The afternoon shooting ended smoothly in the afterglow of the setting sun on the island. It was evening when we came and it was still evening when we left. Everyone bid farewell to Yanyu Village under the orange-red sunset.
In order to avoid confusion caused by many people traveling together at the airport, all the guests arrived at the airport by the shuttle bus arranged by the program separately, so Zhou Yanqing did not see Han Jin again until boarding the plane.
Meng Shiping called Brother Ji Lin to pick him up at the airport, and it was already nine o'clock in the evening when he got home.
The car stopped in the underground parking lot of the community. Meng Shiping, who was sitting in the co-pilot, turned his head and asked, "Do you want to go to the company tomorrow?"
Song Yu glanced at Zhou Yanqing, shook his head and said, "No, I've been very tired for the past two days, so take a day off tomorrow."
"Okay, then I won't send you up, I'll go home directly."
"good."
Back in the luxurious and comfortable big house, Zhou Yanqing almost wanted to lie on the sofa and laugh three times to express his fatigue these days.
When he first moved in, he was very cautious. Many high-tech electrical appliances in Song Yu’s house, as well as some supplies and decorations for which he could not figure out what they were for, made him walk on eggshells. He was afraid that he would not be able to pay for something broken, so he lived for a while. Over time, he has increasingly regarded this place as his own home.
Thinking that he would move out of here sooner or later, Zhou Yanqing quickly shook his head, he couldn't lose himself in such a luxurious life.
"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked seeing Zhou Yan lightly holding the water glass in a daze.
"It's okay." Zhou Yanqing came back to his senses, "Teacher Song, drink a glass of water. Are you hungry? Do you want to cook something?"
Song Yu smiled, "No, I'm going upstairs to take a shower and go to bed."
Only then did Zhou Yanqing remember that she forgot to ask Song Yu what time she left her room last night, but it must have been very late. Thinking of the two of them being alone in the small room last night, as well as the embarrassing words she said with a fever, Zhou Yanqing's face burned again.
He buried his head in arranging the suitcase to distract himself. Song Yu walked up to him, stroked his black and soft hair, and said, "Tomorrow is plenty of time, and the fever is just right. Let's go to bed early today."
Bursts of enthusiasm welled up in Zhou Yanqing's heart, he restrained his nervousness and nodded slightly.
The next day, Zhou Yanqing woke up at 9 o'clock. I forgot to charge my phone last night and turned off automatically. Of course the alarm clock didn't go off. Usually his biological clock is quite punctual, and he usually wakes up before the alarm clock goes off. The running around for the past two days is really exhausting, and he overslept if he didn't pay attention.
He got up in a hurry, ran to the living room unkempt, tripped over the carpet in the living room, and almost fell.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Song Yu leaned on the sofa and saw this scene.
Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment, rubbing his sore eyes to see Song Yu who was leaning on the sofa reading a book.
He scratched his messy hair and said in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I overslept. What do you want for breakfast?"
Zhou Yanqing's hair like a bird's nest made Song Yu laugh: "I ordered takeaway, it should be here soon, go wash up and have breakfast."
Zhou Yanqing could only smile awkwardly and say "Okay", he was about to leave and Song Yu stopped him again, "If you don't go to the company in the future, you can sleep in if you want, don't worry about my breakfast, I will take care of it myself. "
"No, no, no," Zhou Yan waved his hands lightly, "It was agreed at the beginning, I will be responsible for cooking to deduct the rent, and I will not oversleep next time."
The little assistant's attitude was so firm, Song Yu didn't insist anymore.
He just saw Zhou Yanqing's bleary-eyed look, and he couldn't help but think of last night in the small room in Yanyu Village, Zhou Yanqing had a fever and slept soundly, and he licked his lips when he changed the towel. For a moment, it seemed to be a dream of delicious food.
Song Yu suffers from sleep disorders all the year round, so he is a little envious of people who sleep well, so he wants to indulge Zhou Yan to sleep late.
After breakfast, Zhou Yanqing was clearing the dining table when the phone in his pocket rang.
Song Yu was still leaning on the sofa reading a book, Zhou Yan turned lightly and went into the room to answer the phone.
"Xiao Zhou, it's me, I'm Aunt Zhao." The gentle voice of the nurse, Aunt Zhao, came from the phone.
Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Aunt Zhao, what's wrong with Aunt Wen?"
"No, no, don't worry, I just want to tell you good news. When my wife woke up this morning, she suddenly told me to go out for a walk. Usually, she can't resist when I take him to the garden. "
"Really?" Zhou Yanqing was both surprised and happy.
"Really, I think it must be because you asked me to show my wife those photos every day. I feel that my wife is showing signs of improvement recently."
Aunt Zhao's joy almost overflowed from the phone, Zhou Yanqing chatted with her about the gentle recent situation before hanging up the phone.
After returning from the nursing home last time, Zhou Yanqing kept in touch with Aunt Zhao so that she could keep abreast of Wen Wan's condition.
He also sent Aunt Zhao an old tablet of his own, which stored many beautiful landscape pictures and short videos of scenery from all over the world. He asked Aunt Zhao to show Wen Wan every day.
Zhou Yanqing didn't know if this method would be effective for the gentleness that the doctor couldn't do anything about, but he believed that human nature always yearns for beauty, and Wenwan's life has also experienced beauty, so he hoped to use this method to awaken some gentleness. The benign memory in Wan's mind.
In addition to these, he will also send one or two photos of Song Yu to Aunt Zhao every day, and ask Aunt Zhao to relay some of Song Yu's daily chores to Wen Wan.
Song Yu said that he and his father looked very similar. Zhou Yanqing was worried that the photos of Song Yu's face would be too irritating to Wen Wan, so he only sent some photos of his back or profile. According to Aunt Zhao, Wen Wan did not resist, and then Cooperating with Aunt Zhao's soft-spoken exhortations, it seems to be effective.
Zhou Yan jumped forward lightly, lying on the bed giggling for a long time.
With the mobile phone in his hand, he suddenly had a plan in his mind. Today's rare rest should not be wasted, so he got up conveniently and ran to the living room.
"Mr. Song, if I don't go to the company today, can I go out for a while?" Zhou Yanqing stood in front of Song Yu and asked a little cautiously. After all, this is the second time he has asked for leave after joining the company, but he is sure that Song Yu Definitely agree.
Sure enough, Song Yu put down the book and said, "Today is a rest, you can arrange it freely."
"Thank you, Teacher Song!" Zhou Yanqing wanted to slip away after finishing speaking.
Song Yu asked again: "Are you going out?"
"Well, I'm going back to school to take care of some things, and treat my roommate to dinner by the way."
"roommate?"
"Yes, college roommate."
"Then you go, you can come back later, I will take care of lunch and dinner by myself."