Bai Linhua seemed to say something when he called, but it also seemed like he said nothing. At least Song Yunhui didn't think he said anything important. The two of them chatted briefly and then hung up the phone.

When he started talking again, Song Yun glanced at the screen full of question marks and said, "Nothing, a friend just called me."

He propped his chin up as he logged into his music account on the computer, saying, "He also came to praise "Homeward Journey," saying that the song was very nice and asked me to listen to it."

He said this without blushing at all.

[Soy milk! I want to listen! Sing! ]

[This is a request I make once in my lifetime, please! ]

[I’m addicted to “Homeward Journey”. Soy milk, love, and singing! ]

Then there was a series of rewards.

The screen was colorful and it was difficult to tell who sent what.

Two small banners appeared above, and other rewards continued to appear, but they failed to cover the small banners.

"Thank you for your reward. Please spend wisely."

Song Yunhui blinked his eyes when he was flashed by the colorful screen. He felt better and continued to look at the computer screen.

He didn't think much about rewards, and didn't know how much each gift cost. He usually judged based on how fancy they were. If he had the energy, he would thank everyone one by one; if he didn't have time, he would thank them all at once.

"Homeward Journey" is still at the top of the search list, and has also made a appearance on the hot song list below. At this rate, it should continue to move forward.

"Okay, I'll read the lyrics and turn off the bullet screen for now."

Song Yunhui actually didn't need to read the lyrics at all, he just wanted to give his eyes a rest.

The prelude started and he wasn't looking at the screen at all.

The consequence of turning off the barrage was that he did not notice the sudden surge in the number of people in the live broadcast room and the doubling of the barrage.

【See the small banner and come to see the big guy on the list】

【!!! "Homeward Journey"! Someone sang it right after it came out, what a surprise! 】

[Nice to listen! Why haven’t I seen the host before?]

[I have visited the homepage several times, but the live broadcast time is not very sunny (pointing)]

[Good news for insomniacs! I want the underworld, I want the underworld QAQ]

[Coming from the live broadcast room next door, it turns out that there is a difference between the first and second place. The next room is a bit contrived]

[Soy milk sings really well, wuwuwu]

[Refuse to criticize, refuse to criticize, Doujiang just likes singing and chatting]

[I got off work early today, and I saw Doujiang started broadcasting right after I got off work, yay! ]

【Lacaidame, listen to the song well】

The slightest sign was extinguished just like that. When Song Yunhui opened the bullet screen again, the live broadcast room had become harmonious again, with all the comments like [Congratulations to the top of the list]

No. 1?

He glanced at the upper left corner of the live broadcast room and found that there was indeed a small logo on it.

There are usually dozens or even several ranked, but I don’t seem to see the first one.

Pause for a minute and search on Baidu when you are in doubt. Song Yunhui finally understood.

The ranking of live broadcast rooms is based purely on rewards and the number of online viewers, with rewards generally accounting for the majority.

I see. Someone must have given me a large reward just now, so my ranking went up.

He opened the reward list for the first time.

The number one on the list is called Orange, and the string of numbers that follows it far exceeds the number two.

The owner of this account doesn't look like an older person.

After temporarily noting down the other party's account number, Song Yun put down his phone and continued chatting.

Despite his rising popularity, he still ended his broadcast on time as usual.

After the live broadcast, he did not quit immediately, but followed his previous memory, found the previous number one Orange, and sent a private message.

He asked the other party to think twice. If they were minors, they should contact the platform directly to apply for a refund. If they were adults, they should think about it carefully because making money is not easy.

He doesn't have much money now, but he is not so poor that he needs to rely on gifts to survive.

The other party responded quickly and with a firm attitude.

No need to return.

The other party's attitude was firm, so Song Yunhui said nothing more. He just said thank you, logged off, took a shower, and fell asleep.

His cell phone kept ringing while he was sleeping, so he turned on the do not disturb function and fell asleep comfortably.

***

Song House

It was late at night, but the living room was still brightly lit.

The day after tomorrow is Song Cheng’s birthday dinner. The task could have been handed over to someone else, but Song Yunyang didn’t want to rely on others, so he finally decided to do it himself.

Originally everything had been arranged, but the only variable was Song Yunhui.

No matter how bad Song Yunhui's reputation is outside, he should still attend his father's birthday party.

No one had considered whether he would be there.

They - including Song Cheng and the servants - all believed that Song Yun would come back.

But this time it seems different.

Specifically, they are still unable to contact Song Yunhui and don't even know where he is.

Ever since the last conversation ended with Song Yunhui's sarcasm - Song Yunyang did not think that was a blessing, believing that it was a kind of sarcasm that pierced his heart, he never took the initiative to look for Song Yunhui again, and Song Yunhui never contacted him either.

This was the first time that Song Yunhui did not bow his head and admit his mistake.

Song Yunyang always felt that something had deviated from the original trajectory, but he didn't understand what it was and had no interest in thinking about it.

He just felt irritated.

It was different from handling company matters. When he was handling company matters, he could calm down and think about any problem no matter how complicated it was. But that was not the case now.

In addition to the sound of shuffling papers, footsteps were heard in the room.

Uncle Chen walked into the living room, then met Song Yunyang's gaze, shook his head, and said tactfully, "The Second Young Master should be asleep."

When you call, the other party is always on the phone, either on Do Not Disturb or on the blacklist.

They knew the Second Young Master's daily routine. Staying up late was the norm for him. So there was no need to turn on the DN mode now. There was only one option left.

But he didn't dare say this.

"Uncle Chen, did Song Yun say anything to you the day he left?"

Uncle Chen almost instantly remembered those cold eyes and the casual words "take care".

After a moment, he lowered his head and said, "Nothing special."

Song Yun frowned, glanced at the time, and then said, "It's getting late," "Uncle Chen, go to bed first."

Uncle Chen looked at his furrowed brows and finally left quietly.

When the eldest young master was impatient, the second young master was the only one who dared to face the challenge.

Including the young master Song Zishu, none of them dared to do so.

The only sound in the empty room was the rustling of papers.

The servants of the Song family were guessing whether the second young master would come back, and the outside world was also guessing.

Everyone in the circle was silent, all paying attention.

Later, a rumor spread that on the day before his birthday, Song Yunhui still hadn't shown up at the Song family.

Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan arrived at Song’s residence the day before Song Cheng’s birthday.

It happened to be Sunday, and everyone was resting at home.

After handing the gift to Uncle Chen, the group sat down in the living room.

There were many people standing and sitting in the huge living room.

Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan sat together, Song Cheng sat with a gentle-looking woman, while Song Yunyang and Song Zishu sat on one side.

Song Cheng introduced them that the woman was Xu Wei and the person beside her was Song Zishu.

Ye Min smiled faintly from beginning to end, and nodded with a smile after the introduction.

The servants in the house were adding tea and snacks, and the scene was lively but also a little awkward.

More than ten years ago, the Qin family's homestead was still here, but they later moved away. Qin Jianyuan and his companions came this time as former good neighbors, so their relationship was neither close nor distant.

The two families had a close relationship before because Ye Min and Song Cheng's ex-wife Xu Wenhui had been friends for more than ten years. Now that Song Cheng has remarried and his son is already so grown up, it feels indescribable.

"It turns out that Yun Yang has already started managing the company. He is really young and promising."

Ye Min smiled happily and said, "When you were little, you said that you would make money to support your younger brother when you grow up. Now it has really come true."

Thinking of the past, the smile on her face became more genuine. "At that time, Yunhui and Xiaoshu got along well. Xiaoshu said that he would make money to support Yunhui in the future, but you were very unhappy."

When Qin Xiaoshu was a child, he didn't like playing with other children. He just liked to read books and plant flowers by himself. But Song Yunhui was outgoing and full of challenging spirit. He managed to persuade Qin Xiaoshu to join his friend camp. The two of them would squat together and plant flowers and plants every day.

At that time, Qin Xiaoshu said that he would buy a house with a large garden to support Song Yunhui and make money so that he could grow flowers every day (?).

Song Yunyang, who had come to visit his younger brother at home for dinner, happened to hear these words, and the two children almost started fighting over the ownership of their younger brother.

Song Yunyang looked away.

Song Zishu, who was sitting on the side, lowered his head slightly, and a sense of inexplicable panic rose up again.

He had never been involved in the things these people were talking about.

I was even more scared because I didn't participate.

He didn't like things that were beyond his control. It felt like there was a layer of separation between him and them, like they were from another world.

After praising Song Yunyang, Ye Min went on to praise Song Zishu. Not knowing what his strengths were, she praised him for being good-looking and well-behaved.

Song Zishu twitched the corners of his mouth and forced a smile.

It's a standard smile.

Everything seemed to be the same.

Ye Min looked around and asked, "Where's Yun Hui? Is he still working?"

They have been living abroad for many years and have just returned to China. They have not had time to learn about the ups and downs on the Internet.

Naturally, I don’t understand the stiffness on these people’s faces now.

They didn't understand, but they could guess what was going on.

When Ye Min came in, she noticed that the flowers in the garden were no longer the ones Xu Wenhui liked, the family portraits hung on the wall were no longer the previous ones, and the decoration in the house had also changed a lot.

This seems normal.

After so many years, it's normal for things to change.

But this family shouldn't be missing a single person.

Song Yunyang said at the right time: "He is working."

Perhaps in order to change the topic, Song Cheng mentioned that there was a tea room at the end of the second floor and invited them to sit there.

Ye Min raised his eyes and looked at Song Cheng and Song Yunyang again.

They sat in the living room for a while and then went upstairs.

When passing by a room, the door was not closed tightly and opened slowly.

It is a very bright room.

It was bright, but also very empty. There were some unknown things placed in it, and nothing else. The sunlight in the room was scattered on a pile of miscellaneous items.

Ye Min noticed that Song Zishu took two steps forward inconspicuously, just covering the gap in the door.

The corners of her mouth curled down.

Although it has been more than ten years, she still remembers that a long time ago, Xu Wenhui pulled her over with a big belly, pointed to this room and said:

"This is what Laocheng and I prepared for the little ones. It looks nice, doesn't it?"

At that time, Wenhui's eyes were gentle and she smiled happily, her eyes full of anticipation for the baby in her belly.

Even though Wenhui was very ill later, when she came to accompany her for a walk in the yard in a wheelchair, she would still squint at the window and say that her little baby was playing the piano inside.

“…”

After that, Ye Min did not speak again.

Qin Jianyuan and Song Cheng were chatting, while the others sat aside and drank their tea.

Then the two left.

"Bang!"

When the car door closed, Ye Min's eyes instantly turned red.

She thought that after more than ten years, her mood would not fluctuate too much when she came here again.

But she still found it hard to calm down after seeing all traces of her friend in this house, no matter how big or small, were wiped out one by one.

After Song Cheng remarried, they had no reason or position to visit him again, nor could they see their two children again.

She always thought that even with a new family, Song Cheng would still treat Wenhui's children well.

This time when they returned to China, it happened that Song Cheng was holding a birthday party. They finally had the opportunity to come over and wanted to take the opportunity to see the two children.

But this is the result.

When Song Yunhui was mentioned, the person opposite had a stiff expression. The room that was originally reserved for Song Yunhui easily became a place to store miscellaneous items, without any trace of life, Song Zishu's cover-up.

Everything has a traceable path.

Ye Min leaned against the window and whispered, "I don't know where Yun Hui is now, and whether he is doing well."

Qin Jianyuan, who was standing by, didn't say anything extra. He just patted her on the back and said, "Don't worry, you must be doing well."

"After we see our son, we'll try to contact Yun Hui."

Even though the children have grown up, he knows that Ye Min still treats them as children. This is the case with Qin Shu and the two children of the Song family.

Qin Jianyuan raised his head and said to the driver in front of him, "Go to the airport."

Having nothing to do today, Song Yunhui came to Qin Shu's house for a stroll again.

Orange had been jumping up and down all night and was now sleeping soundly. Song Yunhui took the opportunity to rub her pink pads twice, then left with satisfaction.

Without Orange to play with, he thought about the frozen food stew he made last night, and after learning from his mistakes, he decided to ask Qin Shu for advice and learn the craft.

Qin Shu happened to be preparing to make buns today, and Song Yunhui volunteered to help.

After putting on her apron, Song Yun turned around, smiled brightly, and asked:

"How about it, isn't it handsome?"

The pouring sunlight shone into the light-colored pupils, shaking them gently.

My heart felt like being pricked by something.

Qin Shu was silent for a while.

Seeing Qin Shu was silent, Song Yun replied to the handsome man with a sigh, "Isn't it said that men who can cook are the most handsome?"

Walking behind him, Qin Shu helped him tie his apron tighter and said, "It looks good."

Song Yunhui had been coaxed too much, and he laughed the moment he heard what he said.

The kitchen is large and can easily accommodate two people. Song Yunhui's assigned job is to get the needed ingredients and place them on the table. It is very simple and easy to do.

After taking a look at Qin Shu's refrigerator, he exclaimed in amazement as if he had never seen the world before.

In short, it is completely different from my own.

After taking out the necessary materials and looking at Qin Shu again, his figure seemed inexplicably taller.

It turns out that men who can cook are really handsome.

As a teacher, Qin Shu can be said to be very competent.

He taught very carefully, from the dosage to the steps, every step was explained clearly.

Song Yunhui followed him and always felt that he could bake a delicious little cake in the next second.

While the dough was still fermenting, Qin Shu led him to do other preparations.

Holding a cup of strawberry milk he brought from home, he casually handed one to Qin Shu.

The two of them each had a bottle of strawberry milk and slowly communicated.

All the communication went smoothly, and Teacher Qin felt that Song Yunhui was already able to take charge of his own business. When the cell phone in the living room rang, he confidently handed over the flour transporting task to him.

Song Yunhui clenched his fist: "I have fulfilled my mission."

The job of transporting flour is not that difficult. You just need to be careful and attentive, and there will be basically no mistakes.

But if nothing unexpected happens, accidents usually happen.

Holding a spoonful of flour in his hand tremblingly, Song Yun turned his eyes and looked at a bunch of orange-yellow fur appearing on the other side of the table.

A round little cat head popped up.

Very cute and innocent.

The cute cat rushed over.

Do whatever you want, regardless of everything, and be free and easy.

It dug its paw into the flour.

In an instant, the view turned white, flowers scattered from the sky, and mist rose, turning into a level 10 haze.

The man and the cat fell into a brief silence.

Before Orange could do anything more, Song Yunhui quickly grabbed the cat that was trying to escape and arrested the culprit.

Holding the fluffy white cat in his arms, he looked at the flour flying everywhere and felt confused for the first time.

The footsteps are getting closer.

Song Yun turned around and met Qin Shu's eyes as he came back from a phone call.

Both the man and the cat looked at him straight, with the same expression.

“…”

There was another silence.

Taking the struggling orange from Song Yunhui's hand, Qin Shu said in a voice that was inexplicably lower than usual, "Your coat is dirty. I'll go get you a piece of clothing to make do with."

"Orange made a mistake. There are no dried fish to eat today."

He obviously saw through it all.

Song Yun responded reflexively, and then said, "It's better not to deduct the dried fish."

Qin Shu went to get his clothes.

The more Song Yunhui thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

Acting faster than his brain, he stepped forward and grabbed Qin Shu.

The other person turned around, his handsome features stood out, his lips were slightly curved, and there was an obvious smile in his eyes.

My goodness, you are really trying to hold back your laughter!

Song Yunhui seemed to have thought of something, and quickly rushed to the bathroom to look at the mirror again and again.

Apart from some flour on his face, there was nothing else.

He reasonably suspected that Qin Shu had a low sense of humor.

He was still looking at himself in the mirror when Mr. Qin, who had a low sense of humor, had already found his coat.

Before the two had time to talk, there was a knock on the door.

Qin Shu handed his coat to Song Yunhui and said, "It might be the property management. You change first and I'll go open the door."

Song Yunhui nodded and took off her apron first.

It only takes a moment.

Thinking that the property manager had already left, Song Yunhui rolled up his long sleeves as he walked towards the kitchen and said:

"Qin Shu, your clothes are really big."

When I raised my eyes, I met the gazes of three people at the entrance.