hospital

It was the transition from autumn to winter, and this year's winter came especially quickly and was especially cold. There were only a few leaves left on the tree outside the ward, with only a few still hanging here and there.

The people in the ward have already sat up.

The hospital gown had been changed and neatly folded on the bed.

The young man stood beside the bed, wearing only a thin shirt.

Having been lying in the hospital bed for too long, his slightly long hair hung down, but it could not cover his handsome eyebrows and eyes.

He was the only one in the room, with only a cell phone in his hand.

The nurse poked her head out of the door and said to him, "Mr. Song, are you done?"

Song Yunhui casually put his phone into his trouser pocket and said, "Okay."

He had a faint smile on his face. Having just recovered from a long illness, his complexion was still a little pale, but he looked much more energetic than when he was in the hospital.

After saying goodbye to the doctor and taking photos as per the routine, Song Yunhui left. He stood on the roadside on one side of the hospital, watching the cars passing by and the patients being taken out of the hospital, with no change in his expression.

He was discharged from the hospital today, but no one from the huge Song family came to pick him up. He was not surprised at all.

Because he knew that he was just a supporting role.

Previously, he rescued an actor who slipped and fell into the lake, but he fainted just after he got ashore and before he could stand up straight. It was said that he hit his head on a rock.

After he fell into a coma, he had a dream. He dreamed that this world was a novel, the protagonist was his stepmother's child, that is, his younger brother, and he was a supporting role, used as cannon fodder to show how successful the protagonist was.

He is unpopular and no one likes him. He is a natural dislike.

He is the young master of the Lin family, but not entirely.

At least he was not qualified to have the Song family send a large force to pick him up.

Song Yunhui wore a mask and hailed a taxi.

He still has some things in the Song family's old house, not many, and he needs to take them all away this time he goes back.

The Song family's old house was halfway up the mountain. After nearly an hour's drive, when he got off the car, Song Yunhui couldn't help yawning.

The driver sat in the car, looking at the gate of the elegant manor through the window glass, then glanced at Song Yunhui, who was dressed completely ordinary except for his outstanding figure, and then silently withdrew his gaze.

Hearing the sound of a car, someone in the old house looked towards the door and saw Song Yunhui standing there.

The last person to open the door was the butler Chen Bo.

Seeing the person who was supposed to be lying in the hospital suddenly appear, he suppressed his doubts and said as he walked, "Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were leaving the hospital? The house could have sent someone to pick you up."

Uncle Chen said this, but he felt a little guilty.

After seeing Song Yunhui, he remembered that there seemed to be a call from the hospital a few days ago, but he was in a hurry to deal with his grandfather's affairs at that time, so he just answered a few perfunctorily.

Now that I think about it, that should have been the call from the hospital informing them that Song Yunhui was going to be discharged.

Uncle Chen felt guilty, but he was not afraid.

The second young master is like this, he has a good temper and can accept anything these people do with a smile.

Hearing this, he turned around, but saw that Song Yunhui didn't say anything. He just looked around the room with a calm look in his eyes.

It was the first time that Uncle Chen saw this kind of expression on Song Yunhui's face.

That face that always had a smile on it suddenly made people feel uneasy once the smile disappeared.

Uncle Chen followed Song Yunhui's line of sight and thought he was looking for Song Fei, so he quickly explained, "Master and the others are all in the company."

Song Yun replied with an "Oh".

Uncle Chen felt a growing sense of strangeness.

Song Yunhui should have been disappointed and regretful when he came back and couldn't see the old master and the eldest master.

Instead of being... indifferent like now?

As if there were no surprises at all.

Song Yun went straight back to his room.

He should have had expectations for this home before, but the two months in the hospital were enough for him to calmly reflect on everything that had happened before, and to break free from the feeling of being shrouded in a fog.

Expectations? No expectations.

His room was on the second floor, the one with the best light. It had been chosen before he was born, and it was the only proof that he had ever been expected by anyone.

The room was very tidy and there was not much in it. Song Yunhui took out a suitcase from the closet and casually packed a few clothes and some other things. In the end, one of the suitcases was still half empty.

Before leaving, Song Yunhui checked the room one last time. After finding that he had not forgotten anything, he closed the door and left the room.

Uncle Chen, who was still downstairs, saw him come down again not long after he went upstairs with a suitcase in his hands. He asked, "Young Master, are you going out again?"

The young master was the same. This was the way things were for people in their line of work, and they often had to travel far away, so he was no longer surprised.

Song Yunhui nodded.

Uncle Chen didn't ask him when he would be back, and he didn't say either.

But when he reached the door, Song Yun turned around and said, "Uncle Chen, take care."

Long, long ago, this old man with gray hair would hold his hand and play games in the small garden every day.

Uncle Chen was stunned for a moment, then nodded, still feeling that something was a little strange.

The taxi was still waiting for him outside. After he put the suitcase in the trunk, the driver drove him away.

The yellow car body disappeared from sight.

Song Yunhui asked the taxi driver to take him to the airport.

After getting on the plane, he took out his cell phone and took a look at it.

There were a few messages here and there, mostly from his agents.

To be more precise, it should be the former agent.

Just yesterday, after a month-long negotiation with the company, both parties finally finalized all the details and naturally terminated the contract.

Although he is hated by everyone on the Internet, at least he has some fame. His agent does not want to give up and is still trying to persuade him to sign another contract.

Song Yunhui gave a negative answer and then blocked the agent.

He knew very well what kind of character a broker was.

After blocking the broker and opening Big Eyes, the phone froze for a while before it could run normally.

After entering the software, the homepage appears. Even if you don’t pay special attention, you can see the news that he has terminated his contract with the company floating on it.

As for the termination of the contract, as long as he doesn't say anything, the company will not take the initiative to say it, at least at this stage, and the termination of the contract is just speculation by netizens.

But it's just a guess, and it can still be on the homepage.

It can be seen that netizens are eager for him to terminate his contract and retire from the entertainment industry.

The phone was still a little stuck. Song Yun tried to switch to other pages but couldn't, and finally got stuck in another interface.

It happens to be the entry about myself.

[Did Song Yun withdraw from the circle today? Ask again if there is no tomorrow]

[Why is it suddenly spreading again? It was also spreading two months ago. I waited for two months, but it’s still just a rumor.]

[Don't wait any longer. Even if he is a black-and-white celebrity, he is already so popular. How can he bear to quit the entertainment circle? ]

[What I’m saying is, if he dares to quit the entertainment industry, I’ll dare to take the postgraduate entrance examination]

[He hasn't spoken for so long, is he planning something big? ]

[This is like pushing someone into the water and making them afraid to come out]

No surprise.

The phone finally returned to normal. Knowing that what he saw was probably the same, Song Yunhui did not read the private messages from the backstage, nor did he read the various comments on the Internet. It took him a few minutes to cancel the account.

In just a dozen days, the account will be completely cancelled.

After finishing his work, he felt sleepy, so he set an alarm and closed his eyes.

After getting off the plane, he took the high-speed rail and finally a taxi. Song Yunhui finally arrived at his destination in the evening.

The first thing he did after waking up from a hit on his head was to start working on terminating the contract, and the second thing he did was to find someone to clean out the house he had bought for his retirement.

The house was located in a very remote area, on the outskirts of a southern city. He had come across it by chance when he was on location shooting. The climate was good and the environment was comfortable, so he bought it.

I didn't expect to use it at this time.

The house is a small detached house with a garden, but it is still covered with weeds and some unknown flowers.

The red-orange clouds stretch across the sky, and you can easily feel the passage of time.

Song Yunhui let out a shallow breath.

The air here is much better than in Kyoto, and I felt a sense of relaxation after a long time.

The wheels of the suitcase spun on the ground and he opened the door, then fumbled around the edge and found the light switch.

As soon as the light was turned on, the room became bright instantly.

The housekeeper had been to the house before and had opened the windows as he requested. Wind was blowing in and it was a little cold, but comfortable.

With his hair slightly lifted by the wind, Song Yunhui picked up the suitcase and walked to the living room, then into the master bedroom.