While the others were still chatting and laughing, the agent took a moment to glance at Qin Shu, who was looking down at his phone. He was shocked and couldn't believe it.

He quickly formulated his words in his mind and slowly approached the other party. Just as he had prepared a draft and was about to speak, someone knocked on the door.

The staff opened the door and said everything outside was ready.

Qin Shu put away his phone and stood up.

The words that were about to come out of his throat had to be swallowed back. The agent pounded his chest and coughed twice.

Interviews are divided into individual interviews and group interviews, first individual interviews and then mixed interviews.

The interview was a one-on-one interview. Qin Shu just sat there while the others chatted quietly. The host in charge of the interview patted the sweat from his hands lightly, then walked into the camera with a smile on his face.

The questions she asked were all very common, the kind that one could answer by making up an answer on the spot.

Qin Shu's answers to the questions were very clear and concise, without saying a single extra word. They were completely template answers.

The template represents excellence, and also represents officiality and formality, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing surprising.

Qin Shu showed no unnecessary expressions throughout the entire process. The host kept a faint smile on his face, trying to liven up the atmosphere with his micro-expressions so that the clips that were edited out later would not be so awkward.

"Okay, let's move on to the last question."

The host breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Who do you think is the actor you admire most in the crew?"

This question is a free point question.

Just name an actor who is famous and well-received, or an unknown but honest actor, and the problem would end there.

But this is where the accident happened.

Templates are no longer templates.

Qin Shu's expression finally changed a little. He said, "It's Song Yunhui."

This was the first time others heard this name from his mouth, and it seemed to be the first time he pronounced this name seriously.

Unlike the declarative tone he used before, this name seemed to have been lingering in his mind thousands of times before he said it. His tone was gentle when he spoke it, and his emotional changes were clearly felt.

But it was Song Yunhui, a man who once had tens of millions of fans, tens of millions of whom were black fans.

The host maintained his expression and said, "Can I ask the reason?"

Qin Shu was rarely as fluent as before.

There are too many reasons.

He had trouble picking out just one or two.

The host was still waiting. Qin Shu was silent for a while, then said:

"After watching the movie, you may feel more deeply than I do."

The host was still eagerly expecting him to say something else, but after Qin Shu finished this sentence, he shut up and sat there, obviously waiting for the end.

The host then announced that the interview was over.

After the photographer made a gesture to indicate that it was time to leave, Qin Shu immediately stood up and took out the mobile phone in his pocket.

There are two unread messages.

One is from a certain news source, and the other is from a certain public account.

Qin Shu silently cancelled the automatic follow-up of a public account, and then chose to refuse to accept the push of certain news.

He looked at the time again and found that it was only eleven o'clock.

Song Yunhui had breakfast late this morning, so he should not be hungry now.

Wait a little longer.

***

After drinking porridge in the morning, Song Yunhui went straight home and sat in front of the computer for several hours.

It was not until he went downstairs to drink water that he remembered that Qin Shu seemed to have repeatedly instructed him about something yesterday.

He paused as he was about to go upstairs, turned abruptly, took the key at the door and went out.

He looked at the time as he walked, feeling inexplicably guilty.

At twelve o'clock, Qin Shuyou sent a message asking him if he had eaten, but he didn't see it.

...It's not too late to have lunch at two o'clock.

After the dumplings were put into the pot and taken out, Song Yunhui took a photo and sent it to others immediately.

He must be busy, so he didn't reply immediately.

Song Yunhui heaved a sigh of relief as if he had been granted a reprieve. He picked up Cheng Zi who was rubbing against him and said seriously, "You have to say something good for me when the time comes."

Oranges don't say nice things, they only meow.

After washing the dishes and checking Orange's cat food and water, Song Yunhui patted the little cat's head and left again.

In the afternoon, the uncut version of the interview with the crew of "Departure" was released, and the popularity continued to rise. After the entry appeared, it became a hit.

The explosion was about Qin Shu and the director's attitude towards Song Yunhui.

Even though he saved someone before, Song Yunhui's reputation on the Internet is still not good.

Ultimately, even if the person who fell into the water explains himself, the impression deeply engraved in his mind is difficult to change.

For many celebrities, being associated with Song Yunhui is not a good thing.

To be associated with him means to be implicated and to suffer.

But Qin Shu and the director were so direct and reckless.

Qin Shu said that he admired Song Yunhui, and the director was even more absolute.

He said he believed that the role played by Song Yunhui could only be played by Song Yunhui and was irreplaceable.

[“Irreplaceable”, I don’t need to tell you who wants to replace him]

[No way, why is Qin Shu like this? Song Yunhui is really capable.]

[Let me put it this way, how come Zishu is unworthy? He also works very hard.]

[I can't wait to jump out before I name anyone, so I don't need to explain what the issue is]

[wc President Qin, why did you speak up for Song Yunhui! What is there for him when he has both money and fame? You can't just be after him as a person.]

[However, this time I choose to trust Mr. Qin and Director Li. With my status at this level, there is no need to speak well of others for anything.]

[You are here to speak well of Song Yunhui, but have you ever seen him show up? You are asking for trouble.]

[Although I am a fan of President Qin, I will still wait and see this time, at least watch the trailer before starting to listen (if Song Yunhui is in the trailer)]

The discussion became more and more heated, and finally the focus shifted to the trailer that was sent out on time at 6pm. Everyone unanimously decided to wait and see how the trailer performed before increasing their efforts.

It was an ordinary day, an ordinary afternoon.

Putting down the coffee cup in his hand, Song Yun turned his gaze away from the computer and looked out the window.

It was already dusk.

The sun was shining brightly today, and the sun was just as hot at sunset.

The orange-yellow clouds spread out, and the red glow in the sky gradually changed to purple as it approached. It was light and shallow, quiet but full of presence, and silently warm.

Just like the day I woke up in the hospital.

That day he sat on the hospital bed, watching the clouds move and the sky gradually darken.

The ward was not soundproof, and he could hear the faint voices of other patients' families and the occasional crying and laughing coming from the ward next door.

Laughter, scolding, separation of life and death, all aspects of life are concentrated in a hospital.

The ward where I was staying was quiet.

A quiet environment is great for thinking.

Think, then learn to give up, learn to accept, and learn to face reality.

Just like the setting in the novel, I am indeed annoying.

The clouds in the sky moved imperceptibly, and the passage of time seemed to have suddenly disappeared at this moment.

No one comes, no one leaves, no one asks.

It was the first time he discovered that time could pass so slowly for a person.

“Buzz——”

The sound of a vibrating cell phone broke the silence and brought everything back to reality. Song Yun came back to his senses and answered the phone.

It was Qin Shu calling. The background noise was very noisy, so he probably hasn't called back yet.

He asked, "Do you want to eat anything tonight? There's a fresh food store nearby, so you can buy some."

The breath of life along with the noisy background music suddenly hit me.

“…”

After a brief silence, Song Yunhui slowly leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling that was already covered in shadows, his hair flying back. He smiled and said, "Seafood porridge."

"I want seafood porridge."

There is a small garden under the window of the ward, and many patients like to take a walk there.

The red glow slowly faded away, and under the bright light, he saw a family sitting on a bench. A little boy in a striped hospital gown was holding a bowl of seafood porridge passed to him by his parents, his pale face full of smiles.

At that time he thought that the porridge must be delicious.

Qin Shu responded, "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yun turned his head and looked out the window again, then retracted his gaze, stood up and looked at the computer again.

***

At 6 pm, the trailer for "Departure" was broadcast on the entire network on time.

"Departure" has a clear theme. It tells the true story of a navy team setting sail to escort a super-large cargo ship carrying life-saving medicine to the port safely.

The sea was surging, and at the end was the sea overlord who was eyeing them covetously. Amid the rumbling of artillery fire and gunfire, some people remained forever in the bottomless sea, while others stayed in the direction closest to home.

Song Yunhui plays Chen Si, the person in charge of this batch of drugs. He is suffering from an acute illness and there are not many shots of him in the trailer.

But one shot is enough.

Behind his camera was Qin Shu, whose face was covered in blood and whose expression was sullen.

Holding an antique wooden box in his hand, he said in a deep voice:

"Return."

The screen fades to black, and the trailer ends here.

【??? Stop the knife, help me!!】

[Oh my god, oh my god, I really believed it! Oh my god, Director Li and Qin Shu didn’t lie! The look in Song Yunhui’s eyes gave me goosebumps]

[The casting is amazing!!! I really feel like every role has to be played by this person! ]

[No, no, no! In that scene, Chen Si got sick and didn’t take medicine, but a knife. Then Qin Shu held up a box that Chen Si always had to bring. No, no! ]

[I've been looking forward to it the whole time! Come on, it's coming out soon! ]

[This trailer contains the only usable shots of Song Yunhui :D]

[Okay, I've decided. I believe in President Qin and I believe Song Yun will come back.]

[Let’s put aside the character, I’m just looking forward to this movie]

[I take back what I said before, I was hooked in one second! This look is killing me! ]

[I heard there will be a premiere later, I wonder if Song Yun will go back]

[The reputation was bad before, but if it improves now, he will probably go]

【……】

There was constant speculation on the internet as Song Yunhui sat on the sofa and cuddled up to Orange, rubbing the kitten's chin.

Qin Shu slowly cooked the porridge and turned to ask him, "There will be a premiere later. Director Li asked me to bring a message. Are you going?"

Song Yunhui rubbed the kitten's paws, his eyes calm.

“No.”