The house was renovated but not completely furnished.

This place was originally used for retirement, and there is no plan to move in in the short term. The room was only painted white, and the necessary furniture was added, and the water, electricity and gas network were turned on. There is nothing else. The whole place is an upgraded version of a slum.

Song Yunhui adapted well, hung his clothes in the closet, and put some messy music scores in order on the desk.

A little hungry.

When I was in the hospital before, I should have eaten by this time.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with one leg bent and placed on it, Song Yunhui lowered his head and flipped through his phone to see if there was any takeout.

But unfortunately, there are not many takeaway items to match the location.

While looking at the phone, I felt a strange sensation at the ankle of my foot that had fallen to the ground. Just as I was about to look down, the doorbell rang again.

Song Yunhui then stood up and walked towards the door.

No one knew he lived here. At this point in time, it was either the property owner or some other weird people.

The door was new and the camera was not activated.

Putting the phone at the entrance, Song Yunhui waved his hand and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a cool breeze blew in, bringing with it the smell of... food?

Song Yun raised his eyes.

Standing at the door was a man, half a head taller than him, dressed in black, with a mask and a hat, and a strong sense of oppression was overwhelming.

In a way it was a complete outfit.

Song Yun returned to alert.

“…”

Qin Shu stood at the door and looked at the person in front of him, who had his cap pulled down to the lowest point and was wearing a mask with glasses so that his entire face could not be seen. He also felt surprised.

The lights in the house were bright, and the people inside looked even more eerie with their backs to the light.

I didn't expect that someone would dress so conservatively at home.

The two looked at each other through their glasses without prescription.

Qin Shu took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

As soon as his brain started to work, Song Yunhui's body moved unconsciously.

He wanted to throw his opponent over his shoulder, but the opponent blocked his move with his hand.

In the chaos, both of them fell to the ground.

"I came to find my cat."

"You just have the same hands and feet."

Two voices fell at the same time, and a chubby and furry figure walked out of the master bedroom, stepped on Qin Shu with his paw, and then patted the mask on Song Yunhui's face with his paw, and made a feline cry:

"Meow~"

The world seems a little quieter.

They both stood up, and Song Yunhui took the orange long-haired cat in his arms.

It’s… a little heavy.

It's filled with the weight of love.

Things were finally explained.

The person standing opposite him was his neighbor. When it was time for dinner, he didn't find the cat. He saw that the window of the room was torn open to leave a small gap, so he prepared to go door to door to ask if anyone had seen the cat that sneaked out.

Song Yunhui then stretched out his hand, intending to return the cat.

He tried hard to move his hands, but the cat remained relatively still with him, its claws hooked on his clothes, its eyes full of reluctance.

It even turned around and meowed at Qin Shu, showing its pride, and tried its best to get closer to Song Yunhui.

Song Yun replied: "..."

Although he couldn't understand, he always felt that he knew what the cat was saying.

Qin Shu: “…”

Finally, Qin Shu said, "Have you eaten yet? The meal is just ready. Do you want to come to my place for dinner tonight?"

His voice is very pleasant, especially at night, it's like tapping the eardrum as if it were the eardrum.

Song Yunhui inexplicably felt the other party's subtle humility.

That is the sadness of having a cat that you have raised for a long time but it is closer to a stranger than to you, and having to ask a stranger to take the cat back when you want it back.

The two of them, one wanting to ask the cat to go back and the other whose brain was completely controlled by hunger, hit it off immediately.

After walking a few steps to the next door, he could still feel the rise and fall of the cat's breathing in his arms. Song Yunhui gently pinched the cat's white gloves and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qin Shu opened the door.

The room is very bright, with a distinctly modern minimalist style, and the black, white and grey three-piece suit is distinctly different.

The only difference is the cat climbing frame and other cat supplies, which are quite conspicuous in a room like this.

After entering the house, the two suspects dressed as A and B finally revealed their true identities.

The two looked at each other and were stunned.

Song Yunhui slowly put the mask into his pocket and understood what was going on.

He asked why the man was wrapped so tightly, and it turned out that he was from the same industry.

former colleague.

The man standing in front of him was tall, with deeper eyebrows and eyes than the average oriental man, a sharp and distinct jawline, and a very cold and hard appearance.

This is Qin Shu, the Grand Slam winner who has been popular for many years and is regarded as a cool male god by the outside world.

They had met a few times before, but it was just a few drinks delivered to each other, and there was no contact after that. I didn't hear him accept any notice for a long time, and I didn't expect that he would live here.

Qin Shu didn't expect that the person living next door was Song Yunhui.

His cold and hard brows softened slightly.

"What a coincidence."

"Hmm, what a coincidence."

The door closed and Song Yunhui put the cat down.

When it arrived at the area it was familiar with, as if it was sure that Song Yunhui would also stay here, the cat got off the ground and slowly walked away with four little white gloves on, looking for food.

Song Yunhui and Qin Shu had dinner together.

Qin Shu looks cold and doesn't talk much, but his cooking skills are surprisingly good and the cat is well taken care of.

When he was about to leave after finishing his meal, Qin Shu opened the door for him and said, "I just had a minor injury on my right foot. I will be staying here for a while. Come find me if you need anything."

Song Yunhui noticed that his seemingly serious eyes were a little wavering.

He understood.

The key point is the first half of the sentence, which is the same hands and feet before the explanation.

Qin Shu saw that the corners of Song Yunhui's mouth seemed to curl up strangely.

Without saying much, Song Yun said goodbye and left quickly before the cat noticed.

Qin Shu returned to the living room, stood in front of the window and saw the light in the room opposite come on. Only then did he retract his gaze.

As soon as he turned his head, he immediately saw the little kitten who was about to cry because he couldn't find Song Yunhui anywhere.

“…”

He squatted down and touched the kitten's head.

***

The next day after Song Yun returned, he received many express deliveries.

There were all his instruments, and books and a pile of sheet music.

Then the computer was finally delivered.

He looked at the pile of parts and fell into a brief silence.

Finally, there was a knock on Qin Shu's door.

Qin Shu had just opened the door a crack, and before he could even say a word, an orange-yellow shell rushed over, so fast that it left an afterimage.

This time he caught the orange cat and prevented it from rushing towards Song Yunhui.

Song Yun replied that he came to borrow a toolbox.

In the time it took Qin Shu to turn around, the cat was already completely attached to Song Yunhui.

After many twists and turns, Song Yun finally hugged the cat back, and Qin Shu walked behind him carrying the toolbox.

After entering the house, the cat landed and began to slowly patrol its new territory.

Song Yunhui took the toolbox from Qin Shu, first opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of strawberry milk, one for Qin Shu and one on the table.

Sitting casually on the sofa and opening the toolbox, Song Yunhui said before Qin Shu could speak: "We just moved here, and this is the only thing we can drink."

Qin Shu sat down opposite him and poked the milk with skillful movements.

The strawberry milk carton is not big, and it looks even smaller when held in the hand with distinct finger bones, and it is pink and tender.

The hard brows were still hard, but Qin Shu's eyes narrowed unconsciously.

Song Yun retracted his gaze and thought to himself, as expected.

Some people usually look cold and cool, but they are actually cool guys who like to drink strawberry milk.

The first time he met Qin Shu was in the lounge. When the door opened, the first thing he saw was Qin Shu, who was video chatting with his cat with a strawberry milk straw in his mouth.

Since this time, he never believed the label of being aloof that others gave to Qin Shu again.

Song Yunhui took the parts out of the box one by one, chatting as he did so, "What's the cat's name?"

"orange."

There are already a bunch of parts on the table.

Song Yunhui took out a flat-head screwdriver and a Phillips screwdriver from the toolbox and began to fiddle with the parts on the table.

He had beautiful hands, and surprisingly he could also hold a cobweb, so he was surprisingly fluent in the delicate work of assembling things.

Qin Shu didn't know what he was doing at first, but when he saw him start to install the processor, processor fan, and memory onto the motherboard, he finally realized something was wrong.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm installing the host."

Song Yunhui smiled faintly, "It's very troublesome to send the computer directly. It's much easier to send it after unpacking it."

Qin Shu was reserved about the idea that it would be more convenient to take it apart.

I just didn't expect that Song Yunhui would actually do these things.

It's very different from the rumors.

After staying here for a not-too-long time, Qin Shu finally became a tool man with his skills, specializing in delivering tools.

After finishing the work and returning the toolbox, Song Yunhui waved to Qin Shu, who was sleeping with Orange in his arms, and turned back to go home.

After opening a bottle of strawberry milk, Song Yunhui sat in front of the computer, the dark blue screen illuminating his light-colored eyes.

The phone next to the keyboard began to vibrate, he lowered his eyes and clicked twice casually.

After a few seconds, the phone started vibrating again.

Song Yunhui clicked on his phone, leaned back in his seat, and picked up the cup.

The temperature of the warm water was transmitted to the palm of my hand through the wall of the cup.

"Song Yunhui."

It was Song Yunyang's voice.

What a rare guest.

After not contacting each other for almost two months, he almost forgot he had this brother.

"Uncle Chen said you have been discharged from the hospital. Where are you now?"

Song Yunhui took a sip of water slowly and said, "Work."

"When will you be back?"

Song Yunhui did not answer immediately and took another sip of water.

He knew very well that this was not family care.

"Zishu wants to borrow your room for a while, and will restore it to its original state after use."

Song Zishu is the protagonist of the novel, his nominal younger brother.

really.

Without asking why the old house didn't use the many empty rooms, Song Yunhui put down the cup and said "hmm".

"It'll take as long as you want. Anything else?"

“…”

There was silence on the other side.

"you……"

Song Yunhui silently counted down to three, and hung up the phone the moment he heard the voice from the other end.

It's quiet.