Qin Shu didn't notice that Song Yunhui was on the phone. It was only when he hung up that he realized that he seemed to be talking to someone.
Qin Shu didn't ask, and Song Yun didn't mention the call when he returned.
After all, generally speaking, no one likes to talk about a love that ended in vain.
From giving toys to each other when they were children to their later adults, Zhong Xu has been involved in every stage of his life. Zhong Xu is also the only person he has ever liked.
But he was indeed slow to realize that Zhong Xu liked Song Zishu only after he fell into a coma.
The sudden estrangement, the favoritism of Song Zishu, and the forgotten birthday, it turns out that everything had its reasons.
It's a ghost.
The first thing Song Yunhui thought of when he woke up was to quickly end this really weird pseudo-love triangle.
I don’t know when it started, but he was always the one who took the initiative to contact Zhong Xu and make appointments with him.
This was obviously his own wishful thinking. As long as he took the initiative to cut off contact, the relationship would end immediately.
"Young people should wear these colors more often."
It's very conspicuous.
Qin Shu glanced at him.
Song Yunhui hung the ring on his index finger, supported his chin and looked at the banana dog. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Finally, he took a picture of it.
Song Yunhui got off the car with his bag and milk tea, waved to him, and finally turned around and went home.
Qin Shu finally got into the car carrying two bags of clothes, and Song Yunhui diligently helped to place the bags securely on the back seat.
Qin Shu was wearing a mask and his expression was calm.
In the afternoon, the microphone I had bought earlier and a bunch of other things were delivered, and the store staff came to install them.
Several people entered the live broadcast room the moment it started.
"… "
It turns out that I had live-streamed when I was bored in the hospital.
Song Yunhui smiled, "You will look good in this."
After making the changes, he swiped the list and closed it. When he saw the small icons in the column next to it on the computer, he remembered something.
They drove back home, and when getting out of the car, Qin Shu handed a bag to Song Yunhui.
Putting the banana dog he got today on the table, Song Yunhui propped up his chin and clicked the mouse, then set the name of the live broadcast room and adjusted the camera.
When I logged in, I found that the backstage message had reached 99. I took a quick look and saw many people crying and asking him when he would start broadcasting.
As I said, being happy is the most important thing.
Song Yunhui brought his staff to the recording studio he had booked early in the morning.
The mask moved slightly.
As they passed the living room, they saw the pink sweatshirt spread out on the sofa.
A new thing can always briefly arouse enthusiasm. Song Yunhui finished revising the piece that was left unfinished yesterday.
At that time, he seemed to have said something, saying see you next time the show starts.
After deleting all the contact information he had requested, Song Yunhui felt relieved.
It is a yellow banana dog. It is ugly in a unique way, but it also appears cute in a different way if you look at it for a long time.
Qin Shu, wearing a white shirt and a gray sweater, met his eyes.
There were many people in the store, and the two of them didn't expect to introduce themselves, so they just walked out of the store carrying their milk tea.
Someone handed Song Yun a bottle of strawberry milk, and Song Yunhui sent the staff away, then walked around the recording studio.
This was the first time he had seen such a gentle backstage.
There are regrets, but more of a sense of relief and relaxation.
If she could even decide to leave home, it would be even easier to cut off contact with Zhong Xu.
Then he was discharged from the hospital and completely forgot about it.
Song Yunhui said in a tone very similar to that of a low-level agent: "It looks good. It looks good, and I want to buy one too."
The staff is very professional.
The soundproofing of this room was started when the house was purchased, and it was completed long before that, except for the installation.
The installed recording studio is sparkling and exudes professionalism from head to toe.
Let go of others and let go of yourself.
His gaze unconsciously drifted to Qin Shu.
Still thinking about drinking milk tea, Song Yun was about to announce that he was going home. Just as he reached the first floor, he turned his head and saw a pink hooded sweatshirt on a model in a store.
Song Yun put away his phone and took the small pendant handed to him by Qin Shu.
[Hardware wholesale at special prices, hurry up]
It's dark now, perfect for a late-night chat.
Probably because those who followed him would receive a reminder of the start of the broadcast, after a few minutes, hundreds of people had already joined the live broadcast room. Song Yunhui was not sure whether these hundreds of people were real or given by the platform.
Hundreds of people fell silent in front of the banana dog standing in the middle of the picture.
Song Yunhui greeted them, "Hello."
[The dog is talking! (Is this a banana or a dog?]
[Why haven't you aired for so long? I miss you so much!]
[Leilei, song, listen]
[Leilei, song, listen]
"Let's chat first today, and then sing."
Song Yunhui changed his hand to support his chin, poked the banana dog on the table, and said:
"I just moved house and I've been busy, so I didn't have time."
His voice was clear and gentle, and his pronunciation seemed to touch people's hearts. People could not help but shudder and relax unconsciously, as if they were really chatting with a friend.
[What beautiful hands! Slurp]
[Soymilk seems to be in a good mood. Did he go out to play today? ]
[Mrs. Soy Milk! My roommate is terminally ill, and her wish is for soy milk to show up QAQ]
[Request a song, Bai Linhua's "Wild Wind"!! ]
[This banana is a dog's little thing, it's pretty unique]
Sweeping the increasingly numerous comments, Song Yunhui found the words he wanted to see and said:
"Today I went shopping with... um, a friend. The banana dog was given to me by the store when I bought milk tea. The milk tea was delicious."
"Forget about showing my face. When you see my face, you will all leave."
As he spoke, he added "Wild Wind" to the playlist.
"Hmm? I want VIP membership."
Song Yunhui scanned the QR code to recharge.
[Hahahahahahahahaha I can feel the reluctance even through the screen! ] [Soymilk, send me the payment code! I’ll help you recharge! ]
[Soymilk, send me your WeChat! I will help you top up! ]
[The previous ambition is exposed]
[Bai Linhua's songs are all good, Yefeng yyds]
In an instant, reward messages popped out one after another, and the screen was full of colorful colors.
Song Yunhui didn't notice it, he was looking at the lyrics interface.
[Lyrics: Soy milk doesn’t taste good]
[Composition: Soy milk doesn’t taste good]
His attitude changed strangely, and he nodded repeatedly:
“Well, this song is worth it.”
[When soy milk meets soy milk, eyes are filled with tears]
[Haha soy milk recognition scene]
[Soy milk is involved in many of Baihuahua’s songs, and every one of them is so good!]
Song Yunhui didn't say anything extra, just smiled and said, "Fellow villager."
His live broadcast ID is "I don't drink soy milk", which is just one word different from "soy milk tastes bad".
The origin of the name came from the time when I was drinking soy milk, and I could never forget it after taking a sip.
The soy milk is innocent, the store is guilty.
While other netizens were chatting, Song Yunhui started playing music.
The moment the prelude came on, he remembered the tune completely.
It seems to have been written quite a while ago.
"Mai is not feeling well, just bear with it."
Then the world became quiet, with only the prelude of the song still playing.
Unlike others, Song Yunhui's voice is gentle yet powerful. He does not deliberately show off his skills, but follows the original form of the song.
It seemed like he was seeing this song for the first time. Song Yunhui, who was still surprised to ask for VIP membership, now seemed to know the song very well.
Gentle, gentle, yet tough and powerful.
Before we knew it, the number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increased.
Various reward effects floated on the screen. Song Yun looked back but did not reply immediately.
When the song was about to end, he stopped and said, "Drink some water first."
The viewers in the live broadcast room then realized that he was playing the accompaniment.
[Oh my god! It's actually the accompaniment! Hasn't Doujiang heard of this song? ]
[This is a bit fake]
[The voice is so gentle, woooo, I send you a little rocket, I hope I can sleep well tonight]
[I’m crying, woooooo, woooooo, I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately, I’ve been holding it in, and now I can’t hold it anymore QAQ]
[Mrs. Soy Milk Lover!!! I have power again! ]
A song stopped automatically after it finished playing, and the sound of a cup being placed on the table was heard. Song Yunhui leaned forward slightly, trying to make out the colorful fonts.
"I've heard this song before," Song Yun replied, "before it was charged."
To be precise, it was before it was released.
“Thank you for the reward. It’s not easy, please do what you can.”
Maybe he was still looking at the rewards, as soon as he finished speaking, a lot of rewards came in.
"Relax here if you are stressed."
Song Yunhui put on a coat, spoke in a gentle voice, yawned, and said, "Less rewards, more exchanges. If you have any questions, you can raise them and we can look at them together."
As if he had thought of something, he added, "Advanced mathematics is an exception."
[I stopped typing [cat is sluggish.jpg]]
[? Does anyone really want to ask about advanced mathematics? ? Your worries and my worries seem to be different]
[What about linear algebra? ]
[The sound of advanced mathematics and soy milk is a double buff. I am already feeling sleepy.]
[Sing another song, Soy Milk QAQ. One more time will definitely make you fall asleep.]
This was followed by a series of song requests.
Song Yunhui chose a song that sounded soothing.
Unlike other live broadcast rooms, the popularity of [Hardware Wholesale Store] increases as it gets later at night.
The popularity is increasing, but the number of comments is decreasing.
Song Yun looked back at the time and said, "Let's play one last song."
At the end, he sang "Tomorrow Will Be Better", which is a cliché song for many people.
"Okay, see you next time."
When I was ending the live broadcast, there were suddenly a lot of rewards, and the interface froze for a moment before I successfully exited.
There are a lot more messages in the background.
The platform also sent him a message, asking him if he was interested in signing the contract.
Song Yunhui did not reply immediately. He took off his headphones, rubbed his hair, and tried to look into the distance to ease the soreness.
You certainly can’t see far away at night, but you can see the lights next door which are still on.
Still staying up late.
*
Qin Shu is looking at his phone.
Orange never sleeps well at night and now he's rolling around in his hand.
On the mobile phone screen is the interface of Big Eyes, which is Song Yunhui’s personal homepage.
It is obvious that he uses his own account, without any signs of team operation. Many of the pictures on it are about daily food and scenery, as well as some confusing but inexplicably funny jokes.
He likes to share and will share things that make him happy with everyone, although he often receives criticism in return.
But his Big Eyes stopped at the day before the drowning incident and has not been updated since.
His uncharacteristic behavior made many netizens feel that they had caught some evidence, and they followed their own guesses. The more they thought about it, the more they felt it was right, and the more they thought it was right, the more they cursed.
No one has investigated the accuracy of these rumors.
After turning off the phone and stopping Chengzi from trying to touch the photo on the bedside table, Qin Shu took the pink sweater that was placed aside and said:
"He should be suitable for this dress."
In the photo frame beside the bed, the boy in the blue and white school uniform is smiling brightly.
(End of this chapter)