At five o'clock in the evening, everyone in the program team waved goodbye to the villagers of Wanhu Village who warmly sent them off, and embarked on their way back to S City.
The weather was fine, and there was no need to shoot on the return journey. The mighty convoy arrived in City S in only four hours.
Each guest has a different itinerary after that, so they parted ways after arriving in S City.
Song Yu has no schedule and wants to go home directly. In order to prevent his home address from being known by unrelated people, Zhou Yanqing refused the car arranged by the TV station and notified the driver of the studio in advance to pick him up at the TV station.
Song Yu got into the nanny's car, Zhou Yanqing stood outside the car door at a loss, he was not sure if Song Yu wanted him to follow. Just as he hesitated to ask, Song Yu tilted his head slightly while sitting in the car, and asked, "Aren't you going to get in the car?"
"Immediately." Zhou Yanqing withdrew his hesitant gaze and got into the car.
After getting in the car, Song Yu leaned against the headrest of the seat and closed his eyes. After a while, his breathing became even and long.
Song Yu's sleep has not been good, and the workload of the past two days has been unusually heavy, and his brows and eyes are always full of fatigue. Zhou Yan lightly picked up a thin blanket on the car, and lightly covered Song Yu's body.
Zhou Yanqing really hadn't had it easy these two days. After the car drove onto the main road, he couldn't hold on anymore, and he was drowsy with his head leaning against the car window. Just a second before he was about to fall asleep, the phone in his pocket vibrated suddenly.
Zhou Yanqing woke up instantly, glanced at the strange number on the phone and quickly answered the call. He covered his mouth, turned his head out of the car window and said softly, "Hello, who is it?"
"Hello, is this Mr. Zhou Yanqing? I'm a staff member of a housing rental agency. The house has been arranged for you. It's near the Twin Towers. Come over tomorrow to look at the house and sign the contract. Look at it ?"
Zhou Yanqing was a little baffled, thinking that he had encountered a liar, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't ask you to arrange any house, and I can't afford to rent a place like this around the Twin Towers."
The other party also immediately realized that he hadn't made it clear, and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear. Our manager said, as long as I tell you that this is arranged by Mr. Meng, you will understand."
Zhou Yanqing suddenly remembered that the day before going to Wanhu Village, Meng Shiping said to help him arrange the house finding. I didn't expect the other party to be so quick. He called as soon as he returned to S City.
"Okay, I understand. Then I..." Zhou Yanqing originally wanted to use the hour of tomorrow's lunch break to look at the house, but he was afraid that if Song Yu had temporary work arrangements, he paused, and he replied, "I will Can I call you in the morning?"
"sure no problem."
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yanqing took a look at the unread messages. Jiang Cheng sent several messages in a row, saying that he had finished moving and his room was tidied up. Last week, Jiang Cheng had already found a house. Zhou Yanqing had originally agreed with him to help move out together. Later, the filming schedule for "Returning to the Garden" was urgently scheduled, so he could only release Jiang Cheng's pigeons.
Zhou Yanqing replied to the message, and Jiang Cheng immediately sent another selfie of himself lying on the new bed. His skin is dark, so his teeth look whiter. The grin with big white teeth is very contagious. Zhou Yanqing looked at Jiang Cheng in the photo and hummed happily.
"What's so happy?" Song Yu's deep voice sounded from behind.
Zhou Yan turned his head lightly, before the smile on his face could disappear, he froze for a moment and said in embarrassment: "Mr. Song, did I wake you up?"
Song Yu pulled the blanket that was about to slip on his lap, and as soon as the words rolled on the tip of his tongue, he suddenly said on a whim: "I didn't fall asleep."
"Yes, is it?"
Zhou Yanqing was even more embarrassed now. He recalled how he gently helped Song Yu cover the blanket just now, peeping at Song Yu sleeping, and was so ashamed that he wanted to jump out of the car immediately. Fortunately, the lights were not turned on in the car, and I could barely see my face through the gorgeous neon lights of the city along the way.
Song Yu found it interesting that the little assistant was desperately trying to maintain a calm expression on his face. In fact, he fell asleep just now, but he has always been in a shallow sleep, and his consciousness has been hovering on the edge of falling into a beautiful sleep. He can feel all the wind and grass, and he wakes up immediately the second the phone rings.
After staring at Zhou Yanqing's Adam's apple that kept slipping because of anxiety for a while, Song Yu put away his dark smile and asked again: "What's so happy?"
Zhou Yan cleared his throat and recovered his voice: "I'm very happy that the renting issue has been resolved."
Song Yu's originally slightly raised eyes slowly drooped, and he had an inexplicable sense of crisis that his belongings would be taken away, which made him a little anxious.
Seeing that Song Yu didn't speak, Zhou Yan lightly and slowly turned his twisted body back. In fact, he was not happy about the matter of renting a house, but was happy that everything was going in a smooth direction, which gave him great confidence in changing Song Yu's ending after two years.
The radiant Twin Towers flashed past outside the car window, and Zhou Yan moved his fingers lightly on the car window. It was already past ten o'clock, and it was estimated that he would not be able to catch the last subway. It would cost a lot of money to take a taxi back, and because Jiang Cheng moved away suddenly, he actually didn't want to go back to the dormitory.
Taking another look at the Twin Towers, which had been thrown away by the nanny car, Zhou Yanqing clenched his hands and turned his head: "Ms. Song, I..."
"Do you have a lot of moving luggage?" Song Yu's voice sounded at the same time.
Both of them didn't hear each other's words clearly, Zhou Yan swallowed the unfinished words lightly, just as he wanted to ask Song Yu what he said just now, Song Yu spoke first.
"Do you have a lot of luggage to move?"
Zhou Yan was stunned with his mouth slightly open, and it took a second to answer honestly: "Not much, just some clothes and daily necessities, and other things will be bought after moving."
Song Yu then asked again: "Can you cook?"
Zhou Yan's frown was full of doubts, but he answered the question seriously: "Yes, but the cooking skills should be average."
His grandfather is in poor health, and he has taken on most of the responsibilities of supporting the family since he was a child. Naturally, various housework is not a problem, but he is not very confident in his cooking skills.
Song Yu nodded thoughtfully, he pondered for a while as if he was considering whether there was anything else he wanted to ask.
Although he didn't know why Song Yu suddenly asked these questions like an interview, Zhou Yanqing still sat upright and waited patiently for Song Yu's next question.
After waiting for a while, Song Yu, who was covered with a blanket and slumped in the seat, straightened his waist and leaned forward slightly, raised his brows, and asked Zhou Yanqing in a charming voice, "Do you want to move to my house?"
Zhou Yanqing's eyes widened, suspecting that he had hallucinations or auditory hallucinations. But Song Yu's words just now entered his ears in a perfect voice, each word knocking on the eardrums, as if pressing the cycle button of a single song, it kept playing next to Zhou Yanqing's ear.
Song Yu saw Zhou Yanqing's eyes wide open like a meerkat and his neck upright with a face of bewilderment, so he simply rested his chin and looked at him calmly, waiting for him.
Zhou Yanqing was dazed for a few seconds, his lips fluttered several times, and finally he choked out a trembling "what" from his throat.
The little assistant Zhang Huang didn't dare to show his appearance was particularly lively and interesting. Song Yu couldn't bear it, and finally stopped pretending to be a wolf with a big tail, and said seriously: "I don't like outsiders in the house. I cut off the housekeeping service. You live here. I'm here, cook for me every day to offset the rent."
It's not a question, it's a statement.
This time Zhou Yanqing can be sure that he is definitely not hallucinating, because he has been biting the tip of his tongue hard, and the severe pain makes his eyes and ears clear. It took him half a beat to come back to his senses, his mind was in a mess, wondering if Song Yu was joking with him, wondering if he should agree if it was true, and thinking about his cooking skills. Can't stand the test.
Song Yu didn't give Zhou Yanqing a chance to think clearly, his upper body leaned forward a little more, and asked urgently, "Don't you want to?"
As soon as the words fell, Zhou Yanqing hurriedly replied: "No, no, no, yes!"
Because of his anxiety, his voice was a little loud, and even the driver couldn't help but glance back. The fact is that Zhou Yanqing didn't have the power to refuse at all, and he hesitated for a while because he was submerged in an unbelievable trance and couldn't move.
Song Yu was very satisfied with Zhou Yanqing's reaction and answer. Although he suddenly let Zhou Yanqing live in his home was not his deliberate decision, it was definitely not a rash act on the spur of the moment.
Just now, a seven-seater commercial vehicle passed by outside the car window. It was the vehicle sponsored by the program group that they took to Wanhu Village this time. Suddenly, Song Yu remembered the dream he had when he was shackled in the stuffy carriage on the rainy night two days ago.
He was hanging under the gorgeous crystal chandelier, his lungs convulsed involuntarily after exhaling the breath. His consciousness was very clear, and the feeling of suffocation made him feel worse than death. He wanted to save himself, to get rid of this suffocation, but his legs didn't have any point of support, and he couldn't feel the existence of his hands. Just when he thought everything was about to end, a melodious call came from a distant place. Then his calf was embraced by a firm embrace, and someone lifted his body vigorously, and his neck was freed from the shackles of the climbing rope.
Then, he opened his eyes and saw Zhou Yanqing.
This young and reckless intern was a brand new character who appeared beside him in this life with his permission, a character that had never appeared in the previous life, at least it made him not have to be as vigilant as he was with other people.
Besides, Song Yu actually still had a childish desire to compete with Meng Shiping in his heart. In this life, he didn't want to be robbed of anything around him by Meng Shiping.
Regardless of the considerations, Song Yu felt that keeping the little assistant by his side would not be a wrong choice.
Song Yu looked at the driver and said loudly, "Go to the Academy of Film and Television first." He turned his gaze to Zhou Yanqing again, "Let's move today."
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