“…”
Looking at the text and symbols on the phone, Song Yunhui was silent for a moment.
The people who stole the accounts were very skilled at advertising and targeted this kind of people.
It’s hard to imagine how the other party would react when they see this news.
Out of sight, out of mind. He deleted the message and then swiped it up again.
I can't scroll up, so I can only see two messages instead of the original three.
Without doing anything rash, Song Yunhui first clicked on the other party's homepage, but turned back after not finding any useful information.
Although no other information was found, this note of mine can already explain the other party's identity.
Song Yunhui lay on the bed, drooping his brows and thinking carefully.
He originally wanted to send an emoticon to test the waters, but then gave up.
Wanting to return to the main interface of his phone, he swiped upwards, only to find that the phone was stuck.
Several interfaces were interlaced back and forth, and he didn't know what he had pressed.
By the time the phone responded, it was already on a voice call interface.
Half a second before he was about to hang up, the call went through.
There was a few seconds of unusual silence.
Song Yunhui hesitated between hanging up and not hanging up.
Before he made a decision, a slightly distorted voice came from the other side:
"Not asleep yet?"
This voice is so familiar.
If the other person's voice was louder, he might be able to hear the duet of reality and the sound of the mobile phone.
Now that the other party had spoken, he had completely missed the opportunity to hang up the phone.
One second of silence.
His fingertips tapped the sheets unconsciously as he said:
"I woke up."
This may sound a bit clumsy, but it's better than letting the other person know that he has been trying to find a high school all night.
The other party asked him, "Why did you suddenly think of using this to make a call?"
Song Yun looked back at the ceiling, paused, and said:
"Maybe... I just want to reminisce about my youth."
He himself felt that what he said was false.
But the other party cooperated with him and followed his words, "So what did you remember?"
"A little bit, but not much."
Song Yunhui turned over slowly.
My heartbeat, which had accelerated due to the unexpected phone call, gradually subsided.
The two of them really seemed to be able to chat about anything.
Now we are separated by a room. We used to be able to reach each other in two steps, but now we have to chat over an Internet cable.
By the end of the conversation, Song Yunhui's vigilance disappeared.
The call didn't seem to have much of an impact, it just gave me one more night to chat with.
Then he heard the chat companion ask:
"Do you remember the letter?"
Believe? What do you believe? What do you believe?
How did the topic suddenly come to this?
Song Yunhui's eyes, which were originally drooping and almost narrowed into a slit, suddenly opened.
He remained silent for a moment, his mind starting to race.
He now has two choices: one is to pretend that he doesn't know, and the other is to confess that he has already remembered.
At this moment, when he still hasn't figured out what's in his mind, it's best to pretend he doesn't know.
But if that letter is really that kind of letter, he would be a scumbag who pretends to be ignorant and plays with other people's feelings and is irresponsible.
Song Yun climbed out of the quilt and lay on the bed. He sat on the bed and looked at the dark corridor outside the door.
The only sounds in the room were my own heartbeat and breathing.
He exhaled, then said:
“I remember.”
Perhaps as analyzed before, it might really be a confession letter.
Although I don’t know why I wrote this at the time, I wrote it anyway.
Song Yun rubbed his messy hair on the bed and said:
"I never thought of it before. If you still think of it, I will be responsible for you..."
"sorry."
The two voices overlapped, and both of them were stunned after they finished speaking.
Song Yunhui's first reaction was that he was rejected.
The other person's brain waves were synchronized with his, and he guessed what he wanted to say, so he rejected it in advance.
...but it always feels a bit strange.
The other party seemed to be at a loss as well, and asked him hesitantly:
"What did you say?"
The strange feeling became stronger.
They don't seem to be on the same channel.
"Are you going to bed now?"
Song Yun asked Qin Shu, "Can I take a look at the letter?"
The other party said yes.
Song Yunhui quickly turned over and got out of bed. He couldn't find his slippers, and he hadn't completely corrected the habit he had developed before, so he just got out of bed and opened the door.
Without waiting for him to knock, Qin Shu had already opened the door, and the light from the room leaked out, illuminating the corridor.
The first thing Qin Shu noticed was the other person's shiny white feet on the light-colored floor.
"You're not wearing slippers."
He first opened the quilt and let Song Yun get back in, saying, "It's still warm inside, go in and warm your feet first."
Song Yunhui then shrank into the quilt.
It's really warm.
He ruffled his messy hair and smiled.
Fortunately, the land at home is clean.
The two people who were just talking on the phone across the Internet are now gathered together.
Qin Shu handed the letter to him.
This time I'm not just standing aside and taking a sneak peek, but actually getting it in my hands.
It was not until his hand actually touched the envelope that Song Yunhui realized how well the envelope was preserved.
There are some rough edges, probably from being frequently looked at, but there are no wrinkles or damage.
Qin Shu was standing aside. Before opening the envelope, Song Yun waved to him and asked him to get into the quilt to keep warm together.
Qin Shu did as he was told.
There was another person in the quilt. It felt cold for a moment, but then it became warmer than before.
Song Yun recalled that maybe Qin Shu was a human-shaped warm baby.
Finally, the time came to open the envelope.
Song Yunhui told the truth and felt a little nervous for the first time.
The memory of the college entrance examination and the previous graduation thesis defense is a bit distant, but he feels that he should not have been as nervous as he is now.
He bowed his head and said:
“I opened it.”
He said this to Qin Shu, but also to himself, as if to encourage himself.
Then he opened it and unfolded the folded letter.
There are words of varying lengths on it.
The handwriting on the letter was indeed my own.
The content is neither too long nor too short, just enough to fit on one sheet of paper.
Qin Shu was sitting on the side, and just watched him browsing with his head down.
Song Yunhui watched it from beginning to end. His eyes grew wider and wider, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Qin Shuzhi's fingers moved unconsciously.
"call--"
After reading the letter, Song Yunhui let out a long sigh, and his whole body relaxed. His body slid down unconsciously and sank softly into the fluffy pillow he was leaning against.
It's not a love letter.
This is a farewell letter. Qin Shu was going abroad after his senior year of high school, so he wrote this letter.
Although some parts are so awkward that it's hard to imagine my mental state when I wrote this letter, it is at least an ordinary farewell letter, completely different from what I imagined.
Qin Shu, who was sitting on the side, lowered his head and asked him:
"Do you have anything to say?"
"What do you want to say?"
Song Yunhui thought for a moment, then closed his eyes and said, "No, no."
As long as it's not a love confession letter, anything is fine.
Qin Shu looked down at him, then suddenly said:
"sorry."
He didn't look like he was joking.
His words actually frightened Song Yunhui, and his hands holding the quilt unconsciously tightened a little.
"What's going on?"
He thought he was a sinner before, but he didn't expect that Qin Shu would apologize in the end.
The development was somewhat unexpected.
Qin Shu talks about what happened after he received the letter.
Before he left, the two of them had agreed to keep in touch, but in reality, he unilaterally cut off contact the day after he left.
Song Yunhui sent him many messages afterwards, sharing with him various things happening in life as before, asking him what he was doing and what the weather was like there.
But without exception, no message was replied.
It was a year later when he finally saw the news.
He sent messages to explain his situation and ask about the other party's current situation, but received no response.
Qin Shu lowered his eyes.
He deserves it.
But he really wanted to see him again.
Song Yunhui rubbed his chin.
He has a quick mind and can figure out the whole process quickly.
So that's how the two messages left on my phone came about.
The subordinate then reversed the polarity.
He asked, "So what happened to you?"
Perhaps it was because time had passed and he had no relevant memory, or perhaps this was the explanation he was waiting for at the time. He did not care that the other party had not replied to his messages for a year and his attention was focused on other things.
Qin Shu evaded the point: "Something happened after I went abroad, and I had an operation."
It's no small matter to let someone in such good health lie down for a year.
He looked into Qin Shu's eyes and asked, "Where are you hurt?"
The light-colored pupils were clear, but they carried a seriousness that could not be ignored.
"The wound has healed for a long time."
Seeing Song Yunhui still looking into his eyes, Qin Shu asked, "Do you want to see it?"
Song Yunhui nodded: "Look."
Qin Shu then lifted up her pajamas slightly.
It is easy to see a scar running across healthy skin, with a color that is significantly different from the surrounding skin.
Very conspicuous.
Song Yunhui helped him put down his pajamas, paused for a moment, then raised his head and smiled, and gave a brief comment:
"The scar is handsome and manly, and the abdominal muscles are very nice."
Qin Shu also smiled.
Song Yun retracted his hand, and then began to push the timeline back.
"So when we were on the set of Departure, you didn't talk to me because you thought I was mad at you?"
As he spoke, he almost laughed at himself.
Some fun.
When he was on the crew before, he didn't think about high school at all. He treated Qin Shu the same way as everyone else. Perhaps because of this, he gave the other party the illusion that he was still angry and didn't want to pay attention to him.
所以對方就一直憋，硬憋，還真的把整個拍攝周期都憋完了。
宋雲回說着，突然想起了什麽，問：
“醫院裏的水果是你送的？”
雖然是個問句，但卻是陳述語氣。
秦書點頭，承認了。
這樣就合理起來了。
“你怎麽這麽傻啊！”
宋雲回笑着拍他肩，說，“要是你早說就好了。”
他一放松，陷進枕頭裏，什麽話都往外蹦：
“之前我還以為我給你寫了封情書，都做好負起責任的準備了。”
秦書的動作一頓。
沒有注意到旁邊人的反應，這幾天一直想着的事情終于解決，宋雲回說完話之後就坐了起來，掀開被子準備離開。
“你等一下。”
秦書率先下床，走幾步之後就開門離開。
再回來的時候，他的手上多了一雙拖鞋。
宋雲回這次終于不用光腳回房間。
說了聲晚安，他穿着拖鞋就離開了房間。
“……”
之前還滿是說話聲的房間瞬間就安靜下來。
秦書坐在床邊拿起手機看了一眼，正好看到對方發來的晚安貓貓頭。
同樣回了一個晚安貓貓頭，他放下手機，之後安靜上.床睡覺。
被窩裏有一股很淡的香味。
秦書記得，這是宋雲回沐浴露的香味。
***
宋雲回回到房間後也關了燈，但是沒有乖乖睡覺。
給對方發了晚安貓貓頭之後他就把手機放到一邊，安靜打開電腦。
靈感也就是一瞬間。
之前一直沒有準确定下的曲子就這麽定下來了，并且還有了點其他的想法。
一只手扶着耳麥，淺色瞳孔映着電腦屏幕，右手握着的筆不自覺轉了一圈，之後在淩亂的紙上打下一個記號。
時間已經不多，但要做的事情還不少。
***
第二天
秦書在煮完早飯并且處理完一些事情之後，終于意識到了昨晚的晚安貓貓頭是假的晚安貓貓頭。
對方昨晚應該熬到很晚。
再之後，等着宋雲回揉着眼睛下樓的時候就被逮了個正着。
他一揮手：“……早上好。”
“早上好。”
坐在客廳裏敲筆記本鍵盤的秦書回過頭，說，
“早上煮的粥，現在你應該放涼了些，可以直接吃。”
宋雲回說好。
今天的早上和平時的沒什麽樣。
秦書有工作，宋雲回也要出門，兩人一前一後離開。
宋雲回一直是行動派，今天起來的時候就已經約了人，一天到晚都安排滿了事情。
到了晚上之後，城市的燈光亮起。
手裏夾着一個文件袋，宋雲回最後随便找了一家咖啡廳。
這個時間點剛剛好，避開了上一個時段下班的人，剛好又在下一個加班時間段前，店裏沒有多少人，細微的說話聲被店裏的音樂聲掩蓋。
點了杯咖啡打包之後，宋雲回随意找了個位置坐下，撐着下巴看窗外的燈光。
這個咖啡不是速溶，需要一點時間等待。
只一會兒，或許很快，上一首歌放完，下一首歌自動播放。
宋雲回敲擊着桌面的手一頓。
他坐得近，還能聽見老板還在跟着一邊磨咖啡一邊哼哼。
“……”
他默默轉過頭。
店裏放的《橙子之歌》。
在中間一段所有聲音都消失的同時，店裏的自動感應門打開，發出細微的聲響。
聲音不大，但在短暫安靜的咖啡廳裏很明顯。
一個人走進來，點了咖啡之後同樣找了個地方坐下。
放在兜裏的手機抖了抖。
宋雲回拿起手機看了一眼。
是秦書發的消息，一張照片和一個問句。
對方問他吃不吃小蛋糕，幾個助理很推薦，并且有很多種口味。
附帶的照片是在一家看上去很可愛的店裏，連蛋糕上的标簽都是小熊的樣式，店裏以女生居多。
情景帶入了一下，想着秦書一個又高又裹得嚴實的人站在甜得像是要冒粉色泡泡一樣的店裏的情景，宋雲回沒忍住，笑了一聲。
他的笑聲很輕，但是隔着一個過道的剛進來的客人卻注意到了。
客人無意識地随意劃了劃手裏的手，之後終于下定決心站起來。
燈光被一個人影稍微遮住了一些，宋雲回擡起頭來，看到一個裹得跟嫌疑人甲一樣的人就站在自己面前。
嫌疑人甲說：
“我是成果。”
宋雲回：？
面對這種一上來就自曝馬甲的人，他一時間不知道怎麽反應。
之後他說：“你是成果但是現在被黑粉追鯊，需要我v你50逃出生天？”
“……”
站在面前的人沉默了下，之後稍微摘下口罩，說，“我嗓子啞了，所以跟之前聲音有點不一樣。”
他的聲音确實嘶啞，不認真聽還聽不懂他在講什麽。
主要是對方講話的腔調也變了，跟之前那種嚣張跋扈的感覺很不一樣，他一時間沒認出來。
宋雲回看了眼對方。
的确是，之前在機場時長得一模一樣。
他問：“請問你是有什麽事嗎？”
對方頓了會兒，之後說，“等我一下。”
他說完就出了店，看上去還挺急。
還在磨咖啡的老板聽見響動，擡頭看了眼對方已經離開的身影，還沒反應過來發生了什麽。
宋雲回适時幫對方說了句：“他之後還會回來。”
老板這才放心繼續低頭磨咖啡。
等到成果回來的時候，宋雲回已經拿到了自己的咖啡。
對方應該是剛劇烈運動完，撐着腿還在喘氣，大少爺風度全無，之後站起來，把手裏的東西遞給他。
是一個長條狀的東西，用一個金黃色的絨布套子裝着。
對方說：“之前就一直想給你的，但是聯系不上你，之前在機場看到你之後就覺得我們有可能再遇見。”
宋雲回：“……嗯？”
他一句話就含了兩個吐槽點，一時間不知道從哪個點說起。
——他跟對方在同一個機場也就一次，也就是上一次。
沒想到這麽就直接被人認出來了，還是在那種場合下。
還有一個就是對方覺得他們會再遇見，所以無論到哪都拿着這個東西？
他不懂，但震撼。
“之前一直沒能跟你說聲謝謝。”
大少爺甚至舍得彎下腰，說，“你一定要……請你一定要收下。”
看起來是很認真的樣子。
看到老板一邊磨咖啡一邊悄悄注意着這邊的情況，再看了一眼面前的成果，宋雲回收下了東西。
對方顯然松了口氣。
沒打算繼續留，宋雲回說了聲再見之後就離開。
走出店裏之後，應該是趕上了下班的點，外面的人已經多了不少。
人多車也多，等到他在市區裏堵了一路之後終于回到家的時候，秦書已經回來了。
小蛋糕盒子已經放在了客廳的桌上，果然是粉嫩嫩的，上面還有一個碩大的小熊頭。
看着宋雲回一邊抱着尾巴搖得飛快的橙子一邊放下手裏的東西，秦書問他：
“這是什麽？”
揉了揉小貓頭，宋雲回說：
“我也不知道，路上遇到一個認識的人，就把這個給了我，你拆開看看。”
秦書于是把東西拆開了。
也不能叫拆開，只用打開外面那個金黃色的絨布套子就好。
東西倒出來的瞬間，宋雲回摸貓貓頭的動作就一頓。
橙子感受到頭上的手沒有繼續動，于是發揮小貓咪的主觀能動性，開始動自己的頭。
秦書也難得沉默了一瞬。
畢竟他們是真的很少見到紅底金邊的錦旗。
錦旗打開的瞬間，他們仿佛聽到了厚重料子在空中發出的破空聲。
錦旗是很标準的錦旗，上面還墜得有穗子，金黃色的。
上面紅底金邊寫着幾個大字。
【救助他人，大恩大德】
宋雲回：“……”
宋雲回覺得這個話應該是成果自己想的。
雖然不知道就掉個水，大少爺的态度怎麽會變得這麽快，但是這些都不要緊。
要緊的是快點把東西收起來。
最初的震撼終于過去，他繼續開始摸小貓頭，摸了兩把之後就站起來，打算和秦書一起把錦旗塞回去。
結果秦書問他：“要把這個挂起來嗎？”
宋雲回十動然拒，表示這個東西還是放櫃子裏好好保存起來就好。
終于把錦旗裹回原來的樣子，他繼續抱貓貓，秦書則是把東西放進了樓梯邊的櫃子裏。
橙子再貼了一會兒就自己跑去喝水。
宋雲回坐在沙發上，順手就把甜品盒打開。
打開之後的瞬間就可以聞到一股香甜的味道。
盒子裏三分之一都是香蕉小蛋糕。
宋雲回：“……”
他含淚拿起香蕉蛋糕，先是給秦書遞了一個，之後自己也拿了一個。
他問：“怎麽這一次也有這麽多香蕉蛋糕？”
“因為你之前好像挺喜歡吃，就多買了一些。”
很溫暖很貼心。
宋雲回含淚吃掉香蕉小蛋糕。
咬下一口小蛋糕，兜裏的手機響了，他掏出手機看了一眼。
陳晨很罕見地給他轉了一個紅包。
宋雲回沒有立即領，懷疑其中有詐，并把手機稍微往旁邊挪，讓秦書也幫他一起分辨。
他們還沒來得及分析，之後下一條消息就彈了出來。
[The results of the competition are out. The top of the car rollover world is still your banana cake. The prize money will be split in half. Please be good to yourself and remember to take your banana cake with you for self-defense when you go shopping.]
There is another picture at the end, which happens to be a picture of him poking the charcoal under the cake.
The other party's message popped up too fast, leaving no time to dodge.