It’s not that Song Yunhui didn’t know this; he had always known it very well.

He had always known that Song Yunyang, the brother who his mother had always been looking forward to seeing when he was a child, hated him and believed that he was responsible for his mother's death.

He had argued, tried hard, and attempted to communicate despite being ignored, thinking that one day Song Yunyang would change his mind.

That short and happy childhood taught him to be sunny and positive, but no one can maintain those few years of positivity for the rest of their life.

If you work hard, you will get a result.

Although the result was a failure.

The person on the other end of the phone probably wanted to say something, but Song Yun felt that there was no point in continuing the conversation, so he hung up.

The cold wind outside was still blowing straight into the room. He put down his phone, lifted his hair, looked at the dim ceiling, and kept his eyes closed until his eyes became physiologically sore and then he blinked slowly.

Can't sleep.

Go write a song.

***

The lights in the recording studio stayed on all night.

There were A4 papers piled up all over the floor, some of which were filled with writing, and some of which had only some meaningless scribbles on them.

Song Yunhui stood up slowly. His vision went a little dark, but it only lasted for a second or two before returning to normal.

He went to the kitchen to drink some water, and then just stood there, motionless, as if he had lost his goal.

——I haven’t seen oranges for a long time, let’s go see some oranges.

I don't know if it's doing well.

After staying up all night, Song Yunhui realized that his brain had become confused, with many inexplicable thoughts popping up in his mind, but he also felt that his thoughts were very clear, contradictory and strange.

He is a man of action, he does whatever he thinks of.

Without taking his cell phone or putting on a coat, he just walked out and headed next door.

"Boom boom boom"

Song Yunhui knocked on the door three times, then leaned his forehead against the door, took a breath, and waited for Qin Shu to open the door.

The footsteps gradually approached, and then the door opened.

The moment the door opened, Song Yunhui was still leaning against the door. He did not dodge and almost fell down. Then he seemed to be supported by something and stood steadily in place.

Qin Shu supported Song Yunhui with one hand, glanced at the thin clothes on the other person, then looked around, and then closed the door.

After entering the house, he put on his slippers and said, "I'm here to play with Chengzi."

"Orange is in the living room. I'll go find you some clothes."

Qin Shu said, and then glanced at Song Yunhui, and then said, "Forget it, I'll take you to find it."

Song Yunhui nodded.

He finally saw the orange he had been longing for.

This time, Orange didn't roll around wildly in his arms, meowing at him all the time.

Song Yunhui held the other's little furry paw, and his brows relaxed slightly.

Then, he seemed to hear a noise, and he turned around and saw Qin Shu coming down the stairs with a piece of clothing in his hand.

It's a black coat.

"I don't have any new clothes here. These are my clothes, washed. Try them on first."

Song Yunhui took the clothes and put them on slowly.

The coat was too big and the sleeves were too long, so when he put it on, only his fingertips were still visible.

Song Yun looked back at his sleeves that were too long, without saying anything or taking any other action.

Qin Shu squatted down and rolled up his sleeves twice, until they were just below his wrists.

After finishing his work, he did not leave, but reached out and touched Song Yunhui's forehead.

Song Yunhui neither resisted nor said a word, just looked at him.

Qin Shu closed his eyes, his expression did not change, and he only asked: "Have you had breakfast?"

Song Yun replied no.

Qin Shu stood up and said, "You play first, I'll go cook some porridge."

Song Yunhui rubbed Orange's head and nodded.

Maybe it was because of the training during this period that Qin Shu's abilities had greatly improved. Song Yunhui felt that it had not been long before the other party had put the porridge on the table to cool for a while and could be eaten directly.

Song Yun hugged Chengzi and slowly stood up.

There is corn in the porridge, which is sweet and warm. One bite makes you feel relaxed.

After Song Yun returned to eat, Qin Shu went to wash the dishes and prepare lunch.

When he turned around again, Song Yunhui had fallen asleep on the table.

His head was buried in his arms, his messy hair was exposed, and the dark circles under his eyes were obvious.

It's obvious that I didn't sleep last night.

Qin Shu took away Chengzi, who was still wagging his tail slowly on Song Yunhui's legs, then brought a cup of hot water, found the antipyretic medicine in the medicine box, and patted Song Yunhui gently.

"Wake up, you have a fever, take medicine and go back to sleep."

Song Yunhui was woken up in a half-asleep state, with his eyes only half open, and physiological salt water swirling in his eyes.

I don’t know whether he understood what Qin Shu said. Anyway, he took the medicine, drank water, and then continued to sleep on the table.

This time he really fell into a deep sleep.

Qin Shu lowered his eyes and rolled up his sleeves.

***

When I wake up, my eyes are open but my mind is still awake.

Song Yun turned over and continued to sleep.

Halfway through my sleep, my brain finally woke up.

Song Yun closed his eyes.

It was a strange yet somewhat familiar room.

Jian thought for a moment, then slowly sat up and saw the black coat on the bedside table.

“…”

A moment of silence.

To some extent, I am still pretty amazing. Even though I was almost stupefied, I was still able to drag this wandering soul body here.

Even played with Orange for a while.

He touched his forehead and found it wasn't too hot. He sat up, put on the black coat beside him, and then got out of bed.

My throat is dry and uncomfortable.

I want to drink water.

As soon as he reached the kitchen, he heard noises coming from the living room.

He took a look and found that it was Qin Shu who was calling.

Song Yunhui felt that it was not good to listen to someone talking on the phone, so he yawned and planned to go back to drink some water and lie down for a while before talking. However, Qin Shu spoke as he moved:

"The water on the table is cold. Drink the warm water in the thermos. If you want to sleep, drink the water and then go back to sleep."

Song Yun turned back silently as he was heading towards the entrance, drank some water obediently, and then went back to his room and fell asleep.

"Xiao Shu! Were you talking to someone just now?"

Ms. Ye Min screamed from the other end of the phone, "Is there anyone in your house?!"

For every taciturn next generation there is an overly active previous generation.

This is the case with Qin Shu, who has an overly lively mother in Ms. Ye Min.

Qin Shu ignored her address and bit off the question before she could open her mouth, "A friend."

But it didn't bite too hard.

Ye Min thought he had completely understood his son, so he didn't attack him head-on. He just asked,

"So we are friends. Although I haven't heard that you have any friends here now."

"Is your friend okay? You seem so careful. Is there something wrong?"

"If there is a problem, you must take good care of them. You should take care of your own friends, you know?"

Every word she said was about friends, and it didn't sound like she was talking about friends.

Qin Shu finally chose to remain silent and let the other party speak.

Ye Min finished what she wanted to say, then closed the conversation happily. Finally, she said, "Let's stop talking. Go take care of your friend."

After the call was hung up, Qin Shu rubbed his brows, already thinking about how the other party would make up a story with Qin Jianyuan after hanging up the phone.

As soon as she hung up the phone, Ye Min happily threw her phone into her bag, with a smile on her well-maintained face. She originally wanted to talk to the people around her, but then she suddenly remembered something, "It's over, I forgot to tell Xiaoshu that we are going to see Chengzi in a few days."

Before Qin Jianyuan, who was sitting next to her, could express his opinion, she continued, "It's okay. This is not the first time that I've suddenly gone to look for Chengzi."

Qin Jianyuan said amiably: "There is a possibility. You can contact him via WeChat."

Ye Min was selectively deaf, and then asked with concern, "Song Cheng's birthday is coming up in a few days, so it's a good time to go and see how Wen Hui's two children are doing."

The topic changed quickly, but Qin Jianyuan was able to keep up.

He knew that she really missed the two children. She had been thinking about them for so long since she left the country. He didn't say much, just said, "I'm sure they are all fine."

***

Song Yunhui finally enjoyed a lunch and dinner specially prepared for patients.

These are all must-have dishes for patients and they are all delicious.

In short, it tastes better than the quick-frozen stew you make yourself.

Maybe it was because of the warm and healthy meal, or maybe it was simply because of the antipyretic pill plus a morning and half an afternoon of sleep, Song Yunhui has now fully recovered and is full of energy.

The lively Song Yunhui took the initiative to ask Zhui and Qin Shu to wash the dishes together. After washing the dishes, it was time to play with Chengzi. After playing, they planned to go home.

When he reached the entrance, Song Yun took off his slippers halfway and touched his pocket out of habit.

I swallowed the "bye" that was about to come out of my mouth.

Qin Shu looked at his expression and asked, "You didn't bring your key?"

"You understand me."

Song Yunhui nodded, smiling stiffly, "I didn't even bring my cell phone."

When he went out, he not only left his keys and cell phone behind, but also his brain. He only took himself with him, and nothing else.

Orange came over and pestered him again, meowing.

A very pure clip cat.

Qin Shu said: "Let's sleep here today."

Song Yun put on the slippers that he had taken off halfway, picked up Chengzi, and went back to the living room.

Holding the furry cat in his arms, Song Yunhui always felt like something was missing.

What's missing?

Qin Shu handed the phone over.

"Want to read comic strips?"

Yes, comic strips.

Song Yunhui took the phone, and there was a search interface on it.

After skillfully typing in the comic blogger's name, he opened the latest comic and generously shared the screen with Qin Shu.

The comic strip is as confusing and crude as ever.

Song Yunhui laughed so hard that he fell back, and his head hit Qin Shu's shoulder behind him.

My head hit my shoulder at a subtle angle, and it was just the right pillow for me, and quite comfortable.

During this one-second pause, Song Yunhui just wanted to leave. Qin Shu still had no expression on his face and said, "You continue, it's not a problem."

Song Yunhui didn't hesitate and continued to enjoy himself.

After reading the comic, I couldn't help laughing when my mind was inevitably devastated. My fingers were completely out of control of my brain and a series of habitual "HAHAHAHAHAHA" just popped out.

Six ha, the data is accurate and error-free.

The moment I sent the message, the little red dot in the upper right corner of the phone kept flashing at an absurdly fast frequency.

...This is not my number.

Song Yun turned his head and looked at Qin Shu.

He said, "Why don't you just shark me."