Zhou Yanqing actually didn't want to move in such a hurry, because he felt that he needed at least one night to slowly digest the fact that he was about to "cohabit" with Song Yu in a literal sense.
Moreover, he was full of doubts and needed to calm down and think. Why did Song Yu let herself live in his house? Is it true that you don't like outsiders in your family as he said? Just want someone to cook for him? No matter how you think about it, this reason feels far-fetched.
Zhou Yanqing didn't dare to ask and didn't know how to ask, he was afraid that Song Yu would regret it if he asked too much. Whether it is to find out the real cause of Song Yu's death, or to restore Song Yu who is suffering from severe depression to health, there is no better way than being infinitely close to Song Yu, so he must grasp this opportunity well.
He knew that his thoughts were arrogant, but even such an unimaginable thing as rebirth happened, so what is impossible
In Song Yu's eyes, Zhou Yanqing's determined and straightened back became restrained, which made him feel guilty about rushing ducks to the shelves, but somehow he found it very interesting. He looked at the strand of hair on Zhou Yanqing's head that always tended to curl up, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
Nanny cars are not uncommon in film and television schools, after all, the acting department itself is a star-making dream factory. Some lucky students have already had the opportunity to be signed by the company while they are still in college, and some even have become famous child stars and second-generation stars before entering this school, so luxury cars and nanny cars are not uncommon. .
Even so, Zhou Yanqing rejected Song Yu's suggestion to drive the car downstairs to the dormitory to wait for him to be cautious. He asked the driver to drive the car to the basketball court near the dormitory and wait. It was past 11 o'clock, and the players should have dispersed long ago.
After the death of Song Yu in the previous life, Zhou Yanqing browsed his Weibo Chaochao almost every day. After a long time, he also understood some fan circle culture, such as following the camera to make rankings and the like. At Song Yu’s level, there are several cars under his name, and the license plate number is all public information in the fan circle. He is afraid that if Song Yu’s car is found or photographed in school, it will cause any trouble. .
After confirming that there was no one around, Zhou Yanqing quietly got out of the car. He said softly to Song Yu in the car: "Mr. Song, I will pack it up soon."
"Well, I have all the daily necessities there, you just need to bring what you need." Song Yu couldn't help reminding.
"Okay, I'll be right back."
Watching Zhou Yanqing's "sneaky" walk away, Song Yu couldn't help but snorted.
The driver, Brother Lin, took a look in the rearview mirror. He smiled honestly and said, "Boss Song seems to be a different person today."
Song Yu's smile persisted, and he asked curiously, "Brother Lin, what has changed?"
Brother Lin is fifty years old this year, and he has been driving Song Yu since the studio was established. He is honest and dedicated, and usually talks very little, so it is rare for him to take the initiative to chat today.
"I don't read much, if you ask me to tell the reason, then I really can't tell." Brother Lin thought about it seriously, "In the past, you seemed to have more thoughts in your eyes than I do when I'm fifty. There are a lot of people who have been buried in the soil, and recently there is a kind of vitality in the young man in his 20s and 30s."
Song Yu smiled noncommittally: "Brother Lin, do you think life is interesting?"
Brother Lin heaved a long sigh, as if letting out the depression that had accumulated for decades.
He shook his head and replied: "My dad got cancer when he was twenty, and he owed a huge debt to treat him, but he still couldn't keep him. The debt was not paid off, and my mother got terminally ill again. I can only work two jobs while taking care of my mother. I am short of money and time. I wish I could have 48 hours a day. At that time, I felt that my biggest difficulty was being poor. If I had money, it would be no problem. It can all be solved easily. But in fact, my mother’s illness can’t be cured even if I have money. After my mother died, I became a lonely person in this world. I feel that life is really meaningless every day. No one cared whether we were crying or laughing. One day when I was on the bridge, half of my body was leaning out, I suddenly remembered a sentence my mother often said."
After a pause, Brother Lin turned his head to look at Song Yu: "She often said, try again. At that time, I kept persuading myself that life is boring now, but it will become interesting after all. How cold the river is, how cold is death? It’s really boring. That day I was blowing wind on the bridge all night, and I went home in despair. Look at me now, driving a big star, with both children and children, I don’t know how interesting it is.”
Song Yu quietly listened to Lin Ge's life insights, and after a long time responded: "You are right."
Lin Ge laughed.
The car was a bit boring, Song Yu said hello and got out of the car for a walk.
After graduation, he only came back as an honorary alumnus on the 60th anniversary of the school last year, which was already three years ago in my memory. In fact, he has always been somewhat resistant to his alma mater, because it is not his own wish to learn acting.
At the age of twelve, after her mother was rescued from committing suicide with nuts, her temperament began to change, from a soft-spoken person to a person who lost her temper and had a strong desire to control. She transferred all the resentment against her father's derailment and the fear of betrayal to her son. Only when her paranoid desire for control is satisfied can she feel a poor sense of security.
When she was in high school, my mother already had early symptoms of schizophrenia. Although she actively sought medical treatment, the results were minimal.
For the sake of his mother's illness, Song Yu didn't even think about fighting. He gave up his life plan and chose the Film and Television Academy according to his mother's wishes.
Because my father was a less successful drama actor, my mother's inner thoughts at that time were very complicated. She asked Song Yu to enter the Academy of Film and Television and learn acting. She hoped that the son she taught would be far better than the husband who betrayed her, so as to achieve unilateral psychological satisfaction.
These inner thoughts are what Song Yu saw from her mother's diary, which was already a bit chaotic after she was admitted to a nursing home.
Before he knew it, Song Yu walked in front of the two buildings. Although he didn't live on campus when he was studying, he vaguely remembered that these were two dormitory buildings in the college. Building A lived for girls, and Building B lived for boys. Several students who came in and out confirmed his memory was correct.
He simply didn't leave, and waited by leaning against a camphor tree downstairs in Building B.
Zhou Yanqing was afraid that Song Yu and others would bother him, so he went back to the dormitory and packed a few sets of clothes and some toiletries into the suitcase. He is usually a frugal person, and he doesn't have many things around him, but after all, he has lived in the place for three years, so it still takes a lot of time to clean it up all at once.
Putting the two psychology-related professional books and the laptop on the table into the suitcase, and glanced at the bookcase full of books, Zhou Yanqing decided to move to Jiang Cheng's place after a while or sell second-hand books. sold on the site.
After packing up her things, Zhou Yanqing took a deep breath after taking a look at the boys' dormitory where the rebirth had been living for less than half a month. The first time he left here was full of strong reluctance, but today he is full of expectations.
Dragging the suitcase downstairs, Zhou Yanqing rushed straight with his head buried, without even hearing Song Yu calling him, until someone grabbed his backpack from behind and had no choice but to stop.
"What's the hurry?" Song Yu looked at Zhou Yanqing with a half-smile.
Zhou Yan turned his head lightly, and the blankness on his face instantly changed to shock: "Mr. Song, why did you come here!"
Although it was almost 0 o'clock, there was no curfew in their school, so there were many people coming and going in and out of the dormitory. Zhou Yanqing looked around with a guilty conscience, and could not help but drag Song Yu under the camphor tree with poor light.
Song Yu didn't resist, and let Zhou Yanqing take a peaked cap from his bag and put it on his head.
Zhou Yan lightly pressed down the brim of his hat and looked for the mask from his bag. He remembered that he had clearly stuffed a pack of disposable medical masks into the bag just now, but he couldn't find it after searching a few times. He murmured impatiently: "If it is photographed, it will probably be on the hot search later."
Song Yu raised his eyebrows, the possibility of being photographed in the middle of the night is very small, and even if it is photographed in the media, it probably deserves a topic like #宋玉late night visit alma mater#, just discuss and discuss. He crossed his arms and stared at Zhou Yanqing's curled eyelashes and sweaty nose tip because of the lowered head.
After searching for a while, Zhou Yanqing finally remembered that he had just casually inserted the mask into his coat pocket. He took out the mask and tore off the packaging neatly, holding the two ear straps and held it in front of Song Yu.
Zhou Yanqing's intentions were obvious, asking Song Yu to wear a mask before leaving. But after waiting for a while, he found that Song Yu was just looking at him, and didn't intend to accept it, so he had to remind him: "Mr. Song, put on the mask, people might recognize it."
Song Yu thought of teasing him a little, but instead of stretching out his hand, he lowered his head slightly and put his face close to the mask.
Zhou Yan was slightly taken aback, and abruptly withdrew his hand a little. He was stunned for a moment before realizing that Song Yu wanted to help him put on the mask.
He remembered that the day before yesterday on the field ridge of Wanhu Village, when he handed Song Yu a peeled egg, the other party lowered his head and took a bite like this. Zhou Yanqing, of course, would not pretend to be affectionate and feel that Song Yu's action had any special meaning, but the tip of his heart still couldn't help rustling in the night wind along with the dense branches and leaves of the camphor tree behind him.
Zhou Yan looked down at Song Yu's perfect eyebrows, fingertips rubbed the ear straps of the mask and slowly hung it on Song Yu's ears. Although he tried his best to avoid it, when his hands moved away, they still touched Song Yu's slightly cold ears, which made his heart tremble.
The corners of Song Yu's mouth hidden under the mask never fell. He tugged on the mask and teased, "Assistant Zhou, can we go?"
The voice overflowing from under the mask was muffled, and Zhou Yan could hear the smile in Song Yu's words lightly. He tried his best to hide the emotion in his eyes, looked around and said: "It's ok."
"Okay." Song Yu put his hand on the trolley of the suitcase naturally, and dragged it away first.
Zhou Yan opened his mouth lightly but failed to make a sound, so he stood there for two seconds and hurriedly followed.
After tossing back and forth, it was almost one o'clock in the morning when they arrived at Song Yu's house.
The two took the elevator in silence, and Zhou Yan stood obediently behind Song Yu, feeling a bit of panic and uneasiness in his heart. The community where Song Yu lives is too high-end. With his three-legged cat's cooking skills, he probably can't afford the expensive rent. With the balance of his bank card, he can't afford it even more. What's more, the money in the card is originally Song Yu of.
With a sound of "ding", the elevator reached the top floor.
One elevator and one luxury house, so the door is the door when you get out of the elevator. Song Yu pulled off his mask, opened the door and said, "The password is six ones, I will record your fingerprints tomorrow, it will be more convenient."
"Thank you." Zhou Yan stared lightly at the doorknob, his back was soaked in cold sweat, and his close-fitting T-shirt stuck to his body, making him a little uncomfortable.
Song Yu put his slender fingers on the door handle and exerted a slight force. The thick dark brown solid wood door was slowly pushed open a crack, and then the gap became bigger and bigger until it was completely pushed open. Suddenly, the intelligent voice-activated light in the entrance lights up.
Zhou Yanqing stood at the door in a daze, Song Yu had already entered the door at some point, and was leaning on the door frame and looking at him curiously: "What's wrong?"
Zhou Yan licked his dry lips lightly, lowered his eyes and replied, "It's nothing."
Song Yu felt that Zhou Yanqing was a little strange after entering the elevator, but he didn't ask. He moved sideways to make way for the disposable slippers on the ground with his eyes, and said, "I didn't prepare them in advance. I only have disposable slippers at home. The housekeeping aunt will deliver them tomorrow."
After speaking, he walked into the living room first.
Zhou Yanqing couldn't restrain his trembling lips and hands, he breathed hard while bending over to change his shoes to regulate his panic. After changing his shoes, he stood in the entrance for a while, biting the tip of his tongue, walked through the entrance with ease, turned right and walked towards the living room.
The huge living room was rendered warm by the soft yellow lights, Zhou Yanqing didn't care, he raised his head impatiently and looked up, spotlights were arranged above his head.
There are no crystal chandeliers.