"What are you looking at?" Song Yu's deep voice seemed to come from an unfathomable cave, echoing continuously.
Zhou Yan's lightly raised head and straight neck slowly returned to their natural state, and he saw Song Yu standing a few steps away with a calm expression.
All of a sudden, the past life and the present life are intertwined, and the space is distorted into an abstract vortex. Zhou Yanqing stood in the unfamiliar yet familiar living room, his mind was in chaos, the past and the present were intertwined in chaos.
Is all this true? Is Song Yu in front of me real
There seemed to be a ball of cotton in his throat, and after moving his lips a few times, Zhou Yanqing finally called out hoarsely: "Teacher Song?"
Zhou Yanqing's behavior was a little strange after stepping into the elevator, Song Yu looked straight at Zhou Yanqing calmly, and replied, "What's wrong?"
The melodious voice hit the eardrums, and Zhou Yan came out of the distorted and chaotic space as if he had just woken up from a dream. He moved his stiff mouth and smiled awkwardly: "Your house is so big."
Song Yu also smiled suddenly, and found a reasonable explanation for Zhou Yanqing's weird behavior like "being flattered".
He looked around the first floor and said, "There is a guest room on the first floor, the cloakroom is also on the first floor, and the kitchen..." After a pause, he felt that it would be too troublesome to introduce each place like this, so he simply said, "Any space on the first floor You can dispose of any item as you like, the second floor is my room and private space, I don't like being invaded very much."
Zhou Yanqing understood, he nodded again and again: "I will definitely not go up!"
Song Yu didn't mean it so absolutely, but Zhou Yanqing said so, and he didn't refute it.
The hour hand of the retro art wall clock on the wall points to 2, and it is getting late.
Song Yu pointed to the location of the storage room and said, "There are toiletries there, you..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered that there should be nothing in the storage room at this time. In the previous life, although he and Han Jin did not live together, Han Jin often came here, and the house has always prepared daily necessities for him. But now, no one has stepped into this house except Meng Shiping.
Song Yu said apologetically: "I forgot to inform Auntie Cleaning that it's ready. I should have it upstairs, and I'll get it for you later."
Zhou Yan lightly waved his hand and refused: "No need for Mr. Song, I'll take everything that needs to be taken, don't worry about it."
No one came to this house except Meng Shiping, so Song Yu knew very little about how to treat guests. He searched his brains for a long time and only said one sentence: "Don't be cautious, treat it as your own home."
Zhou Yanqing knew that this was Song Yu's polite words, but his chest was still numb uncontrollably as if a feather had been scraped by it. He nodded heavily: "Thank you, Teacher Song."
Song Yu: "It's getting late, you go to bed early."
Zhou Yan watched Song Yu go upstairs and walked around the first floor alone.
The top-floor duplex located in the city center is a height that ordinary people can't reach. Zhou Yanqing was neither flattered by living in a mansion, nor was he interested in standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to enjoy the light show of the Yunti Sightseeing Tower.
He walked around and stopped at the junction of the entrance and the living room, staring up at the few spotlights just now. There should have been a luxurious and elegant crystal chandelier hanging down there, and the dazzling light illuminated the brilliance of the room.
In fact, Zhou Yanqing is familiar with Song Yu's home. He has been here in his previous life, traveled to every corner of the place, and even touched the bed where Song Yu slept.
A week before he was reborn in a car accident, someone brought him into Song Yu's house. When he walked through the entrance that day, he was immediately attracted by the crystal chandelier hanging above the living room.
Both because it is very eye-catching, and because it is one of Song Yu's suicide props.
After watching for a long time, Zhou Yanqing's stagnant brain finally regained the ability to think.
Except for the addition of the chandelier two years ago and two years later, Song Yu's home has hardly changed.
It can be seen from the minimalist interior decoration that Song Yu is not a person who indulges in pleasure. The whole interior space is based on light beige color. The living room removes the necessary electrical appliances, only a leather sofa of the same color and a geometric Patterned rugs only.
During the past few days of getting along, Zhou Yanqing also deeply understood that Song Yu is a person with very shallow desires, so shallow that he has very little desire to live.
In the previous life, when he walked into the living room and saw the chandelier for the first time, Zhou Yanqing felt that there was an extremely uncomfortable sense of disobedience everywhere. Not only because Song Yu used to hang on it coldly, but also because it was very inconsistent with the overall style of Song Yu's family, and Song Yu's low-key and restrained temperament. This chandelier is like an alien object, occupying the most conspicuous place in Song Yu's house.
Looking at the top of the head again, Zhou Yanqing compared those few unremarkable spotlights with the chandelier in his mind. Obviously, the current state is the most appropriate state for this home.
Two years ago, the dazzling chandelier that even took his life did not appear in Song Yu's house. Two years later, the decoration and furnishings of Song Yu's home have hardly changed. Why is there only that out of place chandelier? What happened in the past two years that caused Song Yu to undergo a huge change, and installed a lamp at home that was completely inconsistent with his taste, temperament, and preferences
Intuition told Zhou Yanqing that as long as he knew the secret of the chandelier, he would not be far from the truth of Song Yu's suicide.
After staring at Song Yu's room upstairs for a long time, Zhou Yan lightly picked up his suitcase and entered the room.
Everything in the room was new, the protective film on the mattress hadn't even been torn off, but the room was clean and had a faint fragrance, a bit like jasmine. Rather than saying that this is a guest room, it is better to say that it is a decoration that has to be set up to conform to the world.
Zhou Yan sighed softly, cleaned up by himself, and found bedding and bedding from the bed cabinet in the room.
After washing up, Zhou Yanqing lay on the soft new bed, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. He took out his notebook and read what he had recorded from beginning to end, and added a sentence on the page recording the chandelier.
[Two years ago, there were no chandeliers.]
It wasn't until the east side turned pale that Zhou Yanqing fell asleep in a daze. After a few hours of light sleep, he opened his sleepy eyes amidst the alarm of the mobile phone. He didn't forget to be responsible for cooking to pay the rent, so he stretched on the bed and got up quickly.
After washing up, she came to the kitchen, and Zhou Yanqing was dumbfounded when she opened the refrigerator. There were only a few bottles of mineral water in the huge four-door refrigerator. He glanced at the stove again. Except for a small soup pot with traces of use, the other kitchen utensils are brand new. In fact, there are no kitchen utensils, just a few knives and a pan. Zhou Yanqing opened the wall cabinet again without giving up, and it was empty as he expected.
It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice, Zhou Yan smiled wryly, picked up her phone and went out.
Exhausted from the daily recording of the program and the effect of sleeping pills, Song Yu rarely slept for a few hours. At nine o'clock in the morning, he walked down the stairs in a bathrobe. When he reached the middle of the spiral staircase, he stopped suddenly, slowly raised his head, and stopped his gaze on the spotlights above the living room.
It has been more than two months since he was reborn, and he still feels uncomfortable every time he sets his sight there.
Because in memory, there should be a dazzling classical European-style crystal chandelier in that place, with crystal pendants hanging down layer by layer.
The crystal chandelier was transported back from abroad by Han Jin at a cost of more than two million yuan.
He is actually a person who doesn't like being invaded in his living space, but Han Jin's character is as aggressive as his appearance. After the two formally dated each other, Han Jin came home for the first time and said that the house was too empty and too plain. After that, Han Jin often mentioned it, and finally put it into action. The chandelier was delivered directly to the home.
Song Yu thought that he was probably good at compromise, and easily allowed Han Jin to invade his living space in such a direct and rude way.
After being dazed for a while, Song Yu saw the familiar backpack on the sofa, and then remembered that Zhou Yanqing had moved to his home. He went downstairs quickly, but he didn't see Zhou Yanqing after looking around.
Are you still awake? But there was still half a cup of unfinished water in the water cup on the tea bar.
Song Yu went to the guest room and knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, there was no response. He knocked harder a few times, but still there was no response.
Obviously, the little assistant is not at home.
Song Yu frowned, and took out his cell phone to look at it. There was only a missed call from Meng Shiping, and there was no call or message from Zhou Yanqing.
With a swipe of his fingertip on the phone screen, Song Yu directly called Zhou Yanqing.
After a beep, Zhou Yanqing answered the phone: "Hello, Teacher Song."
In addition to Zhou Yan's soft voice, Song Yu also heard the whistling wind, and he asked, "Where are you? Have you gone out?"
Zhou Yanqing was a little embarrassed and said: "There are no ingredients in the refrigerator at home. I want to go out to buy something, but I forgot that I can't enter the community without the owner's permission."
Through the mobile phone, Song Yu could hear the embarrassment beyond Zhou Yanqing's words. He didn't ask any more questions, and hung up the phone to contact the property manager.
Song Yu stood at the end of the hallway leaning against the wall and waited. After a while, there was a beep sound of pressing the password outside the door, and the door opened in response. Zhou Yanqing opened the heavy door with the shopping bag of a nearby large supermarket in both hands. door.
Zhou Yan lightly raised his head to see Song Yu who was a few steps away, and was stunned for a while before raising the corners of his mouth and smiling: "Mr. Song, please."
It's late autumn, and the weather is not too good today. Zhou Yanqing went out wearing only a thin pullover sweater.
Song Yu stared at the little assistant's pale lips, and asked, "Waiting for a long time? Why didn't you call me?"
Zhou Yan said casually: "I just waited for a few minutes, I'm afraid I'll wake you up."
Song Yu didn't expose such a clumsy lie. He walked up to Zhou Yanqing and took the heavy shopping bag from the other party's hand. When he turned around, he suddenly said impatiently: "Don't be so cautious, I won't be so cautious because of this. something to blame you for."
Zhou Yanqing stood on the spot and said anxiously: "I'm not..."
not what? Not formal? Is it because I am afraid that you will blame me
Zhou Yanqing didn't finish speaking, but Song Yu knew the answer.
Of course he knew that Zhou Yanqing was not cautious, nor was he afraid of reprimand. The little assistant knew that he didn't sleep well, so he would rather spend an hour or two in the cold wind outside the community than make this phone call. It was just caring for him meticulously.
But he obviously just wanted to use Zhou Yanqing's admiration to make him absolutely loyal to him, but he was a little at a loss and felt a little ashamed when faced with the little assistant's meticulous and considerate time and time again.