I haven't been surfing the Internet much these days. I haven't updated the comics for a few days, so I have no desire to log in to Big Eyes. Song Yun uses his phone more to check the time and call Qin Shu, and at most communicate with the front-end.

A few days were enough for him to build the framework and sort out the interfaces. After communicating with the front-end, he packed the program into a USB drive, took the USB drive, put on his coat and went out.

The weather forecast said that it would rain in two days, and the temperature would drop sharply after the rain, but in fact the temperature has already started to drop sharply in the past two days, and the coat I bought earlier came in handy.

He was wearing the coat that Qin Shu had picked out for him. It was cream-colored, and he felt warmer after putting it on.

He put on a hat and a mask and closed the door. As soon as he walked to the door, he saw Qin Shu walking in the yard with an orange in his arms.

He waved at each other and heard Orange meow twice before turning and leaving.

He was already familiar with the process of going to City B, so this time he didn't need to follow the navigation step by step.

The Chenghuan Technology business district is a landmark, and it is easy to find if the drivers are familiar with it.

After getting off the car, he thought for a moment and then walked in one direction.

His memory is not so sure about its goodness.

For example, he can forget what happened in his childhood and most of his memories from high school, but he can remember this place he has only been to once.

This time he came a little earlier than last time and caught the morning rush hour. The traffic was stuck on the road for a long time. He left home early but arrived later than last time.

Now it is real winter, and those sophisticated white-collar workers are finally willing to put on thick coats instead of dress pants and skirts. Song Yunhui finally doesn't look so abrupt when walking in the crowd.

There are still about ten minutes before work starts. People walking next to them have unconsciously quickened their pace, and Song Yunhui has to follow suit and quicken his pace.

When he arrived at the entrance of Chenghuan Technology, many employees were rushing into the building.

They still have the task of punching in and out, so they can't be as leisurely as Song Yunhui.

It’s just a pity that I didn’t see Chen Chen among those people who were eager to check in.

After taking out the pass that he had been searching for for a long time this morning and confirming it at the front desk, Song Yun looked back at the elevator that was almost crowded, and then looked at the empty stairs.

He turned on his tiptoes and walked slowly towards the stairs.

There was no one on the stairs, so he could yawn as much as he wanted.

He worked all night to finish his work last night and woke up after sleeping for less than two hours. He is able to keep his eyes open now purely through his willpower.

With drooping eyelids and black-framed glasses slightly covering the dark circles under his eyes, Song Yunhui slowly climbed the stairs. Seeing that he had passed the check-in point, he went out to the nearest floor and took the elevator.

I closed my eyes and the elevator door opened. When I looked up again, the first person I saw was Chen Chen, who was still dressed like a social elite.

He said in a high-sounding manner: "I came here to wait as soon as you sent the message. I am touched, right?"

Song Yun looked him up and down: "Is this why you are not even willing to come out of the building to pick me up?"

Chen Chen laughed softly twice.

When he smiled, he looked silly, without any of the qualities of a social elite.

He came closer and whispered even more quietly, "The coat I'm wearing today doesn't keep me warm. I'll definitely freeze to death if I leave the air conditioner on."

"You don't want to be without comics, sir."

He has now completely walked out of the shadow of the past and can now write comics with ease.

Song Yun smiled back, pushed up his glasses, and handed him the USB flash drive in his pocket.

"I'm here to report."

Taking the USB drive, Chen Chen was in awe, "You really figured it out!"

He said, "If I had known this earlier, I would have come to you directly."

I lost a lot of hair and got two blisters because of worrying.

Song Yunhui yawned again and said, "Take it and read it quickly. If there is nothing else, I will go back to catch up on my sleep."

Chen Chen then took him to the same reception room as last time.

The waiting time was not long. Song Yunhui didn't want to sleep in someone else's company, so he just picked up a Candy Crush game to keep himself awake.

Chen Chen moved quickly. When the other party made a gesture to him, he put away his phone and stood up.

When he passed by Chen Chen, even though he was conscious, he still reminded him: "Don't forget to urge your king to transfer the money."

Chen Chen still did not leave his air conditioner. He responded and watched Song Yun leave.

After Song Yun got back into the taxi, he closed his eyes. The phone in his hand shook, and he forced himself to take a look.

It’s a payment message.

He fell asleep immediately after returning home. His cell phone rang, but he was unaware of it.

When I opened my eyes again, it was dark.

It's not dark because it's going to rain, it's just normal and gradually getting dark.

Song Yunhui quickly sat up, picked up the phone beside the bed and checked the time.

6:12 pm.

He set an alarm before going to bed, but his phone was always on silent and only vibrated, not waking him up.

Piano reservations are open until six o'clock.

He quickly put on his coat and got out of bed, then Song Yunhui took his cell phone and keys and put on a mask as he walked.

The lights next door are not on, so Qin Shu should not be at home either.

After leaving the community, he hailed a taxi. When he was about to turn on his cell phone, he found that the screen was black and the battery was low.

He borrowed a USB charging cable from the driver and connected it to the power supply in the car, and then he waited for his phone to turn on.

Halfway through the run, the phone was finally turned on.

He called the owner of the music store.

The call was answered slowly, and it rang several times before someone answered.

Song Yun asked if the reserved piano was still there.

His voice was still a little hoarse after just waking up.

The other party was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "I sent you a message, but you didn't reply. Someone came to buy it, so I can only sell it."

The boss knew that he really wanted the piano, but the appointed time had passed and he couldn't get in touch with him. Many buyers would run away without buying such an expensive piano after the appointed time had passed. He couldn't bear such a big risk and could only sell it if he could.

"Yeah, okay."

Song Yunhui lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you, boss."

After hanging up the phone, he lowered his head and checked WeChat, and saw the message his boss sent him.

The boss said the reservation deadline was about to pass and asked him if he wanted the piano. If he did, he could keep it for him.

He didn't reply, he must have been completely asleep at that time.

Without a destination in sight, and looking at the streets receding on both sides, he stopped the driver and said, "Just get off in front."

The driver stopped, Song Yun pressed down the brim of his hat and got out of the car.

The night wind blew. He had just woken up and his coat was warm. He didn't feel that cold. He just didn't know what to do.

There was a taxi stand ahead. After standing there for a while, he continued walking forward.

Go back.

The decision was made easily. Song Yunhui's expression remained unchanged, but he touched his fingers unconsciously.

It's icy, not like human body temperature.

"Song Yunhui!"

A person was walking straight ahead, waving as he walked.

Chen Chen was still wearing his coat and still looked like a social elite.

Someone nearby looked over, and Song Yunhui just wanted to pretend that he didn't know him.

"What a coincidence, you are here too."

Chen Chen came over and touched him, saying, "Thanks to your great achievements, I plan to go out for a drink tonight to reward myself. Do you want to come with me?"

Although what he asked was a question, his actions had already led Song Yun back to the other side.

Song Yunhui just followed him.

Apart from looking like a serious person, Chen Chen has nothing to do with being a serious person.

When he said drinking, he meant going to a bar, and he explained everything to Song Yunhui one by one, telling which bar was open, which bar had a good atmosphere, and which bar made the best drinks.

He took him to the shop that was said to make delicious cocktails.

Now that it's getting dark, there are surprisingly many people who just got off work and have been waiting to come drink in the evening.

The cold atmosphere disappeared once you entered the store, the lights were dim and flickering, and it felt hot inside.

Chen Chen took Song Yun back to a booth near the corner.

This place is in a remote location with almost no light, making it suitable for some former big stars to hide.

Song Yunhui usually doesn't drink alcohol, but now he can try.

Chen Chen asked him if he drank alcohol normally, and he said no, so the other party ordered him some wine that was said to have a lower alcohol content.

Maybe the alcohol content is really low. After drinking a glass of wine, Song Yunhui didn't feel any discomfort.

It was a little hot in here, so he unzipped his coat and swayed the cup in his hand, carrying the light yellow wine with it.

He said, "I had something I really wanted, but someone else bought it."

"No wonder you looked so down just now," Chen Chen understood and said, "It's really sad when something you've always wanted is bought by someone else."

Song Yunhui paused at first, then shook his head, "No."

Sure enough, this is how normal people react when they find out that something they want is no longer available.

No one is as insensitive as he is.

——Maybe he didn't really want it.

Chen Chen thought he was just being stubborn, and when he saw that the wine in his glass was almost empty, he asked, "Would you like another drink?"

Song Yun replied, "Come."

Chen Chen was surprised while drinking and said, "Maybe you can drink quite well."

Song Yunhui nodded: "I think so too."

He rested his chin on the table with his hands, his eyelashes drooped lightly, the tails of his eyes were long but not thin, and there was a slight coldness in his expression when he was not smiling.

Very beautiful.

Chen Chen stared at him for a while, then patted his chest and said, "Fortunately, I am straight."

Not sure what his words touched upon, Song Yun smiled back.

He slowly stood up while holding onto the table and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

So he prepared to go.

Chen Chen pulled him back and reminded him, "Where's your mask?"

The internet has been full of news about him these days, and he doesn't dare let him be recognized in the bar.

Song Yun turned his head, then took out a mask from his pocket and put it on again.

His movements were not as smooth as before, and there was a strange sense of sluggishness.

This time there was no problem and he could finally start again.

Chen Chen asked him to go and come back quickly.

Song Yun didn't reply to him.

The lights were dim, and Chen Chen did not see his unfocused eyes and unsteady steps.

It's not that Song Yunhui rarely drinks, but that he has never drunk alcohol at all.