Song Yun's hand, which was pulling up his sleeves, stopped in mid-air.
Maybe it was his illusion, but he always felt that one of the gazes was particularly burning.
Ye Min almost covered her mouth and screamed.
She wanted to look at the young man standing there for a few more times, but was afraid that if she looked at him too much, the other party would think there was something wrong with her, so she could only keep glancing at her son who looked like a decent person, and squeezed the hand that was on Qin Jianyuan's arm again and again.
Who would have thought that their son had grown up and learned how to lie? He even hid the fact that there was someone else at home from them.
"Xiao Shu," Ye Min cleared his throat and said, "why don't you introduce us to him?"
She is still pretending to be gentle and dignified.
Qin Shu's heart skipped a beat when he heard the title and he immediately looked at Song Yunhui.
Song Yunhui's eyebrows were wrinkled.
It doesn't look like he's thinking of anything good.
He paused, then said, "These are my parents."
Song Yunhui nodded, with a smile on his face, "Hello, uncle, hello, aunt."
This was the first time that Ye Min felt so happy when someone called her "Auntie".
Qin Jianyuan also nodded and smiled.
He looks familiar, seems well-behaved and generous, and is a good kid.
Qin Shu introduced them: "This is Song Yunhui."
Ye Min: “Who?”
She didn't dare to look at him any longer because she was afraid that Song Yunhui would be scared, but now she had no time to think about it and just looked straight ahead.
She has very gentle features, and when she smiles, there is no trace of coldness or sharpness at the ends of her eyes.
This face gradually overlapped with the face in my memory.
He looks a lot like Xu Wenhui.
This is more than just a familiar face.
The dignified appearance she had tried so hard to put on was completely thrown out of her mind. She took off her high heels with her left foot and her right foot, put on the slippers Qin Shu had just placed before her, and walked towards Song Yunhui.
"It turned out to be Yun Hui."
Ye Min gently held Song Yunhui's arm. The more she looked at him, the more distressed she felt. "Why are you so thin?"
She asked, "Do you still remember your aunt? When you were little, you often asked me to hold you."
Song Yunhui was a little hesitant.
I have an impression, but not much.
At this point, he seemed to remember that there was such a person when he was a child, but the face was blurred and the picture was not clear.
Contrary to knowing the direction of the novel, from the moment he woke up, he found that he began to gradually forget what happened before.
All those things he had always cherished, or the dull and painful past, were slowly fading away.
This did not scare him.
What surprised him was that after he clearly discovered this, he did not feel anything special.
It's like looking at the weather forecast in the morning and seeing whether it will be sunny or rainy today.
Facing Ye Min's gaze, Song Yunhui finally said, "I have an impression."
Fuzzy, unreal, but definitely there.
This was the first time someone looked at him like this in all the years since his mother passed away.
There is no disgust, no ridicule or jealousy.
Concern, worry, surprise, and many more emotions that he couldn't analyze.
In short, Ye Min took his hand and sat down naturally.
Seeing the apron Song Yunhui was wearing, Ye Min frowned and looked at Qin Shu, her face full of disapproval, "Why are you asking me to work in the kitchen?"
She completely ignored the fact that her son was wearing the same apron.
Qin Shu said, "You guys chat first, I'll go bake the cake."
Song Yunhui raised his hand first: "I'll go too."
The cake he had been dreaming about had not been baked yet, so he could not withdraw from the battlefield.
In the end, the two of them went to the kitchen together, cleaned up the scattered flour, and everything was back on track.
Song Yunhui stood beside Qin Shu and kneaded the dough. Then he waved his hand in a small arc, signaling Qin Shu to lower his head a little.
Qin Shu slightly bent his waist and tilted his head. "What's wrong?"
Song Yunhui couldn't stop smiling and whispered, "Qin Xiaoshu."
Qin Shu paused and thought to himself, as expected.
"Have we met as children?"
Song Yunhui was still staring at him, insisting on using it in a strange place.
Then he responded, "Yeah."
The voice was deep and magnetic, and in the end Song Yunhui couldn't help but rub his ears.
"Why don't I remember that?"
He lowered his head and didn't see the other person's slightly red ears.
The kitchen is open and the whole view can be seen from the living room.
Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan were sitting in the living room with the TV on, but neither of them was looking at the TV.
Ye Min approached Qin Jianyuan and said, "There must be something wrong with our little book."
I just didn’t expect that the target was Song Yunhui.
Qin Jianyuan said: "This is great. When I was little, I wanted to raise Yunhui, and now it has come true."
Ye Min agreed, and the earrings on her ears flashed, "That's good, we can rest assured that Yun Hui will be handed over to Xiaoshu."
Qin Jianyuan said: "Xiaoshu is just so dull, I wonder if Yunhui can stand him."
People outside thought that Qin Shu had no scandals and might remain single for his whole life. In fact, as parents, they had been wondering whether their son had finally come to his senses.
Ye Min didn't think the same way. "Look at them like this, don't you feel bored?"
In the kitchen, Song Yun looked up at Qin Shu, and the two were talking in a low voice.
There was no reluctance or embarrassment, they were still as serious and casual as before when they were tending the flowers and plants in the yard.
The more Ye Min looked at them, the more she remembered how they looked when they were little dumplings, and her heart melted.
Finally, the small cake came out of the oven successfully.
Song Yunhui wiped the non-existent sweat and took photos immediately.
Today, four of us ate a small cake together.
Ye Min is very good at exaggeration. From the appearance to the color to the taste, she exaggerates everything completely. Her efforts are visible to the naked eye.
Song Yun smiled back. He never thought that the cake he baked would be so popular.
Laughter could be heard from time to time in a house that was usually silent.
After eating the cake, Qin Shu was sent to clean the kitchen, while Song Yunhui stayed to chat with the two of them.
Ye Min asked about his recent situation and wanted to ask why he was not at the Song family, but then she held back and did not ask.
As if to change the subject, or perhaps to get to the point, Ye Min asked, "Are you used to living here?"
Song Yunhui naturally understood how he was living after moving here.
"It's very good and I'm used to it. It's quiet here and I can come over to play with Qin Shu."
Ye Min grasped the key words.
"Come and play with Xiaoshu?"
"Yes," Song Yunhui said, "I live next door."
Ye Min laughed and said, "So you live next door. That's great. It's easy to keep in touch."
It was a bad idea.
She thought Song Yunhui lived here, but it turned out that he just came to play occasionally.
Then the relationship is completely different.
The progress of becoming a family suddenly took a big step back.
Qin Shu, who came back from washing the dishes, was stared at for no apparent reason.
Ye Min was very easy-going and lively. Before half an afternoon, she had become completely close to Song Yunhui and even successfully followed him on social media.
Even though she hadn't been to China for a long time, she was still at the forefront of surfing overseas. She immediately picked up the Big Eyes she used when she was young, and used its functions even more smoothly than Song Yunhui.
When Song Yunhui suddenly remembered that he had work to do and was about to leave, Ye Min put down her comic book and said, "Come and have dinner with auntie tonight."
Song Yunhui nodded and waved.
The sun had begun to slowly slant, shining obliquely on the soft hair, making the smile on his face even warmer.
After returning home and turning on the lights, Song Yunhui turned on the computer, poured a glass of cold water, and sat there for several hours.
Ye Min's words about coming over for dinner were not just a polite remark. After the meal was served, she called him.
The dishes tonight are not much different from usual, except that the portions are larger. The rest is the same and still rich.
There were four people at the table. Song Yunhui rarely picked up his chopsticks, but the food in his bowl never stopped. However, he was very sensible and didn't pile too much.
Ye Min smiled happily.
All in all, it was a very filling meal.
Qin Shu glanced sideways at Song Yunhui's puffy cheeks, smiled, and looked away.
Dinner was served, but there were only two people at the table.
Song Zishu sat aside without saying anything. Xu Wei softly asked Uncle Chen who had just come downstairs, "Where are the master and Yun Yang?"
Uncle Chen said, "The master is in the study and has some things to deal with. He said you can eat first."
He shook his head and continued, "The eldest master might be working overtime at the company."
There was a rich variety of dishes on the table, but because we had to wait so long, they had begun to get cold.
Xu Wei said: "Then let's eat first."
Song Zishu said "OK".
The meal was a little too quiet.
Xu Wei is a gentle person who doesn't talk much. She occasionally asks Song Zishu about his work, but because she doesn't understand much, she usually just asks and answers, and then nothing else happens.
The lights are bright and the room is quiet.
The sound of the glass hitting the table was heard, inexplicably loud in the empty office.
When the coffee was almost finished, Song Yunyang rubbed his brows.
I have a day off today and originally had nothing to do, but I couldn't concentrate at home for some reason, so I ended up having to come to the company to deal with the things that were originally scheduled for later.
It was already completely dark, and he glanced at the time.
Wait a little longer.
The sound of keyboard typing could be heard again in the quiet office.
But this tranquility was soon broken.
The phone kept ringing.
Only a few people can call at this time.
He answered the call and put the phone aside.
The people on the other side were totally not who he thought they were.
"Hello, this is the Kyoto District 1 Police Station. Are you Song Yunjia's family member?"
The typing hand paused, and then the phone on the table was picked up. Song Yunyang took the suit jacket and walked out, saying, "Yes. What's the matter?"
"Sir, don't be nervous," the man on the other side said, trying to comfort him, "It's not that something happened to Mr. Song."
Nervous? Him?
The hand holding the coat loosened a little, Song Yunyang turned his head to look at the computer that he hadn't shut down in time, and then said: "I'm not nervous."
"Okay, don't be nervous." The other party readily agreed and said, "It's like this. Mr. Song rescued a citizen who fell into the water two months ago. Now the citizen has woken up. I want to thank him, but I can't contact Mr. Song. I want to ask if you know if Mr. Song is free recently?"
Rescue citizens who fell into the water?
Song Yunyang tapped his fingers unconsciously on the table, looked out the brightly lit window, and said, "Please tell me more."
辦公室的燈熄滅，大樓車庫有燈光亮起。
宋雲揚坐在後座聽着手機，司機坐在前面專心開車，偶爾看後視鏡，看到宋雲揚面無表情，時不時應一聲。
從公司到宋宅差不多半個小時，車開到一半的時候，宋雲揚垂眼，說：
“我目前也不清楚他的近況，聯系上會告知。”
對面頓了一瞬，似是沒有想到身為親屬的人也聯系不上他，但沒有表現出來，表達謝意後就挂斷了電話。
車內陷入安靜。
宋雲揚保持原來的姿勢坐了片刻，之後打開車窗。
冷風撲面，讓有些過熱的大腦稍微冷靜了些。
警察說，前兩個月，在拍戲中途，一名不會游泳的演員不慎掉進河裏，河流湍急，當時最近的宋雲回就跟着跳了進去。演員最後被救起，但是腦袋碰到了石頭，昏迷到現在才醒來。
當時接手這件事的還有幾名警察，當事人想要表達感謝，想在警局送錦旗。
“……”
宋雲揚是知道這件事的，不過是另外一個版本。
這也是大衆流傳最廣的版本。
落水的演員跟宋雲回不合，兩人在演這場戲之前還吵過一架，網上一個自稱是劇組工作人員的人說他有看到是宋雲回推了對方一把，只是沒想到會把對方直接推下水，怕出事于是下水救人。
這話無根無據，但是按照宋雲回一貫的表現和結合當時的情景來看，又顯得很合理。
很多人都信了這個謠傳，包括宋家的人。
閉上眼睛假寐，宋雲揚就這麽安靜了一路。
到家的時候，是陳伯開的門。
他接過對方手裏的外套，問：“大少爺吃了晚飯嗎？”
“不吃。”宋雲揚問，“爸在哪兒？”
陳伯說：“在二樓書房。”
宋雲揚直接上樓。
宋成還在書房裏。
他已經沒有在工作，手上拿了一本書在看。
看到宋雲揚的身影，他擡起頭，說：“回來了。”
說完他就轉眼看向一邊的座椅，說：“先坐。”
宋雲揚沒坐，他說：“我剛接到警局的電話了。”
宋成放下書，擡眼看他。
這是他的兒子。
已經不知不覺長得這麽高，已經能夠獨當一面，即使在說出這種話的時候，依然能夠面不改色。
……或許也是有變化的。
宋雲揚語調冷靜，把事情簡單講述了一遍。
一個房間兩個人，面對面。
宋成說：“他為什麽不告訴我？”
他不是在問宋雲揚，而是在問自己。
宋雲回分明是被人誣陷了，但為什麽不告訴他們，不對外界解釋？
只要他肯說，他就可以擺平這件事。
對于宋家來說，壓下這樣一則流言壓根不難。
不是“原來他是去救人的”，而是“他為什麽不告訴我”。
宋雲揚覺得腦子又開始痛了。
“爸，或許有其他的原因。”
或許是因為不信任。
他們對宋雲回的不信任，宋雲回對他們的不信任。
他說：“雲回進院的那天，醫院給我打過電話。”
他們說宋雲回頭部受到輕微撞擊，身體也受了不同程度的傷。
當時他說了什麽？
他問醫生，傷口嚴不嚴重。
醫生說不嚴重後對話就結束。
在醫生打電話過來之前他們就得到了消息，有人和他們說宋雲回害人不成反害己，現在正在醫院。
至此，他們沒有想過去醫院看一下宋雲回，停掉了給他的卡，代他結束了劇組的拍攝。
這是一種警告，也是一種懲罰。
對他越來越過分，有辱宋家名聲的懲罰。
宋雲回醒來後應該會從醫生口中知道這件事。
但他什麽也沒有說，醒後依舊回了家——雖然回來後就離開。
他們覺得對方應該是有所反省。
卻沒想落到了現在連聯系都難的地步。
看着宋成的手在書上輕叩着，表情晦明莫辨，宋雲揚說：
“爸別想太多，他現在應該是還在置氣，你過生他不會不在乎，過幾天可能就回來了，到時候把話說清楚就好。”
宋成不置可否，但也別無他法。
牆上時鐘的分針慢慢轉動着。
看到時間不早，宋雲揚說：“爸早點睡。”
宋成點頭。
兩人心中現在都很亂，還有太多雜亂的事情要想，都需要冷靜一下。
房門關上，宋成再次拿過之前放在手裏的書，久久沒有翻開。
之後像是意識到了自己不會再次翻開這本書，他終于把書放回了原地，拿過手機。
他不常碰手機，尤其是宋雲回開始演戲後還有晚上的時候。
鐘上的指針慢慢走着。
“咔”
時針和分針重合，發出一聲輕響。
房間裏仍然一片安靜，手機毫無動靜。
房外的陳伯敲門，提醒他該休息了。
把原本拿出的書放回書架，宋成打理了一下桌上的小松。
到了半夜，所有的聲音都安靜了下來，就連窗外樹葉抖動的聲音都清晰可聞。
門外再次傳來腳步聲，大概是換了個人來提醒他該睡了。
宋成關燈準備開門。
就在他手握上門把手的同時，不大的手機鈴聲響了起來。
剛關下的燈又亮起。
宋成對着門外說：“我接個電話，等會兒睡。”
門外先是安靜，之後傳來徐薇輕柔的聲音，“好。”
腳步聲漸遠。
徐薇走到走廊盡頭，停下腳步。
宋子舒站在不遠處，看着她變了表情。
可以猜到這個打電話的人是誰了。
會踩着點在這個打電話的是宋雲回，也只有宋雲回。
宋成也是這樣想的。
——直到對面傳來有些沙啞的中年男人的聲音。
終于看了一眼備注，他終于意識到打來電話的人是誰。
是銀行。
對面說他有一筆進賬，因為數額巨大，所以要和他本人确認一下。
數額确實很大。
對面說：“這是宋雲回先生打給你的款項，具體的信息将會稍後再發給您。”
通話結束。
電話挂斷後，對面和剛才說的一樣，發來了具體的信息。
是一串很長的數字，不認真數完全數不清到底是有多少位。
這一串并不是整數，精準到個位數，看上去也不像是有特別的意義。
對方再傳來一個文件。
宋成閉眼，之後坐下來，慢慢看着。
一條條項目後面跟得有一串數字，有多有少。
有些看上去難以計算的東西被對方用計算程序硬生生變成了一串數字。
生活，住食，陪伴，教育投入，甚至于相處所花費的時間，對方都一一列出來，一一變成一串數字，成為了這一長串數字中的一個部分。
或許是為了讓他能夠看得更直觀，在這一串數據的後面還有一個程序的入口鏈接，後面括號裏跟着一系列的參數。
意思是要是不确認的話，可以自己去算一遍。
是很長很長的一個文件。
宋成原本細細看着，後來越翻越快。
他翻得快，進度條卻像是沒有動一樣。
文件按時間順序來排的，每五年一段。
第一個五年的內容占比最少，或許是對方也忘記了那個時候到底發生了什麽事，只零零碎碎地把自己記得的都放了上去。
無論是有了個鋼琴老師還是回家時他們給他買了一張鮮豔的小紅花貼紙，這裏面的事情不多，而且雜亂。
但是這一個五年卻幾乎占了總的數額的三分之一。
時間慢慢走。
原本零點剛過時說接個電話就睡的宋成仍然待在書房裏。
直到後來頭越來越痛，他這才起身，之後離開書房。
手機被留在書房，獨自冷靜。
**
漆黑的房間中，只有電腦閃着幽幽的藍光。
手機震了震，宋雲回垂眼，看到銀行發來的短信。
他拿起手機。
手機微弱的光亮映亮淡漠的眼。
這雙眼睛或許是有溫度的，只是太過麻木，讓人看不出絲毫暖意。
他看向手機上的日期和時間，出口的聲音輕且沙啞：
“爸。”
“……”
“最後一次祝你生日快樂。”
【是否删除該短信？】
【是】
這最後一點關系好像就這樣斷在這了。
好像是兩清了。
宋雲回慢慢蜷起身體，把臉埋進臂彎。
**
當晚，宋成做夢了。
他夢到了小時候的宋雲回拉着他去院子裏看，看他種的小花。
那是妻子死後幾年。
小花是藍色的，他說那是媽媽喜歡的顏色。
當時他記得小雲回笑得很開心，自己也笑了。
後來……
被單翻動發出的簌簌聲響起，宋成從幻夢中驚醒坐起。
他想起來後來發生了什麽了。
當時新招的阿姨跑過來，一把拔掉了小花。
藍色小花綠莖斷成兩截，軟軟垂下，花瓣飄落。
那阿姨說：“小少爺對這花過敏，以後可不能再種了！”
他順着阿姨的視線看過去，看到了站在屋前一角怯怯看着他的宋子舒。
他當時說了什麽？
他好像說的是，“那以後就不要種了吧。”
就在這一刻，他好像就明白了，為什麽新招的阿姨敢呵斥宋雲回。
但是看着宋子舒怯懦的眼睛，他又覺得，這樣是對的。
該拔掉。
他忘記了之後發生了什麽，但偶爾會想起宋雲回當時的眼神。
驚訝，迷茫，無措。
***
After Song Yun woke up, he made a cup of coffee.
He is not a spoiled young master who doesn't need freshly ground high-quality coffee beans. A cup of instant coffee will do.
Cold water is the fastest way to wake up the brain, but I drank too much cold water last night and I can’t drink it today.
He took the paper placed by the window and pressed it with a cup of water. Then he went to find a pen and started writing and drawing on the balcony. The balcony was large and spacious.
This was the quickest way for him to sort out his thoughts.
Some meaningless formulas or equations, or musical notes, anything is fine as long as it can be written.
I dreamed about the same thing again last night.
Since he last woke up in the hospital, he had rarely dreamed about previous events.
It was the most painful time I ever felt in my dream.
The little flower that I carefully selected was plucked, with my father's tacit approval, my aunt's righteous indignation, and the cold eyes of other servants.
He ran out of the Song residence, but found that he seemed to have no friends left.
Compared to the outgoing and fearless former child king, they prefer Song Zishu who looks fragile and ignorant.
He instinctively walked in one direction, crying and shouting.
He seemed to be calling someone's name, but the name was already blurred.
Finally he came to a house.
It was a large house, but the gate was locked.
To me at that time, seeing this door tightly closed seemed to be a big blow.
From a third-person perspective, Song Yunhui watched himself climb up a tree beside the courtyard wall, and then follow the tree to the top of the wall with skillful movements.
The wall wasn't very high, but it was scary enough for a child.
He saw himself jumping straight down, without hesitation.
But this time no one caught him.
“Meow meow meow!”
The sound of a cat being tucked away came from below. Song Yunhui leaned against the balcony and looked down, and saw Qin Shu walking the cat.
Or in other words, Orange is just walking on his own unilaterally.
There was a rope tied to its body, and the other end of the rope was on a pillar. It could play around the pillar within a certain range, and Qin Shu watched it from the side.
"Qin Xiaoshu." Song Yun called him back.
Qin Shu looked up and saw Song Yunhui sitting on the balcony. He was not wearing shoes or socks, and his two feet were just hanging in the air.
The wind blew his hair up and the sound was slightly blown away.
He sat on the balcony on the second floor, smiling brightly, "Come and catch me?"
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It was right to forbid the planting of flowers, but the attitude was wrong. The aunt could have said it softly, but she chose to yell directly in front of Song Cheng. Song Cheng acquiesced to her approach. This was the turning point.