song Yun returned to alert.
Song Yunhui then stretched out his hand, intending to return the cat.
The two people looked at each other through their glasses without prescription.
Qin Shu: “…”
In a way, it's a complete outfit.
The doors were new and the camera system was not activated.
It's filled with the weight of love.
Qin Shu took a step forward and stretched out his hand.
The only difference is the cat climbing frame and other cat supplies, which are quite conspicuous in such a room.
Putting the phone at the entrance, Song Yunhui waved his hand and opened the door.
Song Yun looked back.
Two voices fell at the same time, and a chubby and furry figure walked out of the master bedroom, stepped on Qin Shu with his paw, and then patted the mask on Song Yunhui's face with his paw, and made a feline cry:
Qin Shu opened the door.
As soon as the door opened, a cool breeze blew in, bringing with it a smell of... food
The person standing opposite him was his neighbor. When it was time for dinner, he still couldn't find the cat. He noticed that a small gap had been left in the window of the room, so he prepared to go door to door asking if anyone had seen the cat that had sneaked out.
It even turned around and meowed at Qin Shu, showing its pampered look, and tried its best to get closer to Song Yun.
The world seems a little quieter.
In the chaos, both of them fell to the ground.
Song Yunhui inexplicably felt the other party's subtle humility.
His voice is very pleasant, especially at night, it's like tapping on the eardrum.
Finally, Qin Shu said, "Have you eaten yet? The meal is just ready. Do you want to come to my place tonight?"
Qin Shu stood at the door and looked at the man in front of him, with his baseball cap pulled down to the lowest point and his face completely invisible due to his glasses and mask. He also felt surprised.
I didn't expect that some people would dress so thickly at home.
He tried hard to move his hands, but the cat remained relatively still with him, its claws hooked on his clothes, its eyes full of reluctance.
Things were finally explained.
The room is very bright, with a very obvious modernist minimalist style, and the black, white and grey three-piece suit is very distinct.
The lights in the room were bright, and the people in the room were facing away from the light, which made them look even more eerie.
That is the sadness of having a cat that you have raised for a long time but it is closer to a stranger than you are to yourself, and having to ask the stranger to come back when you want the cat to come back.
After walking a few steps to the next door, he could still feel the rise and fall of the cat's breathing in his arms. Song Yunhui gently pinched the cat's white gloves and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"You just got the same hand and foot."
"Meow~"
Standing at the door was a man who was half a head taller than him. He was dressed in black, with a mask and a hat, and the sense of oppression that came over him was overwhelming.
He wanted to throw his opponent over his shoulder, but the opponent blocked it with his hand.
"I came to look for my cat."
After entering the house, the two suspects dressed as A and B finally revealed their true identities.
The two looked at each other and were stunned.
Song Yunhui slowly put the mask into his pocket and understood.
He asked why the man was wrapped so tightly, and it turned out that he was from the same industry.
Former colleagues.
The man standing in front of him was tall, with deeper eyebrows and eyes than the average oriental man, and a sharp and distinct jawline, giving him a very cold and hard appearance.
This is Qin Shu, the Grand Slam actor who has been popular for many years and is regarded as a cool male god by the outside world.
They had met a few times before, but it was just a few drinks, and there was no contact after that. I didn't hear him take any notices for a long time, and I didn't expect that he lived here.
Qin Shu didn't expect that the person living next door was Song Yunhui.
His hard brows softened slightly.
"What a coincidence."
"Hmm, what a coincidence."
The door was closed and Song Yunhui put the cat down.
When it arrived at the area it was familiar with, as if it was sure that Song Yunhui would also stay here, the cat got off the ground and slowly walked away with four small white gloves to look for food.
Song Yunhui and Qin Shu had dinner together.
Qin Shu looks cold and doesn't talk much, but his cooking skills are surprisingly good and the cat is taken very good care of.
When he was about to leave after finishing his meal, Qin Shu opened the door for him and said, "I had a minor injury on my right foot. I will be staying here for a while. Come find me if you need anything."
Song Yunhui noticed that his serious eyes were a little wavering. He understood.
The key point is the first half of the sentence, which explains the previous same hands and feet.
Qin Shu saw that the corners of Song Yunhui's mouth seemed to curl up strangely.
Without saying much, Song Yun said goodbye and left quickly before the cat noticed.
Qin Shu returned to the living room, stood in front of the window and saw the light in the room opposite come on. Only then did he look away.
As soon as he turned his head, he instantly saw the little kitten who was about to cry because he couldn't find Song Yunhui anywhere.
"… "
He squatted down and touched the kitten's head.
***
The next day after Song Yun returned, he received many express deliveries.
There were his various instruments, as well as books and a pile of sheet music.
Then the computer was finally delivered.
He looked at the pile of spare parts and fell into a brief silence.
Finally, there was a knock on Qin Shu's door.
Qin Shu had just opened the door a crack, and before he could even say anything, an orange-yellow shell rushed over, so fast that it left an afterimage.
This time he caught the orange cat and prevented it from rushing towards Song Yunhui.
Song Yun replied that he came to borrow a toolbox.
When Qin Shu turned around, the cat was already completely attached to Song Yun.
After many twists and turns, Song Yun finally hugged the cat back, and Qin Shu walked behind him carrying the toolbox.
After entering the house, the cat landed and began to slowly patrol its new territory.
Song Yunhui took the toolbox from Qin Shu, first opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of strawberry milk, one for Qin Shu and one on the table.
Sitting casually on the sofa and opening the toolbox, Song Yunhui said before Qin Shu could speak: "We just moved here, and this is the only thing we can drink."
Qin Shu sat down opposite him and poked the milk skillfully.
The strawberry milk carton is not big, and it looks even smaller when held in a hand with distinct finger bones, and it is pink and tender.
The hard brows were still hard, but Qin Shu's eyes narrowed unconsciously.
Song Yun retracted his gaze and thought to himself, as expected.
Some people usually look cold and cool, but they are actually cool guys who like to drink strawberry milk.
The first time he met Qin Shu was in the lounge. When the door opened, the first thing he saw was Qin Shu, who was video chatting with his cat with a strawberry milk straw in his mouth.
Since this incident, he never believed the label of being aloof that others gave to Qin Shu again.
Song Yunhui took the parts out of the box one by one, chatting as he took them, "What's the cat's name?"
"orange."
There are already a bunch of parts on the table.
Song Yunhui took out a flat-head screwdriver and a Phillips screwdriver from the toolbox and began to fiddle with the parts on the table.
His hands were nice-looking, surprisingly covered with calluses, and he was surprisingly smooth at the delicate work of assembling things.
Qin Shu didn't know what he was doing at first, but when he saw him start to install the processor, processor fan, and memory on the motherboard, he finally realized something was wrong.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm installing the mainframe."
Song Yunhui smiled faintly, "It's troublesome to send the computer directly. It's much easier to send it if you unpack it."
Qin Shu was reserved about the idea that it would be more convenient to take it apart.
I just didn't expect that Song Yunhui would actually do these things.
It's very different from the rumors.
After staying here for a not-too-long time, Qin Shu finally became a tool man with his own ability, specializing in passing tools.
After finishing the work and returning the toolbox, Song Yunhui waved to Qin Shu, who was sleeping with Orange in his arms, and turned to go home.
After opening a bottle of strawberry milk, Song Yunhui sat in front of the computer, the dark blue screen illuminating his light-colored pupils.
The phone next to the keyboard began to vibrate. He lowered his eyes and tapped twice casually.
After a few seconds, the phone started vibrating again.
Song Yunhui clicked on his phone, leaned back in his seat, and picked up the cup.
The temperature of the warm water passed through the wall of the cup and reached the palm of my hand.
"Song Yunhui."
It was Song Yunyang's voice.
What a rare guest.
After almost two months of no contact, he almost forgot he had this brother.
"Uncle Chen said you have been discharged from the hospital. Where are you now?"
Song Yunhui slowly drank a sip of water and said, "Work."
"When are you coming back?"
Song Yunhui did not answer immediately and took another sip of water.
He knew very well that this was not a family concern.
"Zishu wants to borrow your room for a while, and it will be restored to its original state after use."
Song Zishu is the protagonist of the novel, his nominal younger brother.
really.
Without asking why there were so many empty rooms in the old house that were not being used, Song Yunhui put down the cup of water and said "hmm".
"It'll take as long as you want. Anything else?"
"… "
There was silence on the other side.
"you… "
Song Yunhui silently counted down to three, and hung up the phone the moment he heard the voice from the other end.
It's quiet.
(End of this chapter)