"… "
Even though he knew he was in a dream, Song Yunhui couldn't help but tremble his eyelashes.
Responsible? Responsible for what? Responsible for what
What is this young person talking about
Amazing, it turns out that Qin Xiaoshu was the most eloquent when he was a child.
But Qin Xiaoshu didn't finish his last words.
Because Ye Min on the side let out a loud laugh.
Her laughter was long and lingering, and Song Yunhui vaguely felt that her lung capacity was comparable to that of Chen Chen today.
By the time the other party was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe and had to support his knees to take a break, Qin Xiaoshu had already waved to him again and asked him to get on his back.
Song Yunhui could feel himself taking a step forward, and then collapsing on the other person.
Qin Xiaoshu really carried him on his back—although he didn't carry him for long before Ye Min took him away.
Qin Shu couldn't think of how to respond to him for a moment.
The person standing outside the door opened it and came in.
"You were this big before."
Qin Shu picked up the slippers on the other side of the bed and placed them under the other person's feet, saying, "Get up and eat first."
The tone was full of disbelief.
The sun was shining brightly that day, and everything I saw seemed to be sparkling, very beautiful and dazzling.
Including tinkering with the flowers and plants in the garden, building very high blocks together, playing the piano, and a lot of other things.
Still a delicious breakfast.
Qin Shu's hand hanging by his side moved slightly.
"Um... yes," he said, his throat briefly choked by the clothes until he regained his sight, "I remembered you."
His eyes obviously widened in an instant, and his light-colored pupils reflected the light in the room, taking on a strange color.
"Well, all for you."
The flowers and plants outside cannot withstand the tossing and turning like the ones at home. After the two little kids arrived at the place to rest for a while, they wandered around, looking for flowers and plants that they had never seen before.
"Put on your clothes first, don't catch a cold."
"How did you get so big?"
Reaching out to take the clothes, Song Yunhui paused for two seconds, and only after his brain received the command to put on clothes did he begin to put them on slowly.
A vague figure stood at the door and said, "Sleeping too long is bad for your health."
The person sitting on the bed had his hair messy from sleeping, and his tone was filled with disbelief and a sense of regret.
Mainly because she's cute, I haven't seen enough of her.
Song Yunhui went to bed early yesterday. If he continued to sleep, he would probably feel groggy all day.
Qin Shu was still dealing with things in the study, which was separated from his own room by a room. Song Yun hugged Chengzi and was very careful when turning on the phone.
There was a knock on the door. He opened his eyes with great effort, his vision was all white, and he said, "Come in."
It is no longer a distant, story-like experience, but a concrete and tangible memory of what actually happened.
Everything became real.
The two of them made an appointment to go out and play tomorrow. Qin Shu still needed to deal with work today. Song Yunhui calculated carefully and suddenly remembered that he was far away from the deadline this month. He still had to go out and play tomorrow. By the time he came back from a day of play, he would definitely not remember about this. After finishing his meal, he picked up the orange and went back to his room.
Ye Min followed them around and acted as a photographer of the flowers and plants.
It means that Qin Xiaoshu was really fun when he was a child.
There was someone following him all the way. Ye Min didn't look very strong, but he was surprisingly powerful. He was able to keep up with the pace even with someone in his arms. He didn't leave him to the bodyguard who followed him.
It was a very pleasant day.
He had dreamed so many times and for so long that he was still a little dazed when he woke up in the morning, unable to figure out whether this was the next dream or reality.
Song Yunhui smiled and said, "Okay."
Song Yunhui was still in shock, his eyes still unfocused, he suddenly sat up and gestured, saying:
"I remembered a lot of things."
Qin Shu took out the clothes that he had hung in the closet yesterday and handed them to the other party. Then he lowered his eyes slightly and asked casually:
"What do you remember?"
After blinking slowly again, his vision gradually became clear, and Song Yunhui looked over carefully again.
Ye Min carried him the last part of the way.
Qin Shu: “…”
That night, Song Yunhui had many dreams intermittently.
While leaning on the bed to look for his slippers, Song Yunhui rubbed his chin, gradually regaining consciousness and said, "But the thing that impressed me most was that you said you would give me all your salary when you grow up."
"It's time to get up and have breakfast."
The plush clothes will make you warm instantly when you put them on.
Today the camera is aimed at a small orange made of orange hair.
He changed the name of the live broadcast room to [Quietly Chatting about a Dime], and then manually changed the partition to the chat area, and then he started the live broadcast room.
[Another day when I didn’t receive any notification but somehow got it]
[Soy milk still remembers us (looks up and laughs) (beats the ground with head down) (shakes the soy milk)]
[No one said so I will do it! Today is a good day in the world! ]
[(I guess Doujiang realized that it might have to make up for the time at the end of this month)]
[How do you keep quiet today?]
Song Yunhui put on the headset and said in a whisper:
"That's the quiet way."
"My friend works next door, and we can't disturb him."
He spoke each word with great emphasis.
[Okay, I understand (whispering)]
[Ah! I just saw Xiumaomao! This one is so cute! Finally I don’t have to suffer from Banana Dog anymore! ]
[Please keep your voice down upstairs! Don’t disturb my friends who are drinking soy milk at work! ]
[I feel so happy every time I enter Doujiang’s live broadcast room. It would be great if I could see Doujiang every day (covering mouth) (whispering)]
[]
Next door to next door
The only sound in the room was the slight hum of the computer running, and then a cell phone notification sound broke the silence.
Qin Shu took the phone and took a look at it.
It’s a reminder for the broadcast to start.
He said that the anchor he followed, [Don’t Drink Soy Milk], was broadcasting live.
There is a tilde after the reminder, which makes it look very dramatic.
The cool guy lowered his head, then clicked in without any hesitation.
There was a momentary pause when he entered the live broadcast room, and he waited patiently.
Finally he entered the live broadcast room, and the first sentence he heard was:
“… We can’t disturb him.”
Still in a breathy voice, very considerate.
"… "
The friend next door was silent for a moment, then turned off the computer, packed up his things and opened the door.
There were footsteps in the corridor. Song Yun, who was still chatting quietly with the viewers in the live broadcast room, suddenly felt his phone shake and he received a message.
It was sent by Qin Shu.
[There is a problem with the air conditioner in the study, I went to the living room]
The living room is a million miles away from here, and I can't hear any sound from here.
Although he didn't know why the other party changed his position and sent a message, he still quickly replied with a cat head to indicate that he had received it.
"Alright guys, whisper mode is off."
Song Yun hugged the orange in his hand and leaned forward slightly, trying to make out the words on the barrage, reading and writing:
"I have nothing to do today, so let's talk about our childhood."
"So question one, are you still in touch with the friends who played in the mud with you when you were little?"
[I know this question! I still have it! She was my bridesmaid at my wedding! ]
[No, we haven’t been in touch since we went to school and work.]
[Wow, it was so much fun when I was a kid. I played hopscotch, hide-and-seek, and played in the mud. I still want to play these games now, but we’re all adults now, so I can only think about them.]
[He has become someone I don’t recognize anymore. When we meet, I just feel strange and awkward.]
Song Yunhui asked with interest: "I have a friend who said he wants to know what happened to the person who said they would be together in the future."
[Laxative, I played a married couple before, but now the other party is a scumbag. Every time I see his girlfriend, I feel sorry for her]
I Have a Friend
[Together! They grew up together, and it was natural for them to be together. There was no need for a break-in period. They knew each other from a young age.]
[Now I meet you again]
The last barrage is different from the others. It has a shiny gold edge and looks very luxurious at first glance.
After repeated explanations from the viewers in the previous live broadcast room, he already knew that the gold edge was something similar to a status symbol that came with a certain amount of reward.
The other party’s ID also looks familiar.
It’s the orange from before.
I didn't expect that the other party hadn't appeared for a long time and was still watching the live broadcast.
[Orange Boss, tell your story!! Pass the microphone!]
[Orange, this is obviously a story, Wei! We are all family, don’t be so formal! ]
[Hahahaha everyone has shared their stories, let Orange share his too! ]
But Xiangjuzi never spoke again after that, and remained silent after a series of rewards.
Talking about their childhood, all the netizens had something to talk about. A group of strangers from all over the world shared their childhood memories here.
Not until they actually talked about it did they realize that there were many people who had the same childhood as they did, who had the same experiences as them. Many of their childhood games were popular all over the country, and everyone had the ability to recognize footsteps when playing on the computer.
Song Yunhui had never experienced the fear of being caught while playing computer games secretly, but from what his friends said, it seemed like a very exciting thing.
[I can recognize footsteps, but my mother can touch the console (closes her eyes in despair)]
[I'm different. I snatched the computer from my middle-aged internet-addicted dad]
[I hope there will be a computer TV that does not generate heat]
[I am different. I have already started to learn how to touch my child’s console]
[Recently, I have been furious about the gossips online, and it turns out that only soy milk can make me feel warm]
The time spent chatting was very pleasant, but it also passed very quickly. They chatted for a while, talking about all sorts of things under the sun, when their cell phone rang. Qin Shu was already calling him to come downstairs for dinner.
"It's over. My friend called me to eat. I wanted to show off my skills at noon today."
Song Yunhui shook Xiao Xiaocheng's hand and waved, saying, "Goodbye, everyone."
[So fast? How can it be so fast! It feels like the live broadcast has just started! Doujiang, please don’t leave! How can I live without you! Doujiang! ]
[How can I have such a good friend! I envy you! Woohoo! Another day when I can only click on the CPU]
[If you don't give me the real cat, it's not too much to give me this fake cat.]
[Am I the only one who noticed that Soy Milk's hands are so pretty? ]
The netizens still had something to say, but Doujiang was ruthless, and his mind and eyes were filled with only lunch, so he turned off the live broadcast and went downstairs to eat.
Orange had slipped downstairs by itself to eat. When Song Yun came back downstairs, it was already eating deliciously.
The whole downstairs was filled with the aroma of food, and Song Yunhui finally enjoyed his meal.
It was supposed to be a peaceful meal, but at the end, he asked, "Why are you sending messages all day today?"
Usually the other party would knock on the door directly, but today he did something unusual.
Faced with the sudden question, Qin Shu remained calm, thought for a moment, and then said:
"I thought you were working."
A good excuse.
Without waiting for Song Yun to reply, he continued:
"I have to go out for something this afternoon. If you have anything, just call me." Song Yunhui nodded.
His expression didn't change at first, but then he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly sat up a little straighter.
The other party had to go out for something, so he volunteered to take on the task of washing the dishes so that the other party could go out with peace of mind.
Qin Shu: “…”
I always feel it's a bit weird.
The better the other party performs, the more people care about him. This time he did not leave as easily as before.
But he had to go.
After Qin Shu left, Song Yunhui quickly washed the dishes, then lay down on the sofa and first looked for a baking tutorial on a website.
If you can’t show off your skills at noon, then show off your skills in the afternoon.
He had already started planning this before Qin Shu came back, but it had not been implemented for various reasons. He was so engrossed in the conversation at noon today that he forgot about it.
This afternoon is his chance to make amends.
Although Qin Shu had taught him how to bake small cakes several times and he was almost certain to do it by himself, he just had a sense of challenge and decided to try something different this time.
He had already checked the refrigerator yesterday and found everything was fully stocked. There were also plenty of bananas in the living room, so he finally decided to make a banana cake.
He thought this shouldn't be too difficult.
At most, it would just involve a few more steps of processing bananas on top of the small cake.
He can learn anything quickly. By analogy, the same should be true for cooking.
—That's how it should be.
After watching the video, Song Yun clicked "like" and felt confident. He picked up his phone, stood up, and went to collect supplies.
Although he rarely cooks properly, he is keen on doing odd jobs and remembers where everything is in the kitchen, making it easy to find.
Before taking out the flour, he looked around first. After finding no trace of the cat, he walked around the living room and saw Orange sleeping on his back with his arms and legs spread out on a soft pillow.
Very good, everything went well.
Everything is ready. Even though nothing has started yet, I can already feel what it will be like when it's done.
Picking up his phone and taking a picture, Song Yunhui originally wanted to post the photo of Big Eyes, but then he thought that although Qin Shu usually didn't touch Big Eyes and had to work in the afternoon, there was still a possibility that he would see the photo of Big Eyes he posted, so he had to give up.
He sent the photo to Chen Chen.
The reply came back very quickly.
[What are you sending to a corporate slave who is still working in a company? ]
[How to say, good luck to you]
The office worker opposite was obviously slacking off during work hours, and at the end he sent a message with an indescribable expression.
Song Yunhui was determined to let the other party see his strength.
The steps before processing the bananas went smoothly.
Even though it was his first time handling bananas, he was not afraid.
While processing the banana and putting a bite into his mouth, Song Yunhui lowered his eyes and watched the video, following the movements in the video.
Then he got stuck.
The other party has one more fan than him.
It's white and looks no different from flour.
He clearly remembered that there was no such thing at home.
"… "
After thinking for a moment, he grabbed a handful of flour and threw it in.
The subsequent process was also smooth. Although there were some minor differences, the impact was not significant.
The video said it needed to be baked for fifteen minutes, so he put the things in the oven and set it for fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes is a good time to wait, and it will pass in a flash by just glancing at the documents.
He watched it so intently that he didn't know how much time had passed when he came to his senses. When he returned to the kitchen, the oven had stopped automatically.
Song Yunhui was fully prepared to welcome his own banana cake. He put on gloves and turned on the oven.
"… "
The moment he saw what was inside, the light in his eyes seemed to disappear for a moment.
He looked at the yellow and black inside and fell into a brief silence.
For the sake of the oven's mental health and a good stomach environment, he finally took out the banana cake.
He was the only one who knew that the thing in his hand was a banana cake.
He poked the yellow and black unknown object with the spoon he had used to stir.
Can't poke.
He hit it a few more times with more force.
In addition to a few pieces of black debris falling, there was also a strange sound of hard solids colliding with each other.
Song Yunhui didn't give up, so he turned the cake over, trying to find a good-looking spot.
—Then he was face to face with the pure black base.
"… "
Overturn the truck.
After hesitating for a while about whether to tell Chen Chen the result, he finally took a photo and sent it to him.
[If you eat it, we will be good brothers from different mothers]
The other party replied immediately.
[it is as expected]
[This brother is not right]
What followed was a series of "hahaha"s that were too painful to watch.
[I'll vote for you in the kitchen rollover contest when I get home from get off work, and we'll split the prize in half]
Song Yunhui didn't even want to give him a cat head.
He turned around and looked at the messy kitchen and the cake on the side, then he let out a breath.
It will be almost time for Qin Shu to come back in a while. It will be too late to do it again now. I can only pack up my things and try again next time.
After washing everything and putting it back in its place, he finally started to wipe the table when a phone call came in.
It was an unfamiliar number, a landline.
Holding the phone between his ear and shoulder, Song Yunhui lowered his head and carefully wiped the table covered with various powders, and asked:
"Hello, who are you?"
There was a gentle female voice on the other side.
"Hello, is the soy milk not tasty, teacher?"
Song Yunhui responded briefly.
It always feels a little strange to hear a name similar to an online nickname being pronounced so seriously and respectfully.
The other party said that she was the person in charge of the Classic Music Awards. She first congratulated him on winning the Best Arranger Award, and then said that she hoped he could be present to receive the award.
The Classic Song Award is considered the highest song award in the country.
The other party continued, "The address is the E City Auditorium. We will reimburse the round-trip expenses. I hope you can come to participate in the award ceremony."
Because of the value of the Classic Song Award, it is rare for the award recipient to fail to attend the event.
But the fact that soy milk doesn’t taste good is an unexpected event, one that has given many organizers a headache.
When it comes to whether a piece of music is good or not, insiders have different opinions while outsiders have different views. It is rare that the fact that soy milk is not tasty can satisfy both groups of people.
If he wasn’t on the list, the cries of “Insider” would arrive soon, but if he was on the list, the other party would most likely not go.
At least he has never participated in any award ceremony since he was first nominated for a songwriting award.
A brief silence.
After that, whatever you fear will come true.
"Sorry, I have something to do and can't leave..."
He spoke the whole paragraph without even taking a breath, and it was obvious that he had become extremely skilled at refusing.
The person in charge still did not give up and tried to fight for it again.
But every word she said was blocked back and blocked tightly.
The person on the other side has obviously mastered the art of rejection to perfection.
After going back and forth several times, until the call was hung up, Song Yunhui still did not give in.
Putting his phone aside, he looked at the fruits of his labor.
Good, the table is clean.
After putting the failed banana cake into the trash can and then taking it out to throw it away, he returned to the room as if nothing had happened.
I haven't finished reading the document just now, so I can continue reading it now.
It was a quiet afternoon.
—That’s how it should have been.
Until the evening, various messages kept coming out from the mobile phone. Song Yunhui picked up the phone and took a look.
The first thing he was mentioned about was eating grass.
[#Kitchen Flip Competition# A friend's unattainable dream, hoping to get fifty yuan to let his child eat a banana cake [Picture][Picture]@AAA Tea Wholesale Egg General]
The two pictures he posted were screenshots.
One was the lofty ambition he set before he officially started, and the other was the quiet silence after the failure.
In a flash, a group of netizens rushed to the scene in an instant.
[Hahahahahahahahaha, Mr. Dan also got this day! This is the retribution for posting food photos late at night! ]
[First of all, I'll just smile. I suggest you keep it. Look at the picture. It's so hard. You can use it for self-defense when you're walking on the road at night. It's very accurate when you hit it.]
[Dan Zong has been burning charcoal in Nanshan for many years. What does he do with the money he earns from selling charcoal? ]
[Damn it, when did Grass Eater and Egg Eater get together? We didn't even know about it]
[Dan Zong succeeded in chasing stars]
[If you didn’t tell me, I really wouldn’t have known this was a banana cake]
["I Want to Make You Look at Me with New Eyes"]
[I like to see this kind of thing, but Mr. Dan probably doesn’t want to see it, so it’s better not to @AAA tea wholesale Mr. Dan]
[I told you not to @AAA tea wholesale egg general, why do you still want @AAA tea wholesale egg general? ]
Mr. Dan: “…”
Mr. Dan decided not to speak.
There was a noise outside and Orange downstairs started to meow. He put down his phone, blocked out the noise on the Internet, and went downstairs with his head down.
There was the sound of keys turning and voices coming from the entrance.
It was Qin Shu who came back. He was holding a dessert box in one hand and talking on the phone in the other.
Seeing Song Yunhui just coming down the stairs, he handed the box forward and said softly:
"banana cake."
Song Yun replied: "..."
Song Yunhui paused as he stretched out his hand.
Qin Shu was still listening to the conversation on the other side, and then repeated it:
"16, E City Auditorium."
After confirming that everything was correct, he said goodbye to the other party.
Song Yunhui looked up at him and asked, "Classic Song Award?"
Qin Shu nodded: "I'll go there when the time comes."
"That's just right."
Song Yun smiled back and said, "Can you bring me something?"
(End of this chapter)