Putting down his phone, Song Yunhui looked up at the computer and checked the messages.
Someone sent him several messages, the last one was:
[Teacher Doujiang, what is the progress of the song? [Love]]
Song Yunhui did not feel guilty at all and raised his hand to reply:
[Soon]
After replying to the message, he stood up, rummaged through a pile of A4 papers and pulled out two relatively clean sheets of paper, then dug out a pen from the things he had moved.
Almost there means that he finally remembered that there was such a thing.
Using headphones to hold down his messy hair that was sticking up after taking a shower, Song Yunhui bent his legs and squatted on the chair, the pen in his hand moving randomly and irregularly.
The world became completely quiet, with only the sound of tuning notes coming from the headphones.
Once Song Yunhui starts doing something, he will be very serious and completely forget about everything outside.
After tidying up the desktop and finally shredding the files in the Recycle Bin, Song Yunhui turned off the computer and finally went to bed.
There are scripts mixed in among various discarded scores.
Song Yunhui has become more and more proficient in taking taxis and buses.
No matter which direction you look from, you can only see the hat and a few pieces of hair.
The person in front left, Song Yun paid the money and then filled in the address.
Song Yunhui glanced at his phone, compared the list, and said calmly: "No more, thank you."
The employee who received him smiled warmly and asked him, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"
Feeling that he still had energy, Song Yunhui began to tidy up his overly messy desktop and folders.
I just compose music, and sometimes write lyrics when I feel like it. If I'm interested, I'll take it. If I don't like it, I'll refuse. I can arrange my time freely.
Soy milk is not good, but he is a great composer. He was a treasure they found by chance, and later they became regular partners. However, the music he composed won an award years ago, and the songs he wrote were also very popular, so his value increased by several times, and the number of people who made appointments increased sharply. It is said that the queue has been extended to next year.
Yes! Soy milk!
Compared to acting, my current job is more suitable for me.
He still had a lot of things to buy and had to decide on them today.
He casually declined and put his phone aside.
Song Yunhui had a clear goal. After finding what he wanted one by one, he stopped shopping and prepared to pay.
He was wrapped up so tightly that only a part of his nose was exposed, but he still met boys and girls who asked for their WeChat accounts. Looking at the map displayed on his phone, some people were very enthusiastic and wanted to help lead the way.
After this coma, Song Yunhui felt that his biggest improvement was that his mentality had improved.
Everything is fine, everything is good, being happy is the most important thing.
The agent sighed, "Soy milk has become more famous in the industry recently, so it's definitely not as easy to schedule now as before."
The facts show that he is not suitable for this job, so there is no need to force it.
His voice is very recognizable, light and penetrating. Even though he is covered by a mask, it still feels like a thread fastened to his heart.
He was looking for a professional microphone and a bunch of supporting equipment, and the only store in this mall that met his standards.
Outside the store
Bai Linhua, who was also fully armed, walked among the crowd, his steps getting slower and slower.
The store was a bit out of the way, and he looked around twice before he found it.
Song Yunhui didn't know what these people could see through their masks and hats, so he refused and finally found his destination on his own.
There were three or five people in front of the cashier counter, and they seemed to have come together.
He walked into the busy shopping mall.
There was an extra email in my mailbox, from a celebrity's studio.
Song Yunhui stood behind them at a distance, waiting slowly.
Strawberry milk and bread solved his brunch problem. Song Yunhui put on his coat, hat and mask and went out.
I always feel that the voice just now is very familiar.
"…Don't think about it. There is always a way. I will ask Doujiang if he has time recently."
He blinked his sore eyes and took the phone to take a look.
He had an impression of this star, but it was not a good one.
It's a very big store.
What he needs is not available here, and he needs to go to the main city to buy it.
It's already two o'clock.
Someone in front looked back and saw Song Yunhui already looking down at his phone.
When he finally took off his headphones, he pressed the paper covered with scribbles under the keyboard and checked the time.
When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon.
The hand holding the mouse pauses for half a second, then clicks Delete.
Bai Linhua immediately turned around and struggled to move forward through the crowd towards the store.
When he returned to the store, the only person left was the clerk who was still talking to the cashier about how generous the customer was.
The agent ran over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Bai Linhua said nothing, just shook his head.
What was here just now seemed to be soy milk.
He turned to his agent and said, "I have his WeChat, we can contact him directly."
The agent glared at him and asked, "When did you add it?"
He didn't have the other party's WeChat account, so he usually relied on emails and called in emergencies. He didn't expect that these two had added each other on WeChat without his knowledge.
Bai Linhua didn't reply to him and just let him chatter on.
They have been friends for quite some time, for a simple reason: WeChat makes communication easy.
Sometimes when Doujiang is too busy, he will just send him a voice message and ask him to convert it into text himself.
Bai Linhua didn't turn around, but listened carefully every time, so he gradually became familiar with the other person's voice.
The sound he heard just now, both in tone and voice, was so much like soy milk.
***
After shopping, Song Yunhui took a bus home.
After entering the community and walking past the next door, the gate suddenly opened.
He turned his head and the first person he saw was Qin Shu, who was holding an orange tightly in his arms.
Moving his eyes upwards, he also saw the cat hair on the other person's head.
Orange was still trying to push towards him.
Song Yunhui and Qin Shu looked at each other.
"… "
Finally, Song Yunhui sat in Qin Shu's living room. Chengzi rolled over in his arms, snoring continuously, and was visibly happy.
Rubbing the small white gloves in his hands, Song Yunhui narrowed his eyes slightly.
Qin Shu finally had time to deal with the cat hair on his body. There was no expression on his cold face.
With a stern face, he collected the cat hair and put it in a small bag.
Song Yun asked back: "Are these collected to make cat felt?"
Qin Shu nodded: "Yes." He stood up, left for a while, and then came back with a large bag of cat hair in his hand.
Looks like it's been building up for a while.
Even though he was holding a large bag of fur in his hands, his expression remained the same. At least on the surface, it was impossible to tell that he was the kind of person who would collect cat fur bit by bit.
Song Yun asked him back, "What are you going to do?"
Qin Shu sat down next to him and said, "Maybe it's orange."
It means to replicate a small orange.
Orange was still rolling around in Song Yunhui's arms, feeling extremely comfortable.
Song Yunhui rubbed Chengzi's chin and said, "This is a bit difficult."
But he just likes things that are difficult.
The clouds gradually turned crimson, spreading out layer by layer.
After a busy afternoon, Master Song and Master Qin decided to send the cat hair to a professional store for processing and reuse.
Song Yun returned home only after he had eaten his fill, and added Qin Shu on WeChat before leaving.
The original words were something like, we are all neighbors, so leave your WeChat for easy contact.
Song Yun replied, added WeChat and changed the note, and then he didn't care anymore.
On the contrary, it was Qin Shu who refreshed his friend list three times on his phone after Song Yunhui left, and finally concluded that the suddenly appearing [AAA Hardware Wholesale Mr. Dou] was Song Yunhui.
After returning home, Mr. Dou, the hardware wholesaler, continued to sit in front of the computer.
I pulled out the paper that was under the keyboard yesterday, found what I had written among the crowd of scribbles, and imported it into the computer while humming.
He held the headphones with his fingers and beat the rhythm slowly. The light shone through his hair and the only sound in the room was his humming.
He listened and revised the essay until late at night. Feeling that it was about time, Song Yunhui turned off the computer and went to bed quickly.
Looking out from here, you can just see the windows next door where the lights are still on.
In the spirit of neighborly harmony, Song Yunhui sent Qin Shu a good night cat head.
The other party replied with a cat head almost immediately.
Today I am a cool guy who can send cat head emoticons.
I thought the chat was over, but my phone vibrated and the other party sent another message.
Qin Shu said that he would take the orange peels to the store to make small oranges tomorrow, and asked him if he wanted to go with him.
[Go ^_^]
The next day, the two suspects successfully met at the door.
This time, Song Yunhui is a suspect who looks extremely youthful.
The weather has turned cooler, and he is wearing a white sweatshirt, still wearing a mask and a baseball cap, and his hair is blowing in the wind.
Qin Shu looked down at his wool sweater and his expression changed slightly.
Song Yun praised him back: "So handsome."
This time, there is no need to take a taxi or bus. Qin Shu will drive and Song Yunhui will be responsible for sitting.
The place they went to was a shop that specialized in making felt using pet hair.
After discussing the details with the store, they estimated that it would take four to five days to get the finished product. As it was still early, the two decided to take a walk around the neighborhood.
This is a shopping mall. There is a large electronic screen on top of the building opposite, on which a handsome face with clear outlines is clearly reflected.
Song Yun turned his head and looked at Qin Shu who was walking beside him.
Qin Shu lowered his head.
The moment their eyes met, he unconsciously turned his head slightly to avoid her.
Song Yunhui smiled happily under the mask, walked to the side of the corridor, and made a "V" sign with his hand.
"Take a photo with a famous star."
Before Qin Shu's brain could react, his hands had already started moving honestly.
The sunlight penetrated the clear glass, illuminating a pair of light-colored eyes with a smile on their faces.
Song Yunhui came back trotting.
He seemed to be in a good mood.
Qin Shu lowered his head and asked him, "Won't you feel bored coming out with me?"
Everyone tacitly accepted his silence and communication was limited to politeness.
Song Yun replied with an "Ah", "Happy."
This is the first time he hangs out with others.
Perhaps because of the sporadic memories of an extremely happy childhood, he would take the initiative to find other children to play with when he was young and could get along well with everyone.
This habit ended when Song Zishu came home.
Everything started to change.
He began to become what others called a jealous person, a spoiled rich second-generation, a waste who only knew how to eat and wait for death.
He didn't understand it before, but now he finally understood that everything was arranged by the novel.
He is just that kind of person, nothing more.
But perhaps because Qin Shu is a marginal character in the novel, or perhaps because he himself acted contrary to the plot of the novel, which weakened the effectiveness of the plot, this time someone actually communicated with him without prejudice.
I can’t say it was a big surprise, but it’s definitely nice to have a fun neighbor.
He said, "There's a milk tea shop over there, do you want to go?"
Qin Shu nodded.
The milk tea shop is decorated in a fresh and simple style, and sells both milk tea and coffee.
Song Yunhui quickly ordered Blueberry Bobo.
His eyes moved between milk tea and coffee, and facing Song Yunhui's gaze, Qin Shu finally ordered Strawberry Bobo.
Song Yunhui smiled.
There were a lot of people in the store, so one had to go to the counter to get drinks. Qin Shu went, and Song Yunhui sat in his seat watching the people coming and going outside the store.
The phone in his pocket shook, he took it out and found it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hello, who are you?"
"It's me, Zhong Xu."
This voice is so familiar.
Song Yunhui was so familiar with the call that he just wanted to hang up the phone right there.
"you… "
"Your Blueberry Bobo, the clerk also gave her a small doll."
As soon as Zhong Xu finished speaking, Song Yunhui's eyes were instantly attracted by the small ornament in Qin Shu's hand, and his speech speed instantly increased. "This is a building materials wholesale, not retail. If you are not serious, please do not disturb."
He hung up the phone after he said that.
Looking at the phone that had gone dark, Zhong Xu returned the phone to the secretary, the "Blueberry Bo Bo" he had just heard circling in his mind, and finally said:
"Wrong number."
(End of this chapter)