At eight o'clock in the evening, the three of them landed at the S city airport, and the driver drove a seven-seater commercial vehicle to pick them up. Song Yu wanted to send Zhou Yanqing back to his residence first, but because of Gao Lei's presence, he couldn't show favoritism, so he had to ask the driver to take him home first, and then send Gao Lei and Zhou Yanqing separately.
Song Yu got into the car first and sat in the last row. When he was about to ask Zhou Yanqing to sit in the back with him, Gao Lei said first: "Xiao Zhou, you can take the co-pilot, there is no place to put a suitcase. Put it in the second row."
"Brother Lei, why don't you take the co-pilot, it's more spacious." Zhou Yan responded lightly.
Song Yu moved his lips, but before he could speak, Gao Lei had already gently opened the co-pilot's door for Zhou Yan.
Song Yu: "..."
He squeezed hard the neck pillow that Gao Lei handed him.
Along the way, Zhou Yanqing turned his head and had a conversation with Gao Lei from time to time, as if discussing something, and kept his voice extremely low, for fear of waking up the people sitting in the back row.
Song Yu just closed his eyes and didn't really sleep. He wanted to find an opportunity to have a few words with Zhou Yanqing along the way, but every time he wanted to speak, Gao Lei took the lead, so he could only talk sullenly. He moved his neck and began to doze off.
The road was smooth today, and half an hour later the car stopped in the underground parking lot of Song Yu's house.
Gao Lei and the driver got out of the car first, and consciously went to the trunk to pick up their luggage. Zhou Yanqing fell asleep on the way, and woke up from his sleep only when he heard the sound of the two people closing the door. He woke up after two seconds and was ready to get out of the car.
As soon as the car door was opened, before the legs could be stepped out, someone grabbed the wrist of his left hand.
Zhou Yan turned his head subconsciously, and met Song Yu's dark and deep eyes. He blinked and asked, "Teacher Song, what's wrong?"
Song Yu let go: "Don't get out of the car, I don't have much luggage."
Zhou Yan glanced at the back lightly. Gao Lei and the driver had already taken all the suitcases out of the car. He said awkwardly: "Sorry, I fell asleep."
This smile was like a feather, sweeping away Song Yu's exhaustion from running around for days, as well as the vague uneasiness in his heart. He couldn't help smiling, stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Zhou Yanqing's head: "Go home and go to bed early."
Zhou Yanqing still couldn't adapt to this sudden physical contact, but he had no will to resist, even every time Song Yu approached, he would stretch out his neck unconsciously like a cat, waiting for the unexpected falling touch.
"I know, I know." Zhou Yan swallowed lightly and jumped to the little heart in his throat, "You also go to bed early."
Song Yu smiled and said "um" and was about to get out of the car. His slender right leg stepped out of the car door and quickly retracted it. He found something from his pocket, held it in his hand and handed it to Zhou Yanqing: "Forgot Give this to you."
"What?" Zhou Yanqing naturally reached out to pick it up, only to see a small piece of chocolate fall into his palm.
Song Yu lowered his voice: "I've worked hard these days, I'll give you a reward." After finishing speaking, he got out of the car gracefully.
Zhou Yan shyly held his hot cheeks, he felt like a bottle of Coke that had lost its Mentos, bubbling and ready to explode at any moment.
Back home alone, Song Yu had just put down his luggage when the phone rang in his pocket. He thought it was Meng Shiping who was calling to ask if he was home, so he frowned impatiently, took out his phone and glanced at it, only to find that it was Chai Richeng.
Usually, Chai Richeng hardly takes the initiative to contact, let alone make phone calls. Could something be wrong
With a serious look on his face, Song Yu picked up the phone: "What's wrong?"
There was no answer on the other end of the phone, only the whirring of the wind and the sound of the luggage rollers rubbing against the ground, and it took more than ten seconds for Chai Richeng to respond, "Sorry, I was packing my luggage just now, and I just got in the car. "
"Have you gone to another place?" Song Yu asked.
"Yes, I went in the morning and just got off the plane." Chai Richeng's voice was a little trembling, it didn't sound like he was frozen by the low temperature, but it sounded like an excited trill.
"So what did you find?"
"If you hadn't been looking for me, I'm afraid you would never know the truth of this matter for the rest of your life." Chai Richeng couldn't hide his excitement.
Song Yu was also aroused by his curiosity. He glanced at the dial of his watch and asked, "Why don't you come to my house to chat? If you're tired..."
"Not tired." Chai Richeng cut off Song Yu's words, "I think you should also want to know immediately that this matter is related to Han Jin."
Something to do with Han Jin
Song Yu frowned deeply: "Okay, let's meet and talk."
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang suddenly.
Song Yu, who had been sitting on the sofa blankly after receiving Chai Richeng's call, was startled. When he came back to his senses, he realized that he hadn't even turned on the light. The light from the "Ladder Sightseeing Tower" shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. This scene has never been familiar to him. On the night he hanged himself, he sat silently in the same position like this. In a trance, he couldn't even tell which time and space he was in.
It wasn't until the doorbell rang again that he pulled out of his dazed state and went to open the door.
Outside the door, Chai Richeng looked dusty, with a layer of stubble growing on his chin and disheveled hair, but he couldn't hide the excitement and joy in his eyes. He didn't even have time to say hello, and said directly: "I went to Han Jin's hometown today and found something very important."
"Come in and talk." Song Yu hurriedly leaned over to let Chai Richeng in, and even helped him carry his luggage.
Chai Richeng walked to the entrance and asked, "Where are the slippers?"
"Come in directly, you don't need to change your shoes." Song Yu replied as he walked towards the living room. The disposable slippers in the shoe cabinet have been used up, and there is only a pair of gray-blue slippers left, which belonged to Zhou Yanqing.
Chai Richeng glanced at his dusty sneakers, then at the clean ground, and stepped in after hesitating.
"Sit whatever you want." Song Yu turned around, "What would you like to drink? Is coffee okay?"
"Don't bother, water is enough." Chai Richeng replied, and couldn't help looking up at this top-floor duplex mansion located in the city center, and couldn't help but be speechless secretly.
"What are you looking at?" Song Yu came out of the kitchen with a glass of water.
Chai Richeng didn't feel embarrassed, he shrugged and took the water glass: "I envy your big house and good location."
Song Yu also laughed. He admired Chai Richeng's candor and explained, "It wasn't very expensive when I bought it."
He bought this house impulsively a few years ago. Compared with the skyrocketing housing prices in the past two years, it is indeed not too expensive.
A few years ago, there was a time when he was terrified and hated the dark. The space he was in had to be lit 24 hours a day. At that time, he was like an insect with positive phototaxis. Without a light source, he would become irritable and aggressive. . One day he passed by the community and found that he could directly see the "Ladder Sightseeing Tower" from here, so he bought this house on a whim.
Withdrawing from the memory, Song Yu quietly glanced at the brilliant light show in the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and now he no longer needs these artificial lights.
Of course, these need not be explained to others.
Song Yu sat down: "Let's get down to business."
"Oh, yes." Chai Richeng drank a whole glass of water in one breath, moistened his dry throat before saying, "Do you still remember that a few years ago, there was an illegitimate fan hiding in the closet of your hotel room about?"