In the photos and videos taken by fans of Song Yu's studio, Gao Lei can often be seen. During this time, Zhou Yanqing almost soaked in Song Yu Chaohua Square, so Gao Lei recognized Zhou Yanqing as soon as he walked into the cafe.
At the end of August, the sun was scorching hot, so hot that people's breath was hot. Gao Lei walked into the cafe wearing a pullover sweater. Not only was there no sweat on his face, but his face and lips were also very pale. He stood at the door and looked around looking for the target.
Zhou Yanqing took a quick look at Gao Lei, stood up and waved. He was sitting directly opposite the door as soon as he entered, and besides, there were not many customers in the cafe at all, but Gao Lei was still looking around aimlessly, his eyes were empty, like a blind person.
Zhou Yanqing had no choice but to walk up to Gao Lei in a few steps, and extended his hand to greet him politely: "Hello, is this Mr. Gao Lei? I am Zhou Yanqing." His voice was very soft, and the two were separated by a suitable distance However, Gao Lei took half a step back in panic, and it took him a while to recover, and he shook Zhou Yanqing's hand loosely.
The two sat down, Zhou Yanqing handed over his business card with both hands, Gao Lei hesitated for a moment before taking it, and casually stuffed it into his trouser pocket.
Zhou Yan politely asked him what he wanted to drink, but Gao Lei hesitated for a while before answering: "Hot ones are fine."
"Okay, I'll go and order."
Wearing a sweater on such a hot day, looking pale, drinking hot coffee, but not like a sick person, more like...
While waiting for the cashier to take the order, Zhou Yan quietly looked at Gao Lei's thin wicker-like back. Gao Lei has been in a state of high tension since he entered the coffee shop. He bowed his head and lowered his eyes, not daring to meet other people's eyes. He felt that Gao Lei's distraught appearance was more like mental anxiety after being greatly stimulated.
After drinking half a cup of hot latte, Gao Lei's face regained a little color, and after a while he took the initiative to lightly say to Zhou Yan: "I have a little impression of you."
Zhou Yan sat up straight lightly. Although he had many things to ask, Gao Lei's condition was not right, so he answered with a choked-out: "Really?"
Gao Lei nodded seriously, and said: "Mr. Song has never had any black spots since his debut until now, except for the fake news spread by the marketing account. I didn't expect that two years ago, because of a student donation that didn't arrive in time, there was nothing wrong with it on the Internet. There were posts saying he was a 'fraudulent donation'."
Zhou Yan clenched his teeth lightly, and a nameless fire rushed to his chest. He endured it and did not speak.
Gao Lei continued: "But it didn't cause any big disturbances. Later, when the money was transferred to your account, I called and explained, and the post was deleted. At that time, I had just followed Mr. Song not long ago, so I was deeply impressed by this incident. I called I made dozens of phone calls, some complained and some were very polite, but only you asked me if Teacher Song encountered any difficulties, and I remembered your name."
Gao Lei squeezed each other's hands on the table, as if suppressing his anger.
Zhou Yanqing himself didn't remember what he said at the beginning, but he didn't expect Gao Lei to remember. Maybe he really asked Gao Lei that, because he remembered that on the day he knew that the donation hadn't arrived, he thought something had happened to Song Yu, and immediately searched for news about Song Yu on the Internet.
"I have always been very grateful to Teacher Song for his help back then." Zhou Yan said lightly.
Gao Lei sneered and said, "People like you are rare."
His expression was a contemptuous sneer, but what he said seemed to be a compliment, so that Zhou Yanqing didn't know whether Gao Lei's words were praise or derogation for a moment, and he silently looked at Gao Lei who kept his head down.
Gao Lei rubbed his messy hair, raised his eyes and looked around cautiously. Zhou Yan followed his gaze and glanced around. There were only a few customers in the cafe, and they were far apart. He felt more and more suspicious in his heart, Gao Lei seemed to be guarding against something.
"What's the matter? Is someone coming with you?" Zhou Yan asked lightly.
Gao Lei suddenly stood up as if his feet had been stepped on, and the chair legs rubbed against the ground making a loud noise. He suddenly realized his gaffe and immediately sat down, answering with trembling lips: "No, no, no."
"I'm just asking casually, do you want more coffee? Or dessert?" Zhou Yanqing stopped talking indiscriminately.
A cup of hot latte was emptied by Gao Lei unknowingly. He shook his head and held the empty paper cup in both hands to find some sense of security. He looked around again before he approached Zhou Yan, who spoke softly and quickly: "Teacher Song has been buried. , just let him rest in peace. I'll tell you the address of the cemetery later, and you can go and see him when you have time, that's all I can tell you."
Zhou Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Gao Lei. He could only say so much, but his lips opened and closed as if he still had a lot to say. Moreover, if you just tell yourself the address of the cemetery, you can reply with one message. Is it necessary to meet and talk
The small round table in the cafe is not big, Zhou Yan stared lightly at Gao Lei's trembling hands, leaned closer to him, and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Gao, do you really not know that Mr. Song suffers from severe depression? "
Gao Lei suddenly raised his eyes and fell into Zhou Yan's scorching eyes like light torches. He froze for a second and then said in a daze, "No, I don't know."
Zhou Yanqing didn't believe it, he approached Gao Lei and asked again: "Did Teacher Song really commit suicide?"
The muscles around Gao Lei's eyes trembled, his eyes stared blankly, everything in front of him was out of focus. He struggled to narrow his eyes, and the person sitting in front of him suddenly turned into Song Yu.
Song Yu pursed his lips into a straight line, and asked sharply, "Did I really commit suicide?"
"I don't know! I don't know!" Gao Lei suddenly went crazy, covering his head and shouting.
Zhou Yanqing was in a mess, the police had confirmed that Song Yu committed suicide, and he slowly accepted it from the bottom of his heart. He plucked up the courage to contact Gao Lei. Firstly, he wanted to know where Song Yu was buried, and secondly, he wanted to know what kind of stimulus Song Yu had suffered to commit suicide out of control. He believed that Gao Lei, as Song Yu's personal assistant, at least knew some inside information. of.
However, from Gao Lei's promise to meet to Gao Lei's anxious and defensive posture, everything was weird. He couldn't help but ask the sentence just now.
Zhou Yanqing felt that his throat was strangled by an invisible rope, which made him breathless. He held Gao Lei's wrist with 99% of his strength, and asked through gritted teeth, "Did Song Yu commit suicide?" right?"
Gao Lei shook his head desperately: "No, he committed suicide, indeed, but Mr. Song has no reason to commit suicide."
At the end Gao Lei began to speak incoherently, repeating "he committed suicide" in a trance. At this time, the door of the cafe was opened, and a tall business man in a suit walked in. Gao Lei glanced at him as if he had seen a ghost, and he fled Zhou Yanqing's hands with all his might.
Zhou Yanqing later realized that it was too late to chase him out. Gao Lei was already drowned in the crowds in the busy city. He searched three streets but couldn't find him. With doubts in his stomach, Zhou Yanqing kept calling Gao Lei's phone anxiously. Hundreds of calls were made without waiting for an answer, until the other party's phone turned off automatically.
Late that night, Zhou Yanqing received an anonymous e-mail, the body of which was a classic fable from "Aesop's Fables" - "The Farmer and the Snake".
[In a cold winter, a farmer returning home from the market found a frozen snake on the side of the road. He felt sorry for the snake and put it in his arms. When the heat from his body warmed the snake, the snake quickly woke up, revealed its cruel nature, and fatally injured the farmer—bitten the farmer.]
Zhou Yanqing applied for the email account for work, and used it very rarely, but it was on the business card, obviously it was an email from Gao Lei.
Ten minutes later, another email came, this time it was Gao Lei's brief advice.
[Ms. Song did commit suicide. I just wanted to tell you the address of the cemetery when I met you. Don't pursue this matter any more. Delete the email after reading it, otherwise you will be in danger.]
At the end of the email, an address of a cemetery in the suburbs was attached, and Gao Lei's mobile phone number became empty after that.
These two emails completely aroused Zhou Yanqing's suspicion about Song Yu's suicide, and also explained why Gao Lei was suspicious and lost his mind in the cafe. It further proved that Gao Lei knew something, but he couldn't say it out loud.
Is the story of "The Farmer and the Snake" Gao Lei trying to imply? The snake killed the farmer, is the farmer referring to Song Yu? Who is that snake, the person Song Yu helped, or someone around Song Yu
Gao Lei told him not to pursue it any further in the email, but he sent a confusing email, and specifically told him that there would be danger. He was clearly saying that you must check it out, but he didn't refused to disclose more.
Zhou Yan squeezed his eyebrows lightly, pulling away from the memories.
After receiving Gao Lei's email, the other party's mobile phone number became empty, and the email he sent was not answered, and Gao Lei disappeared from then on.
Gao Lei's distraught appearance two months ago is still vivid in his memory, and he is completely different from the complacent and shrewd Gao Lei today.
Recalling the "danger" Gao Lei mentioned in the second email, Zhou Yanqing recalled the weird car accident that hit him here. Is the car accident the so-called danger? Gao Lei was also afraid of danger, so he refused to say it clearly. In the end, he canceled his number and disappeared completely, right
The tip of the pen unconsciously drew circles on the words "Farmer and Snake". Zhou Yan frowned lightly, thinking about it, and licked his dry lips.
Thinking that Song Yu might have been surrounded by snakes, insects, rats and ants, an uncontrollable anger rose in his chest.
"What are you thinking about, so engrossed?" Meng Shiping joked as he stood at the door and knocked on the door frame. Song Yu had already entered the office.
Zhou Yanqing hurriedly got up, and closed the notebook calmly: "I'm thinking about my graduation thesis."
Song Yu didn't speak, Meng Shiping answered: "With your grades and school performance, you shouldn't have to worry about a graduation thesis, right?"
Zhou Yan smiled lightly, and scratched his hair: "Actually, I suddenly had some inspiration, and I conceived a little script outline."
Meng Shiping walked in with a raised eyebrow and a smile. There was no expression of dissatisfaction on his face, but he encouraged: "Then keep going." After a pause, he asked again, "Is the house rented?"
Thinking of the agency in the morning, Zhou Yan shook his head dejectedly: "Not yet, I'll look for it after get off work."
"Forget it, don't worry about it. I'll ask a friend to help you arrange it. You don't have to worry about the rent, it must be within your tolerance."
"Really? Thank you Brother Meng!"
Song Yu paused when he put his hand on the doorknob of his office. Meng Shiping is not a helpful person, and now he wants to help the assistant with the problem of renting a house? Song Yu turned to look at Zhou Yanqing, and saw that his eyes were crooked in a smile, revealing a row of neat white teeth. Zhou Yanqing has always been cautious since he joined the job, and it was the first time he saw him smiling so brightly.
Zhou Yanqing didn't notice Song Yu's scrutiny. His happiness and gratitude at the moment were not feigned. Renting a house was his biggest headache at the moment, and it would be great to have someone to help.
Meng Shiping waved his hand: "I asked him to contact you next week. You have to go out with us these few days. The contract with the program team of "Returning to the Garden" has been signed. Their shooting plan is quite urgent, and we will meet tomorrow. Let's go to City B."
Meng Shiping had already walked into Song Yu's office, and he waved his hand to signal Zhou Yanqing to follow: "Come in, come in and watch the program recording process and script with us."
Zhou Yan followed in lightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Song Yu, only to see that the other party was slumped lazily on the sofa, with black eyes. Zhou Yan lightly recalled what Song Yu said about his insomnia on the first day of employment. He felt as if he had swallowed a whole ball of cotton, which made his chest and throat uncomfortable.
At this time, Song Yu, who was leaning on the sofa, raised his head. He raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the door. Zhou Yanqing had no time to look back, and the two eyes met.
Zhou Yanqing took the lead to look away, suppressing her chaotic heartbeat.
"Why are you standing still, come and sit down." Meng Shiping took out the script given by the program group.
Zhou Yanqing moved slowly and sat diagonally opposite Song Yu. Song Yu never took his eyes off Zhou Yanqing. He stared at the assistant's slender index finger holding his trousers for a long time before looking back with interest. He realized that Zhou Yanqing was only so embarrassed in front of him.
Of course Zhou Yanqing also felt Song Yu's direct gaze, he didn't dare to look back, but luckily Meng Shiping started to talk about the shooting plan, and he quickly got into work.