I haven't surfed the Internet much these days. I haven't updated the comics these days, so I have no desire to log in to Big Eyes. Song Yun uses his phone more to check the time and call Qin Shu, and at most communicate with the front-end.
A few days were enough for him to build the framework and sort out the interfaces. After communicating with the front-end, he packed the program into a USB flash drive, took the USB flash drive, put on his coat and went out.
The weather forecast said that it would rain in two days, and the temperature would drop significantly after the rain, but in fact the temperature has already started to drop sharply in the past two days, and the coat I bought before came in handy.
He was wearing the coat that Qin Shu had picked out for him. It was cream-colored and made him look warmer in it.
He put on a hat and a mask and closed the door. Just as he walked to the door, he saw Qin Shu walking in the yard with an orange in his arms.
He waved at the other person and heard Orange meow twice before turning and leaving.
He was already familiar with the process of going to City B, so he didn't need to follow the navigation step by step this time.
The Chenghuan Technology business district is a landmark, and drivers are familiar with it and it is easy to find.
After getting off the car, he thought for a moment and then walked in one direction.
"You don't want to be without comics, sir."
Song Yun looked him up and down: "Is this why you are not even willing to come out of the building to pick me up?"
I lost several hairs and got two blisters due to worrying so much.
6:12 pm.
Song Yunhui quickly sat up, took the phone beside the bed and checked the time.
He came closer and whispered even more quietly, "The coat I'm wearing today doesn't keep me warm. I'll definitely freeze to death without the air conditioner."
He has now completely walked out of his previous shadow and can pick up comics with ease.
The piano can be reserved until six o'clock.
This time he came a little earlier than last time and caught the morning rush hour. The traffic was stuck on the road for a long time. He left home early but arrived later than last time.
He turned on his tiptoes and walked slowly towards the stairs.
Chen Chen laughed softly twice.
Chen Chen then took him to the same reception room as last time.
There was no one on the stairs, so he could yawn as much as he wanted.
He worked all night last night to finish his work and woke up after sleeping for less than two hours. He is able to keep his eyes open purely by sheer willpower.
He said in a high-sounding manner: "I came here and waited as soon as you sent the message. I'm touched, right?"
Song Yunhui yawned again and said, "Take it and read it quickly. If there's nothing else, I'll go back to sleep."
It's not dark because it's going to rain, it's just normal and gradually getting dark.
There are still about ten minutes before work starts. People walking next to each other have unconsciously quickened their pace, and Song Yunhui has to follow suit and quicken his pace.
He looks silly when he smiles, without any trace of a social elite.
"I'll take care of the job."
He closed his eyes and opened them again, the elevator door opened, and when he looked up again, the first person he saw was Chen Chen, who was still dressed like a social elite.
After Song Yun got into the taxi, he closed his eyes. The phone next to him shook, and he forced himself to open his eyes and take a look.
He set an alarm before going to bed, but his phone was always on silent and only vibrated, which did not wake him up.
Now it is real winter, and those sophisticated white-collar workers are finally willing to put on thick coats instead of suit pants and skirts. Song Yunhui finally doesn't look so abrupt when walking in the crowd.
Taking the USB drive, Chen Chen was in awe, "You really figured it out!"
Song Yun smiled back, pushed up his glasses, and handed him the USB flash drive in his arms.
His memory is not so sure about being good.
Chen Chen still didn't leave his air conditioner. He responded and watched Song Yunhui leave.
The waiting time was not long. Song Yunhui didn't want to sleep in someone else's company, so he just picked up a Candy Crush game to keep himself awake.
After returning home, he fell asleep directly. His cell phone rang beside him, but he was unaware of it.
They also have the task of punching in, so they can't be as leisurely as Song Yunhui.
It’s just a pity that I didn’t see Chen Chen among those people who were rushing to check in.
When he arrived at the entrance of Chenghuan Technology, many employees were rushing into the building.
Chen Chen moved quickly. When the other party made a gesture to him, he put away his phone and stood up.
When he passed by Chen Chen, even though he was in a daze, he still reminded him: "Don't forget to urge the king to transfer the money."
He said, "If I had known this earlier, I would have come to you directly."
After taking out the pass he had been searching for for a long time this morning and confirming it at the front desk, Song Yun looked back at the elevator that was almost crowded, and then at the empty stairs.
For example, he can forget what happened in his childhood and most of his memories of high school, but he can remember this place he has only visited once.
When I opened my eyes again, it was dark.
With drooping eyelids and black-framed glasses slightly covering the dark circles under his eyes, Song Yunhui slowly climbed the stairs. Seeing that he had passed the time to punch in, he went out at the nearest floor and took the elevator.
It’s a payment message.
He quickly put on his coat and got out of bed, then Song Yunhui took his cell phone and keys and put on a mask as he walked.
The lights next door are not on, so Qin Shu should not be at home either.
After leaving the community, he hailed a taxi. When he was about to turn on his mobile phone, he found that the screen was black and the battery was low.
He borrowed a USB charging cable from the driver and connected it to the power supply in the car, while he waited for his phone to turn on.
Halfway through the run, the phone was finally able to turn on.
He called the owner of the music store.
The call was answered slowly, and it took several rings before the call was answered.
Song Yun asked back if the reserved piano was still available.
He had just woken up and his voice was still a little hoarse.
The other party was silent for a while, then slowly said: "I sent you a message, but you didn't reply. Someone came to buy it, so I can only sell it." The boss also knew that he wanted the piano very much, but the reservation time had passed and he couldn't contact him. For such an expensive piano, there were many buyers who ran away after the reservation time passed. He couldn't bear such a big risk and could only sell it if he could.
"OK, all right."
Song Yunhui lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, boss."
After hanging up the phone, he looked down at WeChat and saw the message his boss sent him.
The boss said the reservation deadline was about to pass and asked him if he wanted the piano. If he did, he could keep it for him.
He didn't reply, he must have been completely asleep at that time.
Without a destination in sight, and looking at the streets receding on both sides, he stopped the driver and said, "Just get off in front."
The driver stopped, Song Yunhui pressed down the brim of his hat and got out of the car.
The night wind blew, and he had just gotten up. His coat was warm, so he didn't feel that cold. He just didn't know what to do.
There was a taxi stop ahead. After standing there for a while, he continued walking forward.
Let's go back.
The decision was made very easily. Song Yunhui's expression remained unchanged, but he touched his fingers unconsciously.
It's icy, not like human body temperature.
"Song Yunhui!"
A person was walking straight ahead, waving as he walked.
Chen Chen was still wearing his coat and still looked like a social elite.
Someone nearby looked over, and Song Yunhui just wanted to pretend that he didn't know him.
"What a coincidence, you are here too."
Chen Chen came over and pulled him aside, saying, "Thanks to your great performance, I'm going to go out for a drink tonight to reward myself. Do you want to come with me?"
Although what he said was a question, his actions had already led Song Yun back to the other side.
Song Yunhui just followed him.
Apart from looking like a serious person, Chen Chen has nothing to do with being a serious person.
The drinking he meant was going to a bar, and he even explained to Song Yunhui one by one which bar was open, which bar had a good atmosphere, and which bar made the best drinks.
He took him to the shop that was said to make delicious cocktails.
Now it's getting dark, and there are unexpectedly many people who have just got off work and have been waiting to come for a drink in the evening.
The cold atmosphere disappeared once you entered the store, the lights were dim and flickering, and it felt hot inside.
Chen Chen took Song Yun back to a booth near the corner.
This place is in a remote location with almost no light, making it suitable for some former big stars to hide.
Song Yunhui usually doesn't drink alcohol, but now he can try it.
Chen Chen asked him if he drank alcohol, and he said no, so the other party ordered him some wine that was said to have a low alcohol content.
The alcohol content may be really low. After drinking a glass of wine, Song Yunhui didn't feel any discomfort.
It was a little hot here, so he unzipped his jacket and shook the cup in his hand, carrying the light yellow wine with it.
He said: "I had something I really wanted, but someone else bought it."
"No wonder you looked so unhappy just now," Chen Chen understood and said, "It's really sad that someone else bought the thing I always wanted."
Song Yunhui paused for a moment, then shook his head, "No."
Sure enough, this is the reaction of normal people when they find out that something they want is gone.
No one could be as insensitive as he was.
—Maybe he didn’t really want it either.
Chen Chen thought he was just being stubborn, and when he saw that the wine in his glass was almost empty, he asked, "Would you like another drink?"
Song Yun replied, "Come."
Chen Chen was surprised while drinking and said, "Maybe you can drink a lot."
Song Yun nodded: "I think so too."
He rested his chin on the table with his hands, his eyelashes drooped lightly, the ends of his eyes were long but not thin, and there was a slight coldness in his expression when he was not smiling.
Very beautiful.
Chen Chen stared at him for a while, then patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, I'm straight."
Not sure what his words touched upon, Song Yun smiled back.
He supported himself on the table and slowly stood up, saying, "I'm going to the bathroom."
So he prepared to go.
Chen Chen pulled him back and reminded him, "Where's your mask?"
The internet has been full of news about the other party these days, and he doesn't dare let him be recognized in the bar.
Song Yun turned around, took out the mask from his pocket and put it on again.
His movements were not as smooth as before, and there was a strange sense of sluggishness.
There was no problem this time and he could finally start again.
Chen Chen asked him to go and come back quickly.
Song Yun didn't reply to him.
The light was dim, and Chen Chen did not see his unfocused eyes and unsteady steps.
It’s not that Song Yunhui seldom drinks, but that he has never drunk at all.
(End of this chapter)