Song Cheng also remembered.
They were told about it before it appeared on the news.
As a punishment for doing such a thing, he immediately blocked Song Yunhui's card.
But in reality, it doesn't seem to make any difference whether you stop or not.
The card was suspended, and the hospital fees and other expenses were calculated separately. He was busy, so the matter fell on Song Yunyang.
Song Yunyang thought about it.
He remembered that he asked his assistant to handle the matter.
The assistant did not ask him for reimbursement afterwards.
It should be someone else, or Song Yunhui paid the medical expenses himself.
Song Yunyang said "OK".
This was the first time Song Zishu faced such a scene.
Later, Song Yunhui was born, and the two children could run and jump around the house. Song Yunyang liked to imitate him by reading several useless documents carefully. He could not recognize many words, but he learned well. Song Yunhui liked to sit on his lap and watch him work, but he would not sit for long before swinging his legs and thinking about running off to play.
There was no need to tell anyone about these things, as Uncle Chen had already prepared the return gifts long ago, and the servants worked diligently. Song Cheng chatted with the visitor, while Xu Wei chatted with the other party's wife.
After that, there was one less person in the room.
Song Yunhui would occasionally come to his study and squat beside the cabinet to quietly practice calligraphy or do exercises.
But Song Cheng never mentioned this matter, perhaps he had forgotten it, or he was avoiding it.
The older generation is still the same people, but the younger generation has grown up a lot. When they were young, they could play together, but now they have to think about how to be polite even when they say a word.
The next day, everyone in the house got up early.
There was only a cabinet and no suitable place to write, so he asked Uncle Chen to set up a small table and a carpet there.
They haven't been in touch for too long.
Later, Song Zishu was looking out the door, and half of the small table was given to him.
They have never found the opportunity to explain this contradiction clearly.
He was still young at that time, and Song Yunyang was also very young. He would chase him and ask questions, and then be coaxed and tricked out of the room by Xu Wenhui.
The people who came to chat at this time were almost the same group of people who had come a long time ago.
When Song Yunhui was here before, matters dealing with the younger generation were generally left to him. No matter what the other party said, he would retort without leaving a trace, and he only needed to sit on the side and listen to the other party's occasional compliments.
No matter how it changes, it's still the same.
If he paid for it himself, it means he has money on hand, and he would not spend a penny even if he had the card with him.
There is something behind every change.
Song Cheng went into the study alone.
Song Yunyang was abroad for a long time. Song Yunhui used to go out and play with other children, but later he stayed at home more often, in the piano room or his own room. Song Zishu was still young and not in good health. Xu Wei warned him not to enter the study room at will, so he often played with toys in his room or the living room.
After having breakfast together, visitors began to appear.
If the other party brings younger people with him, Song Zishu will be responsible for chatting. Song Yunyang will mostly sit next to Song Cheng and help him deal with the visiting CEOs and directors.
Almost all the houses around here are old. Except for those who have settled in other places due to business changes or sold their houses due to bankruptcy, the rest of the people will come back here during the Chinese New Year.
As the night deepened, there were fewer and fewer lights on in the house, and then it was pitch black except for the light illuminating the corridor.
Maybe it was due to his long-standing habit, or maybe people tend to prefer stability and stability when they reach a certain age, his study has remained the same from a long time ago to now.
Things from the past that I haven't thought about for a long time reappeared in my mind.
Song Cheng glanced at him, then put his hand on the study door handle and said, "It's late, go to bed first."
Not long after that, Song Yunhui never came here again and stayed in the piano room more often. Song Zishu also didn't like playing in this corner, so the small table was taken away by Uncle Chen again.
Most of the people who come to my door are people I know nearby. They bring gifts and wish me a happy New Year.
This is a social circle that cannot be ignored.
After having the small table and carpet, Song Yun came back here more frequently.
"Dad," Song Yunyang said, "maybe sometimes you need to bow your head."
When more people came into the room again later, his study became quiet.
He asked him to write on the table, but he shook his head and insisted on writing in that place.
If the stalemate continues like this, the problem will never be solved.
There are so many memories everywhere in this home.
Only some minor details have changed.
The actual impact of suspending the card on the other party may not be significant, but it more reflects their attitude, which is the key.
Now that there are new people in the family, the old photos are no longer suitable to be displayed on the table and can only be put in the cabinet.
The teacup set that Xu Wenhui loved to use before was no longer suitable to be placed in the kitchen, so he asked the servant to take it to his study and put it deep in the cabinet.
Now that he was really face to face with the person, he held the teacup in his hand, but he couldn't think of what to say.
He knew from the beginning that he was not cut out for business, so he knew nothing about this. These people could generally talk about things in the circle, but when he thought about the trend of the Internet in the past two days, he couldn't act rashly, for fear that saying one more word would bring him into trouble.
Without saying anything, the young man opposite tilted his head and asked:
"Where's Song Yunhui? Did he go out?"
It's a very simple sentence to break the awkwardness.
He didn't know what had happened in the Song family. He saw the news online and thought of mentioning the other party's previous rescue and then praising him to start the conversation.
Another reason was that when he came to visit last year, he still disliked Song Yunhui and couldn't help but say a few sarcastic words. Now he wanted to apologize.
Song Zishu seemed to have no reaction and just sat there without saying anything.
The younger generation was puzzled, and then Song Yunyang said:
"He's still busy outside."
The junior nodded, still a little confused, but chose to mute the microphone and not actually ask.
Song Yun’s retirement from the entertainment industry had caused a lot of controversy before. He didn’t know what else he could do after retiring, but he didn’t say it out loud.
Knowing that there were other guests coming, the family did not sit for long. They left after drinking a cup of tea.
It was not until they actually walked out of the gate and got in the car that the boss, who had been chatting with Song Cheng and Song Yunyang, turned around and asked his wife, "
"How do you feel about those two kids?"
"Mr. Song's eldest son is really good. He always talks to you in a friendly way," said his wife, who was sitting next to him. "It's just that his youngest son doesn't seem to be in a good mood, probably because of the recent things happening online."
Not only was he not in a very good mood, he seemed to be still sleepy and could hardly answer any questions.
The younger one sitting in the back nodded, "That's a bit of a feeling."
The other person doesn't seem to have changed much since he was a child.
When they were young, they had never seen such a child here. A lot of people loved him and coaxed and praised him. Whenever he encountered problems, they would help him out. He didn't have to do anything but stand behind.
It seems to be the same now, and the other party still seems to be missing someone standing in front of him.
Uncle Chen stood at the door and watched the car go farther and farther away. Just when he was about to turn around and go back, he heard the sound of wheels rolling on the road again.
Someone else is coming.
"welcome."
He bent down slightly:
"Mr. Zhong, Mrs. Zhong."
In the living room, the tea brewed last time had been removed and replaced with new tea.
The guests sitting opposite the sofa have changed.
The Zhong couple and Zhong Xu sat down.
The Zhong family and the Song family have always been on good terms. Last year it was the Song family that went to the Zhong family, and this year it is their turn to come.
Song Yunyang first met Zhong Xu's gaze, then looked away and greeted the two elders.
Song Zishu also greeted them one by one.
Mr. Zhong asked, "Is Yunhui not at home today?"
This question seems to come up every time.
When Song Yunyang was still preparing to use the same excuse as before, Mrs. Zhong smiled and said:
"Yun Hui is old enough now, maybe he will have to spend the New Year with someone else this year."
It was just a seemingly true joke, and several people laughed, except for Song Yunyang and Zhong Xu who did not look that happy.
Song Yunyang brought the tea and said, "Yun Hui is just a little busy this year, he will be back in a while."
Mrs. Zhong waved her hand and smiled: "That's true. Nowadays, none of the kids are in love. If Yun Hui comes back, he must come to meet him. He and Zhong Xu haven't seen each other for a long time."
Song Cheng agreed, Song Yunyang stood aside without saying anything, and Song Zishu also remained silent.
After this topic was over, the few of them asked about Song Zishu's health as usual and told him to take care of his health. Then they picked up the tea and took a sip.
It was a very harmonious meeting, but Zhong Xu was absent-minded.
***
On New Year's Day, Song Yunhui woke up, and before he opened his eyes, Chengzi was lying in the quilt, looking like he was preparing for parkour.
The cat was there last night, and he was afraid that Orange would get out of bed and catch a cold, so he turned up the air conditioner temperature a little. The temperature difference inside and outside the bed was not much, so it was not so difficult to get up this time.
Perhaps his body had awakened but his soul had not, he put on his clothes with his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes again, his vision was still blurry.
I got out of bed holding Orange, and watched the kitten sticking its head out of the window. It was really hard for it to do so, so I carried it over there.
Song Yunhui yawned and pulled open the window screen, forcing out a drop of saline solution. When he opened his eyes again, everything he saw was white.
It snowed and is still snowing.
The snow must have started falling in the evening, and by now it looks like a thick layer has accumulated.
Orange seemed very curious about the outside world and kept waving his paws at the glass window.
Song Yunhui lowered his head and touched the kitten's head, and asked:
"Want to go out and play?"
The kitten probably understood the three words "go out and play". Its ears were twitching and it kept meowing.
Song Yunhui then carried the kitten downstairs.
Qin Shu was already there when he went downstairs.
When Orange saw him, he started speaking in cat language. Although he couldn't understand what it was saying, he could feel its eagerness.
Song Yunhui helped translate it: "I want to go out and play in the snow."
"Have breakfast before going out."
Qin Shu took out a bag of glutinous rice balls from the refrigerator and said as he opened it, "Mom and the others have woken up. Go call them and tell them that they want to eat."
Song Yunhui then took the orange and went to call for help.
As soon as the door opened, Ye Min smiled when she saw him, rubbed the orange in his hand, and said she would be there soon.
When four people sat down at the table, Orange was also eating his meal with his head down.
Qin Shu is very strict and won’t take the dog out to play if it doesn’t eat.
Orange really wanted to go out and play, so he acted like a good cat.
After dinner, Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan were too tired to move around, so they watched TV in the living room. Song Yunhui and Qin Shu accompanied Chengzi out to play.
Just before leaving the house, Orange, who was only one step away from going out, was brought back to the living room.
Ye Min put a small cotton coat on it, white, with a big sunflower on it.
This is love from grandma.
Orange put on his clothes and was finally able to go out.
The door to the yard is closed, and Orange will not run around when there are people around. He can have fun in the yard.
The kitten, who had always lived in the south, had rarely seen snow. When Song Yunhui put it down, it was standing on the floor tiles and didn't dare to step on the snow.
It repeatedly extended its claws and then retracted them, trying to scare Xue away with its bluff.
Song Yunhui laughed and patted Qin Shu, then took out his phone and squatted to take pictures of the cat. He took pictures of the cat, and Qin Shu bent down to pat his hat.
Song Yun turned back: "What?"
Qin Shu reminded him: "Why don't you save some time for your live broadcast?"
Song Yun turned around and his body froze.
Yeah, I totally forgot about that.
The Spring Festival begins at the end of this month, so he probably won’t want to make up for the time at that time.
He didn't dare rush the time anymore.
[Don't drink soy milk] He never thought he could keep this account when he first told them about "Orange Song", but since other people didn't react to it afterwards, he gradually forgot about it.
Until the last time when he frantically made up time at the beginning of the second half of the month until 2:30 in the morning in order to save time for the end of the month, Qin Shu, who was out of town, finally couldn't stand it anymore and sent him a message, asking him to go to bed early.
This shaky window paper was broken. So he had a lot more live broadcast time afterwards.
I didn't expect there would be an extra supervisor.
Song Yunhui took out his mobile phone and poked it, then turned the camera to point it at Chengzi and started a live broadcast.
[Click to watch the kitten and snow fighting]
Quite a few people came in as soon as the live broadcast started, probably because they saw the message prompts provided by the platform.
“Buzz—”
A short and faint buzzing sound was heard. Song Yun turned his head to look at Qin Shu's pocket, then moved his gaze away.
Orange hesitated here for a long time. He first meowed at Xue in a bluffing manner, and then adopted a roundabout strategy, circling repeatedly, trying to launch a sneak attack when Xue was not prepared.
[Your soy milk is really good, it’s a good world! ]
[Good morning, soy milk! Hahahaha, what is this cat doing? Is it trying to spin around and stun its opponent? ]
[How can there be such a cute cat!!! Come and let ee give you a kiss! ]
[I don’t want to drool either, but it’s carrying sunflowers! ]
[Snow!!! (Southerners are ecstatic)]
[This is the Southerner's Trap]
[No, some northerners have never seen snow [wiping tears.jpg]]
Most of the time, Song Yunhui watched Chengzi try again and again, then glanced at the comments and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Good morning."
When Orange heard his voice, he paused, and then after realizing that he was not talking to him, he began to concentrate on dealing with the opponent in front of him.
Congratulations, it finally took the first step bravely.
—The arc of its movement was a bit large, and the accumulated snow was dug up by its claws, and some of the broken snow fell on the kitten's head.
Orange shook off the snowflakes and his paws slowly landed on the snow.
It doesn't seem to be aggressive.
It went one step further.
When you raise your paw, a small plum blossom is completed.
Song Yun replied that it was inconvenient to take a photo because his phone was live streaming, so he patted Qin Shu on the side and said, "Quick, quick, take a photo."
He squatted on the ground and took a casual shot that just happened to capture the other person's clothes.
Qin Shu took out his cell phone and took a picture, then bent down and handed the photo to him.
Song Yun praised in return: "It looks good, send it to me when the time comes."
[! It turns out there is someone next to me]
[Mature audiences have learned to take screenshots themselves]
[How can there be such a cute little cat!]
[What is the cat's name?]
Song Yun glanced at the comments and said:
"My name is Orange, my friend's cat."
For a moment, the barrage was silent.
Then it increased sharply.
[It turns out that "Orange Song" really has a prototype! It turns out to be a cat named Orange! I have been wondering what the relationship between Orange and the lyrics is]
[This is how the song "Orange Song" came about! A song for oranges! ]
[It turns out that the cat is called Orange!]
[Then "Song of Celery and Onion" is really based on the name! A song written for a friend is a song written for Mr. Qin! Help! ]
[I want this kind of friendship too! Give it to me! Quick! ]
[So from now on, Mr. Qin will be called Mr. Qin [Looking forward to the cat head.jpg]]
[So it's a friend around? ]
[Qin Zong laughed, and his impression changed instantly]
[Where did the onion come from? ]
Song Yunhui didn't look at the barrage for the time being.
He was still watching Orange walking in the snow, not very skillfully, and laughing as he watched.
Orange's limbs didn't coordinate very well, and his furry figure moved slowly in the snow.
Maybe it was because grandma's cotton-padded jacket was really warm, she didn't seem afraid at all in such a cold day, and then she walked faster and faster, and finally she just ran in small steps.
It seemed very happy, jumping around in the snow, sweeping its big tail back and forth, and it seemed to be in a good mood.
The big yellow sunflowers stand out in the snow and can be noticed at a glance.
Noticing that Qin Shu was also squatting beside him, Song Yunhui raised his elbow to support him and asked:
"Won't the oranges freeze your feet?"
After looking at Chengzi who had almost disappeared and then came back, Qin Shu said:
"It will come back on its own when it gets cold."
[The kitten is stupid, but it doesn’t mean it knows nothing]
[This sound??? Is there something wrong with my hearing? ]
[Maybe there is something wrong with my ears, help! ]
[Although, I can recognize it (.) This voice is really super easy to recognize]
[You guys are paying attention to this, I am the only one watching the cat running far away]
The cat ran a long way, but then came back.
It was a little bit frozen.
Chengzi seemed to know who to contact at this time. Instead of replying to Song Yun immediately as usual, he grabbed Qin Shu.
Qin Shu then picked it up, closed his bony fingers, and grasped the small white glove.
Song Yunhui looked at it with a smile, "It's very warm, isn't it?"
I don’t know if Orange understood or not, but Meow Meow replied with two sentences.
Even though they seemed to have been forgotten, the viewers in the live broadcast room had already learned to chat among themselves and were still chatting enthusiastically.
[Haha, how come you understand so much about soy milk! ]
[Have you ever had soy milk? You know so much]
I don’t know whether they had ever had soy milk, but they knew that Orange was leaving.
Qin Shu carried Orange to the door, wanting to take it back to the room to warm up first, but it was not willing. It started meowing as soon as he moved towards the door, and was unwilling to go back.
"… "
Song Yunhui looked silently at its paw which was still covered and probably stiff.
He is good at cooking and loves to play.
Qin Shu squatted back down again.
Song Yun stopped his hand from closing the live broadcast, and then said, "Welcome back."
Qin Shu laughed.
Now Orange was still being held obediently in someone's arms, and Song Yun finally had some time to look at his phone.
The first thing he looked at was the comments, and then the length.
He found that the comments were all asking him "how do you feel?"
What does it feel like
After not checking his phone for a while, Song Yunhui found that he could no longer keep up with the speed of these netizens, so he could only scroll up to try to find some clues.
But there were a lot of people in the live broadcast room and a lot of comments. He flipped through it for a while and saw that Orange Qin Shu's gloves looked very good to touch.
This is probably what you are asking.
He said, "It feels good to touch. It feels so comfortable when I sleep at night."
[? Is it so exciting?]
Is this really something we can listen to
[By the way, is soy milk the same thing as what we are talking about?]
Hearing the voice of the person next to him, Qin Shu raised his eyes and asked, "What feels good to touch?"
"They asked what Orange's paws felt like."
Orange's paws felt warm again.
The kitten regained its strength, struggled to escape from Qin Shu's hands, and fell to the ground lightly again.
It went out to have fun again.
Song Yunhui just watched the cat parkour with a smile.
The cat was running, and then it changed direction and ran to the other side.
It's going next door.
The two were originally watching Orange's movements, but they stopped when they saw the other person jump onto the fence.
—I have been to Orange next door many times, and it is considered its territory.
The house was halfway through renovation and there were still a lot of things piled up in the yard, including quite a few parts such as nails. Some of them had accidentally fallen on the ground and should now be buried in the snow.
When Qin Shu stood up, Song Yunhui also stood up.
"Qin Xiaoshu, help me get my phone."
That’s what the other party said.
His hand felt heavy, and a slightly warm cell phone was in his hand.
Qin Shu reacted quickly. The moment he got the phone, he pointed the camera downwards towards the floor, and didn't capture anything unnecessary.
[I feel dizzy! Master, please slow down, I feel dizzy]
[Did something happen just now? I was thrown away without even seeing anything.]
[Wow, you're so fast!!]
The barrage continued, but no one was watching.
Qin Shu looked at Song Yunhui and quickly caught up with him.
Even though the other party was walking in the snow, his steps were very steady.
When he was three or two steps closer to the fence, he increased his speed, supported himself with one hand and crossed over, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The slightly long black hair flew back as he moved, drawing a neat arc.
(End of this chapter)