In the car, Zhou Yan easily fell asleep with his head tilted and leaning against the headrest, breathing evenly and motionless along the way.
The car stopped, and Song Yu couldn't bear to wake him up, but Zhou Yanqing opened his eyes as if he had installed a radar, looked around in a daze, and finally looked at Song Yu: "Mr. Song... why are you here?" this?"
Yep, broken again.
Song Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He got out of the car first and walked to the passenger side, and opened the door lightly for Zhou Yan, "Let's go home."
After entering the house, Song Yu helped Zhou Yanqing change his shoes, and helped him sit down on the sofa in the living room. Zhou Yanqing's whole body was limp, unable to exert any strength, so he lay down on his crooked body.
Song Yu had nothing to do with him, and thought the drunk assistant was quite interesting.
He squatted down, stared at Zhou Yanqing with a smile on his eyes, and asked him, "Want to drink water?"
Zhou Yanqing's out-of-focus pupils slowly focused, and the reflex arc was so long that Song Yu's legs were numb from squatting, so he licked his dry lips and said, "I want to."
Song Yu teased him: "Then you call me."
"Call... you?" Zhou Yan frowned lightly, and called out uncertainly, "Song Yu?"
"You are quite good at taking advantage of me while drunk." Song Yu feigned dissatisfaction, flicked the tip of his nose with his finger, stared at Zhou Yan for two seconds, and said in a low voice, "Call me a good brother? "
Zhou Yanqing was really drunk, his eyes were slack, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Song Yu seriously, and said uncertainly: "Okay... brother?"
Song Yu simply sat on the ground. This afternoon, Monica said that Zhou Yanqing looked like a puppy, and now she really looks like a little golden retriever. The wet eyes shone brightly, and the mouth was slightly pouted, as if he had been wronged a lot.
Song Yu said to him in the tone of teasing a puppy: "The tone is wrong, okay, brother, brother, you have to call it that way."
Zhou Yan rolled his eyes lightly, and for some unknown reason, he suddenly covered his face with his hands.
Song Yu admitted that his heart had softened, and he couldn't bear to tease him anymore. Just as he got up and was about to leave, the person with his face buried in his palm suddenly called out "good brother" sullenly.
Zhou Yan's light voice was not much louder than a mosquito's cry, but Song Yu listened to it clearly, and smiled muffledly, and the depression that had been lingering in his heart after seeing Han Jin in the afternoon suddenly disappeared.
He was in a good mood, bent down and stroked Zhou Yanqing's soft hair: "Good boy."
Honey water is the most suitable for relieving hangovers, but Song Yu searched the kitchen for a long time but couldn't find honey, so he had to heat a glass of milk in the end.
When he returned to the living room with the cup, the sofa was empty, and Zhou Yanqing was already lying on the ground. Fortunately, there was a thick carpet on the ground, which was very warm. Putting the milk on the coffee table, Song Yu also sat on the ground. He followed Zhou Yanqing's gaze and found that Zhou Yanqing was staring intently at the row of spotlights diagonally above.
"What are you looking at?" Song Yu asked.
Zhou Yanqing's body trembled, as if he had been taken aback, he slowly raised his head to look at Song Yu, and murmured in disbelief: "Teacher Song?"
Song Yu frowned, keenly feeling that something was wrong with Zhou Yanqing at this moment, he opened his mouth before he could say anything, Zhou Yanqing suddenly swept away the limp drunken state before and sat up.
"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked carefully.
Zhou Yanqing's eyes suddenly turned red, he took a step forward, slowly stretched out his hand, hesitated a few times before making up his mind to grab Song Yu's hand.
He carefully felt the dampness and warmth of Song Yu's palm, exerted some strength to hold it tightly, choked up and asked, "Is it really you?"
Song Yu didn't speak, and quietly looked at the tears in each other's eyes.
This scene is very familiar. Zhou Yanqing had a fever and had nightmares on the island two days ago. After waking up, he also asked absently with tears in his eyes: "Mr. Song, is that you?"
That kind of look and expression is like the disbelief and worry about gain and loss after something important is lost and recovered.
"It's me." Song Yu frowned and replied in a deep voice.
The tears in Zhou Yanqing's eyes condensed into teardrops and rolled down his cheeks. He wiped them hastily, raised his head and pointed in the direction of the spotlight, and said in a happy tone, "Teacher Song, did you see that there is something missing there?" a lamp."
Song Yu felt his scalp go numb, what light is missing
The light from the spotlights was reflected on the clean marble coffee table, and there were not many of them. The only thing missing was the dazzling chandelier that Han Jin asked someone to install.
A terrible idea suddenly appeared in his mind, which made his limbs stiff and his body cold.
He stared closely at Zhou Yanqing's eyes, and asked tremblingly, "What light is missing?"
Zhou Yan frowned lightly, then pointed to the top of his head: "There, did you see it?"
Song Yu raised his head slowly again, a spotlight flashed twice and then went out.
Song Yu's back was stiff, and he was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses. He put his head on Zhou Yanqing's shoulder, and let out a heavy breath: "You scared me to death."
It turned out that one of the spotlights was really broken.
Song Yu let out a deep breath, and laughed dumbfounded at his absurd thought just now, he almost thought that Zhou Yanqing also came from time travel.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, if Zhou Yanqing is really reborn, it is impossible to know that there is a chandelier in his house, they have never seen it before, and rebirth is not like playing a game. Just start over.
Zhou Yan lightly saw that Song Yu was resting on his shoulder and kept silent. He sniffed and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug Song Yu, and gently stroked the smooth hair on the back of the other's head. It’s gone, don’t be afraid, I will protect you, I will help you catch snakes, and catch all the snakes around you.”
snake
Song Yu couldn't laugh or cry, it turned out that Zhou Yanqing was really just drunk and talking nonsense. His hanging heart fell heavily, but what Zhou Yanqing whispered in his ear still touched him deeply.
He quietly buried his face on Zhou Yanqing's hard and narrow shoulders, which made him ache, but he felt very safe. Even if it's just for a moment, even if it's just drunk talk, he still wants to feel the feeling of being protected after a long time.
The two sat facing each other for a while, before Song Yu asked Zhou Yan to drink the cold milk, and then helped him into the room.
This was Song Yu's first time entering Zhou Yanqing's room, and it was as clean and tidy as imagined. He lightly took off his coat for Zhou Yan, went to the bathroom and twisted a towel to wipe his face and hands.
Zhou Yanqing was so sleepy that his eyelids were clenched, but he couldn't bear to sleep, and just as he closed his eyes, he opened them suddenly to confirm that Song Yu was still there.
After repeating this several times, Song Yu was amused. He sat on the edge of the bed, covered Zhou Yanqing's eyes with his hand, and said softly, "Sleep, I'm here."
Zhou Yanqing didn't have the strength and willpower to resist at all, and fell asleep in less than a minute with the warm palm on his face.
The breathing of the person on the bed became long and steady, and Song Yu withdrew his hand. He concentrated on looking at Zhou Yanqing's reddened eyes, and suddenly remembered that dinner was what Chen Ying said about "longing".
"When you feel desire and want to satisfy desire, the changes in you will be amazing. You start to desire to eat, desire to listen, desire to express, desire to love, desire to be valued, desire to have friends and so on and so on."
Everything that Chen Ying said corresponds to it.
He will be greedy for the wonton soaked in chili oil in Zhou Yanqing's bowl, he will want to tell Zhou Yanqing the gentle things, and he will take action to change his image among the employees. Everything cannot be separated from Zhou Yanqing's influence. The appearance of this young man subtly changed his lifeless life and changed many of his thoughts.
Song Yu had an absurd idea, what would it be like if Zhou Yanqing had known Zhou Yanqing in his previous life
It's absurd enough, it's not enough to do it all over again, do you still have the extravagant hope to go back again
Song Yu laughed at himself, he shook his head, tucked the quilt lightly for Zhou Yan, turned off the light and walked out of the room.