Song Yunhui finally returned to the hotel with the fried rice.
The hotel is booked by the crew. There are several empty rooms and you can move in directly.
Putting the fried rice on the table, he took out his chopsticks and his cell phone.
Ye Min sent him a message ten minutes ago, asking him if he had eaten yet.
She must have gotten the news from Qin Shu, so she didn't ask him where he had been or what he was doing.
Song Yun replied that he was eating.
Then a video call came in.
He answered the call, adjusted the camera, and then placed the phone on the table.
Ye Min's face appeared on the phone screen, and behind her she could see the little dinosaur in the living room.
The other person smiled and asked him casually, "What are you eating?"
Song Yunhui swallowed the rice in his mouth and said, "The fried rice was not bad."
He asked, "Has Qin Shu not come back yet?"
Ye Min waved her hands and said, "He came back very late today. I guess we won't be able to wait for him."
Song Yunhui nodded.
Ye Min seemed to like chatting very much. She told him what happened today, all very ordinary little things, and then asked him when he would be back.
Song Yun replied that he would be back in two days.
He knew his limits. Going to the crew this time was already an unwanted request. He had no status and was not fit to stay in the crew. Regardless of whether he gained anything or not, he should leave after one or two days.
Ye Min seemed a little regretful.
She later said they had something else to do and would be flying abroad in a few days, and when they come back it would probably be the Chinese New Year.
Song Yunhui was stunned for a moment.
He didn't know whether it was because he heard the two unfamiliar words "Spring Festival" or for other reasons, but he had an inexplicable feeling in his heart.
He couldn't figure out what kind of feeling this was.
He finally asked, "Auntie Ye, when are you leaving?"
Qin Jianyuan was seen drinking water in the background of the video. Ye Min turned to him and asked him to bring her a cup as well. Then she turned back and said to him with her eyes downcast:
"I'll leave after celebrating Orange's birthday one day later. Auntie will be leaving by then, and I won't want to leave Yunzi."
She is very good at expressing her emotions directly. Her well-maintained face was wrinkled and she looked really reluctant.
——The day after tomorrow is Orange’s birthday. Song Yunhui still remembered how happy Ye Min was when she told him about Orange’s birthday plans.
...Are you reluctant?
He thought briefly.
Ye Min asked him, "When auntie passes away, will Yunzi be willing to leave her?"
Her expression changed from sadness to smile in an instant, and then she began to tease Song Yunhui with a smile, wanting to see his reaction.
Like teasing a child, but the attitude is not annoying.
But unexpectedly, the other party's brows fell, and he replied very seriously: "I can't bear to part with it."
It was not a perfunctory statement made just to please others. It seemed more like he had thought it over carefully and came to a definite conclusion through his own considerations.
The smile on Ye Min's face froze for a moment, and even Qin Jianyuan, who was walking behind her with a cup in his hand, froze for a moment.
Ye Min's voice suddenly became much softer, as if she was afraid of disturbing something, and asked, "Are you willing to give up your Uncle Qin?"
Song Yun replied, “I can’t bear to do that.”
This is also a very serious sentence.
Ye Min's expression changed, the smile on her face deepened, but there seemed to be some other emotion in her eyes, which Song Yunhui did not understand at the moment.
Covering her face while laughing, Ye Min turned to Qin Jianyuan and said, "Old Qin, let's not leave!"
Things abroad are very important and she has to go, but she really wants to stay, just to satisfy her craving for food.
Qin Jianyuan came over and patted her on the shoulder.
"We were still asleep when you left this morning. It would have been nice if we had woken up."
When he wakes up, you can see him off and tell him that he doesn't need to put himself in a difficult position outside - even if it's just a short outing of one or two days.
Ye Min then began to give him a safety class, saying,
"When you are alone outside, please be careful and don't keep it to yourself if you are wronged. Tell me what's wrong and I will help you seek justice."
Song Yunhui just nodded and kept nodding, not daring to raise any objections.
Maybe it’s because I just ate two mouthfuls of fried rice, and my body is slowly warming up.
Everything seems to be falling into place.
The room was no longer quiet.
Song Yunhui could hear the voice coming from the other end of the phone, the complaints of people passing by the door, the shouting of people on the road farther away, and the crying of a baby from the building next door.
The world became clear.
Ye Min chatted with him for a while, then told him to go to bed early and hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yunhui ate two more mouthfuls of food, then picked up his phone and left the room.
He put on a mask as he walked, looked around, and instead of going to the crew, he turned in another direction and walked towards the alley on the other side.
He chose this alley at random.
This county is full of alleys like these, which connect everything like the veins of the heart.
The lights in the alley were still on, dimly lit. There were a few grocery stores crowded together in the middle. Two of them were closed, leaving only one open.
Next to the grocery store there is a square house that looks very simple.
There were two seats in the room, and two mirrors were hung on the wall opposite the seats. The mirrors looked very old, but they were wiped very clean, and the old table top was also kept very tidy.
There is a comb, a trimmer and scissors on the table.
A hunchbacked old man sat in front of the house, silently washing vegetable leaves in a basin.
If I'm not mistaken, this should be a barber shop.
Lifting his feet and moving forward, Song Yunhui finally saw the whole picture of the house.
It turned out that this room not only had a wooden table and a mirror, but also a gas stove and a pot, as well as some seasonings, against the innermost wall.
Like a simple kitchen.
There were other people passing by in the alley, and the old man would look up every time someone passed by.
It’s just a pity that these people are not his guests.
Not many people get their hair cut late at night, and with the increasing number of trendy barbershops, few people come to such shops anymore.
But surprisingly, the old man finally got a guest.
From a certain perspective, getting a haircut at night is not a good idea, but since you are already getting your hair cut in this shop, you don't need to worry about these things anymore.
A man walked into the store. He was only wearing one piece of clothing on a winter night, with his coat draped over his hands. The light illuminated the sweat on his body.
After he came in, he sat down. The old man put down the food in his hand, stood up, shook off the water, and stood behind him.
The two chatted for a few words. Because they were far apart, Song Yunhui couldn't hear what they said. He could only see the man sitting in the seat raise his heavy eyelids, and then laugh, and laugh happily.
There is a unique feeling between them that outsiders cannot interfere with.
Song Yunhui stopped as he was about to move forward, stood at the side of the store for a while, and then left.
At six o'clock, one group of people gets off work, and at eight or nine in the evening, another group of people gets off work.
Following the crowd, he saw a woman holding her child's hand and waiting for her husband in front of the house, and a couple wearing the same factory uniforms walking home together.
In ordinary county towns, such scenes are played out every day.
The cell phone in his pocket vibrated, but the tiny movement was easily captured. Song Yunhui took out his cell phone and answered the call.
"Wow, Qin Xiaoshu."
He lowered his head slightly and smiled, then blended into the crowd silently, becoming one of the many ordinary people.
***
The next morning, Song Yunhui got up early and put on a face mask and went out as usual.
The yellow sand in this place seems to be endless.
Both bases started work early. He asked others about the working hours yesterday and arrived early.
He arrived early, but there were already people on the field.
They shivered in the cold wind as if they had just woken up, and then began to put out the things they had put away last night.
Ma Gang was among them.
Song Yunhui stepped forward and said "Good morning", then asked, "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
Ma Gang glanced at him, a little surprised, "So early."
He thought the other party would not be able to get up so early, so he did not tell him the working hours.
Unexpectedly, the other party arrived on time.
The other person stood there with a calm look in his eyes, exuding a sense of seriousness.
Ma Gang hesitated for a moment, then asked tentatively:
“Can you help me take inventory?”
This was the least physically demanding job he could think of.
It's just a bit brain-intensive.
The crew has a lot of stuff and it's not a simple matter of counting. It takes some thought to keep track of it.
Ma Gang said: "Do you know these devices? This is called..."
Song Yun replied, "Yes."
His voice was not loud, but his clear voice was somewhat muffled by the face mask.
Ma Gang then stopped talking to save time, handed the list to the other party, and was ready to do the second inventory himself.
According to his experience, it would be good enough if the crew could parachute in and not cause any trouble, but nothing else could be expected.
Nevertheless, no matter how well it was done, it was the first time he saw a paratrooper who could really do something.
Song Yunhui held the list in his hand and looked down at the equipment, turning the ballpoint pen in his hand.
Afterwards, the base gate was left open and people came in one after another.
There was a constant sound of talking in his ears. Song Yunhui stood where he was and blinked slowly.
***
The actors and director are already discussing things, and we need to speed up the preparations here.
After filling out the last item on the form and making the comments, Song Yunhui just raised his head and saw the person who worked with him yesterday passing by.
The man also saw him, and the moment he saw him, his shoulders shrugged as if he was frightened.
Then he came over, rubbed the back of his head, and said:
"What a coincidence, you're here so early?"
Looking at the person standing opposite him who looked unrestrained and gentle, he just felt a toothache.
It was as if he was blind yesterday. He didn't see clearly the person who was obviously not suitable for their job standing there, and just let him follow him to do the work.
好巧不巧昨天工作也不輕松。
直到昨天馬剛來給他說原本說好的要來的場務坐錯了車，明天才能到時，他這才意識到了什麽。
在一開始馬剛就給他透了底，說會來兩個場務，一個是找來幹事的，一個挂虛職，就待一兩天就走，只要讓對方自己溜達，要是有什麽問題就拉一把就好。
幹事的沒來，剩下的就是挂虛職的。
情況已經很明顯。
男人抹了把臉。
他也沒有想到對方被拉去幹活居然也不反抗一句，反而幹得兢兢業業，跟真的一樣真，任誰看了都不會覺得他是來挂虛職的。
心裏尴尬，他只能先揮揮手：“那我先去做其他事情了。”
宋雲回點頭。
男人走了，宋雲回拿着表單站在原地，簡要畫了兩個圈，在繁雜的人堆看了一周。
馬剛從人堆裏走出來，擦了一把額頭的還摻着黃沙的汗。
忙碌的一天從忙碌的早晨開始，對方習慣性地擦了一把額頭，問：
“還差多少沒有核對？”
他原本是想着自己從頭到尾再清點一遍，結果今天開工早，上頭在催進度，只能暫時接着進度繼續點一遍。
宋雲回把表單遞給他，說：“腳架還差一個，遮光罩多了兩個，問了購器材的人，他說沒有購入記錄，應該是把隔壁組的借走了沒還。”
旁邊有人經過，正好聽到宋雲回的話，用力拍了下頭，說：
“腳架昨晚收得晚，放庫裏去了後就忘了拿過來，我等會兒就拿來。”
馬剛微愣，說了聲“好”，之後接過宋雲回遞來的清單仔細從頭看到尾。
帶着一份将信将疑，他拿出兩個遮光罩在手上掂了掂，給隔壁組的場務打了個電話，問那邊是不是少了倆遮光罩。
對面聲音嘈雜，各種聲音都有，說話的人只能加大音量：
“清點出來了嗎……哦對對，少了兩個，我說去哪兒了，我馬上叫個人來拿。”
沒有多于的寒暄，兩人說完正事就挂了電話。
看着馬剛把手機放進口袋裏再拉上拉鏈，宋雲回問：“還需要我做什麽事嗎？”
他還是跟之前一樣的态度。
風吹起沙子往上揚，馬揉了揉眼睛，說：“……暫時沒有，任務都安排完了，你先自由安排吧。”
宋雲回于是去蹲一組拍戲了。
鏡頭裏的人并不算多，鏡頭外卻是一堆的人，多他一個不多。
今天第一場戲就是主角和男二的對手戲。
之前在網上浏覽演員表的時候，他已經發現上邊的演員沒一個認識或者打過交道的。
越是沒有了解過，就越是想要看看。
一場戲接一場戲下來，他發現《暮歸》劇組雖然小，經費看上去也不太足，但是選角好，沒有花大價錢請熱度高的演員，請的都是貼合角色的人，節省下來的經費拿去負責妝造，從質量上勝了一截。
不少人蹲地上看，宋雲回站累了，也跟着蹲下來，完美混入。
現場很安靜，只有輕微的機器運作的聲音。
兩個演員沒有專用的休息間，平時坐的椅子就在一邊，稍微一側頭就可以看到被留在椅子上的被翻得卷了邊的劇本。
導演喊“咔”的時候，宋雲回蘿白慢慢挪了下位置站起來，站到人群最後面。
這是沒有體驗過的視角。
他之前是站在鏡頭下盡自己能力不辜負其他人的努力。
現在他成了為了別人工作的一個。
站在人群裏，他更能清楚地感受到身邊人的緊張和激動，能感受到他們的期待。
他們是分散的個體，但在某個時候也是一個集體。
宋雲回側眼，看到了坐在一邊的楊和。
她手裏拿着劇本還在認真琢磨着厚了一倍的劇本，手機放在隔了一個臨時搭的小桌的另一邊的椅子上，應該是開的靜音。
宋雲回低頭，給她發了一條消息，之後轉身。
他從一組走出來的時候正好遇到了正在休息的馬剛，對方朝他招了下手，問他：
“是去吃午飯嗎？”
劇組裏的飯油，很多人受不了，有些人會直接跑外邊去吃，他覺得按理來說宋雲回也會。
宋雲回沒搖頭也沒點頭，朝他揮揮手。
***
午休的時候，宋雲回回了賓館。
這附近的巷子裏有雜貨店，裏面的東西很多很雜，但是相對的質量也良莠不齊。
他買了一疊草稿紙。
他有随身帶筆的習慣，但是紙重，一般是走哪買哪。
和平時用的紙不太一樣，紙張粗糙，但是不影響使用。
他伏案低眉，手下墨水線條流暢。
期間手機響了幾下，他沒有注意，也沒有絲毫分心。
一張紙寫到底，剛好擠下最後一個符號。
他沒有放下手裏紙筆，再次拿出一張紙來放在手下。
他重新再寫了一遍，音符變化，兩版開始有細微出入。
依舊是剛好擠下最後一個符號。
把兩張紙都收起來放進口袋，宋雲回把筆随意揣進兜裏，之後拿起手機看了一眼時間。
他原本是想要打開某購票軟件，結果看到頭頂的微信消息，還是決定優先看微信。
是發行公司那邊的人發來的消息，說事情已經完全搞定，期待他的下一首作品。
宋雲回笑了下，擡手回複。
他之後買了今天下午從D市回去的票。
這條路沒多少人走，車次少，今天就只有兩班，一班上午就走了，一班就在下午，預估回家的時候已經是晚上。
現在到下午還有點時間，他也不敢勉強筆記本電腦做什麽高難度的事，最後出去再逛了一圈，看了眼昨晚看過的理發店，之後才回到賓館收拾好東西。
走時依舊是坐的來時的公交車，和昨天一樣的好天氣。
宋雲回撐着下巴看向窗外，慢慢打了個呵欠，拿起手機看了眼消息。
葉敏給他發了消息。
是一張照片。
橙子窩在貓窩裏睡覺，爪子還搭在橘色的玩偶上，鼻子裏吹出一個老大的泡。
宋雲回笑了下。
灼眼陽光映亮帶着笑意的淺色瞳孔。
大巴轉公交，之後再是高鐵。
宋雲回除了之前聊了幾句天，之後就再也沒有碰手機，坐上高鐵的時候沒有發現手機已經沒電，等到想起需要報備一下行程的時候這才發現手機已經徹底餓虛脫關機。
等他充了電再次開機的時候，高鐵已經走了一半路程。
他給秦書打了個電話。
***
汽車內，放在一邊的手機震動。
秦書扶了下耳機，接通電話。
耳機裏傳來對方的說話聲，他安靜聽着，透過後視鏡看了一眼放在後座上的燦爛向日葵和禮盒。
之後他“嗯”了聲，說，“我回去的時候會經過高鐵站，到時候在出站口等你。”
對面說了聲“好”。
電話挂斷，秦書靠邊停車，之後把開往D市某縣的導航變更為開往高鐵站，在下一個路口掉頭。
***
順着人流下了高鐵，宋雲回到出站口的第一時間就看到了在正對面等着的秦書。
他長得高，在一衆同樣在等人的人群中顯得格外突出。
宋雲回笑得眼睛眯起，朝他揮手。
排隊出站的時間感覺莫名漫長，等到宋雲回終于刷卡出站，秦書上前拿過他身上的包，之後碰了下他的手背。
冰的。
拉過對方手腕把手放進自己口袋裏，秦書面不改色，說：
“這裏面暖和。”
宋雲回樂得手暖，就這樣任由秦書帶着去找車，之後自覺坐上副駕。
周圍不斷有人投過奇異的視線，他并不在意。
車裏之前就開着暖氣，進去的瞬間人就溫暖了下來。
宋雲回瞬間放松癱，化身鹹魚一動不動，就睜着兩個死魚眼看着前面風景。
現在是晚上十點多，雖然不是平時的睡眠時間，但是依舊能夠感受到些微的困。
車內沒開燈，外邊燈光把車內照亮了一瞬。
同樣照亮了後座。
鹹鹹一擡眼看向後視鏡，宋雲回一激靈，瞬間解除鹹魚狀态。
要是那沒看錯的話，後面應該有花，或許還有一個小禮物盒。
這不像是會出現在秦書車裏的東西。
他轉頭看向秦書，滿臉震驚：“秦小書！你談戀愛沒告訴我！”
秦書看了他一眼。
就這一眼，宋雲回冷靜下來。
還是平時的秦小書，不是戀愛版秦小書。
秦書問他：“不記得明天是什麽日子嗎？”
宋雲回語氣铿锵有力：“橙子生日！”
他說完就“啊”了下，“原來你給橙子買的。”
秦書沒說是也沒說不是。
宋雲回就當他默認了。
到家的時候是晚上十一點多。
宋雲回這次先下車，下車的時候還看了眼時間。
已經快要到十二點。
他還沒忘記明天是橙子的生日。
按照葉敏最開始的設想，大家會在淩晨一起給橙子唱生日歌。
但是秦書似乎不慌，讓他先走，說明天一早要出門，他還要去給車加油。
他到了這個時候還是意外的樸實。
宋雲回看着時間，于是只有自己掏鑰匙開門。
很意外的，門內一片漆黑。
是已經開始給橙子過生日了？
但是也不至于一點聲音也沒有。
Suddenly, the cell phone in my hand rang.
It was Qin Shu who called.
Song Yunhui was still thinking about celebrating Chengzi's birthday on time, so he answered the call anxiously, "Qin Xiaoshu, listen to me..."
"Song Yunhui."
The door at the back just opened vaguely, Qin Shu's voice was heard at the door, and the same voice came from the phone.
He said:
"If you don't remember, I'll help you remember."
"happy birthday."