Zhong Xu was very calm and said, "Let Song Yun answer the phone."
Qin Shu turned around and looked at Song Yunhui who had already started singing the improvised "Orange Song" and said, "He is not very convenient now. If it's urgent, please use WeChat. I will tell him to read it as soon as possible. If it's not urgent, please call me tomorrow."
Zhong Xu, whose WeChat account was blocked: “…”
Thinking of the previous phone call, Zhong Xu asked: "Is Yun Hui drunk?"
He said, "Please tell me the address so I can pick him up. Thank you for helping me take care of him."
His words flowed naturally, as if they were supposed to be that way.
He really felt that it should be so.
Qin Shu didn't tell me the address or nod his head in agreement, but just said, "I can take good care of him, so you don't have to worry about it."
On the other end of the phone, Zhong Xu's expression slowly cooled down and he said, "You know me."
It’s an affirmative sentence.
Qin Shu had the phone in his hand and had no time to say anything. After Song Yun finished singing "Orange Song", he asked him how long it would take, saying that he was in a hurry to go back and become sworn brothers with Orange.
He was helpless, "You can go home soon, just bear with it for now."
Looking down, he touched the back of Song Yunhui's cold hand and said, "Why is your dress torn? Pull it up quickly... I'll pull it up for you later."
His attention briefly returned to the phone, and he said, "If it's nothing important, I'll hang up first."
He asked if there was anything important, but hung up the phone after asking.
Polite, but not much.
There was a busy tone on the other end of the phone and Zhong Xu slowly put down the phone.
go home? Which home are you going back to?
Where else can Song Yunhui go except here and the Song residence?
His fingers tapped the screen unconsciously as he recalled the gossip he had heard at the previous dinner.
Maybe it's not fake.
***
Putting the phone back into Song Yun's pocket, Qin Shu lowered his head and pulled the other's clothes.
Song Yunhui sat like this, his whole body sunk into the milky white clothes, he raised his head and squinted his eyes, letting Qin Shu do what he wanted.
The distance from City B to home is not short.
The drunk fell asleep halfway, with his head tilted, looking at the warmth under the warm light.
He slept restlessly, and his eyelashes fluttered frequently.
It was another red light, and Qin Shu reached out to turn off the lights in the car.
The car windows were all closed and the air conditioner was on, making the car warm.
In the darkness, the light from the window shone through.
The green light came on, Qin Shu turned around, stepped on the accelerator and shifted gears.
It was quiet all the way until they were almost there, when Song Yunhui suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had woken up on time.
He could hardly lift his eyelids, so he squinted and began to feel around, asking, "Where's the orange? Where's my orange?"
Qin Shu asked him to put his hands in his pockets and cover them, and said, "Chengzi is at home, you will see him soon."
Song Yunhui was silent for a while.
As soon as the car stopped, he sat up straight and tried to jump out, but his movements were restrained by the seat belt.
Qin Shu got out of the car, opened the door, and helped Song Yunhui unbuckle his seat belt.
Song Yunhui was able to jump down, but he couldn't stand still. In the end, Qin Shu helped him get out of the car.
As soon as he entered the yard, he started calling Orange from a distance.
Subjectively, he used force, but objectively his voice was not loud, just a little louder than normal speech.
But Orange heard it.
There was a cat's meowing sound coming from the room, meow, meow, meow, each sound more urgent than the last.
Qin Shu held Song Yunhui's hand with one hand and opened the door with the other. When he opened the door, a bunch of cats jumped out instantly.
Chengzi was still acting like a spoiled child. Song Yunhui wanted to play with Chengzi, but he couldn't stand steadily. Qin Shu, the only sober person, took care of the man and the cat and closed the door with some difficulty.
After changing into slippers, Song Yunhui went to the living room. Instead of sitting on the sofa, he sat directly on the carpet. Chengzi rolled around in his arms with her belly exposed.
Qin Shu turned on the heat.
This time, Song Yunhui did not touch or knead Orange, but placed Orange opposite, trying to get the kitten to sit still.
"Qin Shu, come here quickly."
He waved to Qin Shu, who was walking to the kitchen to make hangover soup, and said, "We are going to become sworn brothers!"
He called out his real name this time, which showed how serious his attitude was.
Qin Shu then temporarily gave up making the hangover soup and walked over.
Song Yunhui patted the seat next to him, and Qin Shu sat down as he requested.
Song Yunhui had a serious look on his face, except that he had just taken off his hat, so his hair was a mess and his clothes were soft, which ruined the seriousness.
Qin Shu took the initiative to ask: "Am I the witness of the sworn brotherhood?"
Song Yunhui shook his head, "No, we want to become sworn brothers together."
Orange wanted to come up and rub against him again, but was stopped by him.
It seems that the attitude is indeed very firm this time.
Qin Shu's eyebrows moved slightly, still cooperating with him, and asked, "Then what is our sworn brotherhood?"
Song Yunhui thought carefully, "I want to be Orange's big brother, and then you are Orange's father."
Qin Shu was silent for a moment.
Fortunately, Song Yunhui discovered the logical relationship and frowned, saying, "No, this won't make our relationship right."
Qin Shu slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, then," Song Yunhui made the final decision, "I want to be Orange's father, and you are Orange's father."
He turned to Qin Shu and asked, "Do you have any objections?"
Qin Shu: "I have no objection."
So the swearing-in ceremony began.
They were supposed to drink some wine, but Song Yunhui realized that the kitten couldn't drink alcohol, so he gave him water instead.
To be precise, he and Qin Shu drank strawberry milk, and Orange drank the water in the small basin.
The kitten didn't understand what the adults were doing, but still drank two sips of water symbolically.
In short, this completes the sworn brotherhood.
Song Yun hugged Chengzi back and shouted to the kitten earnestly, "So big."
Orange didn't know if the person was calling him, so he meowed hesitantly.
After the sworn brotherhood was completed, Qin Shu asked Song Yun if he could leave for a while.
Song Yunhui didn't say anything to deny it, but just looked at him seriously, then said "hmm" in a low voice.
“…”
Qin Shu didn't dare to leave.
The hangover soup can only be put aside for now.
Orange also meowed twice, rubbed his trouser leg, and then returned to Song Yun's arms.
Song Yunhui was humming his "Orange Song" again.
Qin Shu was also sitting on the carpet. Then he remembered something, took the orange from the other man's arms, helped him stand up, and said, "I'll take you to see something."
Song Yun regained interest and followed him.
Qin Shu took him to a once empty room on the first floor. Song Yun walked around it and found that there was nothing inside except two windows and a cabinet.
Qin Shu opened the door and then turned on the light.
The light is warm white, and the room becomes bright the moment it is turned on.
In the middle of the room is a brown piano, which shines a warm yet present light under the lamp.
Song Yunhui's drooping brows looked a little more alert.
It just... looks familiar.
Including the color, layout, and texture direction, it is very familiar.
——It was exactly the same piano as I wanted.
Qin Shu said, "I'll give you the housewarming gift."
"You're not at home today, so I'll put it here first."
The piano cover was opened, Song Yunhui's fingers touched the black and white keys, he lowered his eyes to look at the piano, and suddenly smiled.
Unlike his usual smile, his smile was shallow, but when your eyes met, you could clearly feel his smile.
This emotion is more real than any other time.
Qin Shu asked him: "Do you like it?"
Song Yun nodded.
If he didn't want it, he wouldn't have saved money for this piano.
He didn't feel any regret or loss when he found out that the piano had been bought, but his current mood is real.
He is very happy.
There is no need for a reason, and it is not simply because of this piano.
The delighted Master Song decided to play "Orange Song" on the spot.
Qin Shu was promoted to photographer, and his mobile phone is his camera.
Song Yunhui sat on the stool, Chengzi put his hands in his lap and squinted his eyes.
Despite the arbitrary name, the piano version of "Orange Song" is actually very nice, both objectively and subjectively.
Arranging and playing the piano seemed to be ingrained in Song Yunhui's bones. No matter if he was too drunk to walk or not, he could always complete them excellently without leaving any stain on either of them.
His hands were originally cold, but after entering the house, they began to warm up gradually and were no longer so cold that his movements were no longer slow.
His fingers were very long. They were originally red due to the cold, but now they have turned into normal color and are very conspicuous among the black and white piano keys.
Although he had never used this piano, he used it very fluently.
There is no other reason, it's just been used for a long time.
The piano Xu Wenhui gave him is exactly the same as this one. He has been using that piano since he was a child.
The pianos were manufactured in small quantities at the time, and have been completely discontinued since then, with even fewer still circulating on the market.
Unexpectedly, the person who bought it in the end was Qin Shu.
After playing "Orange Song", Song Yun walked back to Qin Shu and leaned over to look at his phone to see the photographer's finished film.
There is a subtle difference between the photographer's angle and the usual horizontal shooting with a camera.
It’s hard to say what the difference is, but it’s just more comfortable to watch, as if it has built-in tracking light and I’m always in the center of sight.
Song Yunhui pondered carefully, hesitated for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "So this is..."
"Master's perspective."
Qin Shu sighed softly and said "hmm".
Song Yun held his shoulders, breathed lightly on his neck, and asked him, "Master, when will this video be posted?"
The master's body stiffened slightly.
Qin Shu turned his head, his eyes swept across the other person's long eyelashes and the end of his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Not now, it needs to be trimmed again."
If this video is released tonight and leaked to the Internet, Song Yun will probably not go out for the next month.
Song Yunhui sighed regretfully and rubbed the kitten's head.
Qin Shu glanced at his drooping eyes.
The other party was obviously in high spirits, but also very sleepy, with dark circles under his eyes, and looked severely sleep-deprived.
"I'm going to make some soup," Qin Shu said with his head down, "Can you play with Chengzi on the sofa for a while?"
Song Yunhui was very considerate and nodded, "Okay."
He lowered his head and rubbed the orange white gloves, whispering, "Good boy, let's go to the living room to play."
Orange meowed.
After safely escorting the man and the cat to the sofa, Qin Shu rolled up his sleeves and was finally able to cook some sobering soup.
The open kitchen allows one to see the entire living room from where he stands. He would glance over there from time to time.
At first there were sounds of cats meowing and talking in the living room, but then the noises became quieter and quieter, and by the time he scooped out the soup and prepared to let it cool a little, the living room was completely silent.
He dried his hands, quietly approached the sofa, then picked up Orange, who was nestling in Song Yunhui's arms, and put him into the cat bed.
Orange slammed twice, but still didn't wake up.
The air conditioner was still on, and Song Yunhui didn't take off his clothes. His face was a little red from the warmth, and he looked like he didn't sleep well.
Putting the slightly cooled hangover soup on the table in the living room, Qin Shu bent down and patted Song Yunhui gently.
The other person's eyes were not open, but his eyelashes were trembling, so he must have woken up.
Qin Shu patiently helped him up, took the hangover soup and put it next to his mouth, saying, "Drink the hangover soup, or you will have a headache tomorrow."
Song Yunhui resisted, but was surprisingly obedient. He opened his eyes a little and drank the sobering soup with a little pain.
He finished drinking and fell down like a salty fish.
Qin Shu rolled up his sleeves again without complaint, revealing his smooth arms.
Song Yunhui was sleeping soundly and had no idea what was happening.
After a busy night, Master Qin walked down from the second floor. He glanced at the living room table with two bottles of strawberry milk on it and the orange drinking basin under the table, and his brows relaxed.
It was late at night and the sound of cleaning the kitchen was faint.
***
“…”
The sun in the distant sky jumped out from the horizon, shining over the tall buildings and gentle slopes, and shining into the room through the windows.
There was a bulge in the white quilt.
Then the bulge moved and a black head emerged.
Song Yunhui opened his eyes with some difficulty.
As soon as I opened my eyes, the sunlight in the room instantly filled my vision.
The first time is new, the second time is familiar.
Seeing the familiar ceiling, Song Yunhui instantly realized where he was now.
Sporadic memories began to emerge in his mind, and he lay on the bed and began to recall the events.
He accompanied Chen Chen for a drink yesterday and then met Bai Linhua?
Maybe it was him, I can't remember clearly.
The later the memory, the clearer it becomes.
It only took a few seconds of memory, but Song Yunhui needed more than ten minutes to cool down.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Hello world, goodbye world.
But he was destined not to say goodbye to this world.
There was a gentle knock on the door. Song Yunhui sat up, then got out of bed and opened the door.
Qin Shu stood outside the door, still wearing her apron, and asked him, "Do you want to sleep a little longer?"
His attitude was very natural, so natural that it seemed as if he had completely forgotten what happened last night.
He was very considerate, but Song Yun replied that he remembered it.
He raised his numb eyes, but then he couldn't bear to look at the other person, so he looked away and said, "No more sleep."
"Nourish your stomach this morning, drink porridge."
Qin Shu said, "Then you wash up first, I'll go get the porridge and let it cool down."
Seeing Song Yun nod, he was about to leave, but when he turned his head, he saw the other person's bare feet on the ground.
"Walking barefoot on the floor is bad for your health. Slippers are next to the bed, so remember to put them on."
Song Yun nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and immediately walked to the bed and put on his slippers.
Slippers are what he likes, he doesn’t reject them, it’s just that he has made it a habit at home.
No one told him that this was wrong, so he just got used to it.
After Qin Shu left, Song Yun returned to the bed and put on his coat, then walked to the window and opened the curtains.
In an instant, the sunlight became even brighter.
This room not only has good lighting, but also has a nice view outside the window.
Looking out from here, you can see the distant mountains and the city, and nearby you can see the small park in the community and the small garden in the yard.
This should have been the best room in the house, but it turned out to be a guest bedroom.
Song Yunhui: If you don’t understand, just ask.
He raised this question when they were sitting at the dinner table after washing up.
Qin Shu said, "I left it for you."
Song Yunhui opened his eyes and said in surprise: "Qin Xiaoshu, you are so good!"
He didn't believe it.
Qin Shu smiled slightly and said nothing more.
Orange slowly came over with his big tail wagging, rubbing against Song Yun's legs.
Song Yunhui picked up Chengzi and blurted out:
"So big."
As soon as he said this, he was stunned.
He suddenly fell into a mysterious state.
Perhaps there is no one in this world who is better at self-destruction than him.
Qin Shu turned his head, but finally couldn't help but laugh.
When he smiled, the forced calm between the two of them was no longer there.
Song Yunhui's ears instantly filled with blood, and he wished he could bang his head against the ground.
The topic has reached this point and cannot be reversed.
Qin Shu said at the right time: "It's better to drink less in the future."
He added, "After you came back yesterday, I told your friends that you got home safely, don't worry."
Song Yunhui covered his face in pain and said, "I won't drink it again."
He really didn't expect that his alcohol tolerance was so poor.
I see other people drinking a lot, drinking bottle after bottle of wine without any problem, but I get drunk after just one glass.
"You can drink in moderation if you want."
Facing Song Yunhui's gaze, Qin Shu said, "Come to me if you want to drink."
Song Yunhui was not suitable to go to the bar with his alcohol tolerance, and he was also worried about the people in these places. After thinking it over, he decided it would be best to stay at home.
Song Yunhui rubbed the cat on his lap.
After finishing breakfast and washing the dishes together, Song Yun held Qin Shu's phone and watched last night's video with an extremely shameful feeling.
The self in the picture is very stupid, extremely stupid.
But the song is pretty nice.
After watching a video, Song Yunhui silently chose to send the video to himself, turned to look at Qin Shu who was sitting next to him, and said: "Yesterday's piano..."
Qin Shu said the same thing: "Housewarming ceremony."
The two of them looked at each other, Song Yunhui's light-colored pupils moved slightly, and then he narrowed his eyes and said:
"Thank you."
His eyes were clear, like a pool of light that could easily penetrate into people's hearts.
Qin Shu's fingers moved slightly.
Song Yunhui once told him that the colder a person looks, the better they look when they smile.
He did not think this was heresy and he agreed with it deeply.
Having received a piano, Song Yunhui no longer had to make any big expenses, so he started thinking about what to do with the money in his savings card.
His desire for consumption is not high. He usually buys some necessary food, occasionally clothes and some things needed for work. He does not have any special interests in other things.
His thoughts wandered, and he said, "Why don't I build a super-large cat bed for my son? Even if he's a cat, he'd better be a prince cat."
Orange playing with toys in the cat bed:?
Qin Shu took a sip of water, turned the cup slowly in his hand, and then suggested: "Why not decorate your house?"
Song Yun thought along his suggestion.
It seemed so. His house was indeed too simple. At most, it was equipped with water, electricity, gas and internet cables. The kitchen was barely usable. Any more details were missing.
The more Song Yunhui thought about it, the more feasible it seemed.
The recording studio, which was created by connecting two rooms, has been renovated. It has a large space inside and he can sleep there at night without getting in the way.
After thinking carefully about the things in the upstairs cabinet, Song Yun replied: "Then I can move the cabinet downstairs, and then..."
Qin Shu sat up straighter, his expression unchanged, and said:
"I mean, you can just come live with me."
He listed them clearly, "During renovation, there is a lot of dust, and the smell of paint is not good for the human body. This place is very close to you, so you can directly check the progress."
He said, "There are also oranges to play with you."
Everything he said hit Song Yunhui's heart hard.
Qin Shu finally said, "The weather is good these two days, so you can find someone to clean the house and then move the necessary furniture in. If there is a movie premiere in two days, I won't be able to help at home."
Song Yunhui was surprised: "So fast?"
He guessed that Qin Shu was a practical person, but he didn't expect him to be so practical.
It was so fast that he was caught off guard.
Qin Shu asked him, "Would you like to quickly plan how the house will be decorated?"
Song Yun replied with a serious face: "I thought about it."
The two men successfully reached an agreement.
Qin Shu said that he happened to know some housekeeping and moving companies, and the two of them discussed it together and immediately arranged a time.
After hanging up the last call, Song Yunhui was still looking for decoration plans with great interest. Qin Shu stood up and said he was going to the bathroom.
“Crash——”
Cold water splashed on his face. Qin Shu leaned on the sink and looked at himself in the mirror.
"Meow!"
The door was not closed tightly, and an orange-yellow furry creature squeezed in through the gap and called out to him.
Qin Shu squatted down and touched Orange's chin. The other party made a small snoring sound and narrowed his eyes.
Qin Shu lowered his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:
“I’m really greedy.”
The kitten didn't understand what he was saying. It just came in to inspect its territory, and then left with its furry paws.
——
After calming down, Qin Shu returned to the living room.
Song Yunhui was still looking at his decoration plan. As soon as Qin Shu sat down, the phone in his hand rang.
It is an unknown number.
Qin Shu took a look and said, "This number called yesterday and I answered."
"He said his name was Zhong Xu."
Song Yunhui supported his chin and hung up the call directly, and the action of blocking was particularly smooth.
Qin Shu did not express any opinion.
The decoration plan still needs further consideration. Song Yunhui played with Chengzi for a while and then went home.
He thought about it carefully and found that he had some free time recently after the completion of the Chenghuan project, which could be used for decoration.
He felt that he shouldn't leave himself idle.
Always find something to do.
After walking around the house, Song Yunhui found that he had not lived there for too long and did not have many personal belongings, so it was easy to clean up.
This was the first time he took stock of the house he had bought.
This is his own house.
There were no servants who looked at people secretly, not too many rules, and no false greetings.
It seems like that's what a person is like.
Going to the second floor, Song Yunhui turned on the computer while looking at his mobile phone.
Bai Linhua sent him a WeChat message, asking him how he was feeling.
He replied, "Very good," and said thank you.
After replying the message, he looked up at the sky.
He remembered that he had roughly told Bai Linhua that he lived far away from City B.
One foot refused to meet, the next foot passionately kissed in the bar.
He was studying the grayscale of the ceiling when his phone shook a few times again.
It’s still Bai Linhua.
[The Golden Melody Awards selection has ended, the results are out today, the organizing committee should contact you soon]
Will you go to the award ceremony? 】
Bai Linhua also said the title of a song, turned on the computer, and Song Yunhui searched on the Internet while typing.
This was a song he wrote a year ago, but he didn't expect it to be dug up and given an award this year.
He composes his message and hits send:
[I can’t go because of something]
The other side seemed to have anticipated this outcome.
The chat time was not long. After Song Yun sent his reply, a push notification popped up automatically on the browser.
[The music industry's most popular group has achieved great success again and may sweep all major music awards]
Song Yunhui remained calm, put down his phone and didn't open it again.
Or maybe his expression changed.
Song Yunhui rubbed his arm unconsciously with the hand that was not holding the mouse.
“…What kind of marketing account is this?”
The person involved didn't care at all and even felt a little embarrassed, but the fans were telling each other the news as if it was New Year's Day in advance.
[The latest news is out!] Golden Melody Awards! It’s the Golden Melody Awards! 】
[I am still listening to "Homeward Journey" repeatedly. I cried my eyes out while watching the trailer. Now I am crying and laughing at the same time.]
[Soymilk and Baishen are the best team. All the songs written by Soymilk and composed by Xiaobai have won awards.]
[The two of us locked ourselves up, and I swallowed the key]
[It’s true!] ! ! I just started right there. Doujiang only gave Xiaobai a set of lyrics and music, and the rest of the people only had a song.]
[If "Homeward Journey" had come out a little earlier, the award would probably have gone to "Homeward Journey"]
[This song is also good, it has been winning awards since it came out]
[Completely crazy!] ! ! Why don't we just bind these two together? It's so magical.]
[I have a friend… I won’t pretend anymore, it’s me. I really want to meet Mrs. Soy Milk.]
[We don’t even know whether soy milk is male or female, does anyone know if there is a big-eyed boy who makes soy milk (does there exist a big-eyed boy)?]
[Although I haven’t seen them in person, I really think they are a good match! 】
【……】
In the quiet room, Song Yunhui sat on a chair with a few A4 papers randomly stacked beside him, with messy notes on them.
He was wearing headphones, and the video that had just been sent to him today was still playing. He would pause it from time to time and write and draw on his hands.
The notes on several sheets of music were deleted and modified, and finally imported into the computer.
After saving the score into the computer, Song Yun looked at the time, then turned off the computer, grabbed the keys and went next door.
Today he was finally able to help make lunch.
Although I just washed the vegetables and then watched, it was still hard work.
After studying the decoration with Qin Shu in the afternoon, Song Yunhui was amazed.
Qin Shu sat with him at the computer, watching Song Yunhui looking at the computer screen seriously, with a pen in his hand unconsciously writing and drawing.
After pulling up the floor plan of the house, Song Yunhui held the mouse and began to arrange the layout.
Qin Shu listened to his plan.
Finally, he circled a room on the second floor and said:
"I'll leave this room to you."
Qin Shu looked at him.
The ballpoint pen turned around in his left hand, Song Yun smiled and said, "If you have a quarrel with Chengzi in the future, you can come and hide here."
Qin Shu responded: "Okay."
The two of them planned for half the afternoon, and then Song Yun went out.
The next day, the people from the moving company arrived at their posts on time.
Song Yunhui, wearing a mask, originally wanted to help, but as soon as he stood next to the cabinet, the movers stuffed him a basket filled with some sundries, which were very light and easy to carry.
After carrying a small basket, he stood aside and eventually became a dedicated worker to take care of the oranges.
Song Yunhui felt that these uncles probably had some misunderstanding about him, but it seemed a little strange to explain it to them. In the end, he remained silent and played with Chengzi, who had gained two pounds.
Moving was originally a very troublesome thing, but because the two of them lived next door, Song Yun didn't bring much stuff back, so he finished it before noon.
Qin Shu lives alone, and his situation is similar to Song Yunhui's. There are many empty rooms in the house, which is more than enough to put some furniture in.
Song Yunhui used to visit his neighbors frequently, and he adapted well to the new environment and didn't notice any changes compared to usual.
He was serving cat food to Cheng Daer and combing his hair while Qin Shu was handling some finishing work.
Song Yunhui was so focused on combing Chengzi's hair that she didn't notice him going out and coming back.
Qin Shu brought back a lot of things and started to tidy up the house.
The number of mouthwash cups in the bathroom has been increased from one to two, and the toothpaste and toothbrushes are neatly arranged.
The number of towels hanging on the rack also increased from one to two.
In a short time, he had completely organized everything from top to bottom.
Well-organized and purposeful.
——As if it had been rehearsed for a long time before.
Orange is a long-haired cat. He is cute but also very troublesome. There have been several incidents of his cat hair flying everywhere.
Song Yunhui sat on the blanket and continued combing the cat's hair. He felt a little tired, so he reached out to pick up a cushion to padded the cat, but the touch didn't feel right.
It's not really wrong, it's just a little too right.
This is a cushion I brought from home. I usually like to put this kind of cushion on the corners of the sofa because it is easy to grab.
Qin Shu was the one who sorted these things out. I didn't expect he knew so much about them.
"Drink some warm water to moisten your throat."
Qin Shu came over and handed him a glass of water.
Song Yunhui took the cup of water and his eyes widened slightly.
It is a little dinosaur water cup, and the handle happens to be the little dinosaur's tail.
He held the cup in his hand and silently decided to drink more hot water in the future.
On the first night after moving into Qin Shu's house, Song Yun fell asleep without any warm-up.
The next day, Qin Shu had a movie premiere and left early in the morning.
Song Yunhui got up and had breakfast, then added enough cat food to the cat food machine, put on a mask and left.
He is still going to City B this time.
We went to the same recording studio we visited last time.
From noon to afternoon, and then to when it was completely dark, Song Yun returned to the recording studio, sat down on a chair by the window in the corridor to get some fresh air, turned his head to look out the window, took off his mask and drank a sip of coffee.
Outside are the familiar city lights.
Bright, small, and can't be ignored.
A group of people walked by, their footsteps were messy and scattered, and they gathered around the person walking in the middle.
It must be some singer who has finished recording and is leaving get off work.
Song Yunhui threw the empty coffee into the trash can and put on a mask.
It's time for him to get off work.
When he came out of the recording studio again, Song Yunhui left from the other exit.
There is never a shortage of people in the city at night.
There are much fewer people in winter.
When I came out of the recording studio, there were few people on the street.
There were not many taxis passing by here. Relying on his memory and walking along the road, Song Yunhui remembered that if he crossed an alley here, he would reach the taxi stand.
It was late today and the weather was cold, so the alley, which was usually crowded with people, was dimly lit and didn't look like anyone was there.
As soon as I stepped into the alley, a voice suddenly appeared:
"Don't move, leave the money to me!"
Song Yun turned his head.
A man was blocking the entrance of the alley, where there was light. His face was completely uncovered and he was wearing a cotton coat. He held a knife in his hand, but his voice was trembling.
——It was obvious that he just happened to pass by and had a sudden idea.
Song Yunhui lowered his head and wanted to take a look at his hands, but because it was too dark and he couldn't see anything, he gave up.
The man approached slowly with a knife.
"Don't force me to do it, just hand over the money quickly—"
There was a sharp sound of wind, followed by the sound of the knife hitting the ground. Every sound made people's heart tremble.
The man, who had no idea what was happening, fell to the ground, his hands grabbed by someone, and his bones ached with pain.
Song Yunhui leaned closer to him and asked the question he wanted to ask when he moved:
"Do I look like an easy target?"
The man whimpered, too frightened to speak.
"Click"
Song Yunhui didn't wait for an answer. Before the man could speak, a figure appeared at the entrance of the alley. He didn't pay attention and his phone fell to the ground.
The other party murmured:
“Soy milk?”
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