After hanging up the phone, a burst of dizziness struck.
After recording the program for three consecutive days, not only did he suffer from insomnia last night, but he was also highly nervous. It was only at this moment that Song Yu felt the belated exhaustion. He shook his head vigorously to get rid of the dizziness just now.
The rain outside is getting bigger and bigger, dripping on the ground and glass, making a ticking sound, which is an excellent lullaby.
Song Yu was leaning on the sofa, originally he just wanted to close his eyes to rest his mind, but after closing his eyes for a while, he couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell into a dream.
This sleep was very sweet, and Song Yu was woken up by a slight "click, click". He slowly opened his heavy and sore eyelids, and lay down for a while before he came back to his senses. After sleeping for several hours, it was already dark.
The regular "click" sound still echoed in my ears, the sound was very soft, but it seemed particularly abrupt in the silent environment.
Song Yu rubbed his forehead and sat up from the sofa, carefully distinguishing the source of the sound with his ears up, as if it came from the cloakroom.
Song Yu instinctively felt a little uncomfortable, even a little terrified, and there seemed to be a force behind him that had been pushing him to find out. So, he got up and walked towards the cloakroom in a strange way.
The closer you get, the louder and faster the sound.
Song Yu remembered that the sound seemed to be the sound of the camera pressing the shutter.
Yes, that's right, the shutter sound. He has faced countless cameras and cameras, and his memory is absolutely correct.
At this time, he had followed the sound into the cloakroom. The sound of the shutter came from the wardrobe directly opposite him. Because it came from a closed space, the sound was a bit dull and echoed.
Song Yu stood still in front of the cabinet door, but the sound of the shutter suddenly disappeared. He frowned, grabbed the handle of the cabinet door with both hands, and opened the wardrobe suddenly. Accompanied by the sound of intensive shutters, the strong and dazzling flash lights suddenly turned on.
The pupils subconsciously tightened rapidly, and the heart beat wildly. Song Yu endured the dazzling light and reached out to the light source—the corner of the closet indiscriminately.
The dazzling flash light disappeared, Song Yu closed his eyes and his vision gradually recovered. He peeled off the hanging coat and looked into the corner, where a black mass curled up. He stretched out his hand nervously and slowly, and suddenly, the black mass moved, revealing a little girl's pale face, she grinned, revealing a sharp little canine tooth, It was Han Jin's face!
"ah!"
Song Yu woke up from the nightmare panting violently. He thought he had yelled out his throat, but in fact he just groaned lightly.
Lying blankly on the sofa for a while, Song Yu let out a long and heavy sigh of relief until the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his temples into his ears.
It was just a dream...
At some point, the cell phone that fell on the carpet vibrated, and Song Yu clenched his teeth before holding back a little strength, and stretched out his hand to pick up the cell phone.
He unlocked the phone and took a look, the corner of his mouth moved, then put away the phone and went out the door.
The message was sent by Zhou Yanqing, asking if he had eaten.
Of course I didn't eat, I was hungry and tired.
"Tuk tuk tuk", Song Yu knocked on the door three times, Zhou Yanqing didn't come to open the door, but the resident opposite opened the door.
A burly middle-aged man poked his head out of the door with a vigilant expression, holding a bag of garbage in his hand.
This man is one of the two bodyguards Song Yu hired to protect Zhou Yanqing 24 hours a day, and he lives in the house opposite Zhou Yanqing.
Song Yu turned around and said in a low voice, "It's me."
The bodyguard nodded without saying a word, then returned with the trash and closed the door.
Song Yu knocked on the door a few more times, finally there was some movement in the room, and then the door was gently opened.
Zhou Yanqing just cleaned up the kitchen after eating and was going to take a bath. The first time he heard the knock on the door, he thought he heard it wrong. After all, no one would come here except Song Yu. When the second knock on the door rang, he confirmed that someone was really knocking on his door. It was too late to wear it, so I hurried to open the door.
Although he knew that Song Yu was the only one standing outside, when Zhou Yanqing opened the door and leaned out to see Song Yu, he was still stunned.
The voice-activated lights in the corridor were not very bright, and Song Yu was standing with his back to the light. The black cashmere coat on his body was covered with a layer of fine water droplets, and his hair was also wet.
He came here by taxi. When he went out, he didn't know it was still raining outside, so he didn't bring an umbrella, and walked in through the gate of the community in the rain.
Zhou Yanqing's first reaction was to grab Song Yu's hand, but as expected, it was as cold as ice.
"Come in." He eagerly gave Song Yu a hand.
Song Yu was slightly taken aback, and was pulled into the room.
Zhou Yanqing took out a pair of thick cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of Song Yu, saying, "Put them on first."
Song Yu put on slippers and walked into the living room, Zhou Yanqing had already rushed to the kitchen, after a while he stuffed a cup of steaming milk into Song Yu's palm.
Immediately, he went to find a clean new towel to help Song Yu wipe off the rain from his head and body.
After finishing all this, he frowned and asked, "Mr. Song, why did you come here suddenly? Can I do something for you?"
Song Yu's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and he drank the last sip of milk before saying: "I have something to do."
"What's the matter?" Zhou Yanqing sat upright, the worry in his eyes was so intense that he couldn't get rid of it. Song Yu's complexion was really bad, his eyes were black and blue, his complexion and lips were very pale, he looked like a seriously ill person.
Song Yu put the cup on the tea table, looked straight into Zhou Yanqing's worried eyes, and asked, "Can you sit closer?"
Zhou Yanqing thought that something was not easy to say, so he sat beside Song Yu without hesitation, and asked again: "It's... Meng Shiping's side..."
"No." Song Yu interrupted him, leaned over and hugged Zhou Yanqing, and rested his chin on Zhou Yanqing's thin shoulder, "Something happened to me."
Zhou Yanqing straightened his waist stiffly, his mind went blank for two seconds before restarting, he clenched his hands secretly, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong..."
"I had a nightmare..."
Thinking of Song Yu's hoarse and magnetic voice close to his ears, Zhou Yanqing felt that his shoulders were numb from the shock. He slowly put his hands on Song Yu's back and asked, "Is it scary?"
"Terrible." Song Yu replied in a low voice.
There was a throbbing pain in his heart, Zhou Yan gently stroked Song Yu's back, swallowed the soreness in his throat, and said in a trembling voice: "Don't be afraid, dreams are reversed." He remembered the dream of being beaten when he was a child. When he woke up, the saying that his grandfather read to him was also murmured in a low voice, "The night dream is ominous, hang on the west wall, and when the sun shines, it turns into auspicious."
Song Yu tightened his arms silently, and completely embraced Zhou Yan into his arms.
Zhou Yanqing hugged Song Yu lightly without any fancy thoughts, and patted him on the back regularly like coaxing a child.
This hug didn't last long. Song Yu was afraid that Zhou Yan would be uncomfortable, so he let go of his arms as soon as the battery was fully charged. He touched his stomach and asked, "I haven't had dinner yet, can I have a meal with you?"
"Of course." Zhou Yanqing was still a little uncomfortable, he hurriedly stood up, "I'll make whatever dish you want to eat."
"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Song Yu smiled slightly, "Quick-frozen dumplings are fine."
"Okay, I'll cook."
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The night dream is ominous, hung on the west wall, and when the sun shines, it turns into auspicious.
This sentence is not original, the specific source could not be found, it should be a common saying.