Song Yunhui seemed to notice him and waved at him slightly.
Qin Shu also waved to him, and after seeing the other party turn around and walk into the house, he shifted his gaze back and listened to the person on the other end of the phone.
The director on the other side of the phone was the chief director of the variety show "Let's Visit Together" that Ye Min used to watch frequently.
The other party spoke very carefully and cautiously, and all the treatment was the best.
He replied briefly, and the other party breathed a sigh of relief.
After hanging up the phone, he called his agent again.
The agent seemed to have guessed this and was not overly surprised.
After a few more words, the two hung up the phone.
When Qin Shu walked into the house again, Song Yunhui had finished walking upstairs and started wandering downstairs.
There's some noise over there, probably on the street.
[I would like to advise the friends above to visit Bai Linhua, which is more realistic than this]
In the dark and quiet room, the cell phone on the table shook and made a buzzing sound.
Song Yunhui touched his chin, asked about the date, and then immediately said that he could move back to his home the day before the shooting.
While filming, he said that he owed the director a favor and that he had just accepted a role in the director's variety show and that the crew would be here to film in a few days.
Seeing him come in, Song Yunhui took him around the upstairs again.
[Okay, let’s exclude Qin Xiaoshu first. This man has never been on a variety show. It’s good to have dreams, but they must be realistic.]
Zhong Xu said, “I know.”
This person has indeed made long-term plans.
Noticing the movement on the table, Zhong Xu lowered his head, then reached out to take the phone.
As the popularity accumulated by the evening, "The Visit" finally squeezed out a place for itself among "Departure" which was all over the hot search, and also earned a wave of official push from Big Eyes.
Qin Shu raised his hand and brushed off the white ash that had rubbed off on the other person's head from somewhere.
This time it was Zhang Jia who called.
There aren't many takeaways around here, but they're edible.
The computer screen was the only source of light in the room, illuminating the outlines of people's faces.
Qin Shu listened to his plans and felt that it was not like he was just moving back temporarily, but rather that he had already started planning for the future.
[I guess a Zhang San]
Just before I was about to put down my phone, it rang again.
He answered.
Zhong Xu lowered his eyes.
The renovation is not finished yet, the downstairs is still being modified, but the upstairs looks almost done, it just needs some cleaning.
Song Yunhui rubbed his hair, as if a little surprised, and then nodded, "Is that so? Okay then."
"Let's Go Visit" has already gained quite a lot of popularity after my previous episodes. Now with the help of "Departure", the popularity of the new Big Eyed Boy has directly increased far more than before, and it has gained a lot of discussion.
Zhang Jia said:
"I asked for you, and asked everyone I know in the city, but I didn't find out anything."
[I'll just guess the director! I'll bet on my bitter tea! I've seen through this crew. The more I think about who it is, the less likely it is to be that person.]
***
The production team of "Let's Visit Together" acted quickly and released an announcement on the official Weibo immediately after the contract was signed, starting the warm-up early.
"Buzz—"
"I was going to say that he might not be in the city. You know he has a tutor at the university, right?"
[Could it be Song Yunhui? (Don’t wake me up, thank you)]
The program crew is good at keeping things mysterious. A movie ticket has an unclear meaning, but at the same time it can arouse the interest of netizens.
[Then I will also bet on a director. I am looking forward to it! The prize will be announced at that time! ]
A few meaningless pushes.
[Who to visit today V: Shocked! The next person to visit is him! [Picture]]
It’s the movie ticket stub for “Departure”.
The master bedroom has not been modified and is still habitable, just as it was when he left. The renovation of the house did not touch the electrical circuits, so the electricity can still be used. He only needs to clean it up and can move in directly. He can just order takeout for his meals.
[Woc! It's Qicheng! The next one won't be Mr. Qin!]
He stopped the other party's divergent thoughts in time and said:
"Just one day, it won't take too long."
"ah?"
Qin Shu: “…”
[Is it possible that someone's soy milk is not tasty? Even if it is just writing a song, it can be considered as participating in the movie [Looking forward to cat head.jpg]]
The picture attached to the post is a movie ticket stub, which looks like a casual shot.
He found the other party's contact information, but the other party did not mention a word about Song Yunhui.
"I know you called him before," Zhang Jia said, "I didn't go to see him this time. I asked his students, and they said that no previous graduates went to see him this year."
The tutor is already an old man, and he can't help but show off his students just like he shows off his grandchildren. Every time his former students come to see him, he will brag about his current students.
He had been talking about it in previous years, but he was unexpectedly silent this year. It should be that the students who used to visit him every year did not come this time.
According to a series of speculations, the student should be Song Yunhui.
If it was in the city, the other party would definitely go and take a look.
If they were somewhere far away, it would make sense. Maybe they made a private appointment to meet later.
At this point, Zhang Jia smacked his lips and said:
“I didn’t expect Song Yunhui’s academic qualifications to be quite impressive.”
It's more than just a little bit amazing.
They didn't know much about each other before, they just knew that the other party seemed to be in a good university and was excellent in all aspects except character.
It was not until he truly understood it that he realized it was far from being summed up in just two words: good.
Now the rumors about his bad character have been dispelled, and it seems that the other party is good in every way.
Automatically ignoring Zhang Jia's last words, Zhong Xu's fingers tapped the table unconsciously.
If it is outside the city, the range will be larger.
"Although it's not nice to say this, I think you should still be mentally prepared."
Zhang Jia's voice came from the receiver of the phone, "Look, he's out there all alone, and he won't be back for the New Year. Who knows, maybe he has someone else out there."
They saw it when Song Yun returned to pursue Zhong Xu. Although they thought that he was not a good person at the time, they never suspected that he would be indecisive.
But I didn't expect the other party to cut off contact so abruptly.
One or two days might be just a temper tantrum, but if it lasts for a month or two, it is definitely more than just a temper tantrum.
He felt that Zhong Xu should perhaps prepare for the worst.
But Zhong Xu said: "He won't."
That sounds pretty certain.
Zhang Jia didn't dare to say anything else. He just passed the red light and hung up the phone.
The phone screen went dark. Zhong Xu put the phone aside and continued looking at the computer.
It's hard to concentrate.
The words on the computer gradually became vague and fuzzy.
He knew that Zhang Jia's thinking was normal. Most people would consider at this time that the other party might no longer want to contact him at all, and might have started a new life.
But he was very sure.
He didn't know where his confidence came from. Perhaps it was because he had known him the longest and was the person he trusted most besides his family. Or maybe it was simply because of the serious look he gave him on the terrace before.
It was still a summer night and the evening breeze was very comfortable and a little cool, blowing the other person's hair slightly back.
He turned his head, his brows relaxed, smiled easily, and called his name:
"Zhong Xu."
Perhaps it was because it was too quiet at the time, and the only sound in his ears was the other person's voice. It was the first time that Zhong Xu felt palpitations when he heard his name coming out of someone else's mouth.
After a series of events that happened before, he had already guessed what the other party wanted to say.
The word "like" seemed easy to say. He heard Song Yunhui say it easily.
Or maybe it wasn't easy, he could see the other person's serious eyes and slightly clenched hands.
If I guessed correctly, the other party should be nervous.
He rarely saw the other person nervous.
The sound of the night wind covered the sound of my heartbeat.
Thinking that he didn't believe it, his silence was met with a series of explanations from the other party.
Song Yun replied that he was serious and had consulted many professionals before, and they all said that this was love.
One expert may cause problems, but a string of experts will probably be fine.
The expert seemed to have hit on his funny bone. He couldn't help laughing, although he was originally very serious.
After so many years, he seems to have not changed, and his eyes are curved when he smiles.
Zhong Xu could feel that his hand seemed to move.
He wanted to touch the other person, wanted to touch the hair that seemed so soft.
But he heard himself say no.
He heard himself begin to explain the reasons one by one.
He talked about Song Zishu, saying that Song Zishu was not like him and Song Yunyang who grew up in the Song family, so he was quick-witted, thought about everything in detail, and attached more importance to relationships.
The three of them grew up together. If they knew that the two of them were together, they would probably feel that the relationship was tilted and start to think about it. Song Zishu also had a basic disease, so if he continued to be entangled like this for a long time, it would definitely have an impact on his health.
Song Yunyang is Song Yunhui's biological brother, so he will definitely favor Song Yunhui more, so he cannot be biased anymore.
At least not now.
After hearing the answer, Song Yunhui looked at him with his eyes slightly widened, as if a little surprised.
The wind on the terrace grew stronger and stronger, blowing up my clothes.
Finally, Song Yunhui said:
"It's windy outside, let's go in first."
This confession, which seemed to come out of nowhere, ended in silence.
After that, Song Yunhui joined the crew, and there were subsequent news, and then there was the reversal not long ago.
It turns out that it was Song Yunhui who had been suffering injustice.
His firmness and seriousness on the terrace that day were a testament to his trust.
But he betrayed that trust.
Zhong Xu looked up at the dark ceiling without moving his eyes, then slowly closed his eyes with some fatigue.
Where is it
***
Since the decoration master started the construction, Song Yunhui would go there every day to check the progress.
It’s not because of anything else, it’s mainly because I’m free.
It’s not that he doesn’t have a job, he just wants to take a few more days off.
After the Spring Festival, the previous feeling of urgency was gone.
The decoration master was very serious and professional. Song Yunhui would occasionally go to help pass things. When he was not busy, he would chat with the master and ask about things related to the decoration.
To a certain extent, he just can't sit still. He wants to learn everything and understand everything.
The decoration master is very easy to talk to. The owner's help in passing things around saves a lot of trouble, and he is happy to share.
Qin Shu had to fly out of town for work these days, and Song Yunhui stayed in the house with the decorator all day long.
The afternoon Qin Shu came back, the decorator just got off work. Song Yunhui closed the door and went home. He found that there was still some time left, so he cooked a super deluxe version of Chinese cabbage. It is called boiled Chinese cabbage.
The cabbage was just cooked and taken out of the pan when there was some noise coming from the entrance.
Before putting down the spoon in his hand, Song Yun turned around and looked at Qin Shu who had already walked into the living room, praising him for never lagging:
"I haven't seen you for a few days. You look handsome again."
Qin Shu, who was untying his scarf, paused and then smiled.
Today's blanched Chinese cabbage was very successful, and Qin Shu also praised it. Song Yunhui took a photo to record another milestone on his road to becoming a chef.
After dinner today, it seemed like there was a little comic moment that had never happened before.
After a long delay, Chigecao finally decided to log on to his account and posted the first small comic of the new year.
Song Yunhui and Qin Shu watched it together, and the more they watched, the more they understood the mental state of eating grass.
This time the comic strip is a bit too rough.
He rubbed his chin.
The work is based on life, and one can roughly guess that Chen Chen is probably having a life worse than death in the company these days.
Song Yun gave him a thumbs up, and then said six skillful "haha".
After reading the cartoon, Song Yun recalled the photo of Xiao Baicai that he had just taken, so he posted a photo of Big Eyes.
No words, just a picture and full of confidence.
I had just posted an update and hadn’t had time to read the comments when a phone call came in.
It was Chen Chen calling.
Putting the cat in Qin Shu's arms, Song Yunhui stood up to answer the phone.
He listened to a few words, then gestured to Qin Shu, indicating that he was going upstairs.
Qin Shu nodded.
After going up to the second floor and opening the door of the room, Song Yunhui sat down on the chair. Even though Chen Chen had not yet gotten to the point, he had already turned on the computer.
If the other person has the leisure time to draw cartoons, it means he is on vacation. If he is on vacation and calls at this time, his purpose is obvious.
Sure enough, the other party talked for a long time, and finally said: "... So, do you have time to play games today?"
Song Yunhui's expression remained unchanged as he said, "I've already entered the game."
Chen Chen didn't feel embarrassed at all because his purpose was seen through. He laughed and said, "Hey, that's good."
The two have been playing this game together for a while, but Chen Chen is still as bad as ever.
If there was any improvement, it was that he learned to show off his strength and be as ostentatious as possible to attract the attention of his enemies.
After playing a few games to pull Chen Chen back from the brink of being reported by his teammates, Song Yun recalled something and announced a halftime break. He then took off his headset and opened the door to the room.
He almost forgot one important thing.
After walking down the stairs, he asked Qin Shu, who was still sitting in the living room:
"Is there a crew coming tomorrow?"
Qin Shu turned to look at him, then nodded and said yes.
Song Yunhui took a breath.
He had totally forgotten it.
He had been thinking about moving his notebook over this afternoon and bringing some snacks along, but he had forgotten about it until now. If he hadn't just remembered it, he would have probably forgotten it completely.
He glanced at the time, thought for a moment, and made a careful decision.
I'll play with Chen Chen for a few more rounds before moving things. There's still time.
He then went back upstairs to his room.
Perhaps he chose the wrong time to put the headset back on, and the moment he put it on, he heard ghosts howling.
"… "
Song Yunhui calmed down and decided to slowly take off his headphones.
Probably because they noticed the movement on his side, the ghosts and wolves howling on the other side disappeared, and then Chen Chen's normal voice came, he choked:
"Boss Dan, help me."
Song Yun returned to the preface.
Maybe this sound is even more abnormal.
Although Chen Chen was extremely angry, his brain was still sharp and he briefly explained what had just happened.
To put it bluntly, it's just a quarrel between elementary school kids.
The enemy in the previous game couldn't stand the fact that Chen Chen was so bad but was hiding behind others and showing off. He thought that a real man should face the wind and rain on his own, so he gave him a thumbs down. Because they were out of the game and couldn't curse in the room, the enemy had to curse the whole server.
Song Yunhui also saw it.
It's in the lower left corner of the screen.
Not only did it contain another person's words, but also a message from Chen Chen.
[xxx（dirty words output）]
Chen Chen asked: [What grade are you in? ]
[Fifth grade]
Then Chen Chen said that he would use this method to get a high score in front of him.
"… "
Song Yunhui paused for a moment, then asked sincerely, "What grade are you in?"
"Brother Egg, I'm in the third grade."
It was not known whether this was some kind of romance unique to men or whether the naive Chen Chen was just having a brain storm. Although he thought the reason was ridiculous, Song Yunhui changed his sitting position and eventually accompanied the other party to the big score.
The later it gets into the night, the harder it is to play a game. A game takes a long time, and by the time Chen Chen gets a high score, it is already past midnight.
The wish was fulfilled, Chen Chen happily finished the game, Song Yunhui yawned with his chin propped up, and checked his email out of habit before turning off the computer.
"… "
Then he perked up.
Someone who seemed to be a partner sent him an email, politely asking him when he could expect to receive the finished product, and also explaining that the deadline was approaching.
Song Yunhui had no recollection of this order and strongly suspected that he had received it in his sleep.
He clicked on the sender to check the previous email records and finally had some impression.
It seemed like he had picked it up while eating.
The deadline is tomorrow... tonight at twelve o'clock.
Song Yun raised his hand and typed, then replied [Soon], and created a new folder.
The plan changed. He remembered that Qin Shu had said before that the crew would arrive around nine o'clock, so he could finish his work tonight, set an alarm for tomorrow morning, and get up early to leave.
Great plan.
As his fingers just touched the keyboard, a faint cat's meow was heard from outside, so Song Yunhui stopped what he was doing, got up and opened the door.
A little kitten squatted obediently at the door, looking up at him with its big eyes.
After calling, it also held the small sunflower that it usually holds when sleeping in its mouth. Its intention was very obvious.
Song Yunhui carried it into the room and closed the door with his foot.
He didn't pull the door hard enough so it didn't close tightly, but it was closed, so he didn't bother with it anymore.
When Orange came into the room, she didn't get into bed. She just curled up on his lap, quietly.
The only sounds in the room were the typing of keyboards and the clicking of the mouse.
Maybe it’s because people can concentrate better at night, or maybe it’s simply because DDL is the primary productivity, so I completed the task much faster tonight than usual.
But it seemed that because I hadn't stayed up all night like this for a long time, my brain couldn't react for a while and I felt a little dizzy.
His movements were shaky, but his hands held on. Song Yunhui put Orange on the bed, covered it with the quilt, then took off his coat and lay down with him.
He lay there for a while, until he was half conscious, and then he remembered that he had not turned off the light, so he got up and turned it off in a daze.
The computer in the room was still on and I forgot to turn it off, and I didn't have time to set the alarm on my phone.
It seems like I forgot something, but it also seems like it’s just a trivial matter.
When Orange falls asleep, he will automatically find his way and roll into his arms, like a little stove, warm and furry.
A man and a cat were sleeping soundly in the quilt.
***
The program "Let's Visit Together" has always adopted the broadcast method of live broadcast plus post-editing. There is no script and it is broadcast as it is. Because of its authenticity, it has been sought after by many people, and there are people waiting for every live broadcast.
It’s still early before the broadcast time, and several regular guests and program staff have already got on the car.
We have filmed so many episodes together before, and we are already familiar with each other as guests. Now we sit down and start guessing where we are going today.
The unpredictability of the show is not just for the audience, but also for the guests.
They don't know who they are visiting until they actually meet the person.
The car kept moving, and finally passed the city and stopped at the gate of a community on the edge of the city.
When we got here, even though we had already informed and requested approval in advance, they still required everyone to come down and record their information before entering the community.
After entering the community, the photographer carried a camera but did not shoot.
Only when they stood in front of a small villa with a yard did the director let the photographer turn on the camera.
Until the photographer made an OK gesture, several guests were ready, and then they played rock-paper-scissors and sent a winner to knock on the door.
At exactly nine o'clock, the live broadcast room of "Let's Visit" opened on time, and a large number of viewers poured in instantly.
The unlucky little winner knocks on the door.
The sound of footsteps in the house came closer and closer
[The prize has been drawn! The no-prize contest begins now!]
[Spending all his money to pressure director Qi Cheng. No reason. I just think the production team is so arrogant that they won’t visit the actors properly.]
[This place feels familiar, is it my illusion?]
[I press Li Si]
[Use all homework to bet on Qin Xiaoshu]
[If you don’t want to do homework, just say so]
The door opened and a handsome face appeared in the camera.
It is a very direct impact on appearance.
The guest who knocked on the door was stunned for two seconds, then quickly greeted him with a strange tremor in his voice:
"Hello, Teacher Qin!"
It's true that I'm a little excited.
The others followed suit and greeted him.
The live broadcast room was full of question marks and exclamation marks. So many people couldn't even form a complete sentence.
Qin Shu opened the door a little wider and said:
"Hello, please come in first."
The other guests rubbed their hands excitedly and followed him into the house.
They were led by each other to the living room.
It's just... very different from what I imagined.
They could see that this was originally supposed to be a three-piece set of black, white and grey, but there were a lot of other things added to this.
For example, there are stuffed toys everywhere, and colorful small cushions.
Everywhere seems to be a trace of other people's lives.
(End of this chapter)