Zhou Yanqing was awakened by his own yelling, he suddenly raised his head, his pupils couldn't find the focal length for a while. His chest heaved violently, and his mouth and nose were panting rapidly. It took him a long time to recover, realizing that he had just had a nightmare that broke his heart.
Sitting in a daze for a long time, until the alarm clock really rang, Zhou Yanqing calmed down the excessive ups and downs of his chest, let out a long breath, and wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead.
He opened the door with lingering fear, and mustered up the courage to enter the living room. The flaming sunset dyed the whole floor-to-ceiling windows red, and the living room was as quiet as usual, without the chandelier or Song Yu, Zhou Yan's hanging heart finally slowly fell down.
A needle could be heard in the living room, and Song Yu didn't seem to have gone downstairs.
Zhou Yanqing glanced upstairs, then entered the kitchen, and a simple dinner was served on the table an hour later.
A pot of light millet porridge, a plate of stir-fried green beans with shrimps, a plate of garlic and spinach, and a bowl of steamed eggs with minced meat. The tender steamed eggs are sprinkled with green scallions, which is very tempting.
After finishing the porridge, Zhou Yanqing took out his mobile phone and sent Song Yu a message. After thinking for a while, he deleted the typed word and changed it.
[Ms. Song, you haven't taken your medicine yet.]
After waiting for five minutes, Zhou Yanqing did not receive a reply, and Song Yu did not go downstairs either. Just as he was hesitating whether to make a phone call, footsteps sounded on the stairs.
Song Yu went downstairs wearing a white bathrobe with half-dry hair on his head. He walked up to Zhou Yanqing and explained, "Sorry, I was taking a shower just now."
Zhou Yan took a quick glance at Song Yu, seeing his ruddy complexion and calm expression, he was slightly relieved.
Looking at the scratches on Song Yu's neck, Zhou Yanqing took out an ointment from his pocket: "This is the ointment you gave me last time, and it's quite easy to use."
Song Yu smiled slightly: "Thank you."
Zhou Yanqing pointed to the medicine and warm water prepared on the bar, and said, "Mr. Song, these medicines can't be taken on an empty stomach, why don't you have dinner first."
He came up with this idea because he was afraid that Song Yu would refuse the dinner because of "no appetite", but Song Yu didn't mean to refuse, he said "OK" and sat down.
There was only the tinkling sound of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table. Song Yu drank a bowl of millet porridge and ate a bowl of steamed eggs for the first time.
Song Yu was a little too calm, but Zhou Yanqing felt a little uneasy.
Putting the empty water glass into the dishwasher in the kitchen, Song Yu came out again. He stood at the kitchen door and said, "I've worked hard for you today, go to bed early."
Zhou Yanqing put the stacked dinner plate on the corner of the dining table, and replied: "It's not hard, it should be."
Song Yu's half-dried hair was completely dry at this time, and it hung softly on his forehead, making him look more peaceful who was already gentle on weekdays. He took out a bank card from the pocket of the bathrobe and put it on the bar: "In the future, you will use the money in this card for everything you buy at home. The password is the same as the gate password."
After speaking, Song Yu turned around and walked towards the stairs.
Zhou Yanqing's hands were hanging under the table, rubbing the tablecloth for a stroll. The nightmare in the afternoon has been lingering in his mind for a long time, disturbing his mind. Seeing that Song Yu's feet had already stepped up the stairs, he couldn't help calling out to Song Yu.
"Teacher Song!"
Song Yu stopped but didn't look back.
Zhou Yan bit his lip lightly, and unconsciously raised his voice: "Are you okay?"
Song Yu stared at the dark brown solid wood stairs extending upward step by step, distractedly remembering the complicated look in Zhou Yanqing's eyes when he stood in front of him today after he was beaten by Wen Wan. There is sympathy, resentment, and surprise, mixed into a "distressed" that makes it hard not to be touched.
Taking Zhou Yanqing to the nursing home was originally out of plan, and Song Yu never thought of letting Zhou Yanqing follow him to the ward.
Today was the first time he went to see Wen Wan after he was reborn. After experiencing the same betrayal, he suddenly understood Wen Wan. He thought he could face her calmly. But when the automatic door of the nursing home opened, he became anxious. When he was hesitating in the hall, he thought of Zhou Yanqing, so he deviated from his original intention, knocked on the car window accidentally, and took Zhou Yanqing into the ward locked in the iron gate.
Zhou Yanqing has a strange quality that can calm people down quickly. When he is awakened by a nightmare, when he has an anxiety attack, and when he hesitates, he can quickly calm Song Yu's anxiety.
Zhou Yanqing didn't ask any more questions, nor did he urge him, but he still stood there and looked up at Song Yu.
Song Yu never looked back, his Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, and he finally spoke in the face of the illusory air: "My mother is a woman who has been nurtured by love since she was a child. She is pure and innocent, and has never encountered any setbacks in life Her beauty is based on her trust and dependence on her parents and her husband. My grandparents passed away one after another and my father’s betrayal of marriage completely destroyed the peach blossom garden she built and all her beliefs. She used to How much I love my father, how much I hated my father later, she forgot everything, only remembering my father's betrayal back then. My father and I look very similar, and every time my mother has a fit, he will call him Name, I let her vent, and she will be stable for a while."
"Why?" Zhou Yan blurted out lightly.
Why should you bear the mistakes your father made.
"Why..."
Song Yumo read these three words, and he had asked them many times in his previous life. When Wen Wan first hallucinated him as Song Yanshan and cursed him with vicious words. When Wen Wan cut her wrist and was lying on the hospital bed. When Wen Wan was crying and laughing wildly with Song Yanshan's photo.
But Wen Wan has gone crazy, unable to give an answer, he also gave up the answer.
In the beginning, he took the punishment that should belong to Song Yanshan with hatred, but then he gradually became numb, and finally he took on the role of "the punished" with a vengeful mentality.
He hoped that Wen Wan would wake up one day, and let him and her take a good look at how she pinned all her hatred on her son to survive.
It's a pity that he didn't wait for the day when she was gentle and sober. She exhausted herself and died peacefully one morning.
After rebirth, Song Yu let go of this hatred with ease, and after being betrayed by Meng Shiping and Han Jin, he understood Wen Wan.
Song Yu didn't say much, but Zhou Yanqing miraculously felt that he understood the other party's hard-to-spoken thoughts.
He took a step forward, looked hard at Song Yu's lonely back, and said softly, "Mr. Song, if you don't want to go to the nursing home, then don't go. I'll go for you."
Zhou Yanqing didn't mean to ask for opinions, he had already made up his mind in his heart, and gave his number to Aunt Zhao first.
Song Yu stopped where he was, and after a long time he replied: "Thank you."
Zhou Yanqing: "Good night, sweet dreams."
Back in the room, Song Yu sat on the bay window without turning on the light.
There is a large terrace outside his room. With the peripheral light of the city's brilliant lights, he can see a few pots of neglected but tenacious cacti in the corner.
Leaning against the wall, he let out a deep breath, telling out the heavy secret buried in his heart gave him a sense of relief, but he regretted saying too much on the spur of the moment.
Originally, he just wanted to use some innocuous little secrets in exchange for Zhou Yanqing's absolute sincerity, but the other party's wet eyes and clear and warm voice seemed to be magical and very confusing, so he couldn't help but tell about Wen Wan .
Song Yu closed his eyes, Zhou Yanqing's sympathetic and distressed eyes in Wen Wan's ward in the afternoon lingered in his mind, and he couldn't help thinking of the day when he took Han Jin to see Wen Wan for the first time.
At that time, Han Jin had been chasing him for a long time, and he was in a state of uncertainty. On the one hand, he was moved by Han Jin's straightforwardness and persistence.
On the one hand, he was shaken by his illness, career and family concerns.
That day when he got off the set early and came home from the set, Han Jin made an excuse that he wanted to take his car back to the city. It was not the first time that Han Jin sat in this kind of thing, Song Yu reluctantly agreed. Not long after the car left, he received a call from the nursing home, saying that Wen Wan's situation was not good, and it happened that Meng Shiping was not there that day, so he took Han Jin to the nursing home on impulse.
He wanted to show Han Jin his ugly, incompetent, and real side, so as to achieve the purpose of forcing Han Jin back.
Wen Wan went crazy that day just like today, Han Jin didn't show a trace of disgust or sympathy, but stood in front of him firmly and said: "Brother Song, do you think this will scare me away? It will only make me worse To love you firmly, to accompany you, to protect you."
This sentence is the beginning of the balance in his heart slowly tilting, heh, now that I think about it, it is so ironic and ironic.
Song Yu laughed at himself and got up, and walked into the bathroom calmly.