[Soy milk doesn’t taste good] He has never revealed any contact information or social media accounts to the public, but when he is alone, he will browse the comments from listeners one by one.
Good or bad, support or booing, he will accept it all.
[Soy milk woo woo! It turns out that soy milk has noticed us! ! ]
[Boss Qin laughed? ? Boss Qin actually laughed! ]
[I really love soy milk! Soy milk is not tied to a certain singer, but a soy milk with a variety of styles. It can bring different surprises when collaborating with different singers! ]
[I'm different. I'm just curious about when Doujiang and Mr. Qin got together. Mr. Qin is smiling like this, so they must have a very good relationship.]
[I've always wanted to ask, wouldn't Doujiang feel ashamed to have his screen name read out in a serious manner in such an occasion? Every time Doujiang wins an award, I laugh like a screaming chicken.]
[1, I thought I was the only one who felt this way]
[I always thought Doujiang never showed up to receive the award because he felt it was too embarrassing to read his online name. Isn't that right? [Maomao Shocked.jpg]]
Ridiculously fast.
The moment he posted the leave application, someone saw it. Before he had time to comment, he saw that the other person's avatar turned gray and was offline.
After finding his slippers under the sofa, he walked towards the kitchen while yawning while holding the orange.
Qin Shu came back. There were faint sounds coming from the kitchen, and a fragrance was wafting through his nose. A bunch of cats jumped onto Song Yunhui.
Song Yunhui nodded: "Awake."
Orange was tired from playing, so he jumped onto the sofa, snuggled into his arms, found a good position, and slept with him.
"Soy milk doesn't taste good. Here's your award for best composition."
Qin Shu turned his gaze to the square box on the table in the living room and said, "Your trophy is in the box on the table. If you are not in a hurry, you can take a look after dinner."
Putting the orange aside for the moment, Song Yunhui ruffled his messy hair. When he lowered his head to look for his slippers, he noticed that there was an extra pillow where he was originally lying, and a blanket on his body.
He handed over the trophy, his voice and tone unchanged from the one he used at the awards ceremony.
He first took the trophy with a serious face, then he couldn't help it and suddenly laughed, his eyebrows and eyes curved with laughter, and he couldn't open his eyes.
No wonder it’s so warm. I’ve been sleeping right now.
He didn't know how to explain to Orange that it was no longer the little kitten it used to be.
The box is dark gold in color and looks very nice. When you open it, you will see black velvet inside, with a square shape exposed in the center of the box.
He has been broadcasting live on time every night these past few days. He guessed that some people might still be waiting there tonight. Afraid that someone would wait in vain until midnight, he posted a note asking for leave and then exited the backstage.
But he didn't sleep until dark.
If Doujiang himself had seen the live broadcast, his feelings would probably be the same as those of netizens.
Song Yunhui's eyes, which were about to close, suddenly opened. His chest ached, and he picked up the kitten even with blurred vision.
Hearing the noise behind him, Qin Shu, who was still holding a spoon in his hand, turned his head. His eyes paused on the other person's raised hair for a moment, and then he said, "Awake?"
The gold and silver colors are mixed, and it looks pretty nice.
The cup body is a rotated deformation of a hexahedron, which looks very smooth and dazzling.
He helped to taste it and gave it a thumbs up.
I was forcibly awakened by the full weight of Orange.
The cat doesn't understand anything. It just knows that it is very happy to be held in someone's arms and it keeps meowing.
Then Qin Shu took out the trophy.
After glancing at the other person's busy hands, Song Yunhui looked away and said, "I'm not in a hurry."
He originally wanted to help as usual, but found that Qin Shu had already reached the last step of tasting.
It was a dinner that required no effort at all and was delicious.
The slightly heavy trophy was in his hand, and Song Yunhui looked up at Qin Shu's eyebrows.
Song Yunhui grabbed his sleeve with the hand that was not holding the trophy, and laughed so hard that his voice trembled.
"Don't be so serious when calling out my online name!"
The first thing I do when I turn on the computer is not to export the score, but to open the live broadcast software.
Song Yunhui slept for the whole afternoon and now began to think about his own music again, deciding that he must pick out a version tonight.
Song Yunhui took the box.
It's a very cold look.
After the grand award ceremony, the two of them and the cat watched a short animated movie together. Then Qin Shu stayed in the living room, and Orange was briefly willing to step up and play with him.
With a warm cat in my arms and the air conditioner in the living room still running, I can sleep until dark.
There was no air conditioning in the kitchen but it was warm all the same.
After finishing their meal and washing the dishes together, they sat on the sofa and were finally able to touch the trophy.
But Doujiang fell asleep immediately after watching the live broadcast and didn’t have time to take possession of the villa.
Influenced by the other party and infected by his emotions, Qin Shu also laughed.
He was laughing so hard that he swayed from side to side. Qin Shu helped him steady the trophy in his hand while being careful not to let it fall.
The fans who had already started waiting in advance had tears in their eyes - in every sense of the word.
[Soymilk actually has a note asking for leave. He is afraid that my legs will become numb from squatting. He has me in his heart.]
[Soy milk is offline so quickly! There is not even a little extra lingering time. I understand it all, I understand it very well, I understand it thoroughly.]
[Today, soybean milk won an award, and the popularity of "Orange Song" has also risen. I thought soybean milk might sing something today. Listening to soybean milk singing a few days ago really helped me sleep (I can no longer tell which soybean milk it was talking about)]
[Soymilk has made up his mind to come more often than the minimum time of the live broadcast, woooooooo]
Song Yunhui hung up the leave application and left.
He randomly tore off a relatively blank piece of paper, held the headset while finding a pen, opened the pen cap with one hand, then looked up at the computer and began to write and draw.
When he was serious, he was very focused. The light from the computer was reflected in his light-colored pupils, and his hands moved very quickly.
Compared with computers and other things, he prefers the primitive recording method of pen.
It was getting darker.
This place is some distance away from the central city, so the light pollution is much less after dark, and it is truly dark all night long.
Not knowing how long he had been working, Song Yunhui slowly closed his pen and took off his headset.
It seems like something is missing.
He lowered his eyes to the side of the table where only a few pieces of paper were placed.
“Wow—”
The chair moved across the floor, making a slight rustling sound.
Song Yunhui raised his feet and went downstairs.
It was already late, and Chengzi went out to have fun. Qin Shu should have gone to the study, and there was no one in the living room.
His little dinosaur water cup was downstairs, it had been washed before and could be used directly.
It turned out that I was missing a cup of coffee.
After making the coffee, he went upstairs again with the cup of water.
A lot can be done in one evening.
The cup of coffee had already been finished, with some brown liquid still at the bottom of the cup.
He took off the headset and rubbed his ears which were a little painful from being pressed. He stood up and walked around the room twice as a way of exercising, then looked at his phone.
It's already late at night.
Go to sleep.
The lights in the room dimmed and the view instantly became dark.
Song Yunhui lay on the bed, then turned over, facing the floor-to-ceiling window.
Once your eyes have adapted to the darkness, you can see more clearly.
The originally faint and inconspicuous light from the street shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing the outlines of objects in the house to be vaguely seen.
It is a room that is strange yet gradually familiar.
His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and he rested his head on the pillow, his vision blurring.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
The phone on the bedside table began to vibrate and buzz.
***
Song House
In the quiet room, Song Yunyang looked at the phone in his hand with a slightly frown.
At this time, under normal circumstances, he would have already returned home.
But in fact, he had just arrived home not long ago, and he had been arriving home at this time every day for the past few days.
Maybe he just wanted to be alone for a few days, or maybe it was because he didn't know how to face this messy home and didn't know how to face Song Cheng. He finally chose to avoid times when other people were around, go home quietly, and go back to his room quietly.
He wanted to be alone and calm down.
After thinking about it for so many days, he should make a decision.
There was a fixed frequency of waiting sounds coming from the phone.
This kind of empty waiting seems to have no end, and it keeps magnifying people's inner worries.
The time on the phone continued to move forward, and when it was almost time for the call to be automatically hung up, the busy tone disappeared.
There was silence on the other side of the phone.
Then a hoarse voice was heard.
***
The phone kept ringing as if it would never stop. Song Yunhui opened his eyes again and reached out to take the phone.
His vision was still blurry. He stared at the phone for a long time but couldn't see clearly what was written on it. Finally, he gave up and answered the call directly.
"็ Hello Who are you?"
His voice is hoarse.
It's really unpleasant to be woken up when you are about to fall asleep.
“… It’s me, Song Yunyang.”
The voice on the other end was different from usual. Without that confident and decisive tone, it seemed a little strange.
Song Yunyang asked, "Are you asleep?"
To eliminate any physical discomfort, the only thing left to do is sleep.
Song Yunhui never had a normal schedule when he was still at home. He was more energetic at this time, and he thought that the other party was still like this now.
Without confirming or denying what the other party said, Song Yun turned over in bed, buried his hands in the quilt, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
He thought the other party must have something urgent to tell him since he called so late at night.
But it seems not to be the case.
Song Yunyang asked him: "The Chinese New Year is coming soon, when do you plan to come back?"
It turned out to be just a small matter.
Song Yunhui's answer was simple: "Not coming back."
From the moment he stepped out of the Song family's gate, he never thought about going back.
"Are you planning to spend the New Year alone?"
Song Yunyang began to talk to him one by one, "No matter what, come back and talk about it. You haven't bought any property, and you don't have anywhere to go. It's not a good idea to keep renting a house or staying in a hotel."
This was the first time Song Yunhui heard the other party speak to him in a negotiating tone.
Song Yunyang had compromised and cared before, but not for him.
Including until the last phone call, the tone of the other party's speech to him was more like talking to his subordinates in the company, with his usual strength and decisiveness.
He was somewhat surprised at the other party's transformation, but he was not curious and had no interest in exploring it.
He still gave the same answer as before.
"I won't bother you any more."
The purpose of celebrating the New Year is to be happy.
Song Yunhui didn't think he would be happy going to the Song residence, nor did he think the people inside would welcome his arrival.
Qianqian exhaled and said, "If you don't have anything else to do, I'll hang up first."
He seemed to have remembered something and added, "I'm going to use this number as my work number. If you have nothing else to do, please don't call."
"Okay, that's it." Song Yunyang was silent for a moment, and then he heard the sound of fabric rubbing against each other on the other end of the phone. He finally realized that the other party was telling the truth, and when he really wanted to hang up the phone, he quickly spoke:
"Wait a moment!"
Because the incident happened suddenly, he couldn't control his voice and it was a little louder than usual.
Outside the room, faint footsteps paused.
Song Zishu stood in the corridor holding a cup of water. All the temperature in his body seemed to flow downwards and was completely absorbed by the cold floor.
My feet felt like they weighed a thousand pounds and I couldn't lift them no matter what.
He just stood at the door, looking at the ray of light coming through the crack in the door.
All sounds in the darkness can be infinitely amplified.
Song Yunyang in the room took advantage of the other party not hanging up and said:
"I know why you don't want to come back. These things can be fixed."
"Come back first. Your room is still the same as before. No one will occupy it. I will take care of other things, but at least let Dad have a good New Year this year. I will explain everything one by one after the New Year."
This was the only way he could think of to at least maintain superficial harmony for a while and get Song Yun back.
—This was the first time he did not favor Song Zishu in his language.
Song Yunhui noticed it.
But it was just a perception, no other feelings at all.
It was inconvenient to make a phone call while lying down, so he slowly sat up and said:
"Song Yunyang, I'm not as stingy as you think."
The other party was convinced that he left because of the room, which was, in a way, another self.
He decided that he was the kind of person he had in mind.
It doesn't really matter which room it is.
Compared with the little things that have accumulated over the past decade, that empty room is nothing.
That's just evidence that he was once popular.
If the love is gone, there is no point in leaving any evidence.
Letting go of something is not as hard as you think.
"What I want to say is..."
“Crash—”
Song Yunyang hadn't finished his words when the sound of glass breaking was heard outside the door, followed by a muffled sound, as if someone had fallen to the ground.
Then there was chaos.
There were noises coming from upstairs and downstairs, the sound of footsteps continued, and someone was shouting, "Madam, please run slower."
Perhaps the noise here was so loud that the other side could hear it. When he wanted to hang up for the time being, a busy tone came from the other side of the phone.
After looking at the black screen, Song Yunyang paused, then stood up and opened the door.
The lights in the corridor were not on, and the whole thing was illuminated by the light leaking from his room.
Broken glass gleamed all over the wooden floor.
One person fell to one side, whimpering softly as if in great pain.
The others were a step slower than him and were just reaching the corridor now.
The housekeeper, Chen Boyou, had common sense of first aid and was the first to approach, crossing the crowd.
Song Yunyang gave him his seat.
Then the family doctor arrived.
Xu Wei stood at the entrance of the corridor, and was stopped by the glass fragments on the ground. Her face was pale, and she was barely able to stand with the help of two servants beside her.
Song Cheng also woke up, walked over the glass and came closer with a gloomy look on his face.
Late at night, the house was brightly lit.
Song Zishu has been moved to the bed.
He was not unconscious, he was awake, but his hands were still shaking unconsciously.
After the family doctor finished the examination, he sat back down by the bed and said:
"It's not a big problem this time. It's just that you were too frightened. Young Master's health is not good to begin with, so you can't have too much emotional ups and downs. Now you just need to slowly calm down, and then take the medicine that I prescribed for you."
Xu Wei was sitting on the side, and was about to say something, but when she heard the word "excessively frightened", her expression suddenly changed and she didn't say anything.
Uncle Chen, who was standing aside, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately the doctor is here."
The family doctor was supposed to leave today after checking the health of his family members as scheduled, but because the physical condition of his family members was unexpectedly complicated, he didn't finish work until the evening, so he stayed overnight.
As a result, something happened to Song Zishu tonight.
Song Cheng asked Song Zishu: "What happened to scare you like this?"
Xu Wei, who was sitting on the side, rubbed her nails, said nothing, and looked at Song Zishu.
There are only a few things that can scare him like this.
Song Yunyang also lowered his eyes and looked at him.
Facing everyone's gaze, Song Zishu narrowed his eyes and only looked at the stool leg at someone's feet, and said:
"It's okay, I overreacted. I went downstairs to drink water at night and thought everyone was asleep, but I heard some noise and scared myself."
It was an own goal.
Song Zishu seemed to be fine now, and the broken glass did not hit him. The servants dealt with the glass fragments in the corridor and then returned to their rooms to rest.
The others also left one after another.
Song Yunyang looked back before leaving.
It was hard to tell from Song Zishu's look whether he was just startled by the sound.
It seems that his younger brother is not unaware of this.
***
After hanging up the phone, Song Yunhui put it aside, leaned on the bed and closed his eyes.
After a phone call, even the most sleepy moment was gone.
After sitting on the bed for a while, feeling thirsty and having nothing to do, he finally put on his usual woolen cardigan, took the water cup on the table, quietly opened the door, and went downstairs.
He went downstairs in the dark without turning on the lights. Perhaps it was because he was too lazy to turn on the lights when he went downstairs at night and often did so. The journey downstairs was extremely smooth, without any bumps or collisions, and in silence throughout.
You need to turn on the light slightly after entering the kitchen.
After washing the cup and preparing to fill it with hot water, a light shone from the side. He took a few steps back and saw the lit corridor.
Next came Qin Shu in his pajamas.
The other person's eyelids were slightly drooping, showing a different kind of laziness than usual.
But his eyes were clear.
The other party took the cup from one side and asked first:
"You can't sleep either?"
Song Yun nodded and said, "I answered a phone call and woke up after a few words."
Once the sleepiness is gone late at night, it is difficult to concentrate. When I go online, I will probably be in love with the computer.
As if he had thought of something, he added, "Did I wake you up by calling you?"
"No." Qin Shu also took a sip of hot water and said, "I slept a lot on the plane today, so I'm not sleepy."
It seems like a very legitimate reason.
Seeing that the other party's hand had already begun to reach for the can of coffee, he asked at the right time:
“Want to make your own milk tea?”
Song Yunhui opened his eyes a little more.
“I want to.”
He asked, "Is this the late night restaurant?"
Qin Shu nodded: "Yeah."
With a "click", more lights turned on, and the kitchen, which originally only had a small light that was just enough to illuminate, instantly became brighter.
The late night restaurant lives up to its reputation.
Apart from the last time when he got drunk and made cakes with Ye Min, this was the first time that Song Yunhui cooked for himself late at night while sober.
There is a special kind of pleasure that is different from usual.
They had milk and tea leaves at home. Qin Shu had never made milk tea before, so this was the first time for both of them to try it. They stood together and learned from the video, pausing from time to time to conduct scientific research.
A lot of fun.
Finally, there is milk tea to drink, and it’s unlimited.
Although the process was a bit difficult, the finished product was surprisingly good.
It's just that drinking milk tea feels like something is missing.
Qin Shu lowered his head and asked him, "Do you want to watch a movie?"
Song Yunhui's expression changed, "Now?"
Qin Shu nodded, "Now."
The two quickly reached an agreement.
They have already watched an animated movie today, and when it comes to late-night movies, we have to mention a famous movie channel.
The two picked a horror movie with a good reputation.
Before the movie officially started, Qin Shu helped Chengzi bring the cat and its bed upstairs.
Kittens can't watch these movies.
After that, the movie was found and two cups of milk tea were placed next to each other on the table. Qin Shu glanced at the sweater on Song Yunhui, and then handed him the blanket that he had used as a quilt this afternoon.
Song Yunhui took the blanket and wrapped it up. After wrapping it up, he half-opened it and waved with his exposed hand.
Qin Shu understood what he meant, but didn't act rashly.
Finally, Song Yunhui said, "Come in and watch a movie."
Qin Shu then sat down beside him.
Song Yunhui handed him half a blanket and asked him to wrap himself up.
It would be cold if there were gaps between the blankets, and the distance between the two people suddenly became much closer.
There was silence at the beginning of the movie.
The only sounds in the room were the two people's breathing and the sound of the air conditioner.
The movie officially begins.
As the story progresses, the atmosphere, which was not relaxed to begin with, becomes even more depressing.
In the dark and cramped place, the depressing atmosphere becomes more intense.
When something gradually floated up in the water, the feeling of suppression and fear rushed straight to the top of my head.
Just when the ghost in the water officially floated up from the water and raised its face, Qin Shu felt something strange beside his arm and tilted his head slightly.
The people around him unconsciously pinched his clothes tightly.
He patted the other person's hand gently, "No need to p..."
"Qin Xiaoshu!"
Song Yunhui exclaimed in admiration, "This decoration is great."
Even though he is retired, he is still very professional.
He turned his head and asked, "Did you say anything just now?"
Qin Shu: “…”
Qin Shu didn't know how to react for a moment and silently withdrew his hand that was trying to comfort the other person.
Song Yunhui noticed as soon as he moved.
The other party turned around, a little surprised, then reacted and asked:
"Are you afraid of it?"
He said generously, "If you're afraid, just hold my hand. I don't mind."
(End of this chapter)