Qin Shu didn't notice that Song Yunhui was on the phone. It was only when he hung up that he realized that he seemed to be talking to someone.

Qin Shu didn't ask, and Song Yunhui didn't mention the call.

After all, generally speaking, no one likes to talk about a love that ended in vain.

From giving toys to each other when they were kids to their later growth as adults, Zhong Xu has been involved in every stage of his life. Zhong Xu is also the only person he has ever liked.

But it was indeed his fault that he didn't realize it until he fell into a coma that Zhong Xu liked Song Zishu.

The sudden estrangement, the biased Song Zishu, and the forgotten birthday, it turns out that everything has its reasons.

It's a ghost.

The first thing Song Yun thought of when he woke up was to quickly end this really weird fake love triangle.

I don’t know when it started, but he was always the one who took the initiative to contact Zhong Xu and make appointments with her.

This was obviously his own wish. As long as he took the initiative to cut off contact, the relationship would end immediately.

As I said, being happy is the most important thing.

If she could even decide to leave home, then cutting off contact with Zhong Xu wouldn't be difficult at all.

After deleting all the contact information he wanted, Song Yunhui felt relieved.

There are regrets, but more of a sense of relief and relaxation.

Let go of others and let go of yourself.

Song Yun put away his phone and took the small pendant handed to him by Qin Shu.

It is a yellow banana dog, ugly in a unique way, but also cute in a different way if you look at it for a long time.

Song Yunhui hung the ring on his index finger, propped up his chin and looked at the banana dog. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it. Finally, he took a picture of it.

There were many people in the store, and the two of them didn't think of introducing themselves, so they just walked out of the store carrying their milk tea.

Still thinking about drinking milk tea, Song Yun was about to announce that he was going home. Just as he reached the first floor, he turned his head and saw a pink hooded sweatshirt on a model in a store.

His gaze unconsciously drifted to Qin Shu.

Qin Shu, wearing a white shirt and a gray sweater, met his eyes.

“…”

Song Yunhui said in a tone very much like a low-class agent: "It's nice, it's nice, I want to buy one too."

Qin Shu glanced at him.

Qin Shu finally got into the car carrying two bags of clothes, and Song Yunhui diligently helped to place the bags safely on the back seat.

“Young people should wear these colors more often.”

Song Yunhui smiled and said, "You will look good in this."

Qin Shu was wearing a mask and his expression was calm.

The mask moved slightly.

They drove back home, and when getting out of the car, Qin Shu handed a bag to Song Yunhui.

Song Yunhui got off the car with his bag and milk tea, waved to him, and finally turned around and went home.

In the afternoon, a lot of wheat and other items that I had purchased earlier were delivered, and the store staff came to install them.

As they passed the living room, they saw the pink sweater spread out on the sofa.

It's very conspicuous.

Song Yunhui brought his staff to the recording studio he had booked early in the morning.

The soundproofing of this room started when I bought the house, and it was completed long before that, except for the installation.

The staff is very professional.

The installed recording studio is sparkling brightly, and every detail exudes professionalism.

Someone handed over a bottle of strawberry milk, Song Yunhui sent the staff away, and then walked around the recording studio.

A new thing can always briefly arouse enthusiasm. Song Yunhui finished revising the piece that was left unfinished yesterday.

After making the changes, he swiped the list and closed it. When he saw the small icon in the column next to it on the computer, he remembered something.

It turns out that I did a live broadcast when I was bored in the hospital.

At that time, he seemed to have said something, saying see you next time the show starts.

Then he was discharged from the hospital and completely forgot about it.

It's dark now, perfect for a late-night chat.

When I logged in, I found that the background message had reached 99+. I scanned it and saw many people crying and asking him when he would start broadcasting.

This was the first time he had seen such a gentle backstage.

Putting the banana dog he got today on the table, Song Yunhui propped up his chin and clicked the mouse, then set the name of the live broadcast room and adjusted the camera.

【Hardware wholesale at special prices, hurry up】

Several people entered the live broadcast room the moment it started.

Probably because those who followed him would receive a reminder of the start of the broadcast, a few minutes later, hundreds of people had already joined the live broadcast room. Song Yunhui was not sure whether these hundreds of people were real or given by the platform.

Hundreds of people fell silent in front of the banana dog standing in the middle of the screen.

Song Yunhui greeted them, "Hello."

[The dog spoke! (Is this a banana or a dog?]

[Why haven’t you been on air for so long? I miss you so much! 】

【Leilei, song, listen】

【Leilei, song, listen】

"Let's chat first, then sing."

Song Yunhui put his chin on his other hand, poked the banana dog on the table, and said:

"I just moved house and was busy, so I didn't have time."

His voice was clear and gentle, and his pronunciation seemed to touch people's hearts. People couldn't help but shudder and at the same time, they relaxed unconsciously, as if they were really chatting with a friend.

[What beautiful hands! Slurp]

[Soy milk seems to be in a good mood. Did he go out to play today? ]

[Mrs. Soy Milk! My roommate is terminally ill, and her wish is for soy milk to show up QAQ]

[Song request, Bai Linhua's "Wild Wind"!!]

[This banana is a dog's little unique thing.]

…

Scanning the increasingly numerous bullet screens, Song Yunhui found the words he wanted to see and said:

"I went shopping with...um, a friend today. The store gave me a banana dog as a gift when I bought milk tea. The milk tea was delicious."

"Forget about showing my face. If you see my face, you will all leave."

As he spoke, he added "Wild Wind" to the playlist.

"Huh? You want VIP membership?"

Song Yunhui scans the code to recharge.

【Hahahahahahahahahaha I can feel the reluctance even through the screen! 】

[Soy milk, send me the payment code! I will help you top up! ]

[Soy milk, send me your WeChat ID! I will help you top up! ]

[The previous ambition is exposed]

[Bai Linhua's songs are all nice, yefengyyds]

In an instant, reward messages popped out one after another, and the screen was full of colorful colors.

Song Yunhui didn't notice it, he was looking at the lyrics interface.

[Lyrics: Soy milk doesn’t taste good]

[Composition: Soy milk doesn’t taste good]

His attitude changed strangely, and he nodded repeatedly:

“Well, this song is worth it.”

[Soy milk meets soy milk, tears well up in their eyes]

【Haha soy milk recognition scene】

[Soy milk is used in many of Baihuahua’s songs, and every one of them is so good to listen to! ]

Song Yunhui didn't say anything extra, just smiled and said, "Fellow countryman."

His live broadcast ID is "I don't drink soy milk", which is exactly the same as "soy milk doesn't taste good".

The origin of the name came from the time when I was drinking soy milk, and the result was an unforgettable sip.

Soy milk is innocent, the store is guilty.

While other netizens were chatting, Song Yunhui started singing.

The moment the prelude came on, he remembered the tune completely.

It seems to have been written quite a while ago.

"The wheat is not very good, you have to bear with it."

After that, the world became quiet, with only the prelude of the song still ringing.

Different from others, Song Yunhui's voice is gentle yet powerful. He does not deliberately show off his skills, but follows the original style of the song.

It seemed like Song Yunhui was seeing this song for the first time. He was still surprised that he had to be a VIP, but now he seemed to know this song very well.

Gentle, gentle, yet strong and powerful.

Before we knew it, the number of people in the live broadcast room gradually increased.

Various reward special effects floated on the screen. Song Yun looked back but did not reply immediately.

When the song was about to end, he stopped and said, "Drink some water first."

The viewers in the live broadcast room then realized that he was playing the accompaniment.

[Oh my god! It's actually the accompaniment! Hasn't Doujiang heard of this song? ]

[This is a bit fake]

[The voice is so gentle, I send you a little rocket, I hope I can sleep well tonight]

[I’m crying, sob, sob, sob. I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. I’ve been holding it in, but now I can’t hold it back anymore QAQ]

[I love soy milk lady!!! I have power again! 】

A song ended and then stopped automatically. The sound of a cup being placed on the table was heard. Song Yun turned around and leaned forward slightly, trying to make out the colorful handwriting.

"I've heard this song before," Song Yun replied, "before it was charged."

To be precise, it was before it was released.

"Thank you for your reward. It's not easy to work. Please do it according to your ability."

Maybe because he was still looking at the rewards, as soon as he finished speaking, a lot of rewards came.

"If you are stressed, just relax here."

Song Yunhui put on a coat, spoke in a gentle voice, yawned, and said, "Less reward, more communication. If you have any questions, you can raise them and we can look at them together."

As if he had thought of something, he added, "Advanced mathematics is an exception."

[I stopped typing [cat sluggish.jpg]]

[? Does anyone really want to ask about advanced mathematics? ? Your worries and my worries seem to be different]

【What about linear algebra? 】

[The sound of calculus and soy milk are a double buff, I'm already feeling sleepy]

[Sing one more song, soy milk QAQ. I'm sure you'll fall asleep if you sing one more time.]

This was followed by a series of song requests.

Song Yunhui chose a song that sounded soothing.

Unlike other live broadcast rooms, the popularity of [Hardware Wholesale Store] increases as it gets later in the night.

The popularity is increasing, but the number of comments is decreasing.

Song Yun looked back at the time and said, "Let's play one last song."

At the end, he sang a song called "Tomorrow Will Be Better", which seemed cliché to many people.

"Okay, see you next time."

When I was going off the air, there were suddenly a lot more rewards, and the interface froze for a while before I exited successfully.

There is a lot more news in the background.

The platform also sent him a message, asking him if he was interested in signing a contract.

Song Yunhui did not reply immediately. He took off his headphones, rubbed his hair, and tried to look into the distance to ease the sadness.

You certainly can't see far away at night, but you can see the lights next door are still on.

Still staying up late.

Qin Shu is looking at his phone.

Orange never sleeps well at night, and now she is rolling around in his hand.

On the phone screen is the interface of Big Eyes, which is Song Yunhui’s personal homepage.

It was obvious that he used the account himself, with no trace of any team operation. Most of the posts on it were about daily food and scenery, as well as some incomprehensible but inexplicably funny jokes.

He likes to share and will share anything that makes him happy with everyone, even though he often gets scolded in return.

But his Big Eyes stopped at the day before the drowning incident and has not been updated since.

His uncharacteristic behavior made many netizens feel that they had caught some evidence against him, and they followed their own guesses. The more they thought about it, the more they felt that he was right, and the more they felt that he was right, the more they cursed.

No one has investigated the accuracy of these rumors.

After turning off the phone and stopping Chengzi's claws from trying to pull at the photo on the bedside table, Qin Shu took the pink sweater that was placed aside and said:

"He should be very suitable for this suit."

In the photo frame beside the bed, a boy in a blue and white school uniform is smiling brightly.