Hearing the familiar voice, Song Yun turned around and the first thing he saw was a blue-black tie.
Looking up further, he saw the man's smooth jawline.
It was Zhong Xu, who said:
"Coincidentally, you come here to rest too."
Without thinking about further communication, Song Yun turned his gaze back to the piano and said:
"Hello."
Zhong Xu pointed to the seat next to him and asked, "Can I sit here?"
Song Yunhui then turned to look at him again, his face covered by a hat and scarf with only the bridge of his nose exposed, and he looked at Zhong Xu and gave a serious suggestion:
"I have a cold, please stay away from me."
Running hot and cold but otherwise fine, he wasn't sure if he had a cold, but that was all he had to say for now.
"A kid sold it to me, but I have no use for it."
One thing after another seems to be inseparable.
Zhong Xu moved the hand that was supporting himself on one side.
It had been a long time since they had sat together and talked calmly like this. Although he was the only one talking most of the time, Zhong Xu still felt a real sense of calmness and relaxation that he hadn't felt for a long time, and his nerves relaxed unconsciously.
Zhong Xu asked casually, "When are you going back to City A? Why didn't you tell me?"
It's not like he had never heard the other person talk to others like this before, but that was not to him, but to strangers who were not very willing to talk.
He didn't wait for the other person to leave, but instead received a sorry.
He followed Song Yunhui's gaze and looked towards the stage.
He handed over a small packaged sunflower, which was a warm yellow in color and looked bright and warm.
He was puzzled but not curious, and looked away again.
He didn't mention anything about the almost meeting yesterday.
Zhong Xu was still speaking slowly.
But he felt that he probably didn't understand and that the other party probably didn't mean that.
His heart was pounding, his breathing was irregular, and all signs of this were obscured by the rushing night breeze.
It’s more like recalling than speaking.
Song Yunhui understood this sentence.
The other party said a lot.
Spanning so many years, they have been through so much together.
The sound of the piano swirled up in the cold air.
He wanted to be back with Song Yun.
It was the first time that Song Yunhui knew that he could say so many words at once.
He didn't know which night Zhong Xu was talking about, nor did he know what he was happy about.
Zhong Xu said:
"I was so happy to hear what you said that night."
There were no big bouquets of flowers or expensive gifts, they just met here by chance.
It means not to be afraid of catching a cold.
Having said this, Song Yunhui finally turned around with a puzzled expression.
At the end, Zhong Xu turned sideways and asked in a lower voice:
"I mean, can we be together?"
Zhong Xu probably didn't expect that his voice would slow down as he spoke, as if he was completely lost in his memories.
Something is indeed different.
anyway.
The coffee in his hand was slowly getting cold. Song Yunhui took another quick sip, then pulled his scarf up to his head again and said:
“That’s not necessary.”
It was a deep and serious voice.
It was quiet for a while.
"I'm in good health."
Thinking carefully, putting aside all considerations and self-proclaimed rationality, he found that he was happy when he heard the word "like".
The person next to him fell silent. Song Yunhui held the coffee in his hand and waited quietly for the other person to leave.
As Song Yunhui listened to Zhong Xu out of basic courtesy, he realized that they had so many memories from before - both pleasant and unpleasant.
In his impression, Zhong Xu is a person who never looks back and will never regret a decision he makes.
After saying this, Zhong Xu sat down quietly.
The apology came so unexpectedly that Song Yunhui took another sip of coffee.
"… "
But apart from this meaning, it seems to have no other meaning.
His expression remained unchanged, and he finally said a few more words and asked:
"what are you saying?"
What is Zhong Xu thinking about? What is he thinking about
"I mean," Zhong Xu said, "I want to be with you."
All the noise around seemed to have faded away, and the people sitting in groups of three or four in the distance seemed to have disappeared. The view was white and there were people around him. Zhong Xu's expression was serious and his tone was firm.
Song Yunhui didn't know what to say for a moment.
He found that he really didn't understand this person anymore.
At this time, silence is the best answer.
It is also the best rejection.
The hands supporting the edge of the stairs slowly tightened.
After a long while, he smiled briefly and said:
"I knew it."
He looked at Song Yunhui and asked, "So can you at least release me from the blacklist? It's really a bit cold there."
Song Yunhui didn't answer him, obviously wanting him to stay.
Knowing that Song Yunhui would not change his words, Zhong Xu did not continue the topic, but changed the subject and asked him, "How long do you plan to stay this time?"
Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued, "You probably don't know yet, Song Yunyang said some time ago that if you leave the Song family, he will definitely not stop you, at least you can't go back now."
He still has the recording.
If you stay in City A for a long time, staying in a hotel is not a solution. The Song family can't go back, so it is obvious where to go.
This is his purpose.
"Excuse me, no need."
The coffee cup in his hand was finally empty, Song Yunhui stood up and said, "I'll go home later."
This is the posture of leaving.
Excluding the Song family, it is obvious which family he is talking about.
Zhong Xu also stood up and said:
"Qin Shu has bad intentions. He wants to be more than just friends with you."
"Don't go looking for him, okay?"
At last he sounded strangely like a request.
Song Yunhui finally turned back.
"More than just friends?"
He gathered his scarf and smiled. "If he wants, it's not impossible."
His voice seemed a little changed, a little hoarse, but still clear even through the scarf.
Zhong Xu stayed where he was.
Song Yunhui threw the empty coffee cup into the trash can and slowly walked away.
His figure disappeared from sight for a while.
Zhong Xu smiled.
They are not together yet.
He still has a chance.
***
Strolling back to the hotel, Song Yunhui didn't remember the flowers in his pocket until he reached the room.
Zhong Xu stuffed it into his hand, but forgot to return it when he left. He originally thought of throwing it in the trash can, but then he remembered that the child selling flowers was nearby and it didn't look good, so he finally decided to throw it in the hotel trash can. He didn't expect to have been carrying it with him all the way and completely forgot about it.
With thin beads of cold sweat on his face, Song Yunhui put the flowers aside, then took off his scarf and hat and took a breath.
alright.
This time I really have a cold.
It was a bit cold and a bit hot, so Song Yunhui finally decided to get a glass of warm water.
He hesitated briefly about taking the medicine.
He had caught a cold before, but it was not serious and did not affect his work. He rarely took medicine and just endured it.
Just when I was hesitating at the critical moment, someone sent me a message.
While pulling at his clothes, he took the phone with one hand and took a look at the message sent by the other party.
[Are you free right now?]
A bit empty, but not much.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling a little cold for a moment. He wrapped his coat tightly around himself after just opening it a little. He replied, "I'm free."
Then a phone call came.
Qin Shu's voice came from the phone, as pleasant as ever.
"Where are you now?"
"In the hotel," Song Yunhui first cleared his throat silently, then asked, "Why, are you off work?"
The other party said that he was off work, and then asked: "What's wrong with your throat?"
Still discovered.
This man is damn meticulous.
Song Yunhui gave up struggling, fell directly onto the bed, and said, "I think I have a cold."
The other party asked him to describe the symptoms in detail.
"It's a bit cold, and a bit hot... Yes, it's called hot and cold, and I'm sweating a little bit."
Song Yunhui concluded: "That's it, that's it."
He sounded relaxed, like nothing happened.
"… "
"Song Yunhui."
There was silence on the other side, then he called his name seriously and said, "There is a saying called fever."
Song Yunhui suddenly realized.
Qin Shu said, "I'll be right there."
He said that it should be very soon. After hanging up the phone, Song Yunhui lay down very quickly.
Qin Shu arrived really quickly. Not long after he lay down, he heard a knock on the door.
After opening the door, he stepped aside to let the other person in.
Qin Shu was still covered tightly today, but his clothes were more sloppy than usual, and he was holding a thermometer in his hand that he got from somewhere.
He sat aside and waited while the temperature was measured.
By now, Song Yunhui's head had started to feel a little dizzy, but he still sat firmly on the bed, playing songs and games on his phone.
His calmness and perseverance are admirable, and the temperature of 38.6 degrees is also impressive to some extent.
"… "
Qin Shu started to put a hat and a scarf on him.
Song Yunhui raised his eyes and asked him, "Are you going out?"
Qin Shu tied the scarf into a simple knot. The style looked too rough, but it was warm.
He said, "Go to the hospital."
Before leaving, he wanted to pour the other person a cup of hot water, but when he took the cup, he saw a sunflower on the small table.
Warm yellow, looks fresh.
Song Yunhui stood up and looked in the direction he was looking, and also saw the flowers on the table.
He casually explained: "Someone gave it to me and forgot to throw it away."
Qin Shu withdrew his gaze and took a small glass of water.
After drinking the water, the two of them went out.
The location here is good and there is everything except a hospital. In the end, Qin Shu drove to the hospital.
Song Yunhui's willpower is ridiculously strong in some ways.
His face was flushed and he had just untied his scarf after getting in the car, but he was still trying to make a conversation.
He didn't seem to plan on shutting off the mic to take a break. Qin Shu listened to him while driving.
He was talking about little things, probably because they really hit his brain. In between, he also gave a serious analysis on how to optimize data management, and the logic was very clear.
It was not until they turned a corner and could see the hospital that he mentioned the flowers again.
"I met someone I knew before today, and he gave me this flower."
Slumped in his seat, he straightened up for a moment and said, "Buy it if you don't need it, and then throw it to me."
Then he condemned it: "It's a waste."
He seemed to be condemning seriously. Qin Shu glanced at him sideways, then continued his words and expressed his agreement.
If he had more strength now, Qin Shu felt that he might have punched and kicked him.
"He also said you wanted to be friends with me, and I said..."
The hospital outside the window is right in front of us.
Song Yunhui stopped talking and said, "We're at the hospital."
Qin Shu: “…”
He wanted to speak, but the other person had already turned his head to look at the hospital. The hospital that could be seen everywhere seemed to be a flower in his sight.
He finally chose silence.
After parking the car in the parking lot, he took Song Yun back to the fever clinic.
After a round, Qin Shu had a bag of medicine in his hand, and the smile on Song Yunhui's face disappeared.
The doctor said that his temperature was high and he needed medication to lower it.
The medicine is in Qin Shu's hand.
He only ate a few small steamed buns early in the morning today and then drank some coffee. Although antipyretics can be taken before or after meals, the doctor still recommended taking them after meals.
So they have to go out to find food now.
Qin Shu chose a porridge shop.
After drinking the porridge, they returned to the hotel.
Song Yunhui took the medicine under Qin Shu's gaze.
He didn't master the technique when swallowing the pill, so it stuck and stayed in his mouth for a little too long. He drank water vigorously, and only returned the cup to Qin Shu with a frown after the pill was swallowed.
The pain on his face was visible to the naked eye.
Qin Shu handed him a piece of Mouwang milk candy.
Song Yunhui slowly came back to his senses and gathered his clothes. Qin Shu's work was over, and he had also completed his mission to see his teacher. The snow had stopped at home, and the flight could take off normally. The two of them could have gone back directly, but the work contract he had just negotiated yesterday had not been delivered yet, so he planned to sign it before leaving.
As long as there are two people, there are many ways to play time.
Song Yun picked and chose, and finally chose the simplest Gobang, and then randomly matched with two strangers to play flying chess together.
The contract was delivered in the afternoon.
At that time, Song Yunhui had just stepped on Qin Shu's small plane, stood up, opened the door and took the contract.
The contract was made in triplicate, and the other party had already signed and stamped it, so only he was left to sign.
While others were still throwing the dice, Song Yunhui browsed through the contract, took a close look at the DDL, and found that it was consistent with the contract preview sent previously, so he signed it.
The other party took the contract, bowed slightly cautiously, and left immediately, not daring to look into the room at all.
After watching the person who delivered the contract leave, Song Yunhui looked at his phone again and found that his plane had been stepped on by an unknown passerby and was immediately shocked.
It’s better not to play this game.
After receiving the contract, the two booked tickets and returned home happily.
When Song Yun left, he did not forget to take the little dinosaurs that Qin Shu had given him, and he kept playing with the little dinosaurs on the way to the airport.
Perhaps he was bored, so he named half of the little dinosaurs along the way.
After arriving at the airport, Qin Shu was the first to get out of the car. He walked around, opened Song Yun's door, and took the bouquet from him.
Song Yunhui unbuckled his seat belt and told him:
"Zhang San is a little protruding, be careful not to squeeze it down."
Qin Shu said yes.
The car keys were given to the agent who came later. The agent had other things to do and did not stay long. After noticing Song Yunhui's condition, the health master couldn't help but give him a few more instructions. Later, he found that it was a bit too late, so he drove away.
The flights they booked were very close in time, so they didn't have to wait too long.
There were few people in the VIP lounge, and two people sat in the corner and quietly played Gobang.
After a game of Gobang, an announcement was made informing them that their flight could start checking in.
Song Yun returned and carried the little dinosaurs onto the plane.
He looked in good spirits before boarding the plane, but after the plane took off, he could no longer hold on and leaned against the window side of the cabin with his eyes closed.
Putting the bouquet in his hand on the table, Qin Shu reached over his head, his palm touched the other's soft hair, and let him lean on his shoulder.
It was very quiet along the way.
Song Yunhui slept soundly, moving from time to time. He woke up in the middle of the night, looked up at the person next to him, and then continued to sleep. Qin Shu touched his forehead and took his temperature manually.
The flight arrived at the airport in the afternoon. I bought some groceries on the way home. When I got home, Song Yunhui was responsible for lying on the sofa and cuddling with Chengzi while Qin Shu cooked dinner.
After not seeing Orange for two days, he seemed like he hadn't seen him for years. He swept his tail around the house to kill time, and then obediently got on the sofa.
The kitten probably realized that the person lying on the sofa was sick, so it didn't jump around like usual. It walked around him, then tucked into the quilt, nestled in his arms and slept with him.
Slowly stroking the furry little cat's head, Song Yunhui covered it with the quilt in a daze.
The man and the cat were sleeping soundly on the sofa. Qin Shu made dinner and then replaced the freeze-dried food that Orange liked to eat and woke them up.
There was no need to shout at Orange. He opened his eyes the moment he smelled the freeze-dried food, turned on the car in half a second and rushed to the rice bowl. He even failed to brake and skidded.
It was a close call. I nearly starved to death.
After patting the kitten's head, Qin Shu went to pat the person on the sofa.
It’s easy to fall asleep after taking medicine, but at least you have to eat before going to bed.
Song Yunhui was forced to turn on the phone, and put it back on standby after dinner. After Qin Shu made the room warm, he went upstairs and turned it off before going to sleep.
Some people are just so fickle.
People who used to shut down their computers after dinner in the evening turned them on in the evening and became full of energy and started working on their computers.
He casually tore off two pieces of A4 paper and picked up a pen. While the computer was on, Song Yunhui took the time to write and draw on the paper.
Once you have an idea, things will move quickly.
The whole piece of paper was covered with scribbles and there was no room for another word, so he tore off another piece of paper and continued writing.
Most of it is meaningless, but he just likes it this way and thinks it is suitable for eliminating distractions.
Just a bit of waste paper.
After finishing the next one, Song Yunhui reached out for the paper as usual, but found nothing.
The pile of paper that was here before is gone.
There is a printer in Qin Shu's study, so there should be paper.
Looking at the time, he found it was still early and Qin Shu should still be awake, so he got up and opened the door.
Qin Shu indeed didn't sleep.
He was playing with Orange in the living room.
Orange slept with him this afternoon, and also ate some delicious freeze-dried cat food. Now is a time when he is full of energy and is quite energetic.
Unlike the people around him, when facing Qin Shu, Orange seemed to be flying to heaven and kept meowing.
It's a very cute but hypocritical little cat.
Noticing the footsteps on the stairs, Qin Shu turned around and saw Song Yunhui in pajamas.
After he had a fever, he finally became a little self-aware and knew to put on an extra piece of clothing over his pajamas.
Qin Shu said, "Are you awake?"
Song Yun nodded.
Orange, who was sitting on the sofa, also tilted his head to look at him.
He asked for paper.
Coming out of the study with the paper in his hand, he stood in the corridor hesitating for a moment before deciding to go downstairs with his notebook and pen.
The kitten seduces people to fall, and working in the living room is his last insistence.
Qin Shu went to get him a plush blanket, which was very warm when he put it on the sofa.
Sitting cross-legged on the sofa, Chengzi squatted in his arms, and then ran to Qin Shu's men to let him touch her.
This little kitty seems to be very busy.
The kitten was busy acting cute, and grandma called again to check on it.
Put the phone on the table and set it up with a stand, and the two people and the cat will appear in the shot perfectly.
Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan greeted everyone one by one and teased the kitten through the screen. Chengzi rushed towards the phone, but was held back by Qin Shu, so he could only stretch out his claws in vain.
Song Yunhui smiled with his eyes curved.
Ye Min noticed him and the notebook on his lap, and saw his tired expression. She said with some distress in her tone, "Yunzai, are you still working now?"
One advantage of a camera is that you can’t see a person’s true state.
— but the microphone would betray him.
Song Yunhui just said "No, I'm playing". Ye Min has sharp ears, and even though the sound was a little distorted through the phone, she still heard something different.
She asked what was wrong.
Finally, it was the cold that Qin Shu mentioned.
A cold sounds a little better than a fever.
The old couple never underestimated the cold, thinking it was just the beginning of a fever, and had already started telling each child what to eat and how to take care of themselves.
Before the two continued talking, Song Yunhui said at the right moment that Qin Shu had been well taken care of and there were no problems at all.
The old couple felt relieved.
Ye Min smiled and said, "Xiao Shu is usually dull and boring, but he still takes good care of people."
She is indeed my mother, she hits the nail on the head.
Song Yun looked away from the paper on the notebook, raised his eyes, smiled, and said:
"Qin Xiaoshu is quite interesting."
This was not a compliment, his expression was natural, with a smile at the corners of his eyes, and his light-colored pupils reflected the light, which was quite dazzling.
The old couple laughed.
—What are the standards
—Probably interesting and self-centered.
Qin Shu loosened his grip on Chengzi.
In just a moment, Orange slipped out of his hand and rushed towards the phone.
The cell phone was knocked over and the scene became a mess.
In the end, Song Yunhui caught Chengzi, and Qin Shu held the phone stand.
As soon as Orange was in Song Yun's hands, he became obedient and kept snuggling in his arms.
Song Yunhui smiled and purred his kitten chin.
The old couple chatted for a while, and finally said they had to go to work, so they hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, the orange was handed to Qin Shu, and Song Yun picked up the pen again.
He scribbled two words on the white paper, and then seemed to remember something, and said as he wrote:
"I didn't finish talking at the hospital today."
He raised his eyes and asked, "Want to continue listening?"
The hand holding the kitten's paw moved slightly, Qin Shu steadied his breath and nodded slightly:
"you say."
“I thought about it carefully at the time.”
Song Yunhui lowered his head and wrote down a few numbers, humming a little while, and thought it was okay, so he didn't change it and continued:
"I think if it were you, you might give it a try."
A very plain sentence.
The room fell silent in an instant.
Maybe not quiet.
The sound of Song Yunhui's hands stroking the paper, the humming of the oranges, the subtle sound of the heater, and the sound of the wind hitting the window all flooded into his eardrums.
After Song Yunhui finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and continued to write his song, calm and composed, as if he was completely unaware of what shocking words he had said.
"I… "
Qin Shu opened his mouth and realized that his voice was very hoarse.
Song Yunhui also heard it.
He didn't understand why, but handed him his own water cup which was closest and within reach.
The little dinosaur water cup is praised by everyone who drinks from it.
"It should still be hot. Take a couple of sips to moisten your throat."
He stroked his chin, feeling inexplicably excited, and said, "If you have a cold, I can give you my medicine. You're welcome."
Very understanding.
Qin Shu took the little dinosaur water cup.
When the cup of water came to his hand, he finally took a sip.
Then his voice came back.
Song Yunhui looked a little regretful, but when he met his gaze, he continued to write and draw with his head down, pretending nothing had happened.
Holding the water cup in his hand, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, Qin Shu then asked:
"Is that okay?"
Song Yun looked up, "What?"
Qin Shu said, "Can we try it?"
Try to be together.
"Good fellow."
Song Yunhui put down the pen in his hand and said in surprise, "You actually want to try it."
Qin Shu did not refute.
Others were not wrong in saying that he had impure intentions.
He never intended to be friends from the beginning.
He asked, “So can we try it?”
Huh
Unexpectedly, the topic could not be brought back here. Qin Shu was serious, so Song Yunhui could only put down the pen in his hand and take it seriously.
The words are mine, there is no reason to take them back.
But to be honest, he has never had the experience of being someone's boyfriend, he doesn't know how to fall in love, and he's not very good at taking care of people.
Seeing Song Yunhui's hesitation, Qin Shu understood and said:
"If you're not sure, you can try it first."
One month probation period, if you are satisfied you can become a regular employee.
He didn't think of reaching the top overnight, but at least he had to have a chance.
Even if it's just a temporary title.
Song Yunhui clapped his hands and said yes.
Two people on two different channels said their own things, and finally strangely reached a consensus.
Song Yunhui rubbed his hair, still unable to resist patching it up, and said:
"This is your first time being a human being, and you don't have much experience. If anything goes wrong, at least laugh softly."
The smile on Qin Shu's face never faded.
Wow, I'm already laughing before the show even officially starts.
Song Yunhui took the pillow beside him and threw it into his arms.
The pillow is light, has no substance, and has no offensive power.
Qin Shu caught the pillow, then stood up with the small dinosaur water cup in his hand and got a cup of warm water.
When he went to pour water, the orange slipped into Song Yunhui's arms.
The kitten felt warm as soon as it came into his arms, and Song Yunhui yawned.
After drinking the hot water handed to me by Qin Shu, my body felt warm and I felt even more sleepy.
He then stood up, holding his notebook and his own paper and pen, and walked slowly upstairs.
There was a little follower following him, and finally the little follower was caught by Qin Shu.
Chengzi likes to lie in bed and often makes the quilt leak. At least today, he can't sleep with Song Yunhui.
Song Yun returned to his room, simply organized what he had just written, then turned off his computer and went to sleep.
It was a night of deep sleep.
It snowed in the middle of the night, and when it got light in the morning, it was already white outside.
This time it is a typical light snow in the south, not thick, just making it look a little whiter visually.
Inside the room, a messy head of hair poked out from the red bed.
Song Yunhui crawled out of the warm bed, without opening his eyes, and rubbed his hair unconsciously.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the cup of water on the bedside table.
Memories of last night come back.
From a few words yesterday, it seemed like he had a boyfriend.
"… "
A bit weird, not sure, thinking again.
The sound of quilt and clothes rustling came from the room.
Song Yunhui sat up in shock from his dying illness and instantly stood up straight.
It wasn't an illusion, he really had a boyfriend, just yesterday.
(End of this chapter)