I ordered two pairs of dinosaur pajamas and today is a perfect day.

After having the fried rice he made with Qin Shu for dinner, Song Yun returned home, touched Orange, and went home happily.

Fortunately, the key happened to be in my clothes pocket, so I didn't have to stay overnight at Qin Shu's house again.

Standing at the door and watching Song Yunhui leave, Qin Shu suddenly shouted and instructed:

"It's cold at night, so you can close the windows a bit."

Song Yun turned his head, and the night wind blew up his hair, covering his eyelids.

He smiled and said, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, his figure immediately disappeared from sight, and then turned into a blurry black shadow, appearing at the side of the street light at the other end with brisk steps.

Then he disappeared again.

It was not until the lights next door came on, from the first floor to the second floor, the wide-open floor-to-ceiling windows closed, and a faint sound was heard in the quiet space that Qin Shu retracted his gaze.

After returning home and turning on the light, Song Yunhui immediately picked up his cell phone.

When I received it, the battery level of the phone was dangerously low.

With the little remaining battery, he checked his phone and found that he had received a lot of calls today.

There are both familiar and unfamiliar people, it’s like I can smell something.

He had experienced this kind of situation many times before and had enough experience.

Someone has put him on the hot search again.

Scandals come in all kinds of forms. As long as there is a photo, the rest is all made up. As long as there is traffic and money, Song Yunhui knows these entertainment reporters now.

I don't know what new tricks these people have come up with to make something old.

I didn’t see Big Eyes today so I don’t know and he’s not interested in knowing.

He just stood on the stairs and fell into silence for a while.

He has been in a state of confusion these past two days, and when he is in a state of confusion he likes to run to the recording studio. Now his work progress is much ahead of schedule.

If he didn't work, he would have nothing to do and could only do live streaming, but he had no plans to do any live streaming today.

Normally they could chat easily, but not today. He wanted to give himself some space to think.

After stroking his hair, he picked up his phone and turned off the Do Not Disturb function. The phone shook instantly and several messages popped up.

It was sent by two people, one of whom is the owner of a music store.

The boss said that someone had asked for the price of the piano he had reserved in the past few days and seemed very interested in buying it. It just so happened that his reservation period was about to expire, so he asked him to think about it.

After thinking about the price of the piano and his recent income, Song Yunhui moved his fingers and finally replied.

He asked the owner of the music store to wait until the reservation period was over.

With his current workload, he was not short of money.

But the problem is that the payment is slow.

From the time a song is conceived to its official release, it takes too long.

He couldn't wait until that time.

Exhaling, Song Yunhui swiped his phone meaninglessly twice, then went back to the top and glanced at another message.

It was a message sent to him by the comic book author [吃个草].

Perhaps it was because his spirit of checking in six times a day regardless of weather conditions moved the other party, and after becoming a noble mutual follower, he successfully added the other party's WeChat not long ago.

Chigecao is not a full-time cartoonist. He has his own job. He usually draws comics in his spare time. The two of them occasionally make appointments to play games.

He sent a message.

I said that today's comic strip was abandoned, so I wanted to play games first and asked him if he wanted to join me.

Song Yun lowered his head and replied "OK".

The survival game that Chigecao asked him to play was very popular on the Internet. Song Yunhui learned about it when Chigecao mentioned it to him. Later, he tried it and found it fun, but he was not addicted to it. He only played it when he had nothing to do and just wanted to move his fingers.

All in all, it's a good tool to change your mood.

After putting on the headphones, Song Yunhui lowered his eyes slightly and adjusted the headset. A voice came through the headphones:

"Good evening."

It was a very pleasant voice, a little muffled, as if someone had a cold, but the person's spirit was surprisingly good.

He opened the game, "Good evening."

"Which map do you want to play today?"

The other side smiled flatteringly, "Wherever Mr. Dan goes, I will go there - Siha."

After just a few games, he had completely fallen for Song Yunhui and had completely become his fan.

It is true that Chigecao was the first to play the game, but he is also a real noob.

The reason why he was not addicted to games before was that he was often abused and his gaming experience was extremely bad. Now, he has suddenly caught up with someone who is also new but inexplicably powerful, and has gradually begun to fall in love with this game.

The game was still loading. Song Yun looked at the screen with his chin propped up and asked casually, "The sound is so muffled, are you feeling unwell?"

“I guess so.”

The other person's tone was strangely calm. "We suddenly received a job that we couldn't handle, and our superiors asked us to find a senior RD ourselves, and there was a time limit. I admit that I was a little anxious, but I didn't expect to be so anxious that I got blisters on my mouth."

Now he has to say "shaha" whenever he speaks more than two sentences.

Song Yunhui didn't hear any urgency in his words.

He asked, “So you found it?”

I'm still playing games here, so I think I've found it.

"Of course not."

Eating grass said as a matter of course, "I'm done."

"Senior RDs are all employed by big companies. Even if the salary is too high, those people don't have the time to go out and take odd jobs...Shaha, not to mention that this is City B. It's good to be able to find someone in such a short time."

He said, "It is my blessing to have such an anxious king above me."

He felt at ease.

The reason they can't find anyone is because they are not working hard, but the bill will not be charged to them. At most, they will just have their performance deducted, which is better than dying suddenly from exhaustion.

Song Yun tapped the tabletop with his pale fingertips, looked back at the computer screen, and asked, "How much are you asking?"

Eat some grass and tell a number.

Song Yun responded, and then nothing more happened.

Someone is playing with me, so I am having a happy time eating grass today.

He followed Song Yun and carefully looked around while laughing, "Boss Dan's reaction speed is really fast. It's a pity not to use it to deal with King Jiji."

King Ji Ji has completely become his nickname for his boss.

Song Yun didn't respond to him.

The evening was not too long, and after a few games it was already past midnight.

Song Yunhui stopped talking and said, "It's late, go to bed."

He was eating grass and forgot that he had a blister on his mouth. He smacked his lips and screamed in pain. Finally, he said, "That's right, otherwise I would have died suddenly."

Song Yun agreed and reminded, "Otherwise there will be no comic books to read."

Eat some grass and start laughing again.

This chat ends here.

After exiting the game, Song Yun did not turn off the computer. He bent one leg, quickly scanned the text on the phone, and then compared it with the computer one by one.

***

The next morning, Qin Shu walked to the window and picked up Chengzi, who was trying to pick up the flowers and plants on the windowsill. When he lowered his head, he saw Song Yunhui, who was dressed neatly, walking out of the door.

He was wearing the same pink sweater as before, still fully armed.

This is clearly out of character.

At least Qin Shu had never seen Song Yunhui before nine o'clock, except yesterday.

Song Yunhui yawned as soon as he got in the car.

It's rare for me to get up so early, and it's indeed a little difficult to adapt.

The taxi driver wrote him a bill and asked him where he was going.

"Go to Chenghuan Technology, Gate No. 1."

Estimating that the journey would be long, Song Yunhui pulled down the brim of his hat and went straight to sleep.

But he didn't sleep for long. When he was half asleep and half awake, the driver slowly stopped the car and said, "We've arrived."

Pushing his glasses that were sliding down, Song Yun paid the money and got out of the car.

Only after he got off the bus did he realize that it was a sunny day and the sun was unexpectedly big.

“…”

Song Yunhui stood at the bottom of the building, his vision swaying.

Not awake yet.

It was rush hour, and this was the CBD. People walking around were all smartly and fashionably dressed white-collar workers. Song Yunhui felt that he would be very conspicuous standing on the road in a pink sweater, so he walked to the side of the road where no one was passing by and stood there.

He had not originally intended to dress like this, but he had completely overestimated the number of coats he had, and when he opened his closet he found it empty.

Now is no longer the time when the previous partner stuffed the clothes until it was full.

He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look around, then lowered his head and sent a message.

Not long after, perhaps less than five minutes, a man walked out of a nearby building.

He was a man in a suit, his hair was well-groomed, and his shirt and suit were not wrinkled at all. At first glance, he looked quite imposing as he walked over, and he looked like a complete social elite.

Song Yunhui declined to comment.

The other party came over and asked, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Song Yunhui?"

Song Yun looked back at him.

"Hello, I have already introduced myself on the phone. I am Chen Chen, an employee of Chenghuan Technology, and your main person in charge of this project."

As he spoke, he glanced at Song Yunhui inconspicuously and sized him up twice.

The other person was wearing a hat and a mask, so his face was not clear, but judging from his outline, his appearance should not be too bad.

Chen Chen thought that they were probably just people with the same name.

He took Song Yunhui and walked towards the building where Chenghuan Technology was located.

Outsiders need to register to enter the building, so Song Yunhui filled in the information at the counter and muted his phone and put it aside.

Chen Chen was standing not far away, holding his cell phone with a serious look on his face, looking like he was handling some important business.

The phone in my hand shook.

Song Yunhui glanced sideways casually and saw the message from Chigecao:

[Today a Bodhisattva came to visit us, and our performance was preserved]