The picture on the phone was clear, showing the crime clearly.

Above is Qin Shu’s avatar, Qin Shu’s name… and his own six.

【Qin Shu V: Hahahahahaha】

Song Yun replied: "..."

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't fit.

He can see it, and his fans can see it even more.

[??? There is no need to ask whether the account has been hacked.]

[woc this account must have been hacked, @customer service, please get the account back quickly]

[However, is there a possibility that someone else is logging into his account?]

[This familiar little cartoon, this familiar hahahaha, is it you, Mr. Dan? ]

【When I think about it this way, it seems to make sense】

[Wuwuwu, even if my account was hacked, at least I still have a status]

[The phone has not changed. I boldly guess that it is Mr. Dan who is using Mr. Qin’s phone.]

Mr. Dan: “…”

Boss Dan decided to keep a low profile and wait for Boss Qin's opinion on everything.

Qin Shu wanted to laugh, but he didn't really laugh. He said, "It's okay, just reply."

In order to protect Qin Shu's reputation, Song Yunhui quickly explained and replied by asking him if it was Mr. Dan's comment.

【Qin Shu V: It’s me. I forgot to bring my phone when I went out so QAQ】

“…”

Looking at the QAQ with the ID [Qin Shu], Song Yunhui fell silent again.

I always feel like the more I explain, the worse it gets.

[Hahahahahaha it’s definitely the boss! I knew it! ]

[Although, the emoticon gets [Qin Shu also finds it funny.jpg]]

[Wuwuwu, it turns out that Mr. Dan and Mr. Qin’s relationship is so good that they can just use their cell phones]

[I can already imagine the current state of Mr. Dan. People can’t do that, at least not yet.]

【By the way, this comic is pretty good】

[Hahahaha srds, it’s completely clear that Mr. Dan is a die-hard fan of the comics. He reads them even when he borrows an account.]

【Oh my, this is really funny!!! Who knows! 】

[So weird and cute! Who understands!!]

[No, hahahahahaha, it's so weird to see Mr. Dan saying Mr. Qin's name. I'm laughing so hard that I'm rolling around on the bed.]

Finally, a chuckle came from above my head.

When he laughed, there was a slight vibration in his chest, which was transmitted through the places where the body was in contact, and the presence was very strong.

It sounds good.

Qin Shu said, "This is my own account. It's okay for you to continue chatting with them. I'll go get some water for Orange."

He knew that Song Yunhui had a habit of chatting with people in the comment section every day.

Unlike some other people, his account belongs only to himself, not to the company or studio. As long as it does not touch on any principle issues, he can use it however he wants.

Song Yunhui knew that he always told the truth and meant what he said, so he immediately touched the orange in his arms and let out a breath.

It’s not like he hasn’t had an account that would get a lot of attention as soon as he made a move. But now, Mr. Dan, who has adapted well and is always at the forefront of the Internet, is online again.

Although Qin Shu had said that they could chat freely, Song Yunhui didn't chat for long and put down his phone.

Although I have slept for a whole morning and an afternoon, I took some medicine after dinner tonight. Now the effect of the medicine is gradually taking effect, and I, who was originally full of energy, have started to become dazed and blink.

Qin Shu came back after changing the water for Orange and saw that the person on the sofa had fallen down completely, with only a tuft of hair sticking out of the sofa a little bit, standing there firmly, indicating that there was still someone there.

He then turned around and went to the cupboard to find a new toothbrush and towel, then let Song Yunhui wake up a little so that he could brush his teeth and wash his face.

Song Yunhui did as he was told, and the wandering soul also floated away to wash his face, then floated to the bed and lay down peacefully.

Qin Shu closed the door for him and did not let Orange, who was eager to make something outside, in. Then he went back to the living room and picked up his phone.

He saw Song Yunhui's previous reply.

I saw it through trending searches.

#秦书##Hahahahahahaha#

#It is recommended to download the national anti-fraud app#

#Qin Shu said Qin Shu is very handsome#

…

After a while, a low laugh came from the empty living room.

Song Yunhui woke up the next day, full of energy.

This room has good lighting. The screens soften the light, and the room is filled with sunlight as soon as you open your eyes.

After opening the door and walking out of the room, Song Yunhui went downstairs while rubbing his messy hair.

There is already a fragrance downstairs, which is sweet and not strong, but it is very present.

Qin Shu was wearing a light grey wool sweater today, which looked very homely and slightly diluted the cold feeling.

The two had breakfast together, and then Qin Shu found a locksmith and finally unlocked the door next door.

Song Yunhui was finally able to go home.

Qin Shu followed him into the house.

The room is neither messy nor tidy. The most common thing is A4 paper, which is almost everywhere. It seems that people just pick it up when they want to use it and put it down when they are done.

Seeing Qin Shu's eyes sweeping across the sofa and the A4 paper on the table, Song Yunhui slowly clenched his fist and pounded his palm, then remembered something and asked, "Did I not take you to my recording studio?"

Qin Shu said, "Hmm," "I haven't been there."

Song Yunhui opened the refrigerator, took out strawberry milk and stuffed it into Qin Shu's hand. He waved at him and said, "Come on, I'll take you to see it."

The door of the recording studio was always closed. Song Yunhui opened it, then his expression froze and he slowly closed the door.

He said, "Give me half a minute."

After he said this, he opened and closed the door quickly at a speed beyond his cognitive level.

Song Yunhui flashed into the room and let out a breath.

The pile of papers from the night before was still on the floor, and the half-drunk coffee was still pressing on the papers.

He folded the things casually and put them aside, and placed the coffee on the table in the corner. He took another quick look around, then stood up and opened the door.

When Qin Shu entered the room, he saw a relatively tidy-looking room and a pile of papers in the corner.

There was also a half cup of coffee on the table near the paper, probably what was left over from staying up late.

Song Yunhui seemed to be hiding something, but also seemed to be hiding nothing.

The lights in the room were so bright that the equipment seemed to be glowing.

There are musical instruments on one side of the room, ranging from guitars to cellos.

Song Yunhui stood aside and said, "The only thing missing is a piano. If we work harder, we should be able to buy it."

He bought these instruments slowly over the past few years and moved them here when he moved, but the piano was not available.

His mother left him a piano, which he has been using all these years and has never bought a new one.

If you want to buy it now, you have to save money for some time.

Qin Shu lowered his eyes and asked him, "Can you write songs?"

"A little bit," Song Yunhui stretched out his hand and gestured with an imperceptible stitch, "It's just so-so, not bad. I'll write a poem for you when I have some free time."

Qin Shu looked at the faint smile on Song Yunhui's face and nodded, "Okay."

After seeing Qin Shu off, Song Yunhui, who was left with a bit of conscience because he was locked out from the entire day of live streaming last night, started the live streaming early today.

He defined today's live broadcast as a chat.

Unconsciously, the number of viewers has increased a lot compared to before, and the barrage of comments is so fast that it is difficult to catch the moment.

"No, no cat today."

"My clothes look nice today?"

Song Yunhui looked down.

Finished, it was Qin Shu’s clothes, I forgot to take them off.

[It’s the same style as Mr. Qin! (making the voice of a senior fan)]

Is there a possibility that it is my own clothes?

Song Yunhui nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's the same style. I like him very much. He is so handsome."

The topic gradually turned to Qin Shu's head. As a fake fan, Song Yunhui quickly used the method of avoiding the topic.

His magic hasn't started to work yet, but the fans have already started to spin it.

【woc Bai Linhua released a song!!!】

[Soy milk!!! I want to hear it! ]

[He's really good at releasing songs late at night. Soy milk is waiting for me. I'll be back after listening to it.]

[It’s called “Homeward Journey”, which already sounds great! ]

[Soy milk! No, it’s that soy milk that doesn’t taste good! Another dream connection ahhhh]

"Go and listen."

Song Yunhui took out his phone, unlocked it, turned on the music, and said, "I want to listen to it too."

It has only been a few minutes since the song was released, but "Homeward Journey" has already ranked first on the search list, with a small flame logo behind it.

The prelude of "Homeward Journey" was filled with sponsors, and the lyrics interface slid away very quickly. From the beginning to the end, I could only see the original singer and the lyrics, and the rest was just a blank memory.

Song Yunhui's expression didn't change from beginning to end, except for a slight frown at the end.

Not bad.

His "not bad" is already crazy in the eyes of others.

[The ending theme of "The Journey" is called "Return", Mrs. Soy Milk is really thoughtful!!! It's so romantic!!]

[“The Journey” will definitely be a big hit at the box office!!!]

[Dabai’s voice is really suitable for this song. It must be tailor-made for him. Doujiang really understands Dabai. I will always love the combination of Dabai and Doujiang.]

[Mrs. Soy Milk yyds!! The lyrics and music are first-rate!!]

[I unilaterally declare that Dabai and soy milk are tied together and no one can separate them! ]

[I'm already getting goosebumps! I get this feeling every time I listen to Dabai's songs. They're really nice.]

[Can a human write this melody? ? Mrs. Soy Milk, my God! ]

[Rolling around like crazy on the bed, I really want to watch "Departure" right away, who knows! 】

The comment section was still refreshing crazily. Song Yunhui only took a look and then exited. Later, he received a message from Bai Linhua.

He said he sent a message yesterday and asked if he had seen it.

Song Yun raised his hand and replied, simply explaining that his phone ran out of battery and turned off yesterday.

Having worked together several times before, he understood why Bai Linhua was sending a message now, and sent a message before the other party said:

【Very nice ^_^】

The moment he sent the message, the other party called him.

Song Yunhui's conditional reflex was connected.

"Doujiang, have you listened to the song you posted?"

The voice on the other end was clear, with a little nervousness and more joy, like a little boy who was about to confess his love.

With a snap, Song Yunhui quickly turned off the microphone in the live broadcast room.

Just a dozen steps away, next door.

The live broadcast interface was still displayed on the computer screen on the desk, but there was no sound.

The other viewers in the live broadcast room were still confused, with rows of question marks floating around. Only Qin Shu lowered his head, picked up his phone and started searching.

Bai Linhua, male, young and capable, single and without scandal.

Qin Shu passed the phone screen to Cheng Zi, who was playing with toys in his arms, and asked in a low voice: "Do you like him or me?"

Orange clapped his paw on the phone, his innocent big eyes showing the innocence of a cat.