[Soy milk doesn’t taste good] He has never revealed any contact information or social media accounts to the public, but when he is alone, he will also browse the comments from the audience one by one.
Whether good or bad, support or booing, he will accept it all.
[Soy milk woo woo! It turns out that soy milk has noticed us! ! ]
[Boss Qin laughed? ? Boss Qin actually laughed! ]
[I really love soy milk! Soy milk is not tied to a certain singer, but a soy milk with a variety of styles. It can bring different surprises when collaborating with different singers! ]
[I am different. I am just curious about when Doujiang and Mr. Qin got together. Mr. Qin is smiling like this, so they must have a very good relationship.]
[I've always wanted to ask, wouldn't Dou Milk feel embarrassed to have his username read out in a serious manner in such an occasion? Every time Dou Milk wins an award, I laugh like a screaming chicken.]
[+1, I thought I was the only one who felt this way]
[I always thought Doujiang never showed up to receive the award because he felt embarrassed to read his username, but that turned out not to be the case [cat shocked.jpg]]
If Doujiang himself had seen the live broadcast, his feelings would probably be the same as those of netizens.
But Doujiang fell asleep right after watching the live broadcast and didn't have time to check in at the villa.
Orange was tired from playing, so he jumped onto the sofa, snuggled into his arms, found a good position, and slept with him.
With a warm cat in my arms and the air conditioner in the living room still running, I can sleep until dark.
But he didn't sleep until dark.
Qin Shu came back. There were faint sounds coming from the kitchen, and a fragrance surged in his nose. A bunch of cats jumped onto Song Yunhui.
Song Yunhui's eyes, which were about to close, suddenly opened. He felt pain in his chest and even with blurred vision, he still picked up the kitten.
He didn't know how to explain to Orange that it was no longer the little cat it used to be.
The cat didn't understand anything, it just knew that it was very happy to be picked up and kept meowing.
Putting the orange aside for the moment, Song Yunhui ruffled his messy hair. When he lowered his head to look for his slippers, he noticed that there was an extra pillow where he was originally lying, and a blanket on his body.
No wonder it’s so warm. I’ve been sleeping here till now.
After finding his slippers under the sofa, he walked towards the kitchen while yawning, holding the orange.
There is no air conditioning in the kitchen, but it is warm all the same.
Hearing the noise behind him, Qin Shu turned around with a spoon in his hand. His eyes paused on the other person's flying hair before he said, "Awake?"
Song Yunhui nodded: "Awake."
I was forcibly awakened by the weight of Orange's body.
Qin Shu turned his gaze towards the square box on the table in the living room and said, "Your trophy is in the box on the table. If you are not in a hurry, you can look at it after dinner."
After glancing at the other person's still busy hands, Song Yunhui looked away and said, "I'm not in a hurry."
He originally wanted to help as usual, but found that Qin Shu had already reached the last step of tasting.
He helped to taste it and gave it a thumbs up.
It was a delicious dinner that I didn't have to work for at all.
After finishing the meal and washing the dishes together, the two sat on the sofa and could finally start scratching the trophy.
Song Yunhui took the box.
The box is dark gold in color and looks very nice. When you open it, there is black velvet inside, and a square shape is exposed in the center of the box.
The gold and silver mixed colors look pretty good.
Then Qin Shu took out the trophy.
The cup body is a rotational deformation of a hexahedron, which looks smooth and dazzling.
He passed the trophy in the same voice and tone as he did at the awards ceremony.
"Soy milk doesn't taste good. This is your award for best composition."
Holding the slightly heavy trophy in his hand, Song Yun looked back at Qin Shu's features.
It's a very cold look.
He first took the trophy with a serious face, but then he couldn't help himself and suddenly laughed, his eyebrows and eyes were twisted with laughter, and he couldn't open his eyes.
He was laughing so hard that he was swaying from side to side. Qin Shu helped him hold the trophy steady in his hand while being careful not to let him fall.
Song Yunhui grabbed his sleeve with the hand that was not holding the trophy, and laughed so hard that his voice trembled.
"Don't shout out your username so seriously!"
Moved by the other party and infected by the emotions, Qin Shu also laughed.
After the grand award ceremony, the two of them and the cat watched a short animated film together. Then Qin Shu stayed in the living room, and Orange was briefly willing to raise his paws to play with him.
Song Yunhui slept for the whole afternoon and now started thinking about his own music again, deciding that he must pick a version tonight.
The first thing I do when I turn on the computer is not to export the score, but to open the live broadcast software.
He has been live streaming on time these past few nights, and guessed that some people might still be waiting there tonight. Afraid that some people would wait in vain until midnight, he posted a note asking for leave and then left the backstage.
The moment he posted the leave request, someone saw it. Before he could comment, he saw that the other person's avatar turned gray and he was offline.
Ridiculously fast.
Fans who had already started waiting in advance were in tears - in every sense of the word.
[Soy milk actually asked for leave. He was afraid that my legs would go numb from squatting. He had me in his heart.]
[Soy milk is sold out so quickly! There is not even a trace of unnecessary lingering. I understand it all, I understand it especially, I understand it thoroughly]
[Today, soy milk won an award, and the popularity of "Orange Song" has also risen. I thought soy milk might sing today. Listening to soy milk singing a few days ago really helped me sleep (I can no longer tell which soy milk I was talking about)]
[Soy milk has made up its mind to come more often than the minimum time of the live broadcast, wuwuwu]
Song Yun returned the request for leave and left.
He randomly tore off a piece of relatively blank paper, held the headset while finding a pen, opened the pen cap with one hand, then looked up at the computer and began to write and draw.
When he was serious, he was very focused, the light of the computer reflected in his light pupils, and his pen moved very quickly.
Compared with computers and other things, he prefers the primitive recording method of using a pen.
It was getting darker and darker.
This place is quite far from the central city, so the light pollution is much less after dark, and it is truly dark all night long.
Not knowing how long he had been working, Song Yunhui slowly closed his pen and took off his headset.
It seems like something is missing.
He lowered his eyes to look at the table with only a few pieces of paper on it.
“Wow——”
The chair moved across the floor, making a slight scraping sound.
Song Yunhui lifted his feet and went downstairs.
It was already late, and Chengzi went out to have fun. Qin Shu should have gone to the study, and there was no one in the living room.
His little dinosaur water cup was downstairs, already washed and ready to use.
It turned out that I was missing a cup of coffee.
After making the coffee, he went upstairs again carrying the cup of water.
A lot can be done in one evening.
The cup of coffee had already been emptied, with some brown liquid still at the bottom.
He took off his headset and rubbed his ears which were a little painful from being pressed. He stood up and walked around the room twice as a form of exercise, then checked his phone.
It's already late at night.
Go to sleep.
The lights in the room dimmed and the view instantly became dark.
Song Yunhui lay on the bed, then turned over and faced the floor-to-ceiling window.
Once your eyes have adapted to the darkness, you can see more clearly.
The originally faint and inconspicuous light from the street shone into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows, allowing the outlines of objects in the house to be vaguely seen.
It is a room that is strange yet gradually familiar.
His eyelids grew heavier, and he rested his head on the pillow, his vision becoming increasingly blurry.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
The cell phone on the bedside table began to vibrate and buzz.
***
Song House
In the quiet room, Song Yunyang looked at the phone in his hand with a slightly gloomy look.
At this time, under normal circumstances, he would have returned home long ago.
But in fact he had just arrived home not long ago, and he had been arriving home at this time for the past few days.
Maybe he just wanted to be alone for a few days, or maybe it was because he didn't know how to face this messy home, didn't know how to face Song Cheng, he finally chose to avoid times when other people were around, go home quietly, and go back to his room quietly.
He wanted to be alone and calm down.
After thinking for so many days, he should make a decision.
There was a fixed frequency of waiting sounds coming from the phone.
This kind of empty waiting seems to have no end, and it keeps magnifying people's worries.
The time on the phone continued to move forward, and when it was almost about to automatically hang up, the busy tone disappeared.
There was silence on the other side of the phone.
Then a hoarse voice was heard.
***
The phone kept ringing as if it would never stop. Song Yunhui opened his eyes again and reached out to take the phone.
His vision was still blurry. He stared at the phone for a long time but couldn't see clearly what was written on it. Finally, he gave up and answered the call directly.
"Hello, who are you?"
His voice was hoarse.
It's really unpleasant to be woken up when you are about to fall asleep.
"…It's me, Song Yunyang."
The voice from the other side was different from usual. It lacked that confidence and decisiveness, and seemed a little strange.
Song Yunyang asked, "Are you asleep?"
Eliminate physical discomfort, then the only thing left is sleep.
Song Yunhui never had a normal schedule when he was still at home. He was more energetic at this time, and he thought the other party was still like this now.
Without confirming or denying what the other person said, Song Yun turned over in bed, buried his hands in the quilt, and asked, "What's the matter?"
He thought the other party must have something urgent to tell him since he called so late at night.
But it seems that is not the case.
Song Yunyang asked him: "Chinese New Year is coming soon, when do you plan to come back?"
It turned out to be just a small matter.
Song Yunhui's answer was simple: "Not coming back."
From the moment he stepped out of the Song family's gate, he never thought about going back.
"Are you planning to spend the New Year alone?"
宋雲揚開始和他一一說，“無論有什麽，先回來再好好說吧。你沒有買什麽房産，又沒什麽去處，一直租房或者住酒店不是辦法。”
宋雲回這還是第一次聽見對方以商量的口吻和他說話。
之前的宋雲揚是有妥協和關心的，但就是沒在他身上。
包括到上一次電話為止，對方和他說話的語氣更像是和他公司的那些下屬說話一樣，有着他一貫的強勢和果斷。
對于對方的轉變，他有些驚訝，但并不好奇，也沒有興趣去探究。
他還是自己之前的那個回答。
“就不打擾了。”
過年過的就是開心。
宋雲回不覺得自己去宋宅會覺得開心，也不覺得裏面的人會歡迎自己的到來。
淺淺呼出一口氣，他說：“要是你沒什麽事的話我就先挂了。”
他像是想起了什麽，又說，“這個號碼我已經打算用來當工作號了，要是沒事的話建議請不要打電話。”
“好了，就這樣。”
宋雲揚先是沉默了一瞬，之後聽到電話那邊傳來布料摩挲的聲音，他終于意識到對方說的是真話，真的打算挂斷電話之後連忙出聲：
“等一下！”
因為事發突然，他的聲音沒收住，比平時大了一些。
房間門外，微弱的腳步聲頓了一下。
宋子舒拿着水杯站在走廊，渾身的溫度仿佛都在向下湧，被冰冷的地板吸收了個完完全全。
腳像是有千斤重，無論如何也擡不起來。
他就這樣站在門口，看着從門縫裏透過的一絲光亮。
黑暗中所有的聲音都可以無限放大。
房間裏的宋雲揚趁着對方還沒有挂斷，說：
“我知道你為什麽不想回來，這些事情都可以解決。”
“你先回來，你的房間還是之前那個房間，沒有人占你的，還有其他的事情，我都會處理，但是至少讓爸今年過個好年，等到年後再把事情一件一件說清楚。”
這是他唯一能想出的至少能維持一段時間的表面和諧和能讓宋雲回回來的方法。
——這是他第一次在語言上沒有偏袒宋子舒。
宋雲回察覺到了。
但也僅限于察覺到了，其他的感觸一概沒有。
躺着打電話不方便，他慢慢坐起來，說：
“宋雲揚，我沒有你想的那樣小氣。”
對方确信他是因為房間的事情走的，在某種程度上來說，是另一種自我。
他認定他就是心目中的那種人。
其實那一間房間無所謂。
和已經累積了十幾年的點點滴滴相比，那一間空曠的房間實在算不了什麽。
那只是他曾經受人喜歡的一個證據。
喜歡沒了，留下個證據也沒用。
放下一件事情并沒有想象中那麽難。
“我想說的是……”
“嘩啦——”
宋雲揚的話并沒能說完，門外玻璃摔碎的聲音響起，之後是一聲悶響，像是有什麽人倒在了地上。
之後是一片混亂。
樓上樓下都傳來動靜，腳步聲不絕，還有人在喊“夫人你跑慢一點”。
大概是這邊的動靜大到對面都聽得見，等到他想說先暫時挂斷一下的時候，手機對面已經傳來了忙音。
看了眼已經黑下來的屏幕，宋雲揚頓了一下，之後起身打開房間門。
走廊燈沒開，全靠他房間裏洩出的光照亮。
木制地板上，滿地的碎玻璃閃着光。
一個人倒在了一邊，像是很難受，發出細小嗚咽。
其他人比他慢了一步，現在正好趕到走廊。
管家陳伯有有急救的常識，越過人群率先靠近。
宋雲揚給他讓了位置。
之後是家庭醫生趕到。
徐薇站在走廊口，被滿地的玻璃碎片攔住了腳步，臉色蒼白，被旁邊兩個傭人扶住才勉強站穩。
宋成也醒了，越過玻璃走到近處，面色沉沉。
深夜，房子裏燈火通明。
宋子舒已經被轉移到了床上。
他并沒有失去意識，是醒着的，只是手還在無意識地抖。
家庭醫生做完檢查，之後重新坐回床邊，說：
“這次沒什麽大問題，是一下子驚懼過度，小少爺身體本來就不好，不能有太大的情緒起伏，現在只需要等慢慢平複情緒，之後再配合吃點之前就已經開給你們的藥就好。”
徐薇坐在一邊，原本是想要說什麽話，之後在聽見“驚懼過度”時突然就變了臉色，沒說話。
站在一邊的陳伯松了口氣，說：“還好醫生在。”
本來家庭醫生今天定時來檢查健康狀況之後就該離開的，但是因為家裏人身體條件意外的複雜，到了晚上才收工，就留下來住了一晚。
結果剛好今晚宋子舒就出了事。
宋成問宋子舒：“是發生了什麽被吓成這樣？”
坐在一邊的徐薇揉了揉指甲，不做聲，看着宋子舒。
能讓他吓成這樣，也只有那麽幾件事了。
宋雲揚也垂眼看向他。
迎着衆人的視線，宋子舒視線收攏，就只看着不知道哪個人腳邊的凳子腿，說：
“沒事，是我反應過度了。晚上下樓喝水以為大家都睡了，結果聽到點聲音就把自己吓了一跳。”
烏龍一場。
宋子舒現在看着已經沒事，碎玻璃片也沒彈到他身上，一衆傭人把走廊上的玻璃碎片處理了，之後就回房間休息。
其他人也依次離開。
宋雲揚在走之前回頭看了眼。
宋子舒這個樣子很難說只是被聲音吓了一跳。
他這個弟弟，好像并不是不知情。
***
挂斷電話之後把手機放在一邊，宋雲回就這樣靠在床上，閉了閉眼。
一通電話打下來，再濃的睡意都打散了。
在床上坐了會兒，覺得口幹且沒事做，他最後披上件平時穿的羊毛開衫，拿過桌上的水杯，靜悄悄開了門，之後下樓。
他是摸黑下的樓，沒開燈，或許是之前晚上下樓懶得開燈經常這樣幹的緣故，這樓下得無比順暢，沒有磕磕碰碰，全程安靜。
進廚房之後需要小小開一下燈。
把杯子洗幹淨之後正準備接上熱水，一側光打來，他稍微往後退幾步，之後看到了亮起的走廊。
再之後是穿着睡衣的秦書。
對方眼皮略微下垂，是跟平時不一樣的倦懶。
但他眼睛是清醒的。
對方拿過一邊的杯子，之後率先問：
“你也睡不着？”
宋雲回點頭，說：“接了個電話，講了幾句話就清醒了。”
大晚上睡意一旦被打消就很難凝聚起來，等會兒上去之後應該就是跟電腦相親相愛。
像是想到了什麽，他之後又補充了句：“是我打電話把你吵醒了嗎？”
“不是。”秦書同樣接了一口熱水，之後說，“今天在飛機上睡了個來回，沒睡意。”
好像是很正經的理由。
看到對方的手已經開始伸向裝着咖啡的罐子，他适時問：
“想自己做奶茶嗎？”
宋雲回眼睛稍稍再睜開了些。
“想做。”
他問，“這是深夜食堂嗎？”
秦書點頭：“嗯。”
“啪”的一聲，更多的燈光打開，原本只開了個剛好夠照明的小燈的廚房瞬間變得明亮起來。
深夜食堂名不虛傳。
除開上一次喝醉了和葉敏一起鬧着做小蛋糕，宋雲回這還是第一次在清醒的情況下自己在深夜一點一點做吃的。
有一種和平時不一樣的特別的愉悅。
奶和茶葉家裏都有，秦書在之前也沒有做過奶茶，兩人這次都是第一次嘗試，站在一起跟着視頻學，時不時暫停一下進行科學研究。
很好玩。
最後還有奶茶喝，還是不限量的那種。
雖然過程略顯艱難，但是成品意外的不錯。
就是只喝奶茶感覺差了些什麽。
秦書低頭問他：“想看電影嗎？”
宋雲回表情一動，“現在？”
秦書點頭，“現在。”
兩人很快達成一致。
今天他們已經看過動畫電影，說到深夜電影的話，就不得不提某電影著名頻道。
兩人挑了一部口碑靠前的恐怖電影。
在正式開始看電影之前，秦書幫橙子連貓帶窩送到了樓上。
小貓咪可看不得這些電影。
之後電影找好，桌上兩杯奶茶挨着放，秦書看了眼宋雲回身上的針織衫，之後剛好把今天下午用來充當被子的毛毯遞給對方。
宋雲回接過毯子裹起來，裹好後掀開一半，露出的手還招了招。
秦書懂了他的意思，但沒輕易動。
最後宋雲回開口，“快進來，看電影。”
秦書于是在他身邊坐下。
宋雲回遞來了半張毛毯，讓他自己裹好。
毛毯間留空隙會冷，兩人間的距離瞬間近了不少。
電影剛開始的時候寂靜無聲。
房間裏就只有兩人的呼吸聲和空調運作的聲音。
電影正式開始。
故事層層推進，原本就算不上輕松的氛圍更加壓抑。
在陰暗逼仄的地方，壓抑的氛圍愈加濃烈。
在水裏逐漸有東西上浮的時候，壓抑驚懼的感覺更是直沖天靈蓋。
直到水裏的阿飄正式從水裏浮起來擡起臉的時候，手臂邊傳來異樣，秦書略微偏頭。
身邊的人不自覺捏緊了他的衣服。
他輕輕拍拍對方的手，“不用p……”
"Qin Xiaoshu!"
Song Yunhui exclaimed in admiration, "This costume is great."
...even though he is retired, he is still very professional.
He turned around and asked, "Did you say anything just now?"
Qin Shu: “…”
Qin Shu didn't know how to react for a moment and silently withdrew his hand that was comforting the other person.
Song Yunhui noticed his movement.
The other party turned around, a little surprised, then reacted and asked:
"Are you afraid?"
He said generously, "If you're afraid, just hold my hand. I don't mind."