Zhong Xu calmly said, "Let Song Yunhui answer the phone."
Qin Shu turned around and glanced at Song Yunhui, who had already started singing the newly compiled "Orange Song", and said, "It's not convenient for him right now. If it's urgent, please use WeChat. I will tell him and let him read it as soon as possible." If it’s not urgent, please call again tomorrow.”
Zhong Xu, who was blocked on WeChat: “…”
Thinking of the previous phone call, Zhong Xu asked, "Is Yun Hui drunk?"
He said, "Please tell me your address and I will take him back. Thank you for helping to take care of him."
His words were natural and smooth, as they should be.
He really felt like that was how it should be.
Qin Shu didn't say the address or nodded in agreement. He just said, "I can take good care of him, so I don't need you to worry about it."
On the other end of the phone, the expression on Zhong Xu's face slowly cooled down and he said, "You know me."
All the windows have been closed, and the air conditioning is on inside the car, making it warm.
Looking down, he touched the back of Song Yunhui's cold hand and said, "Why are your clothes open? Quickly pull them... I will pull them back for you later."
***
Putting the phone back into Song Yun's pocket, Qin Shu lowered his head and pulled up the other person's clothes.
Song Yunhui sat like this, his whole body sunk into the milky white clothes, he raised his head and narrowed his eyes, letting Qin Shu move.
He held Song Yunhui with one hand and opened the door with the other. Qin Shu opened the door, and a cat jumped out instantly.
"Qin Shu, come here quickly."
The real name he called this time showed his serious attitude.
Qin Shu got out of the car, opened the door, and helped Song Yunhui unbuckle his seat belt.
A busy signal came from the other side of the phone, and Zhong Xu slowly put down the phone.
Song Yunhui was quiet for a while.
Song Yun patted the seat next to him, and Qin Shu sat down as he asked.
It's an affirmative sentence.
It was quiet all the way until it was almost time, and Song Yunhui opened his eyes, as if he was stuck waking up.
Qin Shu asked him to put his hands in his pockets and cover them, and said, "Cheng Zi is at home and you will see him soon."
Chengzi was still acting coquettishly. Song Yun wanted to play with Chengzi, but he couldn't stand very steadily. Qin Shu, the only one who was awake, took care of one person and one cat, and closed the door with some difficulty.
After putting on slippers, Song Yunhui sat on the carpet instead of sitting on the sofa in the living room, with Cheng Zi rolling crazily in his arms and exposing her belly.
He waved to Qin Shu, who was walking to the kitchen to make sobering soup, and said, "We are going to sworn sworn friends!"
Polite, but not much.
He slept restlessly, his eyelashes fluttering frequently.
He had no choice but to say, "You can go home soon, please bear with me for now."
Song Yunhui had the ability to jump down, but he didn't have the ability to stand still. In the end, Qin Shu helped him get out of the car.
In the darkness, the light from the window shines through.
Qin Shu held the phone in his hand and before he had time to speak, Song Yun finished singing "The Song of Orange" and asked him how long it would take for him to arrive, saying that he was in a hurry to go back and swore sworn vows with Chengzi.
When the green light came on, Qin Shu turned around, stepped on the accelerator and put into gear.
He asked if he had anything important to do, but hung up the phone after asking.
His eyelids couldn't be raised, so he squinted and started to touch around, asking, "Where are the oranges? Where are my oranges?"
As soon as the car stopped, he sat upright and planned to jump out, but was restrained by the seat belt.
Maybe it's not fake.
There was another red light. Qin Shu reached out and turned off the lights in the car.
Qin Shu turned on the heating air conditioner.
Subjectively, he used force, but objectively, his voice was not too loud, just a little louder than normal speech.
The distance from city b to home is not that close.
This time, Song Yunhui did not touch and knead the orange, but placed the orange on the opposite side, trying to make the kitten sit down obediently.
go home? Where are you going back to
Where else can Song Yun go besides him and Song's house
His fingers unconsciously tapped the screen, and he remembered the gossip he heard at the previous dinner.
Qin Shu temporarily gave up making sobering soup and walked over.
There were sounds of cats meowing in the house, meowing and meowing, each sound getting faster and faster than the last.
As soon as he entered the yard, he started calling Orange from a distance.
But Chengzi heard it.
The drunk fell asleep halfway, tilting his head and looking warm under the warm light.
Song Yunhui looked serious, but he had just taken off his hat, his hair was messy, and his clothes were soft and soft, which ruined the seriousness.
His attention returned to the phone briefly, and he said: "If there is nothing important, I will hang up first."
Qin Shu took the initiative to ask: "Am I a witness to the sworn vows?"
Song Yun shook his head, "No, we want to become sworn brothers together."
Chengzi wanted to come up and rub her again, but he stopped him.
It seems that this time the attitude is indeed firm.
Qin Shu's eyebrows moved slightly, but he still cooperated with him and asked, "Then what is our sworn relationship?"
Song Yunhui thought carefully, "I want to be Chengzi's eldest brother, and then you will be Chengzi's father."
Qin Shu was silent for a moment.
Fortunately, Song Yunhui discovered the logical relationship and frowned: "No, this will not be the right relationship between us."
Qin Shu slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, then," Song Yun replied decisively, "I want to be Chengzi's father, and you are Chengzi's father."
He turned to Qin Shu and asked, "Do you have any objections?"
Qin Shu: "I have no objection."
So the sworn ceremony began.
They were supposed to drink, but Song Yunhui was able to realize that the kitten couldn't drink, so he drank water instead.
To be precise, he and Qin Shu drank strawberry milk, and Orange drank the water in the small basin.
The little cat didn't understand what these adults were doing, but it still took a symbolic drink of water.
In short, this is the completion of the sworn vows.
Song Yun hugged Chengzi back and shouted seriously to the kitten: "What a big boy."
Chengzi didn't know if this was calling him, so he meowed somewhat hesitantly.
After the sworn vows were completed, Qin Shu asked Song Yunhui if he could leave temporarily.
Song Yunhui didn't say anything negative, just looked at him seriously, and then whispered "Yeah" in a low voice.
“…”
Qin Shu didn't dare to leave.
Sobering up soup can only be put to the back for now.
Chengzi also meowed twice, rubbed his trouser legs, and then returned to Song Yun's arms.
Song Yunhui was humming his "Orange Song" again.
Qin Shu also sat on the carpet. Then he remembered something, took the orange from the other person's arms, helped him stand up, and said, "I'll take you to see something."
Song Yun regained interest and followed him.
Qin Shu took him to the once empty room on the first floor. Song Yun walked around and knew that there was nothing in it, only two windows and a cabinet.
Qin Shu opened the door and then turned on the light.
The light was warm white, and the room lit up the moment it was turned on.
In the middle of the room is a piano, brown, shining warmly but with a strong presence under the lamp.
Song Yun returned his drooping eyebrows and became a little more energetic.
It just... looks familiar.
Including the color, layout, and pattern direction, it looks very familiar.
—Exactly like the piano I wanted.
Qin Shu said: "I'll make it up for you as a housewarming gift."
"You are not at home today, so I put it here first."
The cover of the piano was opened, Song Yun touched the black and white keys with his fingers, looked down at the piano, and suddenly smiled.
Unlike his usual smile, his smile was shallow, but when they met his eyes, he could clearly feel his smile.
This emotion is more real than ever.
Qin Shu asked him: "Do you like it?"
Song Yun nodded.
If he didn't want it, he wouldn't save money for this piano.
He didn't feel regretful or disappointed when he learned that the piano had been bought, but his feelings now were real.
He is very happy.
There is no need for an origin, and it is not simply because of this piano.
The happy Master Song decided to play "Orange Song" on the spot.
Qin Shurong was promoted to photographer, and his mobile phone was his camera.
Song Yun sat back on the stool, Cheng Zi put her hands on his lap and narrowed her eyes.
Apart from the arbitrary name "Song of Oranges", whether objectively or subjectively speaking, the piano version of "Song of Oranges" actually sounds good.
Arrangement and piano seem to be imprinted in Song Yunhui's bones. No matter whether he is too drunk to walk or not, he can complete it excellently without leaving any stain on any of them.
His hands were originally cold, but after entering the room, they began to gradually warm up, and they were no longer frozen to the point of being sluggish.
His fingers were very long. They were originally red from the cold, but now they have returned to normal color. They are very conspicuous among the black and white piano keys.
Although he has never used this piano, he uses it extremely smoothly.
There is no other reason than it lasts a long time.
The piano Xu Wenhui gave him was exactly the same as this one. He had always used that piano since he was a child.
The pianos were manufactured in small quantities at that time. Production had been completely discontinued before, and even fewer were in circulation on the market.
Unexpectedly, it was Qin Shu who finally bought it.
After playing "Orange Song", Song Yun walked back to Qin Shu and looked over at his phone to see the photographer's finished film.
The angle of the photographer is slightly different from the normal flat shot of the camera.
I can’t say what the difference is. In short, it looks more comfortable, as if it has built-in tracking light, and I am always in the center of my sight.
Song Yunhui thought deeply, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "So this is..."
"The Master's Perspective."
Qin Shu sighed softly and said "Yeah".
Song Yun pulled his shoulders back, breathed shallowly on his neck, and asked him: "Master, when will this video be released?"
The master's body stiffened slightly.
Qin Shu turned his head, glanced at the other party's long eyelashes and the ends of his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "It can't be done now, it needs to be cut again."
If it were posted tonight and this video was leaked online, Song Yun might not be able to go out for the next month.
Song Yunhui sighed regretfully and rubbed the kitten's head.
Qin Shu glanced at his drooping eyes.
The other party was obviously in high spirits, but he was also obviously sleepy. His eyes were black and blue, and he looked like he was seriously sleep deprived.
"I'm going to make soup," Qin Shu lowered his head and said, "Can you play with Cheng Zi on the sofa for a while?"
Song Yunhui was very considerate and nodded, "Okay."
He lowered his head and kneaded his orange white gloves and whispered: "Good boy, let's go to the living room to play."
Orange meowed.
After safely escorting one person and one cat to the sofa, Qin Shu rolled up his sleeves and was finally able to make sobering soup.
Standing in the open kitchen, you can see the entire living room, and he glances over there from time to time.
There were originally sounds of cats meowing and talking in the living room, but then the sounds became quieter and quieter. By the time he scooped out the soup and prepared to let it cool a little, the living room was completely silent.
He wiped his hands dry, approached the sofa softly, and then picked up Chengzi, who was nestled in Song Yunhui's arms, and put it into the cat's nest.
I smashed the orange twice, but in the end I still didn't wake up.
The air conditioner was still on, and Song Yunhui didn't take off his clothes. His face was a little red from the warmth, and he didn't seem to have slept well.
After bringing the slightly cool sobering soup to the living room table and setting it down, Qin Shu bent down and patted Song Yunhui gently.
The other party's eyes did not open, but his eyelashes trembled again and again, so he must have woken up.
Qin Shu patiently helped him up, took the hangover soup and put it to his mouth, saying, "Drink the hangover soup, or you will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."
Song Yunhui resisted, but was unexpectedly obedient. He opened his eyes a little and drank the hangover soup with some pain.
After he finished drinking, he poured out the salted fish.
Qin Shu rolled up his sleeves again without complaint, revealing his smooth forearms.
Song Yunhui fell into a deep sleep, completely unaware of what happened.
Master Qin walked down from the second floor after a busy night. He glanced at the living room table with two bottles of strawberry milk and the orange drinking basin under the table, and his eyebrows softened.
Late at night, the sound of cleaning up the kitchen was faint.
***
“…”
The sun in the distance jumped out from the horizon, shining over tall buildings and gentle slopes, and shining into the room through the windows.
There is a bulge in the white quilt.
Then the bulge moved and a black head emerged.
Song Yunhui opened his eyes with some difficulty.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the room was filled with sunlight.
Once raw, twice cooked.
Seeing the familiar ceiling, Song Yunhui instantly realized where he was now.
Scattered memories began to appear in his mind. He lay on the bed and began to recall the events.
He went drinking with Chen Chen yesterday, and then met Bai Linhua
Maybe it was him, he couldn't remember clearly.
The later the memory becomes, the clearer it becomes.
After just a few seconds of memory, Song Yunhui spent more than ten minutes cooling himself down.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Hello world, goodbye world.
But he was destined not to say goodbye to this world.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Song Yun sat up and then got out of bed and opened the door.
Qin Shu stood outside the door without taking off his apron. He lowered his head and asked him, "Do you want to sleep for a while longer?"
His attitude was very natural, as if he had completely forgotten what happened last night.
He was very considerate, but Song Yunhui remembered it.
He raised his numb eyes, and then he couldn't bear to look at the other person, so he could only look away and said, "I won't sleep anymore."
"To nourish your stomach, drink porridge this morning."
Qin Shu said, "Then you wash up first, and I'll get the porridge out and let it cool down."
Seeing Song Yun nodding back, he was about to leave. When he turned his eyes, he saw the other person's bare feet on the ground.
"It's not good for your health to go barefoot on the floor. The slippers are by the bed, so be sure to put them on."
Song Yun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and immediately walked to the bed and put on his slippers.
Slippers are what he likes, and he doesn't reject them, but he has developed a habit at home.
No one told him that this was wrong, so he got used to it.
After Qin Shu left, Song Yun returned to the bed and put on his coat, then walked to the window and opened the curtains.
For a moment, the sun was even brighter.
This room not only has good lighting, but also has a good view outside the window.
From here, you can see the mountains and the city in the distance, and you can see the small park in the community and the small garden in the yard nearby.
What was supposed to be the best room in the house turned out to be a guest room.
Song Yunhui didn't understand, so he asked if he didn't understand.
After washing and sitting at the dining table to eat together, he raised this question.
Qin Shu said: "I left it for you."
Song Yunhui opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Qin Xiaoshu, you are so good!"
He didn't believe it.
Qin Shu smiled slightly and said nothing more.
Chengzi slowly swung his big tail and came over to rub Song Yun's legs.
Song Yun hugged Chengzi back and blurted out: "What a big boy."
As soon as this sentence came out, he was stunned for the first time.
He suddenly fell into a mysterious and mysterious realm.
There must be no one in the world who is more capable of self-destruction than him.
Qin Shu turned his head and finally couldn't help but laugh.
As soon as he smiled, the calm that the two of them had pretended to be was no longer there.
Song Yun's ears immediately became filled with blood, and he just wanted to grab the ground with his head.
The topic has reached this point and is completely irreversible.
Qin Shu said at the right time: "It's better to drink less alcohol in the future."
He added, "After you came back yesterday, I told your friend that you got home safely and there was nothing to worry about."
Song Yunhui covered his face in pain, "I will never drink again."
He really didn't expect that his drinking capacity was so bad.
It seems that others are so good at drinking, and there is no problem in drinking bottle after bottle of wine, but when it comes to myself, I pour one glass at a time.
"You can drink in moderation if you want."
Facing Song Yun's returning gaze, Qin Shu said, "If you want to drink, just come to me."
Song Yunhui's drinking capacity was not suitable for going to bars, and he didn't trust the people in these places. After much deliberation, it was best to stay at home.
Song Yun rubbed the cat on his lap.
After breakfast and washing the dishes together, Song Yunhui held Qin Shu's cell phone and watched last night's video with a feeling of extreme shame.
I look very stupid on the screen, extremely stupid.
But the music is pretty good.
After watching a video, Song Yunhui silently chose to send the video to himself, turned to look at Qin Shu sitting aside, and said: "Yesterday's piano..."
Qin Shu still said the same thing: "Housewarming ceremony."
The two people's eyes met. Song Yunhui's light-colored pupils moved slightly, then he narrowed his eyes and said:
"Thank you then."
His eyes were clear, like a stream of light, which easily penetrated people's hearts.
Qin Shu moved his fingers slightly.
Song Yunhui once told him that the colder a person looks, the prettier his smile is.
He did not think this was fallacy and believed it deeply.
After receiving a piano × 1, there was no need for big expenses. Song Yunhui had already started thinking about what to do with the money in the card.
His consumption desire cannot be said to be high. He usually buys some necessary food, occasionally clothes and some things needed for work. He has no special hobbies in other matters.
He thought divergently, and then said: "Why don't I build a very large cat nest for my son? Even if he is a cat, he should also be a prince cat."
Orange playing with toys in the cat's nest:
Qin Shu took a sip of water, slowly turned the water glass in his hand, and then suggested: "Otherwise, decorate your house."
Song Yun followed his suggestion and thought. It seems like this. His house is indeed too simple. At most, it can only be regarded as equipped with water, electricity and network cables. The kitchen is barely usable, and there are no details.
The more Song Yunhui thought about it, the more feasible it became.
The recording studio, which was made by connecting two rooms, has been renovated. It has a large space inside and he can sleep there at night without getting in the way.
After carefully thinking about the contents of the cabinet upstairs, Song Yun replied: "Then I can move the cabinet downstairs, and then..."
Qin Shu sat up slightly, his expression showing no change, and said:
"I mean, you can just come live at my place."
He listed them clearly one by one, "It's very dusty during the renovation, and the smell of the paint is not good for the human body. It's very close to you, so you can check the progress directly."
He said, "There are also oranges to play with."
Everything he said hit Song Yunhui's heart hard.
Qin Shu finally said, "The weather is good these two days. You can find someone to clean the house and move the necessary furniture over. If there is a movie premiere in two days, I won't be home and can't help."
Song Yunhui was surprised: "So fast?"
He guessed that Qin Shu was a practical person, but he didn't expect him to be so practical.
It was so fast that he was caught off guard.
Qin Shu asked him: "Want to quickly plan how to decorate the house?"
Song Yun returned his serious face: "I thought so."
The two successfully reached an agreement.
Qin Shu said that he happened to know a housekeeping and moving company, and the two discussed it together and immediately contacted the time.
After the last call was hung up, Song Yunhui was still looking for decoration plans with great interest. Qin Shu stood up and said to go to the bathroom.
"Wow-"
With cold water splashing on his face, Qin Shu supported the sink and raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror.
"Meow!"
The door was not closed tightly, and an orange-yellow furry squeezed in through the crack of the door and called out to him.
Qin Shu knelt down and touched Cheng Zi's chin. He purred slightly and narrowed his eyes.
Qin Shu lowered his eyes and said hoarsely:
"I'm really greedy."
The kitten didn't understand what he was talking about. It just came in to inspect its territory, and then left with its furry paws.
—
After calming down, Qin Shu returned to the living room.
Song Yunhui was still looking at his decoration plan. As soon as Qin Shu sat down, the phone in his hand rang.
It's an unknown number.
Qin Shu took a look and said, "I called this number yesterday and I answered it."
"He said his name was Zhong Xu."
Song Yunhui held up his chin and hung up immediately, his movement of blocking was particularly smooth.
Qin Shu did not express any opinions.
The decoration plan needed to be considered in the long term. Song Yunhui played with Chengzi for a while and then returned home.
He thought about it carefully and found that after the completion of the Chenghuan project, he had recently become free and could just use it for decoration.
He felt that he should not allow himself to be idle.
Always find something to do.
After walking around the house, Song Yunhui found that he had not lived in for too long, and he didn't have many personal belongings, so it was easy to clean up.
This was the first time he looked at the house he bought.
This is his own house.
There are no servants who look at people secretly, there are not many rules, and there are no false greetings.
It seems that a person is like that.
Go to the second floor and turn on the computer while Song Yunhui looks at his phone.
Bai Linhua sent him a WeChat message and asked him how he was feeling now.
He replied "Very good" and then said thank you.
After replying the message, he looked up at the sky.
He remembered that he probably told Bai Linhua that he lived far away from City B.
The front one refuses to meet, the back one is passionate and affectionate.
He was studying the grayscale of the ceiling when his phone shook a few more times.
Still Bai Linhua.
[The selection for the Golden Melody Awards has ended, and the results came out today. The organizing committee should contact you soon]
[Will you go to the award ceremony then?]
Bai Linhua also mentioned a song title, turned on the computer, and Song Yunhui was typing while searching on the Internet.
It was a song he wrote a year ago, but he didn’t expect it to be translated and given an award this year.
He edits the message and hits send:
[I can’t go because I have something to do]
The other party seemed to have expected this ending.
The chat didn't last long. After Song Yun finished sending the message, the browser automatically popped up a push notification.
[The king group in the music industry has achieved another great success and may win all major music awards]
Song Yun looked back without changing his expression, still put down his phone and never opened it again.
Or maybe his expression has changed.
Song Yun returned to the hand that was not holding the mouse and rubbed his arm unconsciously.
"...what marketing account."
The person involved didn't care and even felt a little embarrassed, but the fans seemed to be celebrating the New Year in advance and rushed to tell each other.
[The latest news is out! Golden Melody Award! It’s the Golden Melody Award!]
[I am still listening to "Homeward Bound" over and over again, and the trailer made me cry so much that I am crying and laughing at the same time]
[Doujiu and Baishen are the best partners. Wuwu, Doujiu’s lyrics and music, and Xiaobai’s songs combined, none of them won’t win awards]
[The two locked up, I swallowed the key]
[It’s true, it’s true! ! ! I just started talking on the spot. Doujiao only gave Xiaobai a set of lyrics and music, while the others only had one song]
[If "Homeward Bound" had been released earlier, I guess the prize would have gone to Homeward Bound]
[This song is also good, and it has been winning awards since it came out]
[Totally crazy! ! ! Why don’t these two be bound directly? It’s so magical, woo woo woo]
[I have a friend... If you don’t pretend, it’s me. I really want to see Mrs. Soy Milk, woo woo woo]
[By the way, I don’t even know whether Soy Milk is a boy or a girl. Does anyone know about the big-eyed boy of Soy Milk? (By the way, are there any big-eyed boys?)]
[Although I have never met them in person, I really think they match well!]
[…]
In the quiet room, Song Yunhui sat on a chair, with several A4 papers stacked randomly at hand, with messy notes on them.
He was wearing headphones, and the video just sent today was still playing. He clicked to pause from time to time, and wrote and drew on his hand.
The notes on several pieces of music were deleted, modified, and finally imported into the computer.
After saving the score into the computer, Song Yunhui glanced at the time, finally turned off the computer, grabbed the key and went to the next door.
Today he was finally able to participate in making lunch.
Although I just washed the vegetables and then watched, I still worked hard on myself.
In the afternoon, he and Qin Shu studied the decoration together, and Song Yunhui was immediately amazed.
Qin Shu sat with him at the computer, watching Song Yunhui look at the computer screen seriously, still holding a pen in his hand and writing and drawing unconsciously.
Pulling up the floor plan of the house, Song Yunhui held the mouse and began to arrange the layout.
Qin Shu listened to his plan.
Finally, he circled a room on the second floor and said:
"I'll leave this room to you."
Qin Shu looked at him.
The ballpoint pen spun around in his left hand. Song Yun smiled back and said, "If you quarrel with Cheng Zi in the future, you can come to me to hide."
Qin Shu responded: "Okay."
The two planned it for half the afternoon, and then Song Yun went back out.
The next day, the people from the moving company arrived on time and started work.
Song Yunhui was wearing a mask and originally wanted to help, but as soon as he stood next to the cabinet, the moving uncles stuffed him with a basket containing some sundries, which was very light and easy to move.
After moving a small basket, he stood aside and finally became a special worker taking care of the oranges.
Song Yunhui felt that these uncles might have misunderstood him, but when he explained it, he felt a little strange. In the end, he remained silent and played with Chengzi, who had gained two kilograms more.
Moving was originally a very troublesome matter, but because the two of them lived next door, Song Yun didn't return many things and it was over before noon.
Qin Shu lives alone, which is similar to Song Yunhui's situation. There are many empty rooms in the house, which is more than enough to put some furniture.
Song Yunhui was always running around, but he adapted well after moving here and didn't notice any changes from usual times.
He was serving the cat food to Cheng Daer, taking the opportunity to comb it while Qin Shu handled some finishing work.
Song Yunhui was so focused on grooming Chengzi that he didn't notice him going out and coming back.
Qin Shu brought back a lot of things and then started to tidy up the house.
The number of mouthwash cups in the bathroom has changed from one to two, and the toothpaste and toothbrushes are arranged neatly.
The towels hanging on the rack also changed from one to two.
In a short time, he had completely organized everything from top to bottom.
Organized and purposeful.
—As if it had been rehearsed for a long time.
Orange is a long-haired cat who looks cute but is also very troublesome. There have been several incidents of cat hair flying around.
Song Yun sat back on the blanket and continued to comb the cat's hair. He was a little tired from sitting, so he went back to get a mat to cushion it, but it didn't feel right.
It’s not quite right, it’s just a little too right.
This is a cushion I brought from home. I usually like to place it on the corners of this kind of sofa for easy access.
Qin Shu was sorting out these things after they were brought here. I didn't expect him to be so understanding.
"Drink water, warm, to moisten your throat."
Qin Shu came over and handed him a glass of water.
Song Yunhui took the water glass and opened his eyes slightly.
It's a little dinosaur's water cup, and the handle just happens to be the little dinosaur's tail.
He held the water glass in his hand and silently decided to drink more hot water in the future.
On the first night when he moved into Qin Shu's house, Song Yunhui fell asleep directly without warming up.
Qin Shu had a movie premiere the next day and went out early in the morning.
Song Yunhui got up, had breakfast, added enough cat food to the cat food machine, put on a mask and left.
This time he is still going to city B.
I went to the same recording studio I went to last time.
From noon to afternoon, when it was completely dark, Song Yun returned to the recording studio, sat down on a chair by the window in the corridor to get some air, turned to look out the window, took off his mask and took a sip of coffee.
Outside are the familiar city lights.
Brilliant, small, and impossible to ignore.
There was a group of people walking by, their footsteps messy and unfocused, and they concentrated around the person walking in the middle.
Which singer should have finished recording and got off work.
Song Yunhui threw the empty coffee into the trash can and put on a mask.
It's time for him to get off work.
When he came out of the recording studio, Song Yunhui left through the exit on the other side.
There is never a shortage of people in the city at night.
There will be far fewer people in winter.
When I came out of the recording studio, there were not many people on the street.
There were not many taxis passing by here. He walked along the road from memory. Song Yun remembered that he could go through an alley this way and reach the taxi stand.
It was very late today, and the weather was cold. The alley where many people usually passed was dimly lit, and it didn't look like there was anyone there.
Just as he stepped into the alley, a voice suddenly appeared:
"Don't move, leave the money for me!"
Song Yun turned his head.
A man was blocking the entrance of the alley. There was light there. His face was unobstructed. He was still wearing cotton clothes. He had a knife in his hand, but his voice was trembling.
—Obviously he just happened to be passing by and suddenly got the idea.
Song Yunhui lowered his head and wanted to take a look at his hands, but because it was too dark and couldn't see, he gave up.
The man held a knife and slowly approached.
"Don't force me to do it, hand over the money quickly—"
A sharp wind sounded, followed by the sound of a knife colliding with the ground. Every sound made people's hearts tremble.
The man who didn't realize what happened fell to the ground, his hands were grabbed, and his bones were so painful.
Song Yunhui bent down close to him and asked the question he wanted to ask when he moved:
"Do I look easy to bully?" the man whimpered, too frightened to speak.
"Click"
Song Yunhui didn't wait for the answer. Before the man had time to speak, a figure appeared in the alley. Without paying attention, his phone fell to the ground.
The other party murmured:
"Soy milk?"
(End of chapter)