Waiting outside the community for too long, it is already past nine o'clock, and there is not so much time for Zhou Yanqing to prepare breakfast. He quickly prepared sandwiches, fried eggs, heated milk and cut fruit. In less than twenty minutes, the dishes were served on the dining table.
Song Yu's eyes lingered on the ceramic cup filled with milk, but he didn't speak. Zhou Yanqing saw Song Yu's eyebrows tightened tightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, secretly amused. He discovered last night that the most used item in the house is the coffee machine on the bar outside the kitchen.
A depressed patient suffering from insomnia should obediently drink milk instead of coffee as a companion, so Zhou Yanqing prepared milk without consulting Song Yu.
If Song Yu proposed to replace the milk with coffee, he would replace it.
The two finished their breakfast in silence. Song Yu ate half of the sandwich, drank the milk, wiped his mouth and was about to leave. His appetite was so small that it was unbelievable.
"Mr. Song, is it because my cooking is not delicious?" Zhou Yan scratched his cheek lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.
Song Yu glanced at the fried eggs on the plate, and replied, "No, I'm full."
In fact, this half sandwich is already enough for his appetite. In the past, his breakfast was a boiled egg and a cup of coffee.
Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled brightly: "That's good."
After these few days of observation, he has an idea of Song Yu's food intake in every meal. I didn't prepare much this morning, but I didn't expect to finish it. It seems that I should prepare less next time. If you prepare too much, it will cause invisible pressure on the diners, and it will be a waste if you can't finish it.
Song Yu nodded: "I'm going upstairs first, I don't need to go to the company today, if you want to go out to play, you can go out, the property has registered your information, and I won't stop you in the future."
"Thank you, Teacher Song."
"You're welcome."
After speaking, Song Yu got up and went upstairs. He stopped in the middle of the walk and glanced in the direction of the restaurant. Zhou Yanqing was just putting his untouched fried egg on his plate.
Taking a deep breath, Song Yu quickly shifted his gaze and went upstairs.
After breakfast and tidying up the kitchen, Zhou Yanqing received a video invitation from Jiang Cheng.
Today is the weekend, Jiang Cheng doesn't have to go to work.
Zhou Yanqing hesitated for a moment, hung up the video invitation, and called Jiang Cheng.
"Yanqing, are you going to work today? If you don't go to work, I'll go and play with you. Are you at school?" Jiang Cheng's voice was clear and full of energy.
Zhou Yanqing didn't know how to tell Jiang Cheng about moving to Song Yu's place. He kneaded a corner of the tablecloth and replied guiltily: "I'm in the company. After resting, I went to find you." After a pause, he continued, "By the way, Jiang Cheng, I have found a place to live, but I can't move the large boxes of books in my dormitory. Can I put some of them in your place first? ?”
"Then there's nothing wrong with it." Jiang Cheng replied bluntly. He quickly grasped the point of Zhou Yan's light words, "Have you rented a house? Then when are you going to move? I'll help you."
Zhou Yan lightly showed embarrassment, facing the straightforward Jiang Cheng, he couldn't bear to lie, but for the time being, he couldn't say a word or two clearly, so he could only ambiguously say: "Then you wait for my call, we will meet in the dormitory and then talk in detail."
"Okay, no problem." Jiang Cheng didn't doubt him, paused and asked again, "By the way, Yan Qing, An Bei called me last night to ask why I called and sent you messages, but you didn't reply. Are you I'm not too busy, but you replied to all the messages I sent you, did you not see An Bei's message?"
Zhou Yan sighed secretly, he knew Anbei would find Jiang Cheng sooner or later.
There are four people living in their dormitory. The eldest is Peng Bingbing, the second is Jiang Cheng, the third is Anbei, and the youngest is him. The relationship between the four has always been very good, and there has never been any dispute. He is the youngest and the most cared for.
Anbei's father is a government/government/official/member, and his rank is not low. He is the one with the best family background among the four, but Anbei is very low-key and very approachable. He and Zhou Yanqing have the same major, and after finding a good internship unit through his father's relationship, he once proposed to include Zhou Yanqing, but Zhou Yanqing politely refused in his previous life.
In this life, Anbei hadn't had time to talk about it, because Zhou Yanqing deliberately avoided contacting him after his rebirth.
"Jiang Cheng, if Anbei asks you again, just say that I'm very busy recently and I can't contact anyone, can I? I can't explain why I did this, but I have no malicious intentions." The previous memories related to Anbei made his chest tight, making him a little out of breath.
Jiang Cheng was stunned on the other end of the phone. He felt that Zhou Yanqing had become weird in some places since he fainted in the bathroom and woke up again, but he knew that Zhou Yanqing had absolutely no malice.
"Okay, no problem." Jiang Cheng replied affirmatively.
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yanqing lay down on his bed blankly, his mind was in a mess. Before he could figure it out, the doorbell rang.
Zhou Yan took three steps and two steps to open the door, and then froze in place with the people outside the door.
Meng Shiping was very surprised: "Why are you here?"
I can't explain this in one or two sentences, and Zhou Yanqing was very wary of Meng Shiping. He was about to find an excuse when Song Yu's voice came from behind him.
"Come in and talk about something."
Meng Shiping took a deep look at Zhou Yanqing, wiped his sleeves and entered the room, looking for slippers in the shoe cabinet. He searched up and down but couldn't find it, and then glanced at the disposable slippers on Zhou Yanqing's feet, and asked strangely, "Where are my slippers?"
A trace of disgust quickly flashed across Song Yu's face, and then he returned to normal: "Maybe the housekeeping company took it away when it came to clean it."
In fact, he threw it away.
Since he purchased this house, few people have visited the house. One is that he doesn't like to be disturbed in his private living space, and the other is that there are not many people who are close enough to him to visit him.
Meng Shiping and Han Jin are exceptions, because of his trust, they can visit at will without notice, and they even have the password of this house.
After returning from rebirth, Song Yu asked the housekeeper to throw away all the things Meng Shiping had used, and changed the password.
Meng Shiping hadn't been here during this period, so he didn't notice these changes.
"Really?" Meng Shiping answered noncommittally, and took a pair of disposable slippers.
Zhou Yanqing followed the two into the living room, and he waited silently for Song Yu's arrangement.
Song Yu smiled at him and asked him, "Can you grind coffee beans to make coffee?"
Zhou Yanqing did a lot of this when he was an intern in his last life. He replied, "I'm going to make coffee."
Meng Shiping sat down on the leather sofa in the living room. He glanced at Zhou Yanqing who was fiddling with the coffee machine in the distance, and before he could speak, Song Yu took the lead.
"How is Auntie? Why didn't you stay with her for a few more days?"
Song Yu remembered that Meng Shiping stayed in his hometown for two weeks in his previous life, and he even went to Meng Shiping's hometown to visit the elderly.
Meng Shiping sighed: "My nephew is in the third year of high school this year, and my sister is a bit out of control. I have brought my mother here, and I am going to find him a nursing home to live in."
Song Yu had doubts in his heart, but he didn't continue to ask, he said, "Why did you suddenly think of me?"
Meng Shiping: "I'm nearby. I happened to have something to tell you and I came here. I will take my mother to the nursing home to sign the contract later."
"What's the matter?" Song Yu asked.
Meng Shiping's face was a little smug, he habitually took out the cigarette case, and put it away again when he remembered that it was at Song Yu's house.
"On the day I went back to my hometown, director Zhang Wen called me and asked if you were interested in the new movie he was preparing. There were only ten episodes of "Returning to the Garden" and it would be over in two months. We have to plan it later. work?"
Before Song Yu could answer, the cell phone in his pocket rang. He glanced at the number and answered the phone directly, said "OK" and hung up.
"What's wrong?" Meng Shiping asked.
"The nursing home called. My mother's condition is not very good. I'll go over there." Song Yu's tone was very calm, as if he was talking about someone else's mother.
Meng Shiping got up and said, "I'll go with you."
Song Yu glanced at Zhou Yanqing, who was focusing on the coffee machine, and answered him: "No, I'll let Xiao Zhou accompany me. Didn't you say that you want to take your aunt to the nursing home to sign the contract?"
Song Yu's words were very polite, but Meng Shiping's voice was extremely harsh. His cheeks were tense, and he pressed his voice and asked, "Why is he here?"
"I don't know how to cook and I don't want to invite people. Xiao Zhou can cook and is very careful. It just so happens that he also rents a house, so I let him live with me. He cooks for me and I provide him with a place to live." Song Yu Gentle smile.
Meng Shiping pursed his lips tightly, and a puff of hot air came out of his nostrils. Before going to city B, he asked a friend to help arrange renting for Zhou Yanqing. Just now he received a call from that friend, saying that Zhou Yanqing called the agency this morning and turned it down. Originally, he was planning to ask Zhou Yanqing what was going on, but now he has the answer.
Whoever lives in Song Yu's house has nothing to do with him, but before, Song Yu would let him know first, and would not make any claims as he is now.
Meng Shiping felt more and more that Song Yu was gradually becoming stronger, elusive and difficult to control.
All along, he and Song Yu have not always been in harmony. There are many conflicts and disputes between the two, but most of them will end with Song Yu's compromise. Because of this, the relationship between the two will be so long and strong.
But Meng Shiping noticed that the positions of the two had suddenly changed recently. It was he who first compromised and contacted the program group when he rejected "The Long Road" to participate in the variety show. In the dispute about "money" in the car, he first compromised and avoided his sight.
Something has quietly changed...
"Aren't you leaving?" Song Yu raised a strange and bewildered expression on his eyebrows.
Meng Shiping clenched his hands into fists, but with the usual expression, he replied with a smile: "Wait for you to go downstairs together."
In the porch, Song Yu habitually let Meng Shiping and Zhou Yanqing go out first before following, and then he closed the door.
Two cups of freshly brewed coffee lay quietly on the bar, one of which was filled with half milk and an extra cube of sugar.