Zhong Xu was very patient 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 is urgent, please use WeChat. I will tell him and let him check it first. If it is not urgent, please call tomorrow."
Zhong Xu, who was blocked on WeChat: “…”
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 and smoothly, as if they were supposed to be that way.
He certainly 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, don't worry about it."
On the other end of the phone, Zhong Xu's expression slowly cooled down and he said, "You know me."
It is an affirmative sentence.
Before Qin Shu could say anything with the phone in his hand, Song Yunhui finished singing "Orange Song" and asked him how long it would take, saying that he was in a hurry to go back and become sworn brothers with Orange.
He said helplessly, "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 shirt untied? Pull it up quickly... I'll pull it up for you later."
His attention briefly returned to his phone, and he said, "If it's nothing important, I'll hang up now."
He asked if there was anything important, but hung up the phone right 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? Go home to where?
Where else can Song Yunhui go except here and the Song residence?
His fingers tapped unconsciously on the screen as he recalled the gossip he had heard at the dinner party.
Maybe it's not fake.
***
Qin Shu put the phone back into Song Yun's pocket, lowered his head and pulled the other person's clothes.
Song Yunhui sat like this, his whole body sunk into the milky white clothes, 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 warm under the warm light.
He slept restlessly, and his eyelashes trembled from time to time.
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, light from the window shines in.
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 just woken up.
He couldn't lift his eyelids, so he squinted and began to feel around, asking, "Where's my 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 briefly quiet 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 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.
The sound of a cat's meowing came from the house, meowing, meowing, each sound more urgent than the last.
Holding Song Yunhui with one hand and opening the door with the other, Qin Shu opened the door and a bunch of cats jumped out instantly.
Chengzi was still acting crazy and coquettishly. Song Yunhui wanted to play with Chengzi, but he couldn't stand very 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 air conditioner.
This time, Song Yunhui did not touch or knead the orange, but placed the 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 some 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 sobering soup and walked over.
Song Yunhui patted the seat beside 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 destroyed his serious look.
Qin Shu took the initiative to ask: "Am I a witness to 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, but he still cooperated with him and asked, "Then what is the purpose of our sworn brotherhood?"
Song Yunhui thought carefully, "I want to be Orange's big brother, and you are Orange's father."
Qin Shu was silent for a moment.
Fortunately, Song Yunhui discovered the logical relationship and frowned, saying, "No, this is not right for our relationship."
Qin Shu slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, let's put it this way," Song Yun replied firmly, "I want to be Orange's father, and you are Orange's father."
He turned to Qin Shu and asked, "Do you have any opinion?"
Qin Shu: "I have no opinion."
So the ceremony of swearing in marriage began.
They were supposed to drink alcohol, but Song Yunhui realized that kittens couldn't drink alcohol, so he gave them 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 called out to the kitten earnestly, "You're so big."
Orange didn't know if the bird 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 did not say anything to deny it, but just looked at him seriously, and 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 person'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 previously empty room on the first floor. Song Yun walked around the room 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 powerful 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 had wanted.
Qin Shu said: "Qiao Qianli, I will give you the compensation."
"You're not at home today, so I'll put it here first."
The piano cover opened, Song Yunhui's fingers touched the black and white keys, he lowered his eyes to look at the piano, and smiled suddenly.
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 ever before.
Qin Shu asked him, "Do you like it?"
Song Yunhui nodded.
If he didn't want it, he wouldn't have spent money on it.
He didn't feel any regret or loss when he found out the piano had been bought, but the feeling he has now is real.
He is very happy.
There is no need for a reason, and it is not just because of this piano.
Master Song was delighted and decided to play "Orange Song" on the spot.
Qin Shurong 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.
Apart from the random name "Orange Song", the piano version of "Orange Song" is actually very nice, both objectively and subjectively.
Arranging music and playing the piano seemed to be ingrained in Song Yunhui's DNA. Whether he was too drunk to walk or not, he could always perform 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 frozen to the point of slowing down his movements.
His fingers were very long. They were originally red from being frozen, but now they have turned back to normal color and are very conspicuous among the black and white keys.
Although he had never used this piano, he played it exceptionally smoothly.
There is no other reason, it just lasts 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.
There were only a few pianos manufactured at the time, and production had been discontinued before, 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's side and turned his head to look at his phone to see the photographer's finished film.
There is a slight difference between the photographer's angle and the normal camera shooting.
It’s hard to say what the difference is, but it’s just more comfortable to watch, as if it has its own spotlight and you’re always in the center of vision.
Song Yunhui pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized: "So this is..."
"Master's Perspective."
Qin Shu sighed softly and said "hmm".
Song Yunhui held his shoulders, breathed lightly at his neck, and asked him, "Master, when will this video be released?"
The master's body was slightly stiff.
Qin Shu turned his head, his eyes swept over the other person's long eyelashes and the ends of his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Not now, it needs to be trimmed again."
If this video were released tonight and leaked onto the internet, Song Yun would probably not go out for the next month.
Song Yunhui sighed with regret and rubbed the kitten's head.
Qin Shu glanced at his drooping eyes.
The other person was obviously in high spirits, but also visibly sleepy, with dark circles under his eyes, and looked severely sleep-deprived.
“我去煮湯，”秦書低頭說，“你可以和橙子在沙發上玩一會兒嗎？”
宋雲回很貼心，把頭一點，“好。”
他低頭揉橙子白手套，低聲說：“乖兒子我們去客廳玩。”
橙子喵喵叫。
把一人一貓安全護送到了沙發上，秦書挽起衣袖，終于能夠煮醒酒湯。
開放式的廚房，站在廚房裏就可以看到客廳的全貌，他時不時往那邊看一眼。
客廳裏原本還有貓叫和說話聲，後來聲音越來越小，等他把湯舀出準備稍微放涼的時候，客廳已經徹底沒了聲音。
他把手擦幹，輕聲靠近沙發，之後把窩在宋雲回臂彎裏的橙子抱起來放進貓窩。
橙子砸吧了兩聲，最後還是沒醒。
熱空調還開着，宋雲回身上的衣服也沒脫，暖得臉有些發紅，看上去睡得不太好。
把稍微放涼的醒酒湯端到客廳桌上放下，秦書彎腰輕輕拍了拍宋雲回。
對方眼睛沒睜開，但睫毛顫了又顫，應該是已經醒了。
秦書耐心地把他扶起來，拿過醒酒湯放在他嘴邊，說：“把醒酒湯喝了，不然明天起來頭痛。”
宋雲回抗拒，但是意外的聽話，眼睛睜開一條縫，略有些痛苦地喝下醒酒湯。
他喝完就鹹魚倒。
秦書任勞任怨地再次挽起衣袖，露出線條流暢的小臂。
宋雲回睡得死沉，完全沒有意識到到底發生了什麽事。
忙碌了一晚的秦師傅從二樓走下，看了眼還放着兩瓶草莓牛奶的客廳桌面和桌下的橙子喝水專用盆，眉眼放緩。
夜深，收拾廚房的聲音微小。
***
“……”
天邊遠處的太陽從地平線上躍出，照過高樓和緩坡，透過窗戶照進室內。
白色被子鼓起一個包。
之後鼓包動了動，鑽出一個黑色的頭來。
宋雲回有些困難地睜開眼睛。
甫一睜眼，滿室的陽光瞬間占滿視線。
一回生二回熟。
看到熟悉的天花板，宋雲回瞬間意識到了現在是在哪裏。
腦海中零星的記憶開始出現，他躺在床上，開始進行事件回溯。
他昨天陪陳晨去喝酒，然後遇到了白林桦？
也許是他，記不太清了。
越是後面的記憶越是清晰。
短短幾秒鐘的記憶，宋雲回卻要花十幾分鐘的時間來進行自我冷卻。
他緩緩閉眼。
世界你好，世界再見。
但他注定不能跟這個世界說再見。
門外有輕輕的敲門聲，宋雲回坐起來，之後下床開門。
秦書站在門外，身上圍裙還沒取下，低頭問他：“還要再睡一會兒嗎？”
他的态度很自然，自然得像是完全忘記了昨晚的事。
他很貼心，但宋雲回自己記得。
他擡起一雙麻木死魚眼，之後又實在不忍心看對方，只能移開目光，說：“不睡了。”
“今早養胃，喝粥。”
秦書說，“那你先洗漱，我去把粥盛出來冷一下。”
看見宋雲回點頭，他正準備走，視線一轉，卻看到了對方光着踩在地上的腳。
“光腳踩地上對身體不好，拖鞋就在床邊，一定要記得穿上。”
宋雲回小雞啄米式點頭，馬上走到床邊穿上拖鞋。
拖鞋是他喜歡的樣子，他并不排斥，只是在家裏已經養成了習慣。
沒人告訴他這樣不對，他也就習慣這樣。
秦書離開，宋雲回回到床邊穿上外套，之後走到窗邊拉開窗簾窗紗。
一瞬間，陽光更甚。
這個房間不僅采光好，窗外的風景也好。
從這裏看出去，可以看到遠山和城市，近處可以看到小區裏的小公園和院子裏的小花園。
這應該是這棟房子最好的房間，結果是一間客房。
宋雲回不懂，不懂就問。
洗漱完一起坐在飯桌上吃飯的時候他就提出了這個問題。
秦書說：“給你留的。”
宋雲回睜眼，驚訝道：“秦小書你好會！”
他沒信。
秦書稍稍笑了下，沒有多說。
橙子慢悠悠晃悠着大尾巴過來蹭宋雲回腿。
宋雲回抱起橙子，脫口而出：
“好大兒。”
這句話一出，他自己先愣住了。
他頓時陷入了一種玄之又玄的境界中。
大概這世上定然沒有比他更會自爆的人了罷。
秦書側過頭，最後還是忍不住笑了下。
他這一笑，兩人強行裝出的平靜再也不再。
宋雲回耳朵瞬間充血，只恨不得以頭搶地。
話題已經到了這個地方，完全無法再次逆轉。
秦書适時說：“以後還是少喝點酒。”
他補充道，“昨天你回來後，我已經和你朋友說了你安全到家，不用擔心。”
宋雲回痛苦捂臉，“再也不喝了。”
他是真沒想到自己酒量這麽差。
明明看別人那麽能喝，酒一瓶一瓶地喝沒有絲毫問題，到了自己卻一杯倒。
“想喝可以适量喝。”
迎着宋雲回的視線，秦書說，“想喝了來找我就好。”
宋雲回這種酒量不适合去酒吧，他也不放心這些場所的人，想來想去，還是就在家裏最好。
宋雲回揉了揉腿上的貓貓。
一頓早飯吃完，一起洗完碗後，宋雲回抱着秦書的手機懷着一種極度羞恥的心情看昨晚的視頻。
畫面上的自己很憨，極度的憨。
但是曲子還怪好聽的。
一段視頻看完，宋雲回默默選擇把視頻發送給自己，轉頭看向坐在一邊的秦書，說：“昨天的鋼琴……”
秦書還是那句話：“喬遷禮。”
兩人視線對上，宋雲回淺色瞳孔略微移動，之後眼睛一眯，說：
“那謝謝了。”
他的眸子清亮，像是一泓光，很輕易地就劃進人心裏。
秦書手指微動。
宋雲回曾經和他說過，長得越冷的人笑起來越好看。
他不認為這是歪理邪說，并且深以為然。
喜獲鋼琴×1，不需要有大支出，宋雲回已經轉而開始思考存卡裏的那些錢該怎麽辦。
他的消費欲說不上高，平時多半是買一些必備食品，偶爾買衣服和一些工作需要的東西，對于其他并沒有什麽特別的愛好。
他思維發散，之後說：“要不給我兒子修個超大貓窩吧，當貓也要當個王子貓。”
在貓窩玩玩具的橙子：？
秦書喝了口水，水杯在手上慢慢轉了一圈，之後建議說：“不然裝修一下你的房子。”
宋雲回順着他的建議想。
好像是這樣，他的房子确實太簡陋了些，頂多只能算得上裝了水電氣和網線，廚房勉強能用，再細節的，全都沒有。
宋雲回越想越覺得可行。
把兩個房間打通了做成一個的錄音室已經裝修完成，裏面空間大，他晚上就可以在那裏睡一下，不礙事。
仔細想了一下樓上櫃子裏的東西，宋雲回說：“那我到時候可以把櫃子搬到樓下，然後……”
秦書稍稍坐直，表情看不出有什麽變化，說：
“我的意思是，你可以直接住我這裏來。”
他一條條清晰列着，“裝修的時候灰塵大，刷的漆的味道也對人體不好。這邊離你很近，到時候可以直接看進度。”
他說，“還有橙子陪你玩。”
他說的每一條都狠狠戳中了宋雲回的心。
秦書最後說，“這兩天天氣好，可以找人給房子大掃除，之後把必要的家具搬過來。如果過兩天電影首映式，我不在家幫不上忙。”
宋雲回驚訝：“這麽快的嗎？”
他猜得到秦書是個實戰派，但沒想到居然這麽實戰。
快得他有點猝不及防。
秦書問他：“想快點規劃一下房子裝修成什麽樣子嗎？”
宋雲回嚴肅臉：“想的。”
兩人于是成功達成一致。
秦書說他正好有認識的家政和搬家公司，兩人一起商量着，當即聯系好了時間。
最後一個電話挂斷，宋雲回還在興致勃勃地找着裝修計劃，秦書起身，說去一下洗手間。
“嘩啦——”
冰冷水花撲在臉上，秦書撐着洗漱臺，擡眼看向鏡子裏的自己。
“喵！”
門沒有關緊，一個橙黃色的毛茸茸從門縫裏擠進來，對他叫了一聲。
秦書蹲下來，摸了摸橙子下巴，對方發出小小的呼嚕聲，眯起眼睛。
秦書垂眼，啞聲說：
“我真的很貪心。”
小貓咪不懂他在說什麽，只是進來巡視一下自己的領地，之後又邁着毛茸茸的爪子離開了。
——
冷靜好之後，秦書重新回到了客廳。
宋雲回還在看他的裝修計劃，秦書剛坐下，他手中的電話就響了起來。
是一個未知號碼。
秦書看了一眼，說：“昨天這個號碼打過電話，我接的。”
“他說他叫鐘許。”
宋雲回撐着下巴直接挂斷，拉黑的動作格外流暢。
秦書沒有發表任何意見。
裝修大計還需從長計議，宋雲回再和橙子玩了一會兒，之後就回了家。
他仔細想了下，發現成環的項目完成後最近就空閑下來了，剛好就可以用來裝修。
他覺得他不該讓自己閑下來。
總要找點事做。
在屋裏轉了一圈，宋雲回發現他住進來不算太久，也沒有太多私人物品，很好收拾處理。
這是他第一次正視自己買的房子。
這是他自己的房子。
There were no servants watching people from behind, not too many rules, and no false greetings.
It seems like that's what being alone 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 the place where he lived was far away from City B.
First he refused to meet her, then he had a passionate encounter in a bar.
He was studying the grayscale of the ceiling when his phone shook a few times.
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, the computer was turned on, and Song Yunhui was typing while searching on the Internet.
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 edits his message and hits send:
[I can’t go because of something]
The other side seemed to have anticipated this outcome.
The chat didn't last long. After Song Yun replied to the message, a push notification automatically popped up on the browser.
[The music industry's top band has achieved another success and may sweep all major music awards]
Song Yun 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 marketing number?"
The person involved didn't care at all and even felt a little embarrassed, but many fans were like celebrating the New Year in advance and were telling others about it.
[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 listening to the trailer. Now I am crying and laughing at the same time.]
[Soy milk and Shirakami are the best team, wuwu. All the songs written by Soy milk and composed by Shirakami have won awards.]
[Both of us are locked up, and I have swallowed the key]
[It’s really true!!! I started talking right there. Doujiang only gave Xiaobai a set of lyrics and music, and the rest of the people only had one song.]
[If “Homecoming” had been released a little earlier, the award would probably have gone to “Homecoming”]
[This song is also good, it has been winning awards since it came out]
[Totally crazy!!! Why don’t they just get married? It’s so magical.]
[I have a friend… I won’t pretend anymore, it’s me. I really want to meet Mrs. Soy Milk oooooooo]
[We don’t even know whether soy milk is male or female, does anyone know the big-eyed boy of soy milk (does anyone know the 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 piled up casually beside him, with notes scattered on them.
He was wearing headphones, and the video he had just 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 back at the time, then turned off the computer, grabbed the key and went next door.
Today he was finally able to help with making lunch.
Although I just washed the vegetables and then watched, I still worked hard.
After studying the decoration with Qin Shu in the afternoon, Song Yunhui was immediately amazed.
Qin Shu sat with him at the computer, watching Song Yunhui looking at the computer screen seriously, writing and drawing unconsciously with a pen in his hand.
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.
Song Yun turned the ballpoint pen in his left hand, smiled and said, "If you have a quarrel with Chengzi in the future, you can come and hide here with me."
Qin Shu responded: "Okay."
The two of them planned for half the afternoon, and then Song Yunhui went out.
The next day, the people from the moving company arrived 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 miscellaneous items that were light and easy to carry.
After moving a small basket, he stood aside and eventually became a dedicated worker to take care of the oranges.
Song Yun thought that these uncles probably had some misunderstanding about him, but it seemed a little strange to explain it. 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 it was finished before noon.
Qin Shu lives alone, and his situation is similar to Song Yunhui's. There are many empty rooms in the house, more than enough space for some furniture.
Song Yunhui used to be a frequent stalker, so he adapted well to the new environment and didn't notice any changes from usual.
He was serving Cheng Da'er cat food and combing its hair while Qin Shu was doing some finishing work.
Song Yunhui was so focused on combing Chengzi's hair that she didn't notice him coming back after going out.
Qin Shu brought back a lot of things and then started to tidy up the house.
The number of mouthwash cups in the bathroom has increased from one to two, and 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 hair flying everywhere.
Song Yunhui sat on the blanket and continued combing the cat's hair. He felt a little tired, so he reached back for the cushion to touch it, but the touch didn't feel right.
It's not really wrong, it's just a little too right.
This is the cushion I brought from home. I usually like to put it on the corners of the sofa because it is easy to hold.
It was Qin Shu who sorted these things out. I didn't expect he knew so much.
"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 small dinosaur water cup, and the handle is exactly the tail of the small dinosaur.
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 preparation.
The next day, Qin Shu had a movie premiere and left early in the morning.
Song Yunhui got up, had breakfast, 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 were the familiar lights of the city.
Bright, small, and cannot be ignored.
A group of people walked by, their steps were untidy and scattered, and they gathered around the person walking in the middle.
It must be another 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.
The city is never short of people at night.
There are fewer people in winter.
When I came out of the recording studio, there were few people on the street.
There were few taxis passing by here. Relying on his memory, Song Yun walked along the side of the road. He remembered that if he went through another 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. He had no covering on his face and 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, he couldn't see anything, so he gave up.
The man approached slowly with a knife.
"Don't force me to do anything, just hand over the money quickly——"
There was a loud gust of wind, followed by the sound of the knife hitting the ground. Every sound made people's hearts 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 a pushover?"
The man sobbed and was too frightened to speak.
"Click"
Song Yunhui didn't wait for an answer, and before the man could say anything, a figure appeared at the alley. Without paying attention, his phone fell to the ground.
The other party murmured:
“Soy milk?”