A bunch of people seemed to be doing their own things, but in fact they had their ears perked up and were always paying attention to Qin Shu with the corner of their eyes.
They watched him walk out of the studio door, his tall figure as steady as ever.
But the pace of leaving was much faster.
When Qin Shu walked out of the door, Song Yunhui had changed from standing to squatting. He squatted on the ground and used a small branch to poke and draw on the thin layer of snow.
He squatted down as well, and just watched the other person poke and draw.
Hearing the noise, Song Yun, who was immersed in the mysterious world of painting, looked back and saw Qin Shu's eyelashes still with small snowflakes.
It was very long, making people seem a little cold, but the small snowflakes neutralized the cold.
A person suddenly appeared in front of him. Song Yunhui was frightened and the small branch in his hand was almost broken.
He quickly tried to cover up his masterpiece.
But it wasn't covered.
Qin Shu had already seen the matchstick man on the ground clearly.
It is a stick figure emitting light waves.
...That should be a light wave.
Song Yunhui rubbed his hair and said, "Who doesn't have some artistic germs in their head?"
Qin Shu nodded, still praising it mindlessly, "It looks good."
He thought for a moment, then continued, "The lines are very straight, and the head... is also round."
It's obvious that he has done his best.
Song Yun looked up at his clothes, his eyes widened slightly, and then he raised his thumb, "Not bad, it's very warm today!"
Qin Shu accepted his praise.
The agent who was still in the crew yawned for no apparent reason, then unconsciously wrapped his clothes tighter.
Putting down the small branch in his hand, Song Yunhui stood up and patted his clothes.
This is the south, so it's very humid, and now it's snowing, so my clothes are all damp and cold.
Qin Shu also stood up. He looked down at the small piece of snow on the other person's hat. He frowned slightly and raised his hand to gently brush it off.
It wasn't until he actually met the other person that he felt the reality.
Song Yunhui really came to see him.
When he saw it for the first time, he thought there might be something wrong with his glasses.
From the warm room, we traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers to this cold and remote place.
He didn't know why the other party came, and he didn't dare to think about it deeply.
He was afraid of falling into other emotions.
It's good as it is now.
His heart was beating so fast as if it couldn't contain the overly strong sour feeling, and Qin Shu could clearly feel his limbs congested with blood.
A little hot.
As expected, the agent's clothes were not suitable for me.
He took off the scarf he was wearing and carefully put it around Song Yunhui's neck. He lowered his head and looked at it seriously, trying to wear it more beautifully.
It's warm, but not pretty.
The warmth spread from his neck to his whole body. Song Yunhui patted his hands and said, "That's good."
It doesn't need to look good, just warm enough.
He extended his hand and couldn't pull it back.
Qin Shu held his hand and put it into his pocket, then took his hand out of his pocket with his other hand.
"Your hands are too cold. It's warmer here. Put your other hand inside your clothes."
His expression was serious.
Song Yunhui did as he was told.
To be honest, the other person's pocket is indeed very warm.
It's amazing that even though it's still such a cold day, I can feel the warmth on my neck and hands, and my whole body instantly becomes warm.
He looked up at Qin Shu and asked, "Do you have a day off this afternoon?"
Qin Shu nodded.
Song Yun replied, "Then I won't stay any longer. You should have a good rest."
He knew how precious the break time during filming was, and originally wanted to just leave after the things were delivered.
My thoughts haven't changed now.
"I took a break at noon today, so I have nothing to do in the afternoon."
Qin Shu lowered his head and asked him, "Is there anything you want to do?"
Song Yunhui thought about it for a moment.
"Then let's go for a walk around the neighborhood."
When I arrive at a place, I want to experience the local customs and folkways. Even if I don’t have a deep understanding of it, it’s good to have a brief look at it.
Qin Shu said "OK".
Just as the two were about to leave, there was a sudden noise from behind, as if something could not bear the pressure.
"WoC, don't put pressure on me!"
"Everyone, get out of here first. Don't crowd in! We'll be discovered!"
A group of people were crowding at the door, and the director's face strangely appeared among them.
They were originally fighting among themselves, but when they turned around and noticed the two people's gazes, their movements suddenly stopped.
The director's face disappeared quietly.
“…”
Song Yunhui couldn't describe what the scene felt like. He glanced at Qin Shu, then at the people in the distance, and waved hesitantly as a greeting.
Those people immediately waved at him enthusiastically, looking very excited.
He quietly approached Qin Shu and asked in a low voice: "Is this the case when you come to visit a friend?"
It's like I haven't seen anyone for a long time.
Qin Shu responded, then gently shook his hand in his pocket and said, "Let's go."
Song Yunhui nodded.
They walked down the mountain slowly together.
There was no one here, so Song Yunhui took off his mask and had to pull the scarf up to cover half of his face.
The scarf muffled his voice, so he spoke in a buzzing sound and spoke very loudly.
Qin Shu looked down at him.
The two of them walked along the ridge of the field together.
Now that the rice harvest season has passed, all that remains in the rice fields are some remaining rice stalks with a few balls of snow on them.
In this kind of weather, there are not many people who go out for a walk like them, or to be honest, there are almost no people at all.
A very strange hobby.
But as long as they are happy.
The aunties who were standing in groups of three or four on the roadside chatting before have disappeared. Judging from the conversation Song Yun heard before he left, he guessed that they went back to the house to play cards together.
He took out his phone and checked the time. It was already half past five. He looked up at Qin Shu and asked, "How are you going to have dinner?"
"We're not eating at the studio tonight," Qin Shu looked down at him and said, "Want to go for a walk in town?"
"OK."
Song Yun nodded, "I was a little anxious when I came here, so I haven't taken a good look yet."
Before Qin Shu could say anything, he took out the key from his pocket and said with a smile, "It just so happens that I have a car."
Qin Shu raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.
He didn't expect that the other party actually had a car.
Song Yunhui waved his hand domineeringly, "Elbow! Follow me and get in the car!"
***
“This car is great!”
The cold wind blew past his ears. Song Yunhui held the handlebars, glanced at the person sitting next to him, and smiled happily, "I rented it from an old man."
Qin Shu sat in the co-pilot seat next to him. Due to his long arms and legs, the seat was a little too small for him.
He had nothing on him when he left the crew, so Song Yunhui gave him his mask and hat.
A scarf was enough to cover most of his head, and he didn't need anything else to complement it.
The appearance of the tricycle is red, and has smooth lines in a certain sense.
Well, the same color as many sports cars.
Song Yunhui said: "Look at this fiery color, it's my passionate love for you!"
He can learn cheesy love words.
Qin Shu couldn't help but smile, "Yeah, I feel it."
On this country road, the tricycle was bound to be bumpy, but Song Yunhui's expression was very calm, and he already knew exactly how to deal with this kind of road.
The cold wind blew his hair back, showing peace and a different kind of freedom.
When I came here, I was chatting with the viewers in the live broadcast room while walking. Now when I go to the town, Qin Shu is sitting next to me, and time flies very quickly.
More than half an hour seemed like a moment.
The town is much more lively than the village.
The place where they got off was still the bus station. The old man who rented the car was not there. He must have gone home to warm up. Song Yunhui left his number and called him when it was time to return the car, and he would come over.
Although there is still some time before the Chinese New Year, some shops on the street have already started selling fireworks and firecrackers.
Unlike in cities, there are no restrictions on fireworks and firecrackers in these places, and the New Year is always bustling.
Thinking that Qin Shu had just finished filming and needed to eat, Song Yunhui did not spend much time walking around. He just took a look around while looking for a hotel.
The two finally chose a home-style restaurant.
After we sat down at the table, the proprietress came over and wiped the table, then carefully wiped it again with a dry towel.
After putting the bag on the table, Song Yunhui took out a pink object from it.
It's a hairy pig.
He began by introducing the pig:
"This is a hot water bottle. I bought it on the road. It should be of good quality."
He also demonstrated it thoughtfully, "When there is electricity, you can charge it and heat it up. When there is no electricity, you can put it in your pocket and use it as a big hand warmer."
After the demonstration, he put the pig back and said, "I won't tell you about the other things. You can go back and see for yourself when the time comes."
Qin Shu nodded: "Okay."
After ordering the meal, before it was served, Song Yunhui took out his cell phone and started buying a return ticket.
There aren't many people traveling during non-holiday periods, so there's no need to worry about not having tickets.
I had just read half of the ticket when my phone prompted that the battery was low.
Twenty percent should be saved for when you go home to scan the code and pay for the taxi.
Qin Shu changed from sitting opposite him to sitting next to him and unconsciously handed the phone to him.
Adding a passenger is easy and can be done in two or three clicks.
Song Yunhui skillfully used Qin Shu's phone to buy a ticket for himself, then turned the phone to the other side and said, "Boss, enter the payment code."
Qin Shu didn't move and read a string of numbers into his ear.
"?"
Song Yunhui didn't react yet, but finally he came to his senses, turned his phone back and entered the password.
The password is correct and the ticket purchase is successful instantly.
Song Yunhui first praised, "Thank you for your trust, boss," and then said seriously, "Qin Xiaoshu, don't trust people too easily."
Qin Shu lowered his eyebrows slightly and listened attentively.
“You cannot tell your payment password to others at will.”
就算現在店裏除了老板和站在門口的客人之外沒有其他人，宋雲回還是小心翼翼地壓低了聲音，側過身體稍稍前傾，一手支着板凳，一手覆在秦書耳朵邊，說，“你那麽多錢，要是被其他人一晚搬空可有得哭。”
秦書謹遵教誨，順從應聲，“我不告訴別人。”
看對方态度良好，宋雲回眉眼間的擔憂這才稍稍消散了些。
話題轉到這，他把手機息屏還給對方，又開始擔心起對方的未來。
他說：“那你以後談戀愛可得謹慎。”
按秦書這樣的性格，要是遇到一個壞人，可能全副身家都得搭進去。
秦書答非所問：“你是個好人。”
宋雲回收下這張好人卡，點頭贊成：“我也覺得。”
秦書緩緩嘆了口氣。
飯菜上桌，話題結束。
吃完飯後，宋雲回原本是想送秦書回劇組，之後發生了一系列的事情，最後變成他直接坐車離開，租他車的老伯送秦書回小山村。
老伯就是小山村的人，只是經常在鎮上的孩子家玩，晚上剛好要回去。
回到劇組的時候離秦書的複工時間還有一兩個小時。
他沒有選擇回山下的房間裏休息一下，直接就上了山。
這時候的劇組已經完全亮了起來，在一片黑暗的山裏面顯得格外顯眼。
劇組的大門打開，鼎沸的人聲湧入耳膜。
經紀人還在老地方坐着。
秦書走過去把衣服脫下還給對方，之後穿上自己之前的衣服。
經紀人擡着眼睛看他，“玩開心了？”
秦書沒答話，稍一颔首。
不僅經紀人和助理看他，其他人也在看，只是看得不如他們明目張膽。
他們看着秦書穿上衣服坐下來，之後把口袋放桌上，施施然拿出了一個粉嫩嫩的東西。
是一個看上去很可愛的粉色小豬，毛茸茸的，看上去就很溫暖。
他的手掌大，骨節分明，看上去像是可以一拳一個小豬，差別巨大。
之前都沒有看到他拿出過，很顯然是新得到的東西。
東西從哪裏來的就很明顯了。
“這是你……朋友給你買的？”
經紀人在問出這句話的時候就覺得有些牙酸。
“朋友”明明是個很正常的詞，放到秦書這裏就變了一個味道。
秦書點頭，很矜持地“嗯”了一聲。
經紀人扯了扯嘴角，“挺好的，溫暖嗎？”
秦書點頭，“溫暖。”
經紀人：“呵。”
***
下了高鐵之後再坐出租，宋雲回終于在晚上回到了家。
橙子今天大半天沒有見到人，現在終于聽到門口傳來動靜，急得轉圈圈。
宋雲回開門的瞬間就收獲了一個小貓跳躍。
一手托着貓貓一手關門，宋雲回把鑰匙放在門邊上，穿上拖鞋就上了樓回到房間。
身上挂着個貓，宋雲回打開衣櫃找睡衣的動作仍然流暢。
在知道他要準備洗澡之後，橙子自動離開。
小貓咪雖然喜歡貼貼，也并不讨厭喝水，但就是很讨厭洗澡，不希望自己的毛毛沾上一點點的水。
等宋雲回洗完澡出來的時候，橙子又上前蹭他腳。
彎腰撈起又重了一些的貓貓，他直接倒頭就倒床上，把頭埋進橙子軟軟的毛裏。
“乖兒子，今天有好好吃飯嗎？”
橙子依舊夾子音。
放在一邊充電的手機響了一下，宋雲回翻了個身，之後拿起手機。
是他關注的大眼仔有更新的提示。
今日份的小漫畫剛剛更新，趕上熱乎的了。
房間裏開了空調，他換了個姿勢趴在床上，橙子就在一邊揣手手，兩人一起共享手機屏幕。
吃個草的功力不減，小漫畫一如既往的摸不着頭腦且生草。
和往常一樣送了六個【哈】，宋雲回回到自己的後臺看了一眼私信，結果在一堆私信中看到了大眼仔給他推的熱點新聞。
只能說是之前的熱點。
剛好就是陳晨在之前給他說的那件事。
宋子舒的确得到了他的角色，最近劇照也剛出。
他點進去看了一下，随意看了幾眼評論，發現事情的确不太一樣。
按照原文的內容來看，宋子舒這次應該是踩在他頭上往上爬才對。
評論照理來說不該是這樣。
這算是個熱點，但已經成為了過去式。
網友們現在在研究這個半死不活的劇組是怎麽起死回生的又回死的。
本來男主落水，男二退圈，劇組停擺兩個月還沒玩完就已經很離譜，結果男主落水事件反轉，新投資到手，男二換不合适的人，男主離開，女主隐隐也有跑路趨勢，劇組又開始回死。
【我還以為這劇會撲騰出什麽浪花，投資一波接一波，結果是上趕着送菜呢】
【成果公司也投了錢吧，說走就走，果然有錢就是不一樣】
【感覺一切問題就是從換角開始，滾雪球滾到現在終于要炸了】
【為什麽還有人這個時候去投資啊？這不明擺着會虧本嗎？】
【（噓——）建議去查一下新的投資商，只能說有背景就是不一樣】
【懂了，都是舍得把錢抛着花的有錢人罷了】
有人指路讓去看投資上，宋雲回單純把這當一個小新聞看，沒想多動手指，繼續往下劃拉了一下。
結果下面就有了投資商的截圖。
本着相對的好奇精神，他也跟着看了一眼。
只一眼，他就瞬間意識到發生了什麽。
是鐘家手上的公司。
一看就是出自鐘許的手筆。
難怪。
正确的，合理的。
在這種比較危急的時刻，的确該做些什麽才符合他的性格。
就是不知道這次他付出了這麽多，劇組還能不能好好地救回來。
這些跟自己沒有太大的關系，宋雲回也就看了一眼，之後就繼續往下滑。
***
寬敞的房間內，宋子舒坐在凳子上一言不發，徐薇在一邊不自覺地走來走去，一邊走一邊念叨着“不應該不應該”。
她小聲喃喃着：“不應該是這樣。”
宋子舒就這樣看着她轉來轉去。
她嘴裏一直念叨着“不應該”，但是卻給不出什麽實質性的解決問題的方案。
等她再轉了一圈回來，像是突然想起了什麽一樣，表情驟然變了一下，像是想到了什麽主意，說：“你聯系一下鐘家那個，他肯定願意幫你。”
宋家不行，不能讓宋成攪和進這些事情裏，現在能靠的，只能是其他人。
“媽。”
宋子舒說，“他已經投資了，剩下的該我們自己想辦法。”
而現實就是他們想不到任何一個辦法。
順風順水慣了，他們也是第一次遇到這種問題，不能說解決，只能說毫無頭緒。
徐薇說還是對方不夠用心。
歸根結底，還是宋子舒之前沒有把關系打太好。
“你這樣，”徐薇說，“你給他打個電話，不要問怎麽解決問題，就問他現在怎麽樣，跟之前一樣關心一下，做得到嗎？”
宋子舒臉上現出一點掙紮。
徐薇的手搭在他的肩上，再問了一遍，“好嗎？”
宋子舒說“好”。
徐薇出了房間，留給空間讓宋子舒自己發揮。
宋子舒坐在房間裏。
即使徐薇已經不在，但他的身體仍然處于一個緊繃的狀态。
他看着手裏的號碼，最後還是沉默着按下去。
電話打過去，隔了很久才接通。
接通的瞬間，聽着對面的聲音，他的臉上條件反射揚起笑，說：
“沒什麽，就是想打電話給你。”
他搭在腿上的手指開始無意識地敲擊，說一個字敲一下。
“……我看到網上亂猜，說你投資劇組是為了我，還把我吓一跳。”
“……嗯，我知道，再見。”
電話挂斷。
宋子舒地頭看着電話。
或許是他的錯覺，總覺得對方的聲音和平時不太一樣。
有些悶，一頓一頓的，像是不太清醒一樣。
但是對方說話邏輯清晰，應該又是清醒的。
***
黑暗的房間內，只有被扔在一邊的手機散發着一點幽幽的藍光，映亮一邊的酒瓶。
鐘許坐在沙發上，轉頭看着落地窗外的燈光點點，手裏酒瓶放空，他又重新拿起一瓶。
今天晚上頭又開始痛了。
并且是在他什麽也沒有想的前提下。
然後他就意外發現，喝酒能止住這一種頭痛。
于是他開始喝酒。
痛多久就喝多久。
他一邊喝一邊腦子裏想着剛才那個電話。
所有人，包括宋子舒，應該也包括了宋雲回，他們大概都以為這次投資也是為了宋子舒。
這像是一個嘲諷一樣。
嘲諷他這麽輕慢，嘲諷他這麽多年來自以為和宋雲回關系一如既往，結果在別人眼裏卻是連認識也談不上。
越來越多的酒精下肚，他的身體越來越飄飄然，思緒卻越來越清晰。
“砰——”
和酒瓶放在桌上的聲音一起響起的是手機的鈴聲。
他慢悠悠站起來，之後走過去拿起手機。
扯松了領帶，他說：“喂？”
對方的聲音很謙卑，說：
“視頻已經找到，已經用電腦傳給您了。”
“這畢竟是劇組不能外傳的影像，就是……希望投資能……”
The mobile phone and computer are interconnected, and he can see the video sent by the other party.
It's a video that's only a few minutes long.
This is a video that someone wanted to delete, but someone in the crew secretly kept it.
The video recorded the entire process of the accident.
Even though it was not a particularly clear image, he could still see how quickly and resolutely Song Yunhui jumped into the water.
With this video, the previous groundless accusations will become ridiculous and the rebuttal of the accusations will become powerful.
After saving a copy of the video on both ends, Zhong Xu hung up the phone directly, and then used his original number to dial the number that he had memorized without knowing when.
He turned the volume down to the minimum.
——This way you won’t hear the other party’s automatic busy tone.
It's like it's really connected.
He lay on the sofa, raised his head, smiled, exhaled a breath of foul air, and said:
"Yun Hui, it's me, Zhong Xu."
"Long time no see. It was my fault for not finding out what happened before."
"I now have evidence that can clear your name. Are you willing to forgive me?"
He raised his hands to cover his face. "...Are you willing to forgive me?"