Putting down the phone, Song Yun looked back at the computer and checked the messages.

Someone sent him several messages, the last one was:

[Soymilk teacher, how is the progress of the song? [Love]]

Song Yunhui did not feel guilty at all and raised his hand to reply:

[Soon]

After replying to the message, he stood up, rummaged through a pile of A4 papers, and pulled out two relatively clean sheets of paper. Then he dug out a pen from the things he had moved.

Almost there means that he finally remembered that this thing existed.

With headphones on to suppress his messy hair that was flying around after taking a shower, Song Yunhui bent his legs and squatted on the chair, the pen in his hand moving randomly and irregularly.

The world became completely quiet, with only the sound of tuning notes coming from the headphones.

Once Song Yunhui starts doing something, he will be very serious and completely forget about everything outside.

When he finally took off his headphones, he pressed the scribbles-covered paper under the keyboard and checked the time.

It's already two o'clock.

He blinked his sore eyes and took the phone to take a look.

There was an extra email in my mailbox, from a celebrity's studio.

He had an impression of this star, but it was not a good one.

He casually refused and put his phone aside.

Feeling that he still had some energy left, Song Yunhui began to tidy up his overly messy desktop and folders.

Various scraps are interspersed with scripts.

Pause the hand holding the mouse for half a second, then click Delete.

The facts show that he is not suitable for this job. If he is not suitable, there is no need to force it.

Compared to acting, my current job is more suitable for me.

I just compose music, and occasionally write lyrics if I feel like it. If I’m interested, I’ll take it, and if I don’t like it, I’ll refuse it. I can arrange my time freely.

After this coma, Song Yun recalled that his greatest improvement was his improved mentality.

Everything is fine, everything is good, being happy is the most important thing.

After tidying up the desktop and finally shredding the files in the Recycle Bin, Song Yunhui turned off the computer and finally went to bed.

When I woke up the next day, it was almost noon.

Strawberry milk and bread solved his brunch problem. Song Yunhui put on his coat, hat and mask and went out.

He has a lot of things to buy and needs to decide today.

What he needs is not available here, and he needs to go to the main city to buy it.

Song Yunhui has become more and more proficient in taking taxis and buses.

He was wrapped up so tightly that only a part of his nose was exposed, but he still met boys and girls who came up to him and asked for their WeChat accounts. Looking at the map on his phone, some people were eager to help lead the way.

Song Yunhui didn't know what these people could see through their masks and hats, so he refused and finally found his destination on his own.

He walked into the busy shopping mall.

He was looking for a professional microphone and a bunch of supporting equipment, and the only store in this mall that met his standards had them.

The location of the store was a bit remote, and he looked around twice before he found it.

It's a very big store.

Song Yunhui had a clear goal. After finding what he wanted one by one, he stopped shopping and prepared to pay.

There were three or five people in front of the cashier counter, and they seemed to have come together.

Song Yunhui stood behind them at a distance, waiting slowly.

The employee who received him smiled warmly and asked him, "Sir, is there anything else you need?"

Song Yun looked back at his phone, compared it with the list, and said calmly, "No more, thank you."

His voice is very recognizable, clear and penetrating. Even though he is covered by a mask, it still feels like a thread hanging on his heart.

Someone in front turned around and saw Song Yunhui already looking down at his phone.

The person in front left, Song Yun paid the money and then filled in the address.

No matter which direction you look from, you can only see the hat and a few strands of hair.

Outside the store

Bai Linhua, who was also fully armed, walked among the crowd, his steps becoming slower and slower.

I always feel that the voice just now is very familiar.

"...Don't think about it. There is always a way. I will ask Soy Milk if he has time recently."

The agent sighed, "Soy milk has become famous in the industry recently, and it is definitely not as easy to get a place now as before."

Soy milk is just not tasty, but he is great at writing lyrics and music. He was a treasure they discovered by chance, and later they became regular partners. However, the music he composed years ago won an award, and the songs he wrote were also very popular, so his value increased by several times, and the number of people he dated increased dramatically.

It is said that the queue now extends to next year.

Yes! Soy milk!

Bai Linhua immediately turned around and struggled to move forward through the crowd towards the store.

When he returned to the store, the only person left was the clerk, who was still talking to the cashier about how generous the previous customer was.

The agent ran over and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bai Linhua said nothing, just shook his head.

What was here just now seemed to be soy milk.

He turned to the agent and said, "I have his WeChat, we can contact him directly."

The agent glared at him and asked, "When did you add this?"

He didn't have the other party's WeChat, and usually relied on emails and phone calls in emergencies. He didn't expect that these two had added WeChat without his knowledge.

Bai Linhua didn't reply and just let him chatter on.

They have been adding each other for quite a long time, and the reason is simple: WeChat makes communication convenient.

Sometimes when Doujiang is too busy, he will just send him a voice message and let him convert it into text.

Bai Linhua didn't turn around, but listened carefully every time, so he gradually became familiar with the other person's voice.

The sound he heard just now, both in terms of accent and voice, was very much like soy milk.

***

After shopping, Song Yunhui took a bus home.

After entering the community and walking past the next door, the door suddenly opened.

He turned his head and the first person he saw was Qin Shu holding an orange tightly in his arms.

Moving his eyes upwards, he also saw the cat hair on the other person's head.

Orange was still trying to push towards him.

Song Yunhui and Qin Shu looked at each other.

“…”

Finally, Song Yunhui sat in Qin Shu's living room. Chengzi rolled over in his arms, purring constantly, and was visibly happy.

Rubbing the little white gloves in his hands, Song Yunhui narrowed his eyes slightly.

Qin Shu finally had time to deal with the cat hair on his body, with no expression on his stern face.

With a stern face, he collected the cat hair and put it in a small bag.

Song Yun asked back: "Are these collected to make cat hair felt?"

Qin Shu nodded: "Yes."

He stood up, left for a while, and then came back with a big bag of cat hair in his hand.

Looks like it's been there for a while.

Even though he was holding a large bag of fur in his hands, his expression remained the same. At least on the surface, there was no sign that he was someone who would collect cat fur.

Song Yun asked him back, "What are you going to do?"

Qin Shu sat down next to him and said, "Maybe it's an orange."

It means to replicate a small orange.

Orange himself was still rolling in Song Yunhui's arms, feeling extremely comfortable.

Song Yunhui rubbed Chengzi's chin and said, "This is a bit difficult."

But he just likes things that are difficult.

The clouds gradually turned into a crimson color, spreading out layer by layer.

After a busy afternoon, Master Song and Master Qin decided to send the cat hair to a professional store for processing and reuse.

Song Yunhui went home only after he had a full meal, and added Qin Shu on WeChat before leaving.

The original words were something like, we are all neighbors, leave your WeChat for easy contact.

Song Yunhui added the message on WeChat, changed the note and ignored it.

On the contrary, it was Qin Shu who refreshed his friend list three times on his mobile phone after Song Yunhui left, and finally concluded that the suddenly appearing [AAA Hardware Wholesale Dou Zong] was Song Yunhui.

After returning home, Mr. Dou, the hardware wholesaler, continued to sit in front of the computer.

I pulled out the paper that was pressed under the keyboard yesterday, found what I had written among the scribbles, and imported it into the computer while humming.

She held the earphones with her fingers and beat the beat slowly. The light from the lamp shone through her hair and the only sound in the room was her soft humming.

He listened and revised the essay until late at night. Feeling that it was almost time, Song Yunhui turned off the computer and went to bed quickly.

Looking out from here, you can just see the lights still on in the windows next door.

In the spirit of neighborly harmony, Song Yunhui sent Qin Shu a good night cat head.

The other party responded with a cat head almost immediately.

Today I’m a cool guy who can post cat head emoticons.

I thought the chat was over, but then my phone shook and the other party sent another message.

Qin Shu said that he would take the orange peels to the store to make small oranges tomorrow, and asked him if he wanted to go with him.

【Go ^_^】

The next day, the two suspects successfully met at the door.

This time, Song Yunhui is a suspect who looks invincible and youthful.

The weather had turned cold, and he was wearing a white sweater, still a mask and a cap, and his hair was blowing in the wind.

Qin Shu looked down at his wool sweater and his expression changed slightly.

Song Yun complimented him: "So handsome."

This time, there is no need to take a taxi or bus. Qin Shu drives and Song Yunhui is in charge of sitting.

The place they went to was a store that specialized in making felt using pet hair.

After discussing the details with the store, we estimated that it would take four to five days to get the finished product. It was still early, so we decided to take a walk around the area.

This is a shopping mall. There is a large electronic screen on the building opposite, on which a handsome face with clear outlines is clearly reflected.

Song Yun turned his head and looked at Qin Shu who was walking beside him.

Qin Shu lowered his head.

The moment their eyes met, he unconsciously turned his head slightly to avoid her.

Song Yunhui smiled happily under the mask, walked to the side of the corridor, and made a "V" sign with his hand.

"Take a photo with a famous star."

Before Qin Shu's brain could react, his hands had already started moving honestly.

The sunlight penetrated the clear glass, illuminating a pair of pale, smiling eyes.

Song Yunhui came back trotting.

He seemed to be in a good mood.

Qin Shu lowered his head and asked him, "Won't you feel bored hanging out with me?"

Everyone tacitly accepted his silence, and the communication was limited to politeness.

Song Yun replied with an "Ah", "Happy."

This is the first time he goes out with others.

Perhaps because of the sporadic memories of an extremely happy childhood, he would take the initiative to look for other children to play with when he was young and could get along well with everyone.

This habit ended when Song Zishu came home.

Everything started to change.

He began to become what others called a jealous person, a spoiled rich second-generation who only knew how to eat and wait to die.

He didn't understand it before, but now he finally understands that everything was arranged in the novel.

That's just who he is, that's all.

But perhaps because Qin Shu is a marginal character in the novel, or perhaps because he himself did something contrary to the plot of the novel, which weakened the effectiveness of the plot, this time someone actually communicated with him without prejudice.

I can’t say it was a big surprise, but it was nice to have a fun neighbor.

He said, "There's a milk tea shop over there, do you want to go?"

Qin Shu nodded.

The milk tea shop is decorated in a fresh and simple style, and sells both milk tea and coffee.

Song Yunhui quickly ordered the Blueberry Bobo.

His eyes moved between milk tea and coffee, and facing Song Yunhui's gaze, Qin Shu finally ordered Strawberry Bobo.

Song Yunhui smiled.

There were many people in the store, so people had to go to the counter to get their drinks. Qin Shu went, and Song Yunhui sat in his seat watching the people coming and going outside the store.

The cell phone in his pocket was shaking, so he took it out and found it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, who are you?"

"It's me, Zhong Xu."

This voice is so familiar.

Song Yunhui was so familiar with the situation that he just wanted to hang up the phone right there.

"you……"

"For your Blueberry Bobo, the clerk also gave her a small doll."

As soon as Zhong Xu finished speaking, Song Yunhui's eyes were instantly attracted by the small ornament in Qin Shu's hand, and his speech speed instantly increased, "This is a wholesale of building materials, not retail, please do not disturb if you are not serious."

He hung up the phone after he finished speaking.

Looking at the black phone, Zhong Xu returned it to the secretary, thinking about the "Blueberry Bobo" he just heard, and finally said:

"Wrong number."