In the end, Qin Shu still failed to shake Song Yunhui's hand.
Because he didn't move for a long time and didn't show any fear, the other party looked at him twice, then reached out for the milk tea on the table.
Maybe it's just a psychological effect, the milk tea I make myself is really delicious.
It was the first time for us to watch a horror movie late at night. As a result, both of us were a little too excited. One drank milk tea while appreciating the set design and camera movements, while the other watched the person next to him drink milk tea while enjoying the movie.
In the end, the ghost in the horror movie didn't scare anyone except the protagonist and passers-by A and B.
After happily watching the movie, Song Yun and Qin Shu cleaned up the kitchen and cups, and then returned to the room.
Thrillers can't scare him. When watching a movie, he pays more attention to the setting and plot. His brain is excited, but not too excited. The tea content in the milk tea is also low. He sits on the bed with his eyes closed for a while and then calms down.
It's a bit cold sitting like this, it's better to get into bed.
Snuggling in bed, one's nerves can relax faster.
It may also be because I did something I had never done before, and my brain was satisfied and finally began to empty its mind.
Song Yun turned around and saw Qin Shu, who he thought was still sleeping in the room, walking in with a box.
Despite the language barrier, Song Yunhui could still vaguely make out that it was probably an accusation.
The case has been solved, and now the sun is in the afternoon.
But he didn't have to worry about it anymore.
Song Yunhui took Chengzi to sit on the sofa, and then played with him until they had a great time.
Below the time there was a missed call from four in the morning last night, and a few messages from Chen Chen.
I just don't know whether it is the morning or afternoon sun.
The cell phone was on the desk. I must have taken it with me when I was busy yesterday, and then put it down when I got the cup.
He got out of bed in his slippers.
Orange Meow Meow Meow is still outputting.
To make a long story short, he said that he suddenly received an extra bonus and half a day of vacation, and asked him to go out for dinner in the evening to celebrate.
He picked up his phone and checked the time.
Orange has had no one to play with for the entire morning and half the afternoon, and is now jumping up and down and doing parkour in the living room.
It finally stopped talking after it got tired of talking.
He had just woken up and had no time to cook, so he had to ask someone to deliver one portion.
Song Yunhui rubbed his eyes, stood up and sat up, his mind went blank.
He finally agreed.
After sending the message and washing up, he put on his coat and went downstairs.
It had heard the noise when Song Yunhui was still going downstairs. Then the pig rushed forward, dived into his arms, raised its head and meowed continuously.
This time he did not see Qin Shu in the kitchen or living room, and the kitchen was still the same as last night.
The phone call came when he was already asleep last night, but the message was sent in the world of the living, this morning.
He kept rubbing the kitten's head, lowering his head, smiling and apologizing repeatedly.
I remembered.
There was the sound of a door opening at the entrance, followed by the sound of footsteps.
It's bright and there's sun.
Yesterday he received a phone call, then he was not sleepy and was ready to get up and drink coffee...
The person is not awake, but the cat has been awake for a long, long time.
No one answered the phone, it was turned off.
When I woke up the next day, I didn't know what time it was.
Chen Chen posted many messages in a row, and his excitement was obvious.
The other party did not reply immediately, probably because he had stopped slacking off and was working seriously.
The phone was on silent mode, and the vibration only vibrated on the desk, so it didn't disturb him, thus avoiding a second interruption.
Orange finally had enough fun and went to eat.
Song Yunhui went to wash up while calling back.
Although he didn't understand why he was so happy about the bonus, Song Yunhui still thought seriously about today's schedule.
It's rare that the other party hasn't woken up yet.
Even though it was already halfway through the night, I finally fell asleep.
He wanted to check the time, but he couldn't find his phone after searching for a long time, so he had to start recalling his memories.
Since he couldn't get through, he didn't bother with it anymore. He put down his phone, lowered his head, and read the message sent by Chen Chen while washing up.
Qin Shu didn't wake up. Song Yunhui hesitated between making lunch and dinner, wondering what the point of eating at this time was.
"I bought some food, so I'll just eat it this afternoon."
As soon as the box was opened, the fragrance burst out instantly.
Song Yunhui felt that there might be some difference between the other party's compromise and his own compromise.
One advantage of eating takeout is that you don’t have to wash the pot, just the dishes.
After putting the dishes washed by Qin Shu into the cupboard, Song Yun turned around and asked, "Is there any takeaway like this nearby?"
On his first day, he looked at a food delivery app and found that there were indeed not many items on it, so such a store should not exist.
"Not nearby."
Qin Shu turned around and said, "Want to go out for dinner tonight?"
"How to say?"
"I'm having dinner with my agent tonight," Qin Shu said. "I've met you a few times before, and they really want to have dinner with you."
Having dinner was the agent's wish, so he was responsible for conveying the message, and the decision was up to Song Yunhui.
But that's just not the way it happened.
Song Yunhui sighed and expressed regret.
"I made a plan with a friend tonight. Let's have dinner together next time - do you remember that friend from the bar last time? I'm the one eating with him."
Qin Shu nodded.
He remembered that the contact information they had exchanged before was still in his mobile phone.
This is how the two of them plan tonight.
It was already mid-afternoon and not too far from evening. The two were heading to the same place, the next city, but the specific locations were different. Although the actual distance was not too far, they still had to go out early.
Although it was early, it was actually starting to get dark.
Qin Shu drove the car when we went there.
Song Yunhui had no plans to go directly to the restaurant. He just wanted to take a walk, so he got out of the car near Chen Chen's company and waved to Qin Shu who was in the car.
The car slowly drove away.
He turned around and continued walking slowly on the street.
It was a city night that I hadn’t seen for a long time.
Now is the time when many people are getting off work. There are quite a few people on the street. Among the scattered figures, the city lights are flickering, revealing a prosperous atmosphere.
Although he had only been here twice before, he still remembered the way to Chenghuan, so he yawned as he walked along the way.
In winter, white mist would come out when he exhaled, but his whole face was hidden in the scarf, so it was not very obvious.
He took out his cell phone and checked the time.
As a qualified office worker, Chen Chen would never be late, nor would he stay a second longer than he should when he was supposed to get off work.
Song Yunhui was standing at the door and saw the other person at once.
Chen Chen finally stopped being stubborn and took off his coat and put on a down jacket.
When the other party came closer, Song Yun waved at him.
If he heard correctly, the person who just walked near him said "woc".
He raised his eyes and looked over calmly.
The other person smiled instantly and said, "I'm flattered that you came to see me."
It doesn't look like it feels flattering.
Chen Chen rubbed his hands together, maintaining a bit of composure, not shrinking his neck, still looking like a decent person.
The two found a car and went to the restaurant.
As soon as Chen Chen got in the car, he couldn't restrain his expression anymore and smiled like a fool.
Song Yun asked him back: "Why are you so happy about winning a bonus?"
There is no other meaning, just pure curiosity.
"You don't understand." Chen Chen's face was serious. "Salary is labor income. It's called making money if you can get a bonus while slacking off."
The driver in front felt the same way.
The two workers in different fields started to have a common topic, and by the time they got off the car, they were almost sworn brothers.
The restaurant Chen Chen found was called Hongsheng, and he could see it as soon as he got off the car.
From the moment he got off the car to the moment he entered the restaurant and found the reserved table, the topic of his conversation had completely changed.
His words were a little jumpy, but Song Yunhui could understand them.
Chen Chen finally said, "I originally wanted to book the room next door. The number was interesting, but I was a step behind and will regret it for the rest of my life."
***
"When I booked the seat, there were only two private rooms left. The number was interesting, so I booked it immediately. But right after I came out, I found that the room next to it was also booked. Fortunately, I reacted quickly."
The agent stood aside with his hands in his pockets and boasted. The other people, some standing and some sitting, listened to him talk, but their eyes kept glancing towards the door.
The room is not soundproofed well and you can hear noises from outside.
There were two footsteps.
They pricked up their ears.
The footsteps stopped at the door.
Someone patted the little heart that was beating a little fast.
"Sir, your friend is inside."
The waiter's words instantly shattered the fantasies of everyone in the room.
The door opened, and Qin Shu was standing at the door as expected.
And he was the only one there, the waiter who accompanied him had already left.
The agent greeted him, sat down with his hands in his pockets, and then changed to holding his thermos cup.
Several people sat around the table, turning the restaurant into a crew lounge.
Different from the atmosphere here, the atmosphere next door has become completely heated up despite the wall between them.
At first, it was Chen Chen alone who was enthusiastic.
He ordered some wine - only for himself. Song Yunhui only had juice, and after drinking it he started to feel dizzy.
He wasn't drunk, but the alcohol had loosened the constraints on his brain, and the topic took a whirlwind turn, from how no one could beat him at playing cards in elementary school to finally talking about the girl he liked in high school.
He said: "Don't look at me like this, I am actually very innocent."
Song Yunhui did not comment on the other party's claim that he was innocent.
The other party continued to speak, with a look of regret and nostalgia:
"I had liked her for a long time at that time, but I didn't dare to speak up. Then I heard that there was a boy pursuing her, so I didn't hesitate and started writing letters immediately."
When Song Yunhui heard the word "letter", his eyes finally showed some movement.
"But you may not know that my handwriting was so ugly when I was in high school that I couldn't even show it to others. I had to pay someone to write for me."
At that time, hiring a ghostwriter made his already tight wallet even worse.
Song Yun asked him back: "What happened in the end?" Chen Chen wiped his face: "After being rejected, others would not keep the letter forever, they should have thrown it away."
Not only did he not succeed in pursuing the girl, he also lost money on the ghostwriter, and the ghostwriter also knew that he had failed in pursuing the girl.
It's terrible.
Song Yunhui said nothing, thinking silently.
It turns out that if you reject someone, you will throw the letter away.
He said: "I have a friend who gave someone a letter in high school. The recipient kept it. What are the reasons why the recipient kept the letter?"
He added, "My friend is the type who hardly writes letters."
Smelling the scent of gossip, Chen Chen stopped drinking and helped him analyze the matter.
Help his friend analyze.
"What was the content of the letter your friend wrote?"
Song Yunhui replied: "It has been too long, I have forgotten the content."
Chen Chen stroked his chin, then spoke confidently:
"Then there are only two possibilities. One is that your friend wrote a love letter, and the other party accepted it. The letter has commemorative significance, so it is kept. The other is that it is a letter written to a friend for graduation or birthday, which is meaningful, so it is kept."
Song Yunhui laughed dryly: "It shouldn't have been graduation or birthday."
And he felt that he was not the kind of person who would write letters to friends just because of birthdays or solar terms.
For example, now, facing Chen Chen, he couldn't even think of writing a letter.
The answer seems obvious.
But there's always something strange.
But I can’t tell what’s strange.
The topic ended with Chen Chen drinking too much and going to the bathroom.
Song Yunhui sat down and ate his food slowly, thinking about things while eating.
I remembered everything except my high school memory. That letter seemed to have become an unsolved case.
Chen Chen was unexpectedly slow in going to the toilet.
When he came back, his face was flushed and he looked very satisfied.
Song Yun replied suspiciously: "Did you really go to the toilet?"
Chen Chen chuckled twice: "I just met two brothers in the toilet and talked for a while."
It seems that the probability of him meeting someone he gets along with tonight is particularly high.
"I saw some free fruit outside. It looked fresh, but only one serving per person," he asked. "Would you like to eat it?"
Song Yun replied that he didn't want to eat.
Chen Chen was overjoyed: "Okay, come with me, I can eat two servings by myself."
That's how it's decided.
Too lazy to wear a hat, Song Yunhui just casually wrapped a scarf around his neck and followed the other party.
The moment they opened the door of the room, the door next door also opened.
When the two of them passed by, someone inside said, "You guys eat first, I'll go get some fruit to relieve the greasiness."
I don't have any desire to spy, but when a voice appears, I always look over there reflexively.
The two people who had just walked to the door looked in the direction of the sound and saw everyone in the private room at a glance.
Song Yunhui was surprised: "Qin Xiaoshu?"
Chen Chen was surprised: "Brother!"
The people in the private room also looked at the two of them.
This was followed by two enthusiastic responses.
"brother!"
In this way, the people in the two private rooms were merged into one.
Chen Chen and his brothers who also wanted to get fruit went together. Song Yunhui was pardoned and no longer had to go with them.
The private room was not full to begin with. Qin Shu pulled the chair next to him out without saying anything, but his meaning was very clear.
Song Yunhui sat next to him.
Qin Shu and others gave a brief introduction.
The agent started by greeting him warmly, "Hello! My last name is Chen, Chen Fei, and I'm Qin Shu's agent."
Song Yunhui took off the scarf that covered most of his face and smiled as well, "Hello, Brother Chen, I'm Song Yunhui."
He trusts the people here.
If there was any problem, Qin Shu wouldn't ask him if he wanted to come.
His light-colored pupils reflected the light in the room, and the smile in his eyes was dazzling.
He just sat there, like a natural luminous body.
other people:
What's Song's response
The room was quiet for a moment, and then the atmosphere suddenly became more intense.
The others looked at him and then at Qin Shu who was sitting next to him, and for a moment they didn't know where to look.
Good job!
This person usually keeps a low profile, but ends up making a big difference.
Now the whole network is wondering where Song Yunhui has gone and whether it is possible for him to speak out online again. Some people have been looking for clues again and again, but in the end, they have achieved nothing after all this time.
They would sometimes follow up on the progress of the search, but they didn't expect that the person they were looking for was so close and was suspected to have been rescued by his own family.
hateful!
It had appeared in front of them several times before but they didn't notice.
—It really looks good. There is not much difference between the front and back of the lens. It’s like it has its own soft light.
Someone stared at it for a few seconds, a little absent-minded. After coming to his senses, he lowered his head and drank a sip of water. After a while, he dared to look up again.
In the end, Song Yunhui not only chatted with his agent, but also greeted everyone else one by one.
After others introduced their names, he gradually formed an impression of them.
The last person to greet him was a little girl who wore thick glasses, looked very embarrassed, and said her name in a soft voice.
"I remember you," Song Yun replied.
"Qin Shu once praised me for your seriousness and responsibility in doing things and your quick response."
Qin Shu would sometimes bring up this topic when chatting with him. His response might not be praise, but it was also a positive attitude.
The other party had mentioned almost all the people present. He heard them and took them to heart, so he was able to match them up quickly.
The girl looks young, but she has actually been in the industry for many years. However, she is really shy.
Hearing this, she looked up at Qin Shu with disbelief in her eyes.
Others also found it incredible, especially after knowing that Qin Shu had also praised them.
They originally worked here because there was less trouble, the pay was good, and there wasn't the weird atmosphere like with other artists. Whether it was towards partners or anything else, they developed feelings for each other after a few years of getting along.
But they also knew that Qin Shu was truly cold inside and out.
Today, they suddenly found out that the person they thought was cold and indifferent inside and out would also praise them in front of their friends after returning home.
They... they are elevated.
Several people looked at each other and understood each other tacitly.
It’s worth it all these years, it’s worth it enough.
Everyone present was excited. Even when they looked at Qin Shu's face, which was almost the same as usual, their mood remained the same. Some even felt that he looked more pleasing to the eye and not as cold as before.
Bringing the topic back to Qin Shu, Song Yunhui retired after accomplishing his mission and sat aside, slowly drinking the juice he had not finished.
Qin Shu lowered his head and asked him, "Have you eaten enough tonight?"
Song Yun nodded: "Almost done."
Several assistants exchanged secret signals with each other, and the agent got between Qin Shu and Song Yunhui and tried to blend in and have a conversation. No one was left alone, and the private room was bustling with activity.
When the three fruit brothers returned, the atmosphere in the private room was surprisingly similar to that in their room.
Some people even looked at the original fruit brothers with a strange and compassionate look.
Except for these two people, they all knew what Qin Shu praised them for, but only these two people laughed heartlessly and brainlessly.
Qin Shu will definitely not say it on his own initiative, so we can only rely on Song Yunhui to reveal it. This is the only chance, and there will probably be no more chances after this.
The two fruit brothers did not understand the message in their eyes. They turned their gaze to the other side, followed by two neat "woc" sounds.
Song Yunhui paused as he was drinking juice.
There is a reason why these two people can call Chen Chen brothers.
The two fruit brothers were so scared that they almost dropped the fruits in their hands.
Why is Song Yunhui here? !
The psychological shock was too great, the two people greeted each other in a daze, and then found a place to sit down.
They thought about it for a while before they finally understood. After they understood, they suddenly looked at Qin Shu with a look of admiration in their eyes.
The three fruit brothers sat together. Song Yunhui sat next to a shelf with vegetables next to him, and Chen Chen sat one seat away from him.
The topic the three of them talked about today was surprisingly the same.
Chen Chencai told him about his failed love confession in high school, and the other two began to talk about their failed love stories in college.
All I can say is that gossip never goes out of style.
As they talked, others joined in and the conversation became lively.
One of the Fruit Brothers who first brought up the topic spoke with emotion and a sad voice.
He said that at that time, they didn't use cpdd like the Internet does now, and what they used more was letters.
A love letter to be exact.
At that time, we had finally escaped from high school and entered university. Everyone wanted to have a sweet love. A group of men in the dormitory even stayed up late to figure out how to write love letters in a sentimental and non-awkward way. The love letter writing business was once very prosperous.
Chen Chen asked: "So you also asked Qin Shu... Sorry for the slip of the tongue, did you write the love letter for me?"
The man telling the story became even sadder:
"No, I'm the one who writes love letters for you."
"Then I don't know why online confessions became mainstream, and I couldn't make any money anymore."
other people:"… "
Someone made the final decision: "Okay, next one, please."
Song Yunhui listened while drinking juice.
When he heard about the letter, he was a little nervous, fearing that Qin Shu had remembered something.
But judging from the other party's attitude, he probably didn't remember anything.
That's good.
Now he just hoped that he could recall the contents of the letter quickly before Qin Shu mentioned it.
"What about Brother Qin and Brother Song?"
Someone asked, "Did you receive so many love letters at that time?"
Qin Shu needs no introduction. Song Yunhui had always had a bad reputation before, but when they actually got along well, he found that the other party had an unexpectedly good personality. He would drink his juice quietly, occasionally do little things with Qin Shu, share the juice he thought was delicious, and listen to people carefully. For such a person, if they get along well for a short time, he would probably send a love letter to him with a sliding tackle.
Some people hung on the person next to them, and sighed with envy, "This is youth."
Song Yunhui was silent for a moment.
Regardless of whether the letter was received or not, the main thing is that it is suspected that a letter was sent.
(End of this chapter)