The moment I saw the letter, it seemed as if something had come loose, and some fragmented, incomplete images flashed by, fleetingly.
There are tree-lined paths and desks.
He was standing on the playground, as if calling someone.
He must have been happy, and he could even remember the feeling of the wind blowing through his clothes.
It's a very relaxed and free feeling.
——Who are you calling?
Unconsciously, Song Yunhui's fingers moved slightly.
He raised his eyes slowly, his brows and eyes were cold.
Things that had been ignored before were now fully revealed.
It's not that he seldom thinks about high school, nor is it that he gradually forgets it, but that the memory of high school disappeared inexplicably and he can't recall it.
To be precise, specific memories have disappeared.
About his deskmate whose face he could not remember, the letters he had written, and perhaps many more things he had done that he was not yet aware of.
Rather than disappearing, it is better to say that it has been eliminated.
It was as if something was trying to fix something.
Invisible, yet present.
"Here."
Qin Shu found the data line and turned around, and Song Yun retracted his gaze.
After receiving the data cable from the other party, he opened his mouth to say something, then stopped, raised his head and smiled, saying:
"Good night."
Qin Shu glanced at his smiling face, hummed, and said:
"Good night."
Afterwards, Song Yunhui took the data cable and left.
Qin Shu stood there and watched him enter the room before looking away.
"Click"
The door closed gently, Qin Shu turned around and walked to the desk, standing where Song Yunhui had just stood.
He turned his head slightly and could see the photo frame on one side and the white envelope tucked behind the photo frame.
After standing for a while, he lowered his eyes and picked up the photo frame and envelope, putting them away carefully while thinking.
Didn't I see it, or did I really forget it.
Or say you remember it but pretend you have no impression of it.
***
After opening the door, Song Yunhui plugged in the data cable and then charged his mobile phone.
The lights in the room were not on, and the dim blue light illuminated a pair of calm and indifferent eyes.
He is still thinking.
Why are these memories the only ones missing?
Apart from the fact that he has a problem with his brain, the only possibility is the plot.
Maybe the plot is trying to correct something.
Is it that classmate who has an impact on the plot, or is it that something happened at that time that will have an impact on the original plot?
He and Qin Shu knew each other in high school?
But that's not what's important.
He doesn't care what the plot is like, what the past is like, or what the memories are like.
It's the letter that matters.
That was definitely his own handwriting. His handwriting had not changed for a long time. After seeing his handwriting for more than ten years, it was impossible for me to pretend that I didn't recognize it.
...I don't seem like the kind of person who would write a letter casually.
What Song Yunhui was most worried about was the content of the letter.
His memory was fuzzy and he had no recollection of having written a letter before, let alone the contents of the letter.
I always have a bad feeling.
He turned over in bed, looked up at the ceiling, and still tried hard to recall.
He had written the letter himself, and he could have just gone directly to Qin Shu and told him that he wanted to see the letter, but in the end he kept silent.
I had an inexplicable feeling that if I read that letter in front of Qin Shu, the degree of social death would be no less than reading a comic strip that was mistakenly posted on Qin Shu's account.
So he held back.
“…”
After tossing and turning without being able to figure it out, Song Yunhui finally chose to stay where he was and close his eyes.
Go to sleep first.
***
I slept until dawn.
When Song Yun came back, some sunlight was already coming in through the window.
The air conditioner was on in the room, so the process of getting up was not as difficult as before. After a few minutes of mental preparation, I jumped up all of a sudden.
After putting on his pajamas, he was brushing his teeth in front of the mirror. He raised his eyes, and the brushing action suddenly stopped, and his drooping eyes opened in an instant.
My hair today is... a little different.
Last night was a normal night, but my hair was not my normal hair.
Perhaps it was because I changed my sleeping position slightly last night, a tuft of hair on top of my head stood up proudly and couldn't be pressed down.
With the toothbrush in his mouth, Song Yunhui tried to wet the hair with water to get it down, but no matter how he fiddled with it, the strand of hair still stood there stubbornly.
“…”
His resistance was futile, so he finally put on his hat.
That's good.
After washing up, I went downstairs. Qin Shu was still the only one in the kitchen.
He yawned and said "good morning".
Hearing the noise, the other person turned around, handed him the milk and said, "It's hot, just right for drinking."
It’s still that little dinosaur cup.
Song Yunhui took the milk, squatted down and touched the little cat head of Orange who came over to rub against him, and asked, "Where are Aunt Ye and the others?"
Qin Shu temporarily put the fried egg on a plate aside and said, "It should be ready soon."
When I passed by their room just now, I heard some talking coming from inside. They must have woken up.
As soon as he finished speaking, Orange meowed twice towards the corridor, and then footsteps were heard.
It was Qin Jianyuan. He walked over yawning, and noticed the sight lines of the two people and the cat. He held back his yawn to show his father's majesty, but he didn't know what to say, so he said that Ye Min was still in the room, patting his face, and he would come back later.
Qin Shu still handed him a glass of milk.
Qin Jianyuan took the milk, and finally squatted in a row with Song Yunhui to play with Chengzi together.
Later, Ye Min, who had just finished refilling his water tank, joined the two.
The three of them squatted on the ground, meowing at the orange sandwich that looked like sugar-free whole-wheat bread, and looked very happy.
Qin Shu picked up Cheng Zi and said, "It's time to eat."
The three of them looked away with regret and sat down at the dinner table.
This was probably the liveliest breakfast Song Yunhui had ever had.
Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan have been to many places and met many people, and they always have something to talk about.
But what they like to talk about most are the little things in life.
When talking happily, Ye Min suddenly asked Qin Shu: "Do you have work again today?"
Qin Shu nodded: "I'll be back late tonight, you guys figure out how to prepare dinner."
So Ye Min turned around and asked Song Yunhui: "Yunzi, do you have anything to do today?"
Song Yun shook his head.
I have nothing planned to do all day today.
"That would be great."
Ye Min clapped her hands and said, "Then you go to work today, and we will go out and play with Yunzi."
There was a hint of pride between her eyebrows, as if she had won.
Qin Jianyuan couldn't bear to look at it.
That’s how today’s itinerary is set.
After dinner, Ye Min didn't rush out. She finally remembered the bags she had brought yesterday, and pulled Song Yunhui to start unpacking the boxes happily.
She brought a lot of things this time, many of which were for two people, with everything in it. In the end she didn't know what was in the bag, it was just like opening a blind box.
When the last box was opened, Song Yunhui didn't recognize what it was at first glance.
Later, Ye Min said, "Yes, I also bought a pair of earmuffs."
Only then did Song Yun realize that this off-white thing was called earmuffs.
Ye Min was very enthusiastic, "Yunzi, take off your hat and put it on for auntie to see."
Song Yunhui froze for a moment, then sat up a little straighter.
Ye Min was still looking at him, eyes full of anticipation.
“…”
Finally he took off his hat, praying that tuft of hair would be more sensible.
He didn't know whether his hair was sensible or not, but he could see the smile suddenly appear in Ye Min's eyes.
alright.
He understood.
Ye Min held back her laughter and put the earmuffs on his head.
It was the first time that Song Yunhui realized that a person could smile happily with the corners of his mouth pointing downwards.
After a burst of fragrance, a strange feeling came to my ears.
Fluffy and warm.
Ye Min's movements were very gentle and he didn't feel any discomfort.
It's a very novel feeling.
Ye Min looked down at the person in front of him.
Her hair looked a lot more messy because she had taken off her hat earlier, her eyelashes were very long, and she had plush earmuffs on both sides of her cheeks. As she sat on the sofa, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.
Obedient and quiet.
She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and blinked her eyes to the side.
Qin Shu glanced at her, his coat still in his hands, and walked over, bending down, running his fingers through Song Yun's hair, instantly attracting her attention.
"Your hair is curling up."
He struggled with the tuft of hair on Song Yun's head, then faced the gaze of the man under him and said:
“It looks pretty good this way.”
It means if you don't do it well, start over.
Song Yunhui slapped his hand away.
Ye Min stood aside and looked at the two of them, laughing with tears in her eyes.
After that, Qin Shu went out, and the remaining three sat on the sofa and began to discuss what to do today.
Orange was on the side. Even though he was not going on this trip, he was still listening with great interest, and he took turns to act coquettishly and roll around on the three men.
The clothes Song Yunhui wore this time were picked by Ye Min.
It was milky white and short, and it matched the long ones on Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan in an inexplicable way.
He hasn't bought a scarf yet. Qin Shu gave him his scarf when he went out this morning.
It was the red scarf he bought for the other person.
The knitted scarf is very large and can be pulled up to cover the face. There is no need to wear a mask, just a hat.
The red scarf matches the cool white skin very well. My complexion looks much better when I am immersed in the warm and deep red.
After going out and closing the door, Song Yunhui let out a breath.
I feel like I can breathe much more smoothly when I go out without wearing a mask.
The memory of the Internet is not long-lasting. Perhaps soon, he will be able to go out like other normal people without having to hide anything.
***
The three of them went to a large shopping mall, and surprisingly, the place Ye Min wanted to go was a game hall.
She originally wanted to go to the cinema, but Song Yunhui told her that "Departure" would be released during the Spring Festival and would not be released for at least another month and a half.
There weren't any good movies recently, so she chose the game room.
The reason was simple, she simply had her eyes on the big bear in the game hall that needed a huge prize ticket.
Song Yun glanced back at the string of zeros on the back of the ticket.
最後他默默挽起衣袖，拿過葉敏遞來的裝着硬幣的籃子。
玩所有項目都能夠得到獎券，按照現實來看，得獎券最快的項目就是抓娃娃，每個娃娃都有一個條形碼，拿去機器邊掃碼，一個就能掃三百張獎券。
他在這邊抓娃娃，葉敏原本站在一邊看，之後像是看到了什麽東西，高高興興到了拿着一籃游戲幣跑到了其他地方。
今天是上班天，但是游戲廳裏還是有不少人，大部分是年輕游客。
宋雲回低頭，臉埋進圍巾裏，露出一雙眼睛，認真盯着櫃裏的娃娃，沒有注意到一邊的視線。
等到籃子裏的游戲幣用完，他再擡起頭時，發現一個地方圍了好幾圈的人，明顯比周圍要熱鬧許多。
那邊好像是游戲幣塔的地方。
等到他抱着已經幾乎到頭頂的娃娃借着身高優勢看過去的時候，發現在人群正中間的赫然是葉敏。
她常年保養，化着淡妝，衣服也穿得潮流，一眼看過去像是一個完完全全的年輕女生。
秦建遠就站在她身邊，手裏還拿着她的包。
她在推游戲幣塔，并且推的還是最大的那一個，不少人直接暫時不去玩自己的，就在旁邊站着湊熱鬧。
其他人擋不住宋雲回的視線，但是手裏的娃娃擋得住。
他還沒有看到發生了什麽，突然就聽到人群喧鬧了起來，woc聲一片。
他探過頭，剛好就看到剛才還立在那的游戲幣塔逐漸垮塌，聲響淹沒在鼎沸的人聲中。
宋雲回：“……”
要是他沒有記錯，換游戲幣的時候，工作人員有跟他們說，那座游戲幣塔是店裏最大的塔，已經在這裏待了很久很久，是鎮店之塔。
他的說法多少有點誇張，但還是很能表現出這個塔的不可攻克性。
視線從游戲幣上移開，注意到了不遠處的一堆娃娃，葉敏看到娃娃身後的人，高興地揮了揮手：
“雲崽！你快看！”
她看起來是妥妥的很高興又得意。
宋雲回于是只能走進人堆，和她一起分享喜悅。
推到游戲幣塔的結果就是葉敏終于如願得到了原本想要的大熊。
工作人員給了宋雲回一個大袋子裝玩偶，大熊沒有口袋能裝下，于是只能由秦建遠任勞任怨抱着。
他們找了一家川菜館吃的午飯。
隔壁桌坐的一個老太太和一個老爺爺，看到宋雲回後連連誇長得好看。
葉敏絲毫不謙虛，攬過宋雲回的肩笑得開心，“我們家的孩子确實好看。”
宋雲回笑了下。
老太太之後就拿出手機就想要介紹她家孫輩的人來認識認識。
葉敏當即擺手，“孩子還小哈。”
莫名變小，宋雲回不說話，在一邊安靜吃菜。
***
中午休息時間，其他人離開，秦書就坐在休息室裏，打開手機準備點微信，大眼仔卻推送了一條消息。
是個性推薦，覺得他也許會點進去。
看了眼配圖，他也确實點了進去。
是網友發的生活動态，但是标題很吸引人，是【震驚，某游戲廳幾年硬幣塔竟被推倒！】
配圖背景是花花綠綠的游戲廳，上面的人很熟悉。
是葉敏女士，她看着硬幣塔，十足的認真，仿佛一夜年輕二十歲。
下面的一串全是誇贊的，誇她漂亮還誇她技術好，居然一舉推翻巨塔。
秦書：“……”
這下不用問今天上午他們都玩了什麽了。
他原本想要退出，手指下滑，沒有退出，反倒把評論區往下拉了些。
又是一張照片。
但是不是葉敏的。
【借樓問一下，有誰知道照片上這個帥哥的聯系方式嗎？！當時太緊張了沒敢問，現在已經完全找不到人了嗚嗚嗚[圖片]】
照片拍的是一個彎腰垂眼，認真看着娃娃機的人。
他頭上戴着黑色鴨舌帽，紅色圍巾遮住了大半張臉，游戲廳的燈光并不算亮，只能看到一個模糊的側臉。
但是一個模糊側臉已經可以看出顏值基礎了。
【救命！蹲下，同求】
【我看到過！現實看上去真的好看（雖然也只看到了一點點的臉）！我今天也看到他了，但是帥哥當時應該是和爸媽在一起，沒敢上去要】
【這個紅圍巾？】
【別！紅圍巾千千萬，不要對號入座謝謝】
【怎麽有這麽帥的人啊！一個側臉就直接殺我了！】
【怎麽感覺有點眼熟？】
【+1，但是又不太熟的樣子[仰卧起坐.jpg]】
秦書默默保存了圖片。
保存圖片後頭頂的聊天框跳了出來，也或許是因為剛保存了圖片，看到那個熟悉的名字，手指不自覺動了下。
像是剛做了什麽壞事被正主發現一樣。
宋雲回沒有隔着網絡察覺到看到他剛才做了什麽的能力，發的消息很簡單，就問他下班了沒有，現在有沒有空。
他說有空。
于是宋雲回給他打了個視頻電話。
對面的聲音帶着笑，好像很高興，“查崗！你在幹什麽？”
秦書把看了一眼手機裏的人，攝像頭對着房間繞了一圈，說：“在休息室裏。”
還真像是查崗一樣。
宋雲回仍然斜下四十五度角，圍巾幾乎遮住了整張臉，只隐隐看到得到睫毛。
之後鏡頭轉換，他像是炫耀一樣挨個拿出娃娃，說：
“今天在游戲城夾的。”
秦書點頭。
剛在大眼仔上看到了。
宋雲回繼續說：“這個很好看，摸起來很軟，剛好适合橙子。”
“這個小恐龍我決定放在客廳裏。”
他又拿出兩個某機器藍貓，把圍巾往下拉了拉，終于露出了臉來，
“這兩個送秦叔叔和葉姨。”
秦書安靜聽他說着，看着對方上揚的嘴角，也跟着笑了。
***
宋雲回和葉敏秦建遠三人一起在市裏玩了一天，在晚上吃了飯後終于回到家。
逛了一整天的後果就是回到家後葉敏和秦建遠回到家後就洗澡睡覺。
宋雲回也回房間洗了個澡，之後穿上睡衣美美上.床。
坐在床上沒有事做，他看了眼時間，發現是吃個草經常出沒的點，有幾率掉落小漫畫，于是點進大眼仔。
進去大眼仔之後就再也出不來了。
直到一個陌生號碼打了過來，他這才把視線從大眼仔上移開。
跟預想中不太一樣，是一道清甜的女聲。
“豆漿老師您好，抱歉深夜打擾，我是《暮歸》劇組的楊和，今天聯系你是想問一下最近有時間寫一首主題曲嗎？”
對面說，“因為聽其他老師說您晚上比較有時間，所以現在致電。”
她在打電話之前應該是打聽過他的習慣，第一句話就開門見山把重點說了出來。
宋雲回起身，一邊聊着一邊打開電腦，搜索【暮歸】。
這是一部電影，網上關于《暮歸》的消息并不多，只能知道這是一部更貼近現實的講述底層人的故事的電影，主演名字平時都不常見。
看上去是很常見的小投資的文藝電影。
楊和大概也知道自己這邊的确不太拿得出手，說話很謹慎又小心。
按理來說，按照她們劇組的財力，一般是不敢找上豆漿這種層次的正熱的作曲人，特別是《歸途》上線之後，對方一首歌的價值更是瘋漲，明知道不太有希望，劇組的人商量了又商量，最後還是決定試一下。
意外的是對方并沒有直接拒絕，甚至聽上去挺感興趣，已經開始聊一些細節。
在自己都要被說得心動之前，楊和聲音略微小了些，說：
“是這樣的，我們劇組資金有限，大部分都是拿去器材和布景這些……”
她有些氣弱地說了一個數。
“嗯。”
對面的人聲音清透且溫和，說，“可以。”
他說得随意，楊和卻沒有反應過來，腦子終于轉過來之後跺了跺腳，興奮得不斷在房間裏來回走動。
原來網傳的一秒入坑不是假。
這聲音，這個爽快的态度，誰聽了不淪陷！
讓電腦休眠，宋雲回靠在椅子上，頭發稍稍向後揚去，問，“這個時間緊嗎？”
“不緊的不緊的。”
楊和連連道，“我們這個拍攝周期還很長，不緊的。”
宋雲回起身拿過紙筆，單手打開筆蓋，說：“可以說一下《暮歸》是想要表達什麽還有你們的基本需要和基調嗎？”
“是這樣的，我們是以底層的主角的視角去看待……”
電話裏傳來清晰又有條理的聲音，他側頭，聽到外邊有聲音響起，于是起身走向陽臺。
陽臺正對着平時走的路，剛好看到走在路上的秦書。
他長得高，影子被路燈的光拉得老長。
半趴在陽臺上，宋雲回對着他揮了揮手。
秦書轉頭，一眼就看到了他。
他也學着揮了揮手，之後快步走向家門。
路上的人影消失，宋雲回轉身回到房間，繼續接着電話。
***
等到秦書回到家抱起在玄關等他的橙子，把衣服挂在架子上，買回來的東西放進冰箱之後，他這才看到宋雲回踩着樓梯下來。
對方手裏還抱着一個小恐龍，正好就是今天打電話的時候提起的恐龍。
After placing the doll next to the TV and carefully adjusting its position, he turned to Qin Shu and said:
“It looks good, doesn’t it?”
Orange reached out to touch Song Yunhui, obviously not interested in the little dinosaur on the table.
This is a little cat who likes Daddy but likes Daddy more.
Song Yunhui took the orange, touched the kitten's paw, and then said as usual:
"I'm going to start working part-time starting tomorrow."
“…”
Qin Shu: “Hmm?”
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