The room became quiet.
The walls, doors and windows are not soundproof, and you can still hear the people outside talking and laughing.
Zhong Xu probably wanted to say something, but suddenly fell silent again.
He is thinking.
When he heard the news, he instinctively wanted to say "impossible", and he also thought so subconsciously.
But he held back.
If you think about it carefully, this is a common sense thing.
Putting aside personal feelings for the moment, and speaking purely from the facts, there is nothing "impossible" about such a thing happening.
But there seemed to be a voice in his head constantly telling him that this matter was absurd and not worth thinking about. It was empty and did not need to be verified.
It felt like there were two voices fighting and tumbling in my head, tearing me apart.
My head started to hurt again.
His hand unconsciously grasped the scarf beside him, and he gritted his teeth and exhaled slowly.
Zhang Jia was shocked by his reaction and said:
"What's wrong with you? Are you so angry that you have a headache?"
He didn't dare to continue talking, so he could only change the subject, "If you don't want to think about it, then don't think about it. This matter has nothing to do with you in the first place, so just treat it as a fart."
With his eyes narrowed in pain, Zhong Xu gritted his teeth and held back his breath, saying in a hoarse voice:
"...Why is it none of my business?"
Everything related to Song Yunhui is related to him.
No matter what it is, good or bad, it has always been like this.
Even when Song Yunhui threw a ball and hit a dog as a child and refused to apologize, he still took him to apologize in the end.
As the person Song Yunhui relies on the most besides his family, he should be like this.
If you do something bad, go with him to apologize; if you get splashed with dirty water, you should help him clear the air.
The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt, as if it was going to explode.
Zhang Jia stood up and said anxiously, "What happened to you? I'd better take you to the hospital right away!"
Zhong Xu did not answer him, nor did he give up thinking to calm his mind as he did before.
He remembered.
He finally realized what was wrong.
Every time he wanted to think about Song Yunhui, his head would hurt like this.
The more he thought about it, the more painful it became, as if something was stopping him from thinking any further.
Deathly pain.
After a long while, he slowly pushed away Zhang Jia's anxiously extended hand, took a breath, grinned, and said:
"Zhang Jia, I might be sick."
***
Song House
Today Song Cheng went to inspect the branch instead of going to the company. The branch happened to be near his home, so he went home for a meal.
Song Yunyang never went home for lunch. There were three people sitting not too close or too far away on the square dining table.
Song Cheng took a look at the food on the table.
Xu Wei sat at one side, her hand stopped for a moment while picking up food, and said with some regret: "Mother Zhang has a cold, otherwise there would be some spicy food on the table today."
Zhang's mother was the one who cooked for them, and she was particularly good at Sichuan cuisine, while others were responsible for the light and stomach-nourishing dishes. The only people in the family who could eat spicy food were Song Yunhui and Song Yunyang. They inherited Xu Wenhui's habit from earlier years, and they didn't eat spicy food very much, but they had a little bit of it at every meal.
Song Yunyang hadn't been home for dinner for a while, and no one knew where Song Yunhui had gone, so the dishes on the table were all to their taste.
She understood Song Cheng's eyes, so she chose to explain it herself first.
Xu Wei smiled and said softly, "When Yun Yangyun comes back, Zhang's mother should be well too."
Song Cheng nodded, with a barely perceptible look of fatigue on his face, "It's time to come back."
The smile on Xu Wei's face faded a little.
After the meal, Song Cheng went back to work. The servants were sent elsewhere, leaving only Xu Wei and Song Zishu in the living room.
Song Zishu originally planned to work today, but he had been feeling restless since last night, so he had to postpone his plan and take a day off at home.
Xu Wei sat next to Song Zishu and saw that his eyes were looking into space. Then she slowly stood up, put her hand on his shoulder and asked:
"What are you thinking about? Tell Mom."
Her voice is very soft and her hands are well-maintained. She really looks like a wealthy lady.
Song Zishu didn't answer her, so she asked softly, "Is it because of what happened just now?"
"Don't worry, your dad is your dad after all, no one can take him away."
Song Zishu did not respond.
That's because of something else.
She said, "Remember what happened on the riverbank lawn in the little park when you were a kid?"
Song Zishu looked at her.
He remembers it.
Always remember.
As a weak child, he usually did not play with other children. He would just look at them and leave before they noticed him.
At that time, a simple little game was popular, which was to throw stones. The farther you threw, the more powerful it was.
This game that requires physical strength is destined to have nothing to do with him.
But the more he failed, the more he desired it.
So he begged her to take him there to play in the evening.
The first stone he threw hit a dog running uphill.
He was a little panicked, but Xu Wei was very calm. She took his hand, glanced at a distant place, and said, "Let's go. It's time to go home after we've finished throwing away the trash."
He also wanted to escape at that time, so he followed her home.
As he was leaving, he saw Song Yun on the other side, some distance away, hugging the ball in his hand and being pulled away by Zhong Xu who seemed to have just happened to come over.
Later, he heard that Song Yunhui was playing with a ball on the lawn near the river in the park and hit a dog. Zhong Xu then accompanied him to apologize to the dog owner.
There were too many memories from his childhood, some of which he could no longer recall, but he still remembered this incident clearly.
Xu Wei smiled softly, "You are the most special person, the protagonist, you don't have to worry about anything."
She likes to call the most special person the protagonist.
This is the sentence Song Zishu heard the most from childhood to adulthood.
When he was a child, he had a high fever and some strange images appeared in his mind. He was very scared and told his mother everything.
That was the first time he knew that a person's facial expressions could change so much.
Her face showed so many emotions, from calm to surprise to extreme joy.
After that, the phrase Xu Wei said to him most often was "You are the protagonist."
It's the same this time.
But this time Song Zishu did not answer as he did before.
He sat on the sofa, unable to hold back his emotions any longer, and began to tremble uncontrollably.
He looked a little panicked and dazed.
"I think I may not be the protagonist anymore."
The sense of security in his heart was gradually disintegrating, and he could feel that something was gradually dissipating.
He seems to be slowly becoming less of a special one.
***
To make up for the live broadcast time, you have to start in the morning.
After going upstairs, turning on the computer and adjusting the camera, Song Yunhui yawned and said "Good morning".
【? ? What did I see, fluffy pajamas! 】
[They met us in their pajamas, so they definitely didn’t treat us as outsiders. They showed their faces! ]
[It's like this (awkward), will yesterday's advanced mathematics class continue? ]
【Hahahahaha why are these pajamas so cute! 】
[I immediately placed an order to find the same style. If we round it up, Doujiang and I will be wearing couple pajamas!!]
"First of all, I'm not a seller."
Song Yun smiled back, "Secondly, this one is really beautiful."
Especially when worn by Qin Xiaoshu.
——
From morning to afternoon, except for going downstairs to cook some dumplings at noon, Song Yunhui spent the rest of the time simply making up time.
People do not share the same sorrows and joys. He was struggling to make ends meet and was in great pain, but his fans were as happy as if they were celebrating New Year's Day in the same place, and they were delighted to see it.
Song Yunhui endured it.
In the mid-afternoon, the situation was reversed.
The live broadcast time went from July 29 to July 3, and the gray check mark next to the account number turned into gold, which was a sign that the live broadcast time for this month had been fulfilled.
The tiny change seemed insignificant on the screen, but Song Yunhui noticed it instantly.
A smile appeared on his face.
The netizens suddenly realized that something was wrong and responded afterwards.
Even though we can't see the face, netizens can guess through the screen that the person behind the screen must be smiling happily.
It’s over. I wasn’t paying attention and he had to make up the entire time.
[He is laughing! He is laughing! He must be laughing!]
[I admit that I spoke a little loudly before, can Doujiang continue live streaming for a while? [乖巧.jpg]]
[How could this be! How did this person complete the time limit? My happiness is so great!]
[I am angry, I am sad, I am sorrowful, I beg, I pray. So can DouYian continue to broadcast for a while? ]
The barrage was startled by this small change and instantly became overly active.
A series of words of persuasion still failed to win back Song Yunhui's heart.
He picked up his phone, took a look, and said, "The elders at home want to chat, so I won't chat with you for now."
Facing the screen full of Erkang's hands, Song Yunhui's determination remained unshakable. He thanked everyone for the reward and then went off the air.
After the live broadcast was completed, I felt that the world had become a better place and the air had become a little fresher.
It turns out that being a free man feels so good.
The chair turned around, he casually grabbed his hair, lowered his head and sent a message to Ye Min.
Ye Minggang sent him a message asking if he had time now, wanting to chat with him before the person he had a dinner date with arrived.
Then a video call came in.
Ye Min's face appeared on the screen.
Behind her was an exquisite wall, probably in a private room of a hotel.
She is a person who likes to stay refined whenever she is outside, with light makeup on her face and a happy smile.
…but she really doesn’t know how to choose the camera angles.
Forty-five degrees diagonally downward, an unexpected viewing angle specifically for middle-aged and elderly people.
Song Yunhui said nothing.
After all, the image of myself in the small screen is also tilted downward at a 45-degree angle.
As soon as the video started, Ye Min's eyes lit up when she saw him, and she held her face and called out softly:
"How come our Yunzi is so...good-looking! This outfit looks good too!"
Song Yunhui always felt that she originally wanted to say something else.
葉敏咬死了自己一開始就是想要誇他好看。
小男生的心思，她懂。
她自己一個人看總覺得不夠，扯了扯旁邊人的袖子，說：“老秦快來看咱們雲崽，可好看了！”
坐在一邊的秦建遠就等着她這句話，剛被扯袖子就湊過了頭來，眼睛看向屏幕。
看到宋雲回的瞬間，他瞬間就笑開，“真好看！”
“是吧是吧。”
葉敏笑得美滋滋，之後問，“吃飯了嗎？”
宋雲回這次終于能夠理直氣壯地回答：“吃了。吃了午飯，晚上等秦書回來一起吃。”
自從上次加上微信後，葉敏一直有和他在保持聯系，話題有且不限于吃了什麽，見了什麽人，還有某某親戚家又在給孩子安排相親，也知道他現在住在秦書家裏。
她知道他住進了秦書家之後的第一反應就是告訴他“小書做飯好吃，記得多多壓榨他”。
“那就好，一定要記得按時吃飯。”
葉敏依舊斜下四十五度角，說，“我們這幾天已經把事情忙完了，今天晚上和老秦的弟弟，就你秦叔叔吃個飯就可以過來看看你們。”
說到這，她壓低了聲音，神秘地問，“橙子在附近嗎？”
宋雲回很配合她，認真地看了一眼四周，之後低聲回答，“沒有，請指示。”
葉敏輕飄飄丢下一個炸蛋：“再過幾天就是橙子生日了。”
宋雲回依然很配合，驚訝道：“橙子居然要過生日了！”
他的聲音驚訝而又因為謹慎壓得很低，看樣子的确很像那麽回事。
畢生的演技都交代在這裏了。
“橙子三號過生日。”
有人願意陪着這麽演，葉敏感動落淚，順帶控訴了一把秦書，
“還是雲崽好，小書完全不配合我們。”
她現在已經完全忘了之前在宋雲回面前多說秦小書好話的方針，忘我地傾訴着當母親的苦。
秦書明裏暗裏被她提起不少回，宋雲回忍住笑，一臉認真地聽着。
最後還是秦建遠在旁邊聽了一會兒，覺得的确已經完完全全跑題了，拍了下葉敏。
她這才打住，打了個哈哈，說：“我們剛才說到橙子生日了哈。”
宋雲回點頭，“是的。”
葉敏跟他商量着橙子的生日會。
她好像已經計劃了很久，從開始到結束，還有需要用到的各種東西都羅列得明明白白。
她苦惱地揉揉臉，“什麽都準備好了，就是不知道該送什麽。”
之前貓貓玩具，毛絨玩偶，還有其他一些已經說得上奇奇怪怪的東西都已經送過，實在沒有想到有什麽好送的。
宋雲回笑了下。
看得出來她們是極其重視橙子的生日。
這樣的儀式感在之前從來沒有體驗過。
說不出是什麽感覺，總之就是挺開心。
葉敏問他：“那要是雲崽，你會送什麽呢？”
宋雲回摩挲了下下巴，說：“唱一首歌吧。”
葉敏自動将他說的“唱一首歌”理解為唱一首生日歌之類。
她把這個納入禮物備選項目中，若有所思一點頭，“有點科學。”
宋雲回看着屏幕，之後就聽到那邊傳來什麽聲音，像是門打開了。
大概是她說的那個秦叔叔到了。
盡管滿心都想着把宋雲回炫耀給全世界看，但葉敏理智還在，知道現在還沒到時候讓對方跟秦建遠弟弟見面，只能遺憾挂斷電話，說：
“你秦叔叔來了，那姨姨先挂了哈，下次讓你和你秦叔叔見個面，他肯定很想見你。”
宋雲回點頭，對着手機揮揮手。
電話挂斷。
重新将椅子轉向電腦，宋雲回在列表劃拉了一會兒，最後終于找到了之前記下的發行公司的人的電話。
他一邊喚醒電腦一邊撥號。
那邊接通得很快，态度也很好。
他問了幾個問題，對面一一回答了，說會盡快，ISRC已經申請到了。
ISRC申請到了那就是真的快了。
說了聲“謝謝”，宋雲回之後挂斷了電話。
他一邊亂哼着歌一邊打開之前整理好的文件夾，心情莫名不錯。
***
秦書是下午的時候回來的。
穿着睡衣且并不打算換衣服，宋雲回有了休息時間，抱着橙子美美坐在客廳裏看電視。
他這次又看的動畫電影，并且看得很起勁，直到聽到後邊響起腳步聲，這才意識到秦書已經回來了。
他回頭，之後領導點頭，說：
“你回來啦。”
房間裏開得有空調，秦書脫掉外套和圍巾挂在架子上，之後把手中提着的盒子遞到宋雲回面前，說：
“電影展的那些志願者說這家店的蛋糕好吃，給你買了幾塊。”
他補充了句，“時間不早了，你就先吃點墊肚子，不要多吃，我馬上去做飯。”
宋雲回連連點頭，之後快樂開盒。
秦書笑了下，之後挽起袖子。
他最近戴圍裙的動作是越來越熟練了。
廚房燈亮起，一旦鍋碗瓢盆的聲音響起，一個家就有了樣子。
客廳裏傳來電視的聲音，秦書打開冰箱拿出菜，之後一片片拆開，在水池邊仔細洗着。
視線範圍內先是出現了一個綠色的毛絨衣角，之後又出現了一個勺子。
宋雲回不知道什麽時候走到了他身邊，臉頰一邊鼓起，很明顯嘴裏還在吃蛋糕。
他叉了一勺蛋糕遞到他嘴邊，看上去是想說什麽話，但是嘴裏的蛋糕還沒咽下去，只能用眼神示意。
他的眼神很真誠很誠懇。
秦書懂了他的意思。
這蛋糕沒有買錯。
見秦書沒動，宋雲回再次把勺子往前遞了遞。
秦書低頭咬過蛋糕。
綿軟的，奶香味很足，奶油恰到好處。
宋雲回嘴裏那坨蛋糕終于咽了下去，說：“真的很好吃。”
秦書點頭。
再塞了一口蛋糕，之後把蛋糕放到橙子夠不到的地方，宋雲回挽起衣袖，像模像樣站在秦書身邊，洗了手後也跟着一起洗菜。
秦書做事從來都很細致，做飯也是。
經過他的長時間觀察，對方洗菜一般至少洗兩遍，洗到滿意才會算是完成。
宋雲回沒覺得這種大冷天一直接觸冷水會舒服。
秦書看了眼他，說自己一個人就夠，他可以繼續去看電影。
宋雲回沒動，說，“兩個人洗快。”
兩個人洗确實要快很多。
之後除了遞東西，就再也沒有宋雲回可以插手的地方了，他最後只能抱着橙子坐在一邊，就這樣看着秦書做飯。
今晚是快樂的羊肉湯鍋。
收拾好了碗筷，宋雲回還惦記着他的動畫電影，繼續在沙發抱着橙子躺平。
秦書去了樓上一趟洗澡換衣服，之後一邊接着電話一邊下樓。
路過客廳的時候，宋雲回聽到動靜回頭，一眼就看到了秦書身上穿着的睡衣。
他豎起大拇指，毫不吝啬自己的贊美，“好看！”
橙子聽到他的話，也跟着轉過頭看了秦書一眼。
圓圓的眼睛裏滿是好奇。
再之後，大門打開的聲音響起。
先是一陣詭異的安靜，之後傳來一道毫不掩飾的笑聲。
笑聲持續了很久，最後間斷了一下，笑的人像是喘了口氣，之後繼續笑。
選下一部電影的手停住，宋雲回轉過頭，剛好就看到秦書手上提着大袋小袋，葉敏和秦建遠跟在他身後走過來。
葉敏的手還在時不時碰一下秦書帽子上的恐龍尖尖，眼裏的笑意包不住。
她從秦書還小的時候就想要給他買這種衣服穿，但是小時候的秦小書就已經有了外觀管理意識，死活不穿，從小養到大，硬生生沒有實現這個願望。
沒想到今天就這麽輕而易舉地實現了。
果然這種事還是得宋雲回來。
葉敏笑得有點接不過氣，之後一轉眼，看到另外一個坐在沙發上的恐龍，之後直接小跑過來，滿心滿眼都是眼前的毛絨絨。
近看更好看了。
她順勢就在宋雲回身邊坐下，背地裏對着秦書和秦建遠比了個剪刀手。
秦書原本還沒有反應過來她在得意什麽，直到他注意到宋雲回是坐在沙發的一邊，只有一邊可以坐人。
那唯一的一邊就這樣被葉敏占領了。
秦書：“……”
秦建遠：“……”
父子倆同時陷入了短暫的沉默。
秦建遠于心不忍，略微轉過頭調整了一下心情。
就在剛剛來的車上，這個女人還在熱火朝天地讨論怎樣才能更好地撮合自家兒子和雲回，結果轉頭就開始直接一屁股坐雲回身邊。
葉敏絲毫沒有背叛兒子的罪惡感，坐在宋雲回身邊興致勃勃，問道：“這麽久沒見，想姨姨了嗎？”
事實是今天下午才打過視頻電話。
但是宋雲回并沒有戳穿，說：“想。”
葉敏瞬間樂開了花。
一句很簡單的話，她卻真真切切笑得開心，眼尾都起了細小的褶子。
宋雲回有些驚訝，還有些不解。
嚴格意義上來說，這是除和自己媽媽以外，他第一次接觸到的女性長輩。
溫婉且熱情，愛美，行動力很強，從來不遮瞞自己的情感，會因為一句話而高興很久。
Without much experience in dealing with people like this, he originally thought that he was not good at dealing with them.
But when he actually did it, he found that everything was very natural.
It's so natural, like it should be this way.
He has almost forgotten his childhood memories, but he feels that the future home he imagined at that time might be like this.
It's very ordinary and regular, the daily greetings are just three meals a day.
Song Yunhui was distracted for a moment, his eyes fixed on a point in the air, just facing the TV.
Ye Min followed his line of sight and saw the animated film that had been selected but not yet aired on TV. She was a little surprised, "So Yunzai is also watching this movie."
She said, "The little yellow bean in the movie is so cute. I wanted to watch this movie before, but never had the time."
Once she opened her mouth, there was no turning back, and today's family activity was quickly decided to be watching a movie.
After he finished speaking, he felt a little thirsty, but he didn't want to leave this Feng Shui throne. Ye Min signaled with his eyes that either Qin Shu or Qin Jianyuan should go and pour him a glass of water.
As a result, the one who moved the fastest was Song Yunhui.
He did not receive Ye Min's gaze, but he always had a habit of holding a cup of hot water before watching a movie.
As he walked toward the kitchen, he asked, "Does anyone want some water?"
Ye Min raised her hand while crying silently in her heart.
After Song Yunhui came back with the water, it really no longer belonged to her.
Qin Shu had already sat on the sofa naturally, patted the seat next to him, and said, "Sit here."
Everyone sat on the sofa, so the seat didn't matter, so Song Yunhui just sat down.
The situation reversed and Ye Min became the one farthest away from him.
In the end, she could only hug Orange to comfort herself.
The cake Qin Shu bought today can be used to download movies, one piece is just right for each person.
The Little Bean Man is just the right movie for the whole family to watch together.
Song Yunhui was originally sitting, then slowly slid down and collapsed on the sofa. After looking for a while, he realized that his sitting posture was wrong. He leaned up for a moment, then laughed and leaned back. He felt a slight heat coming from behind. His brain had learned to spontaneously find that subtle angle for the back of his head.
After previous training, his head has learned to find angles on its own.
Qin Shu felt a weight on his shoulder, and when he lowered his head, he saw the tip of a dinosaur.
The movie wasn't long, only an hour and a half. After watching it, several people still felt unsatisfied and watched the Easter eggs at the end.
Turn on the lights after the movie.
The room lit up and the remains of several cakes on the table were revealed.
There seems to be a sweet scent in the air.
Ye Min had just finished watching a movie, but she still felt like she hadn't had enough. Her mind was still in an excited state. She glanced at the cake damage, then turned to look at Qin Shu:
"Do you have flour, butter and eggs at home?"
We have it at home, and have made it several times.
Qin Shu glanced at Ye Min's well-maintained hands and didn't think that the idea in her mind was feasible.
But noobs always attract each other.
Song Yunhui immediately expressed his desire to make small cakes.
The memory of the last time he made cupcakes a long time ago is still fresh in his mind. Although he only kneaded the dough at that time, he was inexplicably confident and felt that he was also a cupcake master.
The two hit it off immediately.
Finally, Qin Jianyuan was forced to join, and Qin Shu entered the kitchen in silence.
The kitchen is big, but it has to accommodate four people, three of whom only know that flour is needed to make cakes. The situation was almost out of control for a while.
But at least it's safe.
The one who made the best cake in the end was Qin Jianyuan.
The other two were not very good, but their hands were still usable. Qin Shu directed them step by step without any major problems, but Qin Jianyuan was not able to do so.
His hand looks like a newly installed prosthetic limb and doesn't work very well with him.
Any operation that requires quantitative measurement can go awry under his control.
Finally, Song Yunhui and Ye Min put their cakes into the oven to bake, while Qin Jianyuan was still trying to do the quantitative operation.
The three of them and a cat just looked at him.
Finally, Qin Shu put the orange on the table in silence.
Orange stepped on the leftover butter with his paw.
Qin Jianyuan was shocked: "How can a little cat touch this!"
He picked up Orange and said, "I'll take Orange to wash his paws. You guys do it first!"
The three of them just watched him leave.
Maybe this is a man's self-esteem.
——
By the time Qin Jianyuan came back from washing Chengzi's paws, the cake was already out of the oven.
Very good, very fragrant, very... generally good looking, no failure.
A few people gathered around the dining table and took a few beautiful photos of the cake, and then ate it together.
After eating the cake, it was already late. Although it was not a good idea to eat these before going to bed, it was late at night and I should go to bed anyway.
When Qin Jianyuan and Ye Min came, they had a specific room to sleep in. Qin Shu helped them carry their suitcases into the room and closed the door. When he came out, he saw Song Yunhui still sitting on the sofa and playing with his phone.
He is giving out big eyes.
It was just sent out when Qin Shu came over.
Soon, the cell phone in his pocket rang.
[AAA Tea Wholesale Egg Shop: Today’s Wholesale of Small Cakes [Picture]]
The photo is very simple, and I didn’t look for a special angle. Anyway, the lens is full of small cakes, which looks very tempting at night.
A bit of fabric was visible from the corners, and it was clear that there were more than two people.
【I will talk about the return of missing persons first】
[How could it be! He's haunting you late at night again! You're so heartless, Mr. Dan!]
[The table feels different from before. Is it my illusion? ]
[Wow wow wow, late at night, you are indeed worthy of being the Egg Boss]
Qin Shu gave him a thumbs up and then put away his phone.
Song Yun glanced at the comments and put his phone in his pocket, his face still hidden in his hat, and yawned.
Qin Shu patted him and said, "Go upstairs and go to bed. Don't stay up late tonight."
Song Yun nodded, then remembered something very important and said, "Do you have an extra data cable? Something happened to my data cable."
Specifically, the data cable fell to the ground without him noticing, and the bench moved, flattening his head, causing him to die on the spot.
Qin Shu nodded: "It's in my room."
So the two dragons went upstairs, and Song Yunhui followed Qin Shu into his room.
Qin Shu was getting the data cable from the cabinet, and he was standing by the desk doing nothing.
As a result, I moved my eyes downward and saw a photo frame falling towards me.
There was a letter with words written on it in the clip on the back of the photo frame.
The handwriting is unexpectedly familiar.
——After all, no one can’t recognize their own handwriting.