After hanging up the phone, Song Yu glanced at the dialog box with Zhou Yanqing, Zhou Yanqing did not reply after he sent an expression.
At this time, the substitute driver also arrived, and he handed over the car keys to the substitute driver, sat in the back row and closed his eyes to rest. Maybe it was because he was drunk, maybe it was because he was sleepy. Not long after getting in the car, he slowly fell into a soft dream.
He dreamed of the empty classroom, the math papers with bleak grades, the sweaty boy, and the cleverness he stuffed into the boy's palm.
"Sir, here we are."
The substitute driver called three times before Song Yu slowly woke up. He stared sleepily at the elderly substitute driver.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
"Ah, it's okay." Song Yu regained consciousness from the charming dream, and realized that the driver in front of him was not the sweaty and well-behaved boy Zhou Yanqing who looked a bit fierce, and he let out a muffled laugh. "Sorry master, I fell asleep."
After paying the surrogate driver and locking the car, Song Yu went upstairs briskly.
Open the door, the light in the living room is on, Zhou Yanqing is standing beside the sofa in pajamas.
"Not asleep yet?" Song Yu glanced at his watch in surprise, confirming that it was already eleven o'clock.
Zhou Yanqing had been sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing with his mobile phone just now, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he subconsciously stood up to greet him, he was a little embarrassed and said, "I can't sleep."
The red eye sockets and the red marks at the end of the eyes showed that Zhou Yanqing was very sleepy. Song Yu knew that he had been waiting for him, but he didn't expose him.
"I went home and brought you something." Song Yu put the handbag on the coffee table, "Look?"
Zhou Yanqing took it curiously, and took out the contents. His eyes lit up when he saw the book, and the corners of his mouth almost reached his ears when he saw the can of chili oil.
Song Yu smiled and reminded: "The wound on the head is still not healed, so bear with it for a few days."
"En!" Zhou Yan nodded lightly, and looked at Song Yu gratefully, "Mr. Song, thank you!"
Song Yu looked at him with disapproval, Zhou Yan was taken aback for a while, and immediately remembered the few messages not long ago. At most, he felt embarrassed when expressing it in words, but Zhou Yanqing felt his scalp tingle when he wanted to express it in words. After he silently did a lot of psychological training, he said in an inaudible voice: "Brother Song ,Thanks."
Song Yu didn't want Zhou Yan to smell the alcohol smell all over his body, so he stood at a distance and responded warmly: "You're welcome."
But Zhou Yanqing's nose is very sharp, he smelled it just now, now that Song Yu deliberately walked away, he was more sure, he asked worriedly: "Have you been drinking?"
Song Yu coughed lightly in embarrassment, and nodded: "Not much, just drank a glass of red wine."
"Did you drive back by yourself?" Zhou Yanqing hurriedly asked, "Are you dizzy or want to vomit?"
Song Yu wanted to laugh a little bit, and he laughed when he wanted to: "Replacing the driver, I don't feel dizzy, and I don't want to vomit."
He smiled so brightly that Zhou Yanqing immediately blushed and said, "I'll get you a glass of honey water."
Song Yu didn't stop her, she leaned on the sofa and silently watched Zhou Yanqing cut lemons and pour honey in the kitchen, just like when they lived at home. The warm lemonade has a sweet and sour fragrance, which not only refreshes the mind, but also moisturizes the dry throat after blowing too much cold wind.
"Is it better?" Zhou Yanqing couldn't adapt to the sudden intimate address, so he simply omitted it.
"It's much better, I'm not feeling sick." Song Yu finished the last sip in the cup and urged, "Go to sleep."
Zhou Yanqing really didn't feel sleepy at the moment, but there was obviously nothing to do in the living room, and Song Yu looked very tired, he also hoped that Song Yu could rest early.
"Then I'm going back to my room." Zhou Yan lightly picked up the stack of books on the coffee table, "You... also go to bed early."
Zhou Yan returned to the room lightly, and just as he put down the book, there was a light knock on the door. He opened the door and looked at Song Yu outside the door curiously: "Song... what, what's wrong?"
Song Yu put his hands in the pockets of his coat, rubbed the contents in the pockets, struggled in his heart, and then he slowly took out the contents in the pockets and handed them out: "For you."
On the way to the restaurant, he deliberately found a supermarket to buy it, but kept it in his pocket and forgot to take it out.
Zhou Yan was taken aback for a moment, it was a box of exquisitely packaged chocolates, the brand that Song Yu had given him a few pieces, and he had always carried it with him ever since.
"Don't like it?" Seeing that Zhou Yanqing's eyes were dull and he didn't answer, Song Yu asked.
"No, no, I like it." Zhou Yanqing took it in a panic. Today is not a special holiday, and there is no expressly stipulated that giving chocolates has a special meaning, but he was uncontrollably flustered and confused, and was blocked by a thousand words In his heart, he only dared to say softly: "Thank you."
Song Yu lowered his eyes, staring tenderly at Zhou Yanqing's slender eyelashes because he lowered his head. He raised his hand and gently stroked Zhou Yanqing's black and soft hair: "Eating too much will affect your sleep, let's taste it." .”
"Yeah." Zhou Yan lowered his head and stared at the tip of his shoe lightly.
Song Yu withdrew her lingering hand: "Tomorrow afternoon, I'm leaving to record "Returning to the Garden and Living in the Field", and I'm leaving in the morning."
"Tomorrow? Isn't it scheduled to be two days later?" The news was a bit sudden. Zhou Yanqing quit all the work groups under Song Yu's instruction, so she didn't know that the recording time of the program had been adjusted.
"Temporarily adjusted." Song Yu replied.
Zhou Yanqing's lips pursed softly, he wanted to go with Song Yu, but obviously he couldn't.
Song Yu also didn't want to leave Zhou Yanqing in the nursing home. Since Zhou Yanqing moved into his house, the two have not been separated for more than 24 hours. He has long been used to Zhou Yanqing being within his sight at all times. , this time they were separated suddenly for two or three days, which made him very sad.
Zhou Yanqing is not so, on the one hand he is worried about Song Yu, on the other hand he is thinking about Song Yu, in short, his mouth is bitter and his heart is sour, and he can't get up his energy.
"Then who will go with you?" Zhou Yan asked sullenly.
"Both Meng Shiping and Gao Lei will go." Song Yu comforted him, "Don't worry, this recording is very easy."
Zhou Yan replied weakly: "Well..." The voice sounded aggrieved and low.
Song Yu really hadn't coaxed people very much, he looked calm on the surface, but he was actually thinking hard about how to coax people. After pondering for a while, he said, "When your chocolate is finished, it's time for me to go back."
"good."