Her younger brother was sitting on the ground. He was very small, looked weak and pitiful... and had a silly smile on his face.

He had a Band-Aid wrapped around his hand, tears were still welling up in his eyes, but his mouth was twisted upwards, and he looked like he was neither crying nor laughing, looking completely stupid.

Opposite him was a man squatting, with a smooth profile and a pair of smiling eyes under his cap.

His eyelashes are very long and thick, and when he blinks, it seems to flash into people's hearts.

It doesn't seem like a real person.

This face is so familiar, she was just reciting it.

A person online and in real life seem like two completely different individuals.

On the Internet, behind a screen, everyone is virtualized into an electronic image, seemingly insensitive to pain and unafraid of rumors. Their attacks do not seem to be directed at a real person.

But now it's different.

She could see that he was wearing a warm-looking coat, a cap that was not buttoned too tightly, and a gentle smile on his face.

What appeared before her was a real person who existed in reality and was very different from the image on the Internet.

He was the kind of person who made her heart beat wildly just by looking at him.

She saw Song Yunhui pulling her brother up.

The child was very naive. He only knew that he liked the older brother in front of him and that he should be friends with people he liked, so he looked up and asked:

"Big brother, can we be friends?"

His eyes were full of anticipation, his voice trembled a little, but he tried hard to make it fluent.

Song Yun smiled back.

Before he could answer, a little girl came over and took the boy's hand, then immediately bowed and said thank you:

"thank you!"

Her ears were still very red and her voice was loud. Song Yunhui was a little surprised by her attitude, then he put the mask and hat back on and said, "It's okay."

The child was taken away, so Song Yunhui did not stay any longer. He tilted his head to look at the place where people were choosing dishes, and saw that Qin Shu was already in the front of the line, so he waved to the child and said:

"goodbye."

The little kid waved his arms even harder than he did, and he almost jumped with his feet.

Song Yun turned around and slipped away to find Qin Shu.

He had just finished weighing and putting the vegetables into the cart.

They left together.

In the busy supermarket, they were just two ordinary customers.

***

Qin Shu drove back home.

They got home not too late, just in time to prepare dinner.

Ms. Ye Min had called them before to ask when they would be back, and when they got home, the TV had just been turned off, exactly to the minute.

“…”

Song Yun held the food in his hands and was silent for a moment.

The opponent is fast, but his eyes are not slow either.

He saw his own face on TV.

Judging from this reaction, if I'm not mistaken, these two people probably watched the TV shows he starred in for the entire afternoon.

Ye Min stood up, took the dish from his hand, stuffed the orange into his arms, and then kept moving around.

Qin Jianyuan was the only one left. He looked at Qin Shu, who was also holding a dish in his hand.

Qin Shu glanced at him, then got up and carried the dishes to the kitchen, leaving him alone here.

Song Yun looked back at him, and finally couldn't help but smile. He touched the cute cat in his arms, then handed the orange to him and said:

"I'll go to the kitchen, too."

They ended up having a delicious hot pot meal.

The next morning, Song Yunhui and Qin Shu went to the airport to see Ye Min and her husband off.

This time they didn't hold each other tightly like they did last night. They smiled and waved, saying they would be back after the New Year, then checked their tickets and left.

After leaving the airport and standing outside, Song Yun looked back at the plane as it began to climb slowly, then got higher and higher and smaller.

Qin Shu stood beside him, straightened his scarf which was a little loose, and said:

"Go back."

The two returned home together.

Qin Shu had things to do in the next few days, and he often went out early and came back late. Song Yunhui just happened to have a tendency to return to his underworld lifestyle of staying up during the day and going out at night. The two of them complemented each other and could talk every night.

Waking up again in the afternoon, Song Yunhui pondered over the painful experience and finally decided...

Lie down for a while.

He lay down until his usual time to get up, then he got up, turned on his computer, went downstairs and came back up again with a cup of coffee in his hand.

Coffee is most refreshing when you first wake up.

Maybe it's because I got too much sleep, I've been exceptionally efficient at completing my work in recent days, and I still have a lot of time left after finishing my work.

He used this time to study his cooking.

In the past few days, he has been cooking according to the garbage-level cooking tutorials on the Internet. The results are satisfactory, the food is cooked and can be eaten.

Today's work was still completed ahead of schedule. Song Yunhui drank the last sip of coffee and skillfully opened a certain teaching software.

He is going to do something big today.

The dishes from the previous times were already edible, so this time he wanted to challenge the taste.

If everything goes well, as he expected, he will be able to open Qin Shu's eyes when he returns home tonight.

The door of the room opened and closed, and there was one more person in the kitchen.

Qin Shu probably doesn't want to eat greasy food when he gets home in the evening, so he plans to make stir-fried cabbage and seaweed egg drop soup.

He had practiced stir-fried cabbage repeatedly before and had mastered it completely, with the emphasis on seaweed and egg drop soup.

It sounds simple, just mash the eggs and add seaweed, and that seems to be about it.

But Song Yunhui has a peculiar rebellious heart and wants to learn how to make the difficult seaweed egg drop soup.

He rolled up his sleeves confidently.

***

late at night

Qin Shu, who had already returned home and changed his clothes, sat at the dining table, picked up the food on the plate and took a bite.

He praised, "Scrambled eggs with seaweed are delicious."

Song Yunhui put on a false smile, "Is that so?"

The gap from seaweed egg drop soup to seaweed scrambled eggs is too big and he doesn't want to say more.

I just didn’t expect that the final product would be so delicious.

As long as it tastes good, it doesn't matter what it looks like at first.

After finishing his meal, Qin Shu said, "I just took a guest role temporarily, so I probably won't be back for a while."

Every time before he goes out, he would report where he was going, what he was going to do and how long he would be gone, and this time was no exception.

Song Yunhui rested his head on the table, smiled, and said, "Then I'll wait for you to come back."

The warm light illuminated his features, making them look gentle and calm.

Qin Shu began to tell him what the other party should do during his absence.

The first thing is to have a regular schedule. Try to go to bed early and get up early. Then it’s time to eat. Don’t miss three meals a day.

Song Yunhui nodded repeatedly and seemed to be listening attentively.

Qin Shu was somewhat helpless, and finally asked, "Have you remembered it clearly?"

Song Yunhui immediately replied, "I've got it clearly in mind."

It doesn't look very reliable.

Later, Song Yunhui also used facts to prove that in some aspects, his words were indeed unreliable.

Those who feel the strongest physical effects are probably fans of soy milk.

Before, the other party sang a song quietly, and there seemed to be no publicity. They thought that the soy milk might be promoted online later, but after waiting for several days, no one came.

Their legs were already numb from squatting, and just when they were about to give up and stand up to stretch their legs, the opponent suddenly came online.

And once it starts airing, I'll be there on time for several days in a row, and it's still that familiar hellish time.

His reasons were straightforward.

"My friends are not at home recently, I feel a bit bored, so I want to chat with you guys."

[The stand-in turned out to be myself]

[OK, the case is finally solved. I finally know why Doujiang stopped live streaming. The ungrateful person actually went to have fun with his friends, leaving us to struggle]

[The cat is crying, so let’s sing an “Orange Song” (I feel ashamed every time I type this song title, help me)]

[I also think this name is very cool! I thought it was a children's song, Wuwuwu, and I passed by it several times but didn't click on it. Fortunately, I saw the original singer.]

[Oh no, I'm a stand-in! ]

[“Orange Song” is really beautiful and magical. Anyway, I can’t get over it, so I recommend the song to others like crazy.

[Devil Whisper.jpg]】

Song Yun glanced at the bullet screen for a few seconds, then chatted with the netizens with a smile.

He has recently adjusted his daily routine a little bit. He goes to bed after finishing his broadcast in the early morning and wakes up naturally just in time to answer Qin Shu's call.

He was filming in a very remote place where the signal was not good. Generally, the signal was better than usual only at a certain time in the morning, and one had to walk for a while to get to the place with good signal. The other party also had to film, and there was not much rest time throughout the day, so this time in the morning was almost the entire day's communication between the two of them.

The content of their chat was very ordinary. They talked about what they did yesterday, what new dishes they learned to cook, and what photos Ye Min and the others had sent them. It was a whole bunch of random things. After a phone call, they probably didn't even know what they talked about.

“…”

"Yeah, okay. Goodbye."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Shu lowered his head to look at the phone again, then turned around and saw the director who had just hung up the phone not far away.

The director was also looking at him. After putting down his phone, he said, "I have to report every day. What's wrong with you? Why do you run around here as often as I do?"

There were people at his home, and they forced him to make a phone call every day to report that he was safe, so he was forced to come here every day.

Many people come here to make phone calls, but there are only two who come here every day, rain or shine.

One of them is him, and the other is Qin Shu.

The relationship between them was not unfamiliar, so the director asked him directly:

"Is there someone at home? They contact me so frequently every day."

This was originally just a casual joke.

Regardless of whether they are familiar with each other or not, everyone knows that Qin Shu is definitely still single now. Although the media has previously made a lot of noise about the news that he is suspected of being single, those who are in the know know that the news on the Internet is not true.

As a result, Qin Shu seemed to be thinking about something, and thinking seriously, and did not refute him immediately.

As if it really happened.

The director immediately got excited and continued to push, "The guy you acted with this morning just got divorced a few months ago, and his girlfriend has come to see him several times. When will your guy come over to let everyone see him?"

Qin Shu came back to his senses and said:

"Not coming."

This place is far from home, and he keeps in touch with Song Yunhui every day. As long as they contact each other enough, they can break through the spatial barrier and don't have to come here specially.

Secondly, considering the other party's schedule, it is indeed difficult to find time to get here during the day.

——Won’t come.

The director was startled by his words, took a step back unconsciously, and said, "Is there really someone in your house?"

Qin Shu said nothing.

***

After hanging up the phone and putting the phone aside, Song Yun originally wanted to continue sleeping, so he lay back on the bed, but then he sat up.

I always feel like something is missing.

There is an indescribable feeling.

After making the phone call today, he took a look at the weather.

The weather forecast says that the temperature across the country will drop significantly in the next two days.

He remembered Qin Shu saying that they filmed almost all of the scenes in the mountains.

The temperature on the mountain was not that high, but the other party was obviously used to saying that everything was fine.

I don't know what the weather is like there.

When you are undecided, start a live chat.

He changed the title of the live broadcast room to [Qin Shucai Price Reduction at Vegetable Market], and then manually changed the zone to the chat zone. He aimed the camera at a small doll, and then started the live broadcast.

"Good morning, everyone."

[Good morning, Soy Milk. It’s already early in the morning, so I wonder if Soy Milk’s friends have come back yet?]

[Hey! Live broadcast in the morning, I thought it was some evildoer, it turned out to be you, soy milk! ]

[Good morning, my wife! I fell asleep while listening to soy milk and singing yesterday, and I woke up feeling refreshed! It feels so good to not have insomnia! ]

【Why is the show starting so early today? 】

After scanning the screen, Song Yunhui looked away and said, "I have a friend..."

[Yeah, okay, I get it, soy milk friend]

[That’s right, soy milk has a friend]

[Pertinent, direct, to the point]

"What are you talking about?"

Song Yun replied, "What I mean is, a friend of mine has been out of town for many days. How can I express my concern for him?"

【You can make more phone calls, video calls are best】

[You can’t be there in person, but you can’t fail to send gifts. You can buy some small gifts or snacks and send them over. The gifts are not important, but the friendship is important.]

【It is recommended to give a small gift plus one】

【Maybe I can go find him directly】

【……】

Song Yun looked back at the suggestions on the screen and finally considered the practicalities.

The other side is in the mountains, there is no take-out or other things there, only villagers and markets, most of the suggestions cannot be realized.

His eyes fell on the last few suggestions.

“…”

He began to dress silently.