“…”
Even though he knew he was in a dream, Song Yunhui couldn't help but tremble his eyelashes.
Responsible? Responsible for what? Responsible for what?
What is this young man saying?
Amazing, it turns out that Qin Xiaoshu was most talkative when he was a child.
But Qin Xiaoshu didn't finish his last words.
Because Ye Min on the side let out a shocking laugh.
Her laughter was long and deep, and Song Yunhui vaguely felt that her lung capacity was comparable to that of Chen Chen today.
By the time the other person was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe and had to rest on his knees during the halftime break, Qin Xiaoshu had already waved to him again and asked him to get on his back.
Song Yunhui could feel himself taking a step forward, and then he fell directly on the opponent.
Qin Xiaoshu really carried him on his back - although he didn't carry him for long before Ye Min took him away.
Ye Min carried him the last part of the way.
There was someone following them all the way. Ye Min didn't look very strong, but he was surprisingly powerful. He was able to keep up with the pace even with someone in his arms. He didn't leave him to the bodyguard who followed behind.
It was a very pleasant day.
The flowers and plants outside cannot withstand the same torrent of treatment as those at home. After the two little kids arrived at the place to rest for a while, they wandered around, looking for flowers and plants that they had never seen before.
Ye Min followed them around and also served as a photographer of the flowers and plants.
The sun was shining brightly that day, and everything I saw seemed to be sparkling. It was very beautiful and dazzling.
Everything became real.
It is no longer a distant, story-like experience, but a concrete and tangible memory that actually happened.
That night, Song Yunhui had many dreams one after another.
Including playing with the flowers and plants in the garden, building very high blocks together, playing the piano and a lot of other things.
He had dreamed so many times and for so long that he was still a little dazed when he woke up in the morning, unable to figure out whether this was the next dream or reality.
There was a knock on the door. He opened his eyes with great effort, his vision was all white, and he said, "Come in."
The person standing outside the door opened it and came in.
"It's time to get up and have breakfast."
A vague figure stood at the door and said, "Sleeping too long is bad for your health."
Song Yunhui went to bed early yesterday. If he continued to sleep, he would probably feel groggy all day.
After blinking slowly again, his vision gradually became clearer and Song Yunhui looked over carefully again.
His eyes obviously widened for a moment, and his light-colored pupils reflected the light in the room, taking on a strange color.
"How did you get so big?"
The tone was full of disbelief.
Qin Shu: “…”
Qin Shu couldn't think of how to respond to him for a moment.
Song Yunhui was still in shock, his eyes were still unfocused, he suddenly sat up and gestured, saying:
"You were this big before."
The person sitting on the bed had messy hair and a tone of disbelief mixed with a sense of regret.
It means that Qin Xiaoshu was really fun when he was a child.
Mainly because she's cute, and I haven't seen enough of her.
"Put on your clothes first, don't catch a cold."
Qin Shu took out the clothes that he had hung in the closet yesterday and handed them to the other party. Then he lowered his eyes slightly and asked casually:
"What do you remember?"
Reaching out to take the clothes, Song Yunhui paused for two seconds. Only after his brain received the command to put on clothes did he slowly start to put on his clothes.
Plush clothes make you feel warm instantly when you put them on.
"Yeah... yes," he said, his throat briefly choked by the clothes until he could see the light again, "I thought of you."
Qin Shu's hand hanging by his side moved slightly.
"I remembered a lot of things."
While leaning on the bed to look for his slippers, Song Yunhui rubbed his chin, gradually regaining consciousness and said, "But the thing that impressed me most was that you said you would give me all your salary when you grow up."
"Well, all for you."
Qin Shu picked up the slippers on the other side of the bed and placed them under the other person's feet, saying, "Get up and eat first."
Song Yunhui smiled and said, "Okay."
Still a delicious breakfast.
The two of them made an appointment to go out and play tomorrow. Qin Shu still needed to deal with work today. Song Yunhui carefully calculated and suddenly remembered that he was far from his regular schedule this month. He also had to go out and play tomorrow. By the time he came back from a day of play, he would definitely not remember about this. After dinner, he picked up the orange and went back to his room.
Qin Shu was still processing things in the study, which was separated from his own room by a room. Song Yun hugged Chengzi and turned on the phone very carefully.
Today the camera is aimed at a small orange made of orange hair.
He changed the name of the live broadcast room to [Quietly Chatting about a Dime], and then manually changed the partition to the chat area. Only then did he open the live broadcast room.
[Another day when I didn’t receive any notification but somehow got it]
[Soy milk still remembers us, haha (looks up and laughs) (beats the ground with head down) (shakes the soy milk)]
[No one said so I will do it! Today is a good day in the world! ]
[(I guess soy milk realized that it might have to make up for the time at the end of this month)]
【How to be quiet today? 】
Song Yunhui put on the headset and then said in a whisper:
"That's the quiet way."
"My friend works next door to me, and we can't disturb him."
He spoke every word carefully.
[Okay, I understand (quietly)]
[Ahhh! I just saw Xiu Cat! This one is so cute! Finally I don’t have to suffer from Banana Dog anymore! ]
[Please keep your voice down upstairs! Don’t disturb my soy milk friend at work! 】
[Every time I enter Soy Milk’s live broadcast room, I feel so happy. It would be great if I could see Soy Milk every day (covering mouth) (whispering)]
【】
Next door to next door
The only sound in the room was the faint sound of the computer running, and then a cell phone notification sound broke the silence.
Qin Shu took the phone and took a look at it.
It’s a reminder to start broadcasting.
He said that the anchor he followed, [Don’t Drink Soy Milk], was broadcasting live.
There is a tilde after the reminder, which makes it look very romantic.
The cool guy lowered his head, then clicked on it without any hesitation.
There was a momentary lag when he entered the live broadcast room, but he waited patiently.
Finally entering the live broadcast room, the bullet screens loaded up, and the first sentence he heard was:
"...We can't disturb him."
Still in a low voice, very considerate.
“…”
The friend next door was silent for a moment, then turned off his computer, packed up his things and opened the door.
There were footsteps in the corridor. Song Yun, who was still chatting quietly with the viewers in the live broadcast room, suddenly felt his phone shake and he received a message.
It was sent by Qin Shu.
[There is a problem with the air conditioning in the study, I went to the living room]
The living room is a million miles away from here, and I can't hear any sound from here.
Although he didn't know why the other party had to send a message to move his position, he still quickly replied with a cat head to indicate that he had received it.
"Okay friends, whisper mode is off."
Song Yun hugged the orange in his hand, leaned forward slightly, and tried to make out the words on the screen, reading and writing:
"I have nothing to do today, so let's just talk about our childhood."
"Then the first question is, are you still in touch with the friends who played in the mud with you when you were little?"
[I know the answer to this question! She is still here! She was my bridesmaid at my wedding! ]
[No, we haven’t been in touch since we went to school and work.]
[Wuwuwu, it was so much fun when I was little, wuwuwu, hopscotch, hide-and-seek, playing in the mud. I want to play now, but we are all adults now, so I can only think about it.]
[He has become someone I don’t know. When we meet, I just feel strange and awkward.]
Song Yun replied with interest, "I have a friend who said he wanted to know what happened to the person who said they would be together in the future."
[Lexation medicine, I played a married couple before, but now the other party is a scumbag. Every time I see his girlfriend, I feel sorry for her.]
【《I Have a Friend》】
[Together! We grew up together and it was natural for us to be together. There was no adjustment period needed. We knew each other well from a young age.]
【Now I meet you again】
The last bullet screen is different from the other ones. It has a shiny gold border and looks very noble at first glance.
After repeated popularization by the viewers in the previous live broadcast room, he already knew that this gold edge was something that came with a certain value of reward, something like a symbol of status.
The other party's ID also looks familiar.
It’s the orange from before.
I didn't expect that he hadn't been around for a long time, but now he's still watching the live broadcast.
【Orange Boss, tell your story!! Pass the mic! 】
[Orange, this is obviously a story, Wei! We are all family, don’t be so formal! ]
【Hahahaha everyone has shared their stories, let Orange share his too! 】
But Xiangjuzi never spoke again after that, and remained silent after a series of rewards.
When talking about their childhood, all the netizens have something to talk about. A group of strangers from all over the world share their childhood memories here.
Only after they actually talked about it did they realize that there were many people who had the same childhood as they did, who had the same experiences as them, that many games when they were young were popular all over the country, and that everyone had the ability to recognize footsteps when playing on the computer.
Song Yunhui had never experienced the fear of being caught while secretly playing on the computer, but from what his friends said, it seemed like a very exciting thing.
[I can recognize footsteps, but my mother can touch the console (closed my eyes in despair)]
[I am different. I stole the computer from my middle-aged internet-addicted father]
[I hope that the world can have a computer TV that does not generate heat]
[I am different. I have already learned how to touch my child’s console.]
[Recently, I have been furious about the gossips online. It turns out that only soy milk can make me feel warm]
The time spent chatting was very pleasant, but time passed very quickly. After chatting for a while about all sorts of things under the sun, his cell phone rang. Qin Shu was calling him downstairs for dinner.
"It's over. My friend called me to eat. I wanted to show off my skills at noon today."
Song Yunhui shook Xiao Xiaocheng's hand and waved, saying, "Goodbye, everyone."
【這麽快？怎麽這麽快！感覺直播才剛剛開始！豆漿不要走啊！沒了你我可怎麽活啊！豆漿！】
【怎麽會有這麽好的朋友！我羨慕！嗚嗚嗚又是只能點cpu的一天】
【真貓不給我，這個假修貓給我不過分吧】
【只有我注意到豆漿的手好好看嗎？】
衆水友還有要說的話，但是豆漿很無情，并且滿心滿眼都只有中午飯，關掉直播就下樓幹飯。
橙子在之前就自己溜下了樓自覺吃飯，宋雲回下樓的時候它已經吃得麻麻香。
樓下全都彌漫着飯菜的香味，宋雲回最後也吃得麻麻香。
原本應該是相安無事的一頓飯，結果在結束的時候，他問了一句：“今天怎麽都發消息？”
平時對方都是直接敲門，今天一反常态。
面對突如其來的問題，秦書仍然很穩得住，略微思考，之後說：
“我以為你在工作。”
一個很好的借口。
不等宋雲回說話，他又繼續說：
“我今天下午有事要出去一趟，你有什麽事就和我打電話。”
宋雲回點頭。
他表情原本沒什麽變化，之後像是想到了什麽，突然就稍稍坐直了一些。
對方有事要出門，他自告奮勇包攬下了洗碗的任務，讓對方安心出門。
秦書：“……”
總覺得有點怪。
對方越是表現良好就越是讓人在意，他這次走得沒有之前那樣幹脆。
但他總歸得走。
秦書走後，宋雲回快速洗了碗，之後往沙發上一趟，先是在某網站上尋找烘焙教程。
中午不能小露一手，那就下午伸出圓手。
他在秦書回來之前就已經開始計劃這件事，但是因為種種原因一直沒有落實，今天中午又因為聊天太起勁就聊忘了。
今天下午就是他的補救機會。
雖然秦書前前後後已經教過他幾次怎麽烤小蛋糕，自己一個人做也十拿九穩，但他就是有點挑戰精神在身上，決定這回試一個不一樣的東西。
昨天他就已經觀察過冰箱，什麽都很齊全，客廳裏還有管夠的香蕉，最後決定做一個香蕉蛋糕。
他覺得這個應該不會有太大的難度才對。
頂多就是在小蛋糕的基礎之上再加幾個處理香蕉的過程。
他學什麽都上手很快，類比一下，做飯應該也是這樣。
——按理來說應該是這樣。
看完了視頻，之後順手點了個贊，感覺心裏有了底氣，宋雲回收起手機站起來，之後就去收集物資。
他雖然正經做飯少，但是熱衷于打雜，記得住廚房裏什麽東西在什麽位置，很好找。
在拿出面粉之前，他先是左右看了一圈，發現沒有貓影後再去客廳走了一圈，看到了陷在軟枕裏睡得四仰八叉的橙子。
很好，一切都很順利。
東西準備齊全，雖然什麽都沒有開始，但是已經完全能夠感覺到做好之後會是怎樣的光景。
拿起手機拍了張，宋雲回原本是想發大眼仔，但是之後又想到雖然秦書平時不碰大眼仔且下午還要工作，但是仍然有看到他發的大眼仔的可能，只能放棄。
他把照片發給了陳晨。
那邊回得很快。
【你在對一個還在公司上班的社畜發什麽？】
【怎麽說，祝你好運】
對面的社畜顯然是在上班時間摸魚，最後還發了張一言難盡的表情。
宋雲回勢必要讓對方見識自己的實力。
在處理香蕉之前的步驟都很順利，直接就是順利本順。
就算是第一次處理香蕉，他也沒在怕。
一邊處理香蕉一邊往嘴裏塞了一口，宋雲回垂眼看着視頻，跟着視頻一起動作。
然後他就卡住了。
對方比他多了一個什麽粉。
白色的，看上去和面粉沒有什麽差別。
他很清楚地記得家裏應該是沒有這個東西的。
“……”
思考了一瞬，他抓了把面粉，然後丢進去。
之後的過程也很順利。雖然有些東西略有出入，但是影響不大。
視頻上說的需要烤十五分鐘，他就把東西送進烤箱，設置十五分鐘。
十五分鐘的時間很好等，看兩眼文獻就過去了。
他看得認真，等到回過神來的時候已經不知道過去了多久，回到廚房的時候烤箱已經自動停下。
全身心都做好了迎接自己的香蕉小蛋糕的準備，宋雲回戴好手套，打開烤箱。
“……”
看到裏面的樣子的一瞬間，他眼睛裏的光都仿佛消失了一瞬。
他看着裏面黃黃黑黑的一片，陷入了短暫的沉默。
為了烤箱的心理健康和良好的胃部環境，他最終還是把香蕉小蛋糕拿了出來。
也只有他自己知道手裏這坨東西是香蕉小蛋糕。
他拿之前用來攪拌的勺子戳了戳黃黑的不明物體。
戳不動。
他再使了些力道敲了幾下。
除了掉下幾塊黑色碎渣外，還有一種詭異的堅硬固體互相碰撞的聲音。
宋雲回不死心，把小蛋糕翻了個面，試圖找到一點好看的地方。
——然後他就跟純黑一片的底座直接面對面。
“……”
翻大車。
在要不要告訴陳晨這個結果之間猶豫了一段時間，他最後還是拍了張照片發過去。
【如果你吃下它，我們就是異父異母的好兄弟】
對方秒回。
【果然是這樣】
【這個兄弟不當也罷】
之後是一連串的不忍直視的【哈】。
【等我下班回家給你投個廚房翻車賽，得了獎我們對半分】
宋雲回連個貓貓頭都不想給他。
轉頭再看了眼淩亂廚房和一邊的蛋糕，他呼出一口氣。
再過一會兒就差不多是秦書回來的點了，現在就算是重新做也來不及，只能先把東西收拾了，下次再嘗試。
把所有的東西都洗幹淨放回原地，他最後開始擦桌子剛好一個電話打過來。
是一串陌生號碼，座機。
把手機夾在耳朵和肩膀之間，宋雲回低頭認真擦着撒了各種粉的桌子，問：
“你好，請問哪位？”
對面是一道溫和的女聲。
“你好，請問是豆漿不好喝老師嗎？”
宋雲回簡短應了聲。
一個類似于網名的名字被人這麽正經且帶着敬意地念出來，總覺得有些許奇怪。
對方說她是典曲獎的相關負責人，先是恭喜他獲得了最佳編曲獎，之後說希望他可以到場領獎。
典曲獎，算是國內最高的曲子獎項。
對方還在說：“地址是E市大禮堂，往返花費我方全程報銷，希望您屆時能夠前來參與頒獎典禮。”
因為典曲獎的含金量，一般情況下很少出現有領獎人不到場的情況。
但是豆漿不好喝就是個意外，令很多主辦方都頭疼的意外。
一首曲子的好壞，業內人士有業內人士的看法，外行有外行的看法，豆漿不好喝是不太常見的能将兩種人都把握住的存在。
要是名單上沒有他，“內幕”的叫喊不久就會趕到，但名單上有了他，對方也大概率不會去。
至少從對方第一次寫歌入圍獎項開始就從來沒有參加過任何頒獎典禮。
短暫的安靜。
之後就是怕什麽來什麽。
“抱歉，我手頭有些事情走不開……”
他一段話下來都不帶喘，很明顯已經拒絕得熟練到極致。
負責人仍然沒有放棄，試圖再争取一下。
但是她的每一句話都被擋了回來，并且被擋得嚴嚴實實。
對面的人顯然已經把拒絕的技術練到爐火純青。
來來回回幾次，直到挂斷電話，宋雲回仍舊沒有絲毫松口。
把手機放在一邊，他看了眼自己的勞動成果。
很好，桌子擦幹淨了。
把失敗的香蕉小蛋糕放進垃圾桶，之後帶出去扔掉，他像是什麽也沒有發生過一樣回到房間。
剛剛的文獻沒看完，剛好可以接着看。
是一個平靜的下午。
——原本應該是這樣。
直到傍晚的時候，各種艾特不斷從手機上傳出，宋雲回拿起手機看了一眼。
第一個艾特他的是吃個草。
【#廚房翻車大賽#一個朋友遙不可及的夢想，希望得到五十塊，讓孩子吃個香蕉蛋糕[圖片][圖片]@AAA茶葉批發蛋總】
他發的兩張圖片是截屏。
一個是他正式開始上手之前立下的豪言壯志，一個是翻車後的安靜沉默。
啪的一下，就很快的，一衆網友瞬間趕到現場。
【哈哈哈哈哈哈蛋總也有今天！這就是深夜發美食照片的報應！】
【先笑為敬，建議留下，看圖片這個硬度，晚上走夜路的時候還可以拿來防身，一敲一個準】
【蛋總多年燒炭南山中，賣炭得錢何所營？】
【可惡，吃草和蛋總什麽時候勾搭在一起了！我們居然都不知道】
【竟然讓蛋總追星成功了】
【你要是不說，我還真看不出來這是香蕉蛋糕】
【《我要讓你刮目相看》】
【這種事情我愛看，但是蛋總應該不想看到，還是不要@AAA茶葉批發蛋總比較好】
【都說了不要@AAA茶葉批發蛋總，你們怎麽還要@AAA茶葉批發蛋總？】
蛋總本總：“……”
蛋總決定不說話。
There was a noise outside and Orange downstairs started meowing. He put down his phone, blocked out the noise on the Internet, and went downstairs with his head down.
There was the sound of keys turning and voices coming from the entrance.
It was Qin Shu who came back. He was holding a dessert box in one hand and talking on the phone in the other.
Seeing Song Yunhui just coming down the stairs, he handed the box forward and said softly:
“Banana cake.”
Song Yun replied: "..."
Song Yunhui paused as he stretched out his hand.
Qin Shu was still listening to what was said on the other side, and then repeated it:
"16, E City Auditorium."
After confirming that everything was correct, he said goodbye to the other party.
Song Yunhui looked up at him and asked, "The Classical Music Award?"
Qin Shu nodded: "I'll go there when the time comes."
"That's great."
Song Yun smiled back and said, "Can you bring something for me?"