Some people around were holding up their phones to take photos or videos, but due to the large crowds, I could only raise my phone with difficulty, trying to get a clear picture over the heads of the people.

Qin Shu picked up the phone.

He was tall and in a close position, so no one could stop him and the picture was clear and stable.

As the crimson clouds gradually dissipated, the sound of the piano disappeared.

Song Yunhui stood up, turned around and prepared to walk towards Qin Shu.

Suddenly, applause broke out.

Song Yunhui...Song Yunhui took a step back.

Afterwards, as if he had realized what was happening, he bowed slightly to express his gratitude, and after coming down, he said "thank you" to the staff.

It has been a long time since I was applauded like this, and I was a little uncomfortable for a while.

Although he was not used to it, he still performed the moves smoothly.

This is something that is ingrained in our bones and can never be forgotten or changed.

Song Yun slipped away so quickly that the staff member only had time to reply "You're welcome". Before he could say anything else, he had already blended into the crowd and disappeared.

Pulling Qin Shu to a less crowded place, Song Yunhui briefly took off his mask and exhaled, then looked up and asked, "Does it sound good?"

Qin Shu looked at the other person's eyes shining under the light and said, "It sounds good."

There is no unnecessary or exaggerated praise. These are just two simple words, but they are very serious and obviously not said out of perfunctory attitude.

Song Yun smiled and said, "If you want to hear more in the future, just tell me. I know a lot."

Qin Shu nodded.

The travel route had been arranged long before they set out, and after a day of sightseeing they returned to the starting point. The parking lot where they first parked the car was nearby and could be reached in just a few steps.

On the way back, Song Yunhui still sat in the passenger seat.

It was already getting dark, and the lights inside the car were turned on, dimly lit.

After playing for a whole day, I was very excited, but when I relaxed, I felt tired.

Finally, Song Yunhui tilted his head and fell asleep on the spot.

My hands lost strength and with a slight sound, the phone slipped and fell onto the mat at my feet.

After looking at the rearview mirror, Qin Shu turned on the turn signal and then pulled over.

He unbuckled his seat belt, bent over the barrier and picked up his fallen cell phone.

The phone is set to always be on, so you can clearly see the interface the moment you pick it up.

Song Yunhui is looking at the photos taken today.

There are many photos, some of him, some of himself, some of the two of them in the same frame, and many landscapes.

Qin Shu inexplicably thought of the big-eyed boy that Song Yunhui had cancelled. He had many landscape photos before, but not a single photo with friends.

In his impression, Song Yunhui always likes to record and share.

“…”

Qin Shu turned off the screen of his phone, put it away, fastened his seat belt and restarted it.

The car slowed down and drove very steadily all the way home.

Qin Shu patted Song Yunhui and said, "We're here."

The car was very quiet. Qin Shu's voice was very soft, echoing in his ears like a stereo reverberation.

Song Yun opened his eyes, his gaze was unfocused, and then he blinked, then slowly came back to his senses.

He took the phone from Qin Shu and slowly unbuckled his seat belt. He waved to him and said, "I am very happy today. Goodbye."

"goodbye."

Song Yunhui opened the door yawning, then went into the kitchen and drank some water.

After getting off the car, I felt the fresh air and drank some cold water, and my sleepiness has completely disappeared.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he lay on the sofa and opened his eyes out of habit.

After Big Eyes went in, he recommended some nearby hot spots to him.

There is another surge in popularity later.

【B City Music Plaza, enjoy a romantic sunset with you】

It was very literary, the kind he would normally ignore.

But the "B City Music Plaza" in front of it is inexplicably concerning.

Song Yunhui finally clicked on it.

He is a blogger. He posted several videos in one breath this evening. Judging from the background, they were all shot at the Music Square in City B.

He found himself on it, still in the video at the top.

The others didn't notice much, but Song Yunhui was fully aware of the thread of his clothes.

Very conspicuous.

[WoC originally was a pure entertainment scene, but something seems to have been mixed in (.) PS: the hoodie looks great]

[What a handsome guy! Even after covering up, you can still tell that he is a handsome guy! ]

[Today at the scene, after the pink guy went up, no one dared to touch the piano. The game started so big, who would dare to go up? QAQ]

[I want all the information about this pink guy within three minutes]

【……】

There were a lot of comments following it, but Song Yun didn't read them. He only read the first few sentences which all revolved around the color pink. He briefly thought about the group photo he had just wanted to post today, and finally fell silent.

“…”

There is not a single one that is not a fan.

The hand that was about to send a message to Big Eyes was successfully restrained.

Let’s just read the comics.

In the dim bar with bright lights and wine, men and women were twisting their bodies on the dance floor, and the atmosphere was already very hot.

Walking through the crowd and finding a booth in the corner, Zhong Xu took the wine glass handed to him by his friend, untied his tie, tilted his head back and took a sip.

It's filled with water.

The man in trendy brand clothes, with his Adam's apple bouncing, looked at the suit jacket hanging in his arm and smacked his lips with emotion, "Social elite."

Zhong Xu ignored him and said, "At least put some drinks in it."

Everyone else laughed.

Unlike previous gatherings with a large group of people, this time everyone present were friends and the atmosphere was relaxed.

The main thing is that if we want Zhong Xu to come, this is the only way. No other outsider will do.

Zhang Jia, who was delivering water, said, "You just got out of the hospital, drink more water."

Others praised him, saying, "You went to work right after you were discharged from the hospital. If your company doesn't make money, then who will?"

Zhong Xu uttered a "huh".

The lights in the bar flickered, illuminating his tired eyes for a moment.

People say Zhong Xu is a workaholic, and he really is.

He started working right after being discharged from the hospital and even worked overtime every day. He was indeed a little different from the other people who occasionally went to the company to spend their days.

Several people came quietly around and asked in low voices, "I heard that Song Zishu from the Song family came to see you when you were in the hospital?"

His brows wrinkled slightly for a moment, and Zhong Xu nodded: "I have been here."

"Let's be honest," Zhang Jia said, "Song Zishu is not as good-looking as Song Yunhui, but he has a good personality and cares about you. You said you work every day now, wouldn't it be nice to find someone to relax and talk with?"

Zhong Xu didn't nod, just took a sip of water.

"Things are not what you think."

Seeing his attitude, the others looked at each other, and then Si did not hide his surprise, "Song Yun pursued you before, you don't really want to talk to him, right?"

Song Yunhui is a star, but he is not an exhibitionist. He does not announce his pursuit of someone to the whole world, but those who usually get along well with Zhong Xu can easily discover it.

To be honest, if the other party was not well-known in the circle for his bad character, if the other party pursued them, there might not be a need for him to pursue them, because they would have already attached themselves to him a long time ago.

But the bad thing is that the other person has bad character.

They didn't think Zhong Xu was a person who only cared about looks, and from the beginning they didn't think Song Yunhui could catch up with her.

Zhong Xu said nothing.

His attitude is a bit weird.

"You wouldn't... Think carefully about who he is!"

There was a brief silence.

Zhong Xu put down the cup in his hand and said, "I know who he is."

Someone next to me said, "You and him are neither hot nor cold, and you have only known each other for a short time, so don't jump to conclusions."

After he said this, he saw Zhong Xu raised his head and looked at him.

...or maybe not looking at him.

The other person's pupils are slightly dilated and unfocused, as if he is distracted?

Zhong Xu was indeed distracted.

The words just now pierced straight into his mind.

They believed that he and Song Yunhui had "only known each other for a short time".

But they actually knew each other since childhood.

Why did they think that he and Song Yunhui had only known each other for a short time?

Zhong Xu thought back slowly.

It seems like that.

Since he started working, he and Song Yunhui rarely see each other, not because he is busy, but because of other reasons.

But he couldn't remember what it was.

That’s not right either.

It seemed like even longer ago, so long ago, when I was in high school, he and I were no longer in the same relationship as before.

What was it like then? He played his own games, and Song Yunhui spent every day with his deskmate whose face he could not remember.

There were many more things that he seemed to have forgotten. Zhong Xu thought about it for a moment and his head began to hurt.

Car accident sequelae?

Zhong Xu didn't intend to think too much about it, and the people around him didn't notice it either. They just continued to talk about the topic, thinking that it would be Song Yun's father Song Cheng's birthday in a few days.

"Song Yunhui made such a big fuss about this. I heard that Director Song asked him to go back, but he didn't. I don't know if he will come back for Director Song's birthday this time."

As others discussed, Zhong Xu said, "He will come back."

He understood very well how much Song Yunhui valued Song Cheng and Song Yunyang. No matter how chaotic the situation was, he would come back at this time.

Then we can have a good talk and make everything clear.

They haven't had a good communication for a long time.

The others looked at him, wanting to say something, but stopped in the end.

A gathering where only water is drunk is not destined to last long.

The others knew that Zhong Xu had to go to work the next day, so they didn't keep him any longer and let him go after chatting with him.

The place where he lives is not too far from here. In order to go to work, Zhong Xu bought a house nearby and usually comes back here after get off work.

There was no one in the room, no light, only the city's unique light pollution illuminated the floor near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He opened his cell phone and checked the date, then turned on the light, poured himself a glass of water, and casually picked up the photo frame that had fallen on the table.

The room was quiet.

"Hmm? Birthday?"

The French windows were wide open, and the cool night breeze poured into the room, blowing away the laughter. "Really? I don't remember."

Song Yunhui sank into the sofa, listening to the other party's words, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, "No reply."

The noise from the other side became louder, so Song Yunhui lowered his eyes and held the phone farther away.

After the other party finished speaking and there was silence for a moment, he said, "Song Yunyang, I know what you are thinking."

With fatigue in his eyes, Song Yun replied:

"After working so hard for so many years, I get tired too."

He said, "I wish you and your family of four happiness and joy."