After saying hello, Song Yu led Zhou Yanqing away from the recording site. There were no street lights in the village, but every household turned on their porch lights, illuminating the small paths in the village.
Zhou Yanqing always followed Song Yu with a distance of two meters. He lowered his head and looked at Song Yu's uniformly moving shadow. When the shadow stopped, he also stopped.
"What are you looking at?"
Zhou Yan raised his head lightly and saw Song Yu standing against the light and looking at him, he hurriedly put away his gloomy expression: "I'm looking at the shadow."
Because of the backlight, he couldn't see Song Yu's facial expression clearly, but he heard Song Yu snorted briskly, as if he was laughing.
Song Yu didn't speak, turned around and continued to walk a few steps before speaking again: "Do you have something to tell me?" The little assistant hesitated to speak a few times at the recording site, and he noticed it.
Zhou Yanqing really wanted to say something, Song Yu's response to Tong Shuang's allergic reaction today was too professional, as if he had a lot of experience, so he was a little curious and a little worried.
Squeezing the strap of her backpack, Zhou Yan asked softly, "Mr. Song, are you allergic to peanuts?"
The shadow on the ground stopped, and then continued to move after two seconds.
Song Yu thought that what Zhou Yanqing wanted to ask was about Cheng Peng, but it turned out not to be.
He didn't answer, but opened the memory box, and walked into a late night twenty years ago.
After her father's cheating was discovered, her mother resolutely filed for divorce. She didn't cry, let alone hysterical. She ran herself like a well-programmed machine, and she didn't even make mistakes like adding half a teaspoon of salt to the cooking.
One evening, Song Yu came home from school and saw a gift box of nuts on the floor in the entrance, so he asked casually, and his mother said it was for gift giving.
In the evening, the two were eating dinner in silence, when his mother suddenly said to him, "I'm sorry."
He was twelve years old at the time and knew what his parents' divorce meant to him, but he was not yet mature enough to understand what a husband's cheating and divorce meant to a woman. He thought it was because his mother felt guilty for choosing to divorce without consulting him, so he silently accepted the apology.
In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a nightmare and went to the living room to pour water in a cold sweat. There was only one spotlight turned on in the living room, and my mother collapsed on the clean floor of the living room, her face was blue and purple, and she was enduring great pain with every breath she took.
On the coffee table in the living room was a tempting plate of nuts, but it was deadly poisonous to my mother.
At that moment, his mind turned faster than ever. He understood that nuts are not a gift for others, but bought by his mother for himself. He also understood that the "sorry" in his mother's mouth meant: I'm sorry, I'm leaving you behind.
At the age of twelve, he was already taller than his skinny mother. He went downstairs to ask for help with his mother on his back like crazy, crying and begging: "Mom! Don't leave me behind!"
Because of timely rescue, the mother finally stayed.
For twenty years, he has been questioning what he did at the beginning, maybe liberation is the best for his mother
Song Yu kept walking with his head buried in his head. After a long time, when Zhou Yanqing thought that he was regretting asking a very outrageous question, he suddenly whispered: "No, my mother is allergic to peanuts." After a pause, he continued, "She's also allergic to mangoes."
Zhou Yan's light footsteps stopped, and he didn't catch up until the distance between Song Yu and him was five meters away, and he said "hmm" in a muffled voice.
The sudden mention of his mother made Song Yu's usual peaceful expression a little more complicated. He frowned slightly, and his eyes were full of fatigue and vicissitudes.
Just after returning to the residence, the mobile phone in the pocket of the shoes rang. Song Yu looked back and realized that work was over. In fact, Zhou Yanqing didn't need to follow. The two thin lips moved, and he said, "Sit down for a while, I'll answer the phone."
With that said, Song Yu turned around and walked upstairs while pressing the answer button.
The call came from a nursing home. His mother had been living in a nursing home for a few years in poor mental and physical condition. It must be a very urgent matter to call at this late hour. Sure enough, the nurse who had been taking care of Song Yu's mother for a long time told him anxiously on the phone that her mother had been on a hunger strike for a whole day and had just violently attacked someone else.
Song Yu's expression was calm, and his tone didn't fluctuate. He hummed a few times, and then said, "I'll see her in a few days." Finally, he said "I'm sorry for your trouble" before hanging up the phone.
The fourth floor is a roof, without guardrails, and there are a few tile vats in the corner of the roof.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yu didn't go downstairs immediately, he walked to the edge of the roof and looked down. The four-story building is not too high. If you step on the ground and fall, there is a high probability that you will only be disabled. Fascinated, he kept leaning forward and looking downstairs, as if feeling dissatisfied, he stretched out one foot to hang in the air and probed twice.
"Teacher Song." Zhou Yanqing called softly from behind, and he seemed to be trembling after listening carefully.
Song Yu turned around, Zhou Yanqing was standing far away at the stairs, because there was no light, he could only see a thin silhouette.
"Why did you come up?" Song Yu asked.
"I'll see if there is a place upstairs to dry clothes." Zhou Yan replied lightly.
A very poor excuse, but Zhou Yanqing said it very frankly.
Song Yu's mouth curled into a smile, and he walked up to Zhou Yanqing with his hands in his pockets: "There is no place to dry clothes."
Zhou Yan let out a sigh of relief, and finally let Song Yu go down the stairs. He wanted to say something more, but his throat was uncomfortably blocked. Just now he saw Song Yu standing on the edge of the platform in a posture about to jump, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Coughing twice and clearing his throat twice, Zhou Yanqing finally recovered his voice. He said, "Mr. Song, it's dangerous on the rooftop at night."
Song Yu lightly clasped his hands in his pockets, nodded and said, "Well, I won't go up in the future."
Opening the door, Song Yu looked down and saw the Martin boots he had just replaced at a glance. Because of the rain, the roads in the village were a bit muddy, and his boots were splashed with mud spots when he recorded a program for a day. But now, the boots were polished and shiny, and they were placed neatly on the shoe rack, and the scrubbed socks were drying on the wooden rack a few steps away.
His pupils trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times before Song Yu opened his mouth with difficulty. He said, "You don't need to do this."
Zhou Yan followed Song Yu's line of sight before he understood. He nervously stirred the drawstring on the hoodie and whispered, "It rained yesterday and we couldn't take pictures. We have to stay here for another day. I think You didn't bring enough clothes, and you only brought two pairs of shoes... "
Dirty clothes and muddy shoes should never be worn when recording a program.
Speaking of Zhou Yanqing's voice was softer than a mosquito's in the end, he also hesitated for a long time before doing it. In fact, he was quite afraid of making Song Yu feel uncomfortable. But he really couldn't imagine Song Yu half squatting in the bathroom, rubbing socks and brushing shoes, and he was eager to share something for Song Yu, even if it was just such a trivial matter as cleaning shoes.
Song Yu stood there blankly, trying to remember when was the last time someone cleaned his shoes. It was probably before the parents divorced. At that time, every pair of shoes on the shoe rack at home was neat and clean, and my mother took care of every corner of the house with tender love.
Song Yu turned his head and stared at Zhou Yanqing with a calm face. He tried to see some disgusting flattery, flattery, and fawning in the little assistant's expression and eyes, so that he could at least try to persuade himself to accept Zhou Yanqing's doing these things.
However, Zhou Yanqing looked back with piercing eyes, his expression was calm, and the innocence between his brows was very vivid.
Song Yu was defeated first, and said helplessly: "You don't need to do this, Gao Lei would never do this." He hid the unnaturalness on his face well, but he didn't realize that there was something wrong with the words he blurted out .
Zhou Yanqing didn't notice the violation of the second half of the sentence, he stepped forward and said urgently: "Mr. Song, I'm not as good as Brother Lei now, so I can only help you with these small things, and Brother Meng told me , must take good care of you."
Zhou Yanqing's voice is very crisp, jingling like a trickling spring in the silent night, lingering in his ears, and even the rough lime walls echoed pleasantly.
Song Yu sighed lightly: "It's up to you."
Zhou Yanqing's expression brightened instantly, and he raised his brows: "Please trust me."