Yawning while holding his phone, Song Yunhui didn't notice the netizens who were still in a daze, and greeted them as usual.
[As soon as I saw the section was in the study area, I rushed in. Although I didn’t understand the last lecture, I slept soundly.]
[Why are you so cute, little cat? I'll eat them all in one bite! ]
[? Have cats become so introverted? I wanted to be reborn as a cat in my next life and live a good life without advanced mathematics, but I didn’t expect that even cats have to learn [呆慢.jpg]]
[Soy milk is the scariest thing! Don’t let your cat go through this at such a young age! ]
[I am different, what book is rwkk kitten reading]
[Don’t talk nonsense. This cat sat next to me when I was taking the postgraduate entrance examination. I finished the questions very quickly.]
[Don’t spread false information, Maomao is my senior and has already been admitted to graduate school]
The cat is not as capable as the netizens say. The cat is looking at the rows of words on the book, and its round eyes reflect its thoughts about the universe and the world.
It seems to be sublimating.
He placed the small orange on the table, then set up a tripod and pointed the camera at the small orange.
[It’s so dark! Soymilk, let me out! ]
Maybe because it used its brain, it slept particularly soundly this time, snoring constantly.
[Not good, unless it's mine]
[I don’t know how to describe it, but I think I understand it.]
[Haha, I remembered my cat. I saved up enough dried fish for the Chinese New Year, but today my mom did the spring cleaning and uncovered its secret hideout. Now it’s still throwing a tantrum.]
[The small classroom is gone (why do I feel so regretful?)]
Song Yunhui didn't pay attention to his phone and was still diligently teaching the kitten basic knowledge.
Song Yunhui taught it to recognize words step by step. He did not teach it to analyze computer databases right away. He was unexpectedly pragmatic and started from the most basic, teaching it the difference between the most basic stack and queue.
[I can feel that Doujiang is probably really bored, so bored that he started to persecute cats]
[The liberal arts students listened with great interest. They were reluctant to listen to the computer basics before, but now they are eager to listen on their own. Isn’t this a kind of sword selling (cute cat head)?]
[Let's just say, give me a (shake) (healthy and moderate laughter)]
[Upstairs, an abacus jumped on my face]
Song Yunhui stuffed a small fluffy sunflower that the kitten usually loved to play with. The kitten completely lost its temper. It put its head on the small sunflower and listened to the sound coming from its ear. Its fluffy ears shook unconsciously.
Song Yunhui just switched the partition to the chat zone, and when he came back he saw the next two messages and raised his eyebrows slightly.
[My cat pulled down the sausage hanging on the balcony and is now being scolded]
But he still hadn't finished teaching Orange the basics today.
[I think I understand 1]
The kitten didn't listen, but the others listened with great interest.
The kitten didn't know when he couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep.
Song Yunhui was not so crazy as to wake up the sleeping cat again. He gently pulled the book out from under Chengzi and adjusted his head so that he could sleep soundly while leaning comfortably on the small plush toy.
"The trainee is asleep, so I can only show you a smaller version of the trainee."
Many netizens were very angry about the persecution of kittens. They liked and forwarded the post angrily, making the live broadcast a hot topic on the homepage and attracting everyone to watch the atrocities committed by this soy milk maker.
Song Yunhui stopped explaining until a faint snoring sound was heard in the quiet room. He followed the direction of the sound.
When Ye Min and her friend came back from City A, they brought a small blanket, which was just right for the kitten to cover itself with when sleeping.
But it doesn’t seem to be the case.
Orange tried very hard to open his eyes, but his eyelids kept twitching and eventually closed.
Song Yunhui took the phone back to the room. When passing by the cabinet filled with various small things, he picked up a small orange made of orange hair that was placed on it.
[Eyes! Don’t cover my eyes with soy milk! I can’t see anything! ]
[Please don’t oppress cats like this (Modo Modo)]
The topic easily shifted from cats to how to celebrate the New Year.
He smiled and said, "It looks good, right?"
The topic of Chinese New Year always revolves around the Spring Festival Gala.
The number of people in the live broadcast room increased instead of decreased.
[I am different, I have already gotten into bed beautifully]
As long as there is a stage, they can perform anywhere.
[It doesn’t look good. I’m a professional craftsman with 20 years of experience. Please send it to me and I’ll make it look good for you.]
Let Orange continue to sleep here. Song Yunhui did not disturb it anymore. He covered the camera of his mobile phone and went upstairs quietly.
Even though he didn't understand anything and had no idea what the person was talking about, Chengzi still cooperated with Song Yunhui. He huddled his furry body into the other's arms, occasionally twisting his body around wanting to play.
He seems to be teaching very seriously.
[I can show off ten of these cute little cats at once]
[Friends, are you still watching the Spring Festival Gala? We always watch the Spring Festival Gala at home, and then a bunch of people play mahjong]
[I haven’t watched it in recent years. I don’t feel the same as before.]
[The Spring Festival Gala list was released before, and as expected, Mr. Qin did not go]
[Time flies by so fast. I didn’t expect that it will be New Year’s Eve in a few days]
[The sad worker is no longer sad for the time being, and happily packs up his things to go home]
[The colorful lights on the street have been installed, and there are also big lanterns. The planning aesthetics are really good.]
Song Yun replied carefully to the comments from his fans one by one.
Time really flies by fast.
It feels like the last time I celebrated New Year’s Day was just last time, but it’s almost the Spring Festival in a short while.
He turned and looked out the window.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, through the balcony railings, you can see that the roadside lamps outside the yard are also wrapped with a circle of small colored lights.
The little colored lights on the lampposts haven't been turned on yet, and they probably won't be turned on for another two days.
He slowly withdrew his gaze.
***
Song House
Time flies. When I got up early in the morning, I found that New Year's Eve was only two days away. The servants who lived out of town had left several days ago, and the local people also settled their wages today and went back happily to celebrate the New Year.
Uncle Chen and other servants of the Song family who were living with their families had not left yet, so there were still quite a few people in the mansion, and it couldn't be said to be deserted.
The Song family never does much to tinker with the house during the Chinese New Year. At most they just do a thorough cleaning and put up couplets.
Posting couplets was a habit formed in the family after Xu Wenhui came. After she left, the remaining owners never cared about it, and it has always been Uncle Chen who did the work for them.
When he was a child, the second young master would be very excited to stick with him. Although he was short-handed and short-legged, he couldn't help much, but his attitude was very good. He called him Uncle Chen sweetly and said that he would help him in the future.
After so many years and twists and turns, he is finally the only one left working.
Just as he had finished pasting the last bit, Uncle Chen turned around and saw Song Yunyang who had just walked to the door.
Song Yunyang also looked at him.
Uncle Chen paused, wiped his hands, and took the car keys from the other party.
They had gone on a long journey.
"call-"
The sound of wind outside the car window gradually disappeared, the car speed decreased, and finally slowly stopped.
Song Yunyang got out of the car, and the moment he opened the door, he felt the biting ice and snow hitting his face.
Uncle Chen sat in the car and watched the other person's back disappear.
This is the entrance to the cemetery, where Xu Wenhui is buried.
As long as he is in China, Song Yunyang will come here at this time every year.
This place is far away from the city, few people pass by, and even the snow is deeper than other places.
He remembered exactly where the tombstone was.
Walk along the snowy avenue and turn into a small path, from here you can see the sparse monuments still covered with fine snow.
He moved closer and wiped off the snow that was coated on the tombstone.
It was very quiet, the only sounds were the whistling of the wind and the sound of snow falling from the trees not far away.
Song Yunyang didn't say anything, he just squatted there quietly with his eyes downcast looking at the tombstone.
The habits formed over the years cannot be easily changed. Even facing a cold tombstone, he still kept all his words in his heart and refused to reveal them easily.
It was like a silent confrontation with myself.
"… "
I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a moment, Song Yunyang finally said nothing and put down the flowers in his hand.
He put the flower down and was about to leave, but then he saw a piece of dry branch sticking out from the snow.
He dug through the snow along the dry branches and leaves.
The dried branches and leaves, which were once in the shape of flowers, are now completely exposed.
Someone had been here a long time ago.
Come in silence like him, and leave in silence.
The only difference is probably that the other party came alone.
It was obvious who had been there.
The branches and leaves that had just been dug out of the snow pile were broken, and the wind coming from the other end blew the broken leaves away directly.
The broken leaves were carried by the wind to places out of sight.
Making a decision only takes a moment.
Song Yunyang stood up and took out his phone.
He turned and left in the same direction.
The fresh flowers left in place were gradually covered with tiny snowflakes.
“Buzz—buzz—”
The cell phone buried in the quilt began to vibrate, but the quilt was thick, so the vibration was unnecessary.
Song Yunhui had just come out of the bathroom after grabbing his hair when he heard a sound coming from outside the balcony. He originally wanted to lean over to take a look, but instead he noticed a faint vibrating sound in the quilt.
He found the cell phone that he had casually buried in the quilt when he got up. His hands, which had just been touched by cold water, were a little out of control, and the call was connected before he could even see the contact person clearly.
He said "hello" reflexively.
It is a very polite and courteous sentence.
The other party was silent for a moment, then said:
"I just went to my mother's place."
Slowly sitting on the bed, Song Yun looked out the window and said:
"Yeah, so?"
—
The snow was getting heavier. Uncle Chen was originally sitting in the car waiting, but later he put on gloves and walked out of the car, looking around outside.
A man walked out in the snow and wind, his neat clothes blown into a mess by the wind.
He originally wanted to say hello, but then he saw that the other person was holding a phone, and finally chose to help open the car door in silence.
When the other person got into the car and was about to close the door, he heard him say "sorry".
The young man sat in the car. He had never bent over once in all these years. He would never compromise no matter what the situation was, as if no one could bend his spine.
Now, he was covered in broken snow, and despite looking a little disheveled, he apologized in a hoarse voice.
Uncle Chen paused, loosened his hand on the car door slightly, and finally the car door closed automatically with a slight dull sound.
After the car door closed, he finally came to his senses, then walked around half a circle and sat back in the driver's seat. After the car door closed, all the sounds were isolated outside the car window.
The car was very quiet, with only the sound of Song Yunyang talking on the phone.
There is also the voice coming from the other end of the phone.
Although he hadn't heard the other person's voice for a long time, after living together for so many years, Uncle Chen could still quickly recognize who was on the other end of the phone.
No one expected Song Yunyang to call the other party at this time, nor did he expect him to apologize. Uncle Chen didn't know the whole story, and finally drove quietly, paying attention to the road conditions while listening silently.
Uncle Chen was surprised, and the person on the other end of the phone seemed surprised as well; they didn't expect the situation to unfold like this.
After a while, the other side asked:
"How to say?"
His voice was still clear and light, with his usual calmness.
Also very calm.
This sound made people feel a little dazed for a moment.
—It didn't seem like she was expecting an answer, nor did she feel curious. It seemed like she was just following his words out of politeness.
"I always knew that you had nothing to do with my mother's death."
Song Yunyang confessed.
He spoke out all the thoughts he had hidden for so many years, including those unbearable ones, in which he wanted to give himself a chance to breathe by making others suffer as much as he did.
He never hated others, but himself.
But he cleverly transferred this hatred to other people.
This was despicable, and he never said it out loud.
"… "
The only sounds in the car were his voice and the two people's breathing.
Uncle Chen glanced at Song Yunyang's face through the rearview mirror.
The other person's expression was different from usual. His usual calmness and composure seemed to be overwhelmed by other emotions.
He had finished what he wanted to say and was now quietly waiting for the other party's reply.
—
In the quiet room, the voice on the phone quieted down, and the sound of talking in the courtyard came over.
Song Yunhui stood up, opened the French window, walked to the balcony, sat down, and looked down.
He wasn't wearing pajamas today, but a very warm down jacket and a big scarf, so it was okay to sit outside for a short while like now.
He leaned on the balcony railing and looked down to see Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan playing with Chengzi in the yard.
As he watched, he said:
"Ok, I know."
He always knew.
So he has been working hard and waiting, until the day when Song Yunyang can face him with his true self.
What came from the phone were the words he had been waiting for for a long time.
But he had waited too long.
Until you no longer expect it and no longer care.
He said, “Congratulations.”
Being able to say it means that the other person has begun to slowly move on from the past.
No matter what it is for him, it is indeed a good thing for the other person.
Song Yunyang imagined the answers Song Yunhui might give. He thought of many options and was mentally prepared.
But the only thing I didn’t expect was a “congratulations”.
Uncle Chen didn't expect this either.
This sentence sounds like a sincere congratulations, but also like a casual courtesy.
The other party still had the same tone, and they couldn't even tell what mood the other party was in as he answered the call.
Such calm and concise words can make people feel more nervous than long speeches.
The person opposite seemed to have changed a lot.
It is still the same person in my impression, but he is also very different from my impression.
After a moment of silence, Song Yunyang said:
"The Chinese New Year is just two days away. Where are you going to celebrate it?"
This was the first time he brought up the subject calmly.
Uncle Chen in front quietly pricked up his ears.
This time it’s no longer a question of when to come back, but “where to spend the New Year”.
He already had some guesses in his mind.
This year, there may be one less person in the family.
Song Yunhui on the other end of the phone was still looking down at the movement in the yard downstairs and did not respond immediately.
Ye Min and the other person spoil Orange to the extreme. When Orange is afraid of the cold and stays indoors, they play with him indoors. It is snowing again today, and the kitten wants to go out to play, so they go out with him. The two of them and the cat are walking around in the yard, communicating in cat language from time to time, and they seem to be having a lot of fun.
It's true that the house is never quiet with a cat.
And it’s not mainly the cat’s meowing.
He laughed lightly, then thought of the phone in his hand and said:
"I won't be coming back anymore."
Not this year, but later.
Song Yunyang wanted to say something, but there was a noise from the other end of the phone, which stopped him temporarily.
There was a knock on the door.
There was a knock on the door and Song Yun turned around.
Qin Shu appeared at the door and said:
"Everything is ready, we can go out."
The cold wind blew in through the open French windows. From his perspective, he couldn't see the phone in the other person's hand, but he could see the slippers on his bare feet. He said:
"It's cold outside, come in and put on your socks first."
He had just gone onto the balcony without a hat, and a gust of wind blew outside. Song Yunhui casually pressed down his hair that was blown to the side by the wind, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said "OK".
Qin Shu then left.
Song Yunhui took the phone again and put it to his ear and said:
"I have something else to do. If there's nothing else, I'll wish you a happy new year and then hang up."
Song Yunyang couldn't say what else he wanted to do.
So the opponent was killed.
The phone screen went dark.
He looked down at his dark phone and said:
"Happy New Year."
Hearing the sound behind him, Uncle Chen's lips moved slightly, but in the end he still said nothing and drove quietly.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yunhui stood outside for a while until his feet became noticeably stiff, then he closed the floor-to-ceiling window and went into the house.
Qin Shu, who had closed the door and left earlier, came back again, with an extra pair of socks in his hands, so Song Yun didn't have to rummage through his own drawers to find them.
No one knew how he did it, but after getting the socks, Song Yunhui was surprised to find that they were actually warm. He could feel the heat when he held them in his hands.
After putting on their socks comfortably, they went downstairs together.
It was a rare occasion that Orange was in the mood to go out today, so Ye Min seized the opportunity to make an appointment with a photo studio, preparing to take the cat out today and get some photos in one go.
Everyone is just sitting at home, so naturally everyone supports her in doing whatever she wants to do.
But before going out today, I have to make Orange happy first.
"Everything is ready" means that everything is ready except Orange and the two elders.
Song Yunhui and Qin Shu stood at the door and saw the two of them having a lot of fun playing with Chengzi, as if they hadn't had enough, so they finally chose not to disturb them.
They returned to the living room and played a simple game of Go online on their phones for a while.
The two of them played slowly, and had only played two rounds by the time the sound came from the entrance.
Orange is having a great time and is now hanging around her grandfather Qin Jianyuan and acting coquettishly.
Ye Min must behave like a refined person when she goes out. She just ran and jumped outside for a long time. When she came back, she went to the room to touch up her makeup.
Now everyone is ready to go.
When we went there, Qin Shu was still driving.
The photography studio was carefully selected by Ye Min. It was said that someone she knew had taken photos here before, so its reputation and quality were very good.
Although it is called a gallery, the photography gallery is actually not small.
The photography studio has its own photography base. When you get off the bus, you can see a large area of antique-style pavilions and terraces around it.
Perhaps because she has watched too many TV dramas recently, Ye Min picked and chose, and finally decided to take a unique family portrait - she called it a family portrait.
She wanted to shoot a costume drama, and everyone else obeyed her unconditionally.
Or perhaps Qin Jianyuan looks like a serious person, but he actually wants to give it a try.
He and Ye Min have been watching TV together recently, and they are equally addicted.
Song Yunhui and Qin Shu had highly consistent ideas. They didn't care what they wore as long as they were happy taking the photos.
When they arrived, there were already people waiting at the entrance of the photo studio.
She looks like a young and beautiful girl.
She saw four people and a cat, and asked their names first. After the names matched, she took them inside.
The inside looked as big as it did from the outside. The girl in charge of reception said that today was their last day of business and there were no other customers except them.
It certainly looked like that, as there were only a few people walking around in such a large place. The girl said they could wander around freely.
One advantage of letting Ye Min handle things is that it can save a lot of unnecessary trouble.
Unlike other people who rent clothes, she buys them directly and has them delivered in advance, so they don’t have to choose and can wear them directly.
The professional makeup artist was still putting makeup on Ye Min and the other person. Song Yunhui changed his clothes and left the room.
It is snowing again today. Orange has already had his fill of snow today and is now sitting by the small stove, warming himself by the fire, and refuses to leave the room no matter what.
So Song Yunhui came out alone.
He remembered that there was a small pavilion nearby, which was hexagonal and extended to the center of the lake. It looked very beautiful.
The pavilion is easy to find.
It was not until I actually walked up to the pavilion that I noticed that it seemed very low. Standing next to the wooden carved railing, it seemed as if I could touch the frozen water surface if I bent down.
This is what Song Yunhui thought and did.
He sat down, then leaned against the railing and reached down, his fingers touching the cold thin ice.
The ice is really thin and it breaks into pieces when touched. You can dip your hands into the water and your fingertips will instantly turn red.
Qin Shu, who had received a phone call and separated from the others shortly after entering, slowly looked for the figure along the way. Then, across half of the lake, he saw the person who stretched his body and put his hand into the lake.
The other party had changed his clothes and was wearing a scarlet robe embroidered with auspicious clouds and flying cranes. There was a circle of white fluff on the edge of the robe. Because of the stirring of the water, the long sleeves were exposed, revealing a white lining and a red wide robe embroidered with gold thread.
The other person seemed to notice him and retracted his hand that was touching the water just now. His light-colored pupils reflected the lake blue light and he raised his eyes to look at him.
(End of this chapter)