Song Yunhui watched helplessly as his lump of charcoal appeared in front of Qin Shu without reservation.
“…”
He took a bite of the banana cake in his hand in silence.
Qin Shu cooperated with his silence very well. He glanced at the screen and then looked away, as if he saw nothing.
Song Yunhui finished the banana cake in his hand, then lowered his head, expressionless, and repeatedly kneaded the sugar-free whole-wheat bread he had brought back after drinking water.
Sugar-free whole-wheat bread doesn't know how to be embarrassed, it only knows how to act coquettishly.
After eating two small cakes, Song Yunhui went upstairs with his mobile phone.
He asked Chen Chen to play games with him again.
***
As the month draws to a close, everyone becomes busier.
Qin Shu has been flying around these days, and Song Yunhui often leaves early and comes back late.
Before he moved to Qin Shu's house, he often stayed up all night to finish the work that had been piled up, and his progress was once ahead of schedule.
But after moving here, he completely forgot about his previous scattered work, and was more busy with other things or things he had ideas about. The rest of the time he was resting. In short, he was busy with a lot.
By the time I remembered it, it was almost the end of the year.
The closer it gets to this point, the more things pop up.
He finally remembered that he seemed to have some unfinished live broadcast time.
So he would seize the time to chat when he had free time outside the recording studio in the afternoon, and would also chat while typing code in the evening.
The comments of the viewers in the live broadcast room gradually evolved from [I have started to make up for the time spent drinking soy milk again] to [Master Dou, what do you do for a living?]
Song Yun typed two lines of words, then glanced at the pop-up screen on his phone and said:
“I’m a live streamer.”
An answer that looks fake at first glance.
[If Doujiang is really doing live broadcast, it won’t make up the time now [pointing and pointing.jpg]]
[This man actually dares to say that he is a live broadcaster! ]
[It’s understandable that he has so many fans, but Dou is definitely not focusing on live streaming]
[Typing is so fast! Your hands are so beautiful! ]
Without looking at the pop-up screen on his phone, he was typing away when he suddenly thought of something and asked:
"I just learned a very simple way to jump. Do you want to learn it?"
[Thank you, no thanks]
[It’s almost the New Year and I don’t have any talent, so I’ll show you a physical jump (left foot steps on right foot) (jump up) (spin in circles) (fall down)]
[Soy milk doesn’t show its face, and it doesn’t even tell us when it releases a song, it treats us like outsiders (stomps its feet) (crying) It has to show its face to stop crying]
[After listening to Doujiang’s live broadcast, I feel itchy in my head. I need to grow a brain]
[I will learn it after I grow a brain [cat clenching fist.jpg]]
"Don't you guys want to learn?"
Song Yunhui felt a little disappointed, then he looked at the bullet screen again and asked, "Do you want to listen to the song?"
What I am doing now is not difficult and can be done easily.
Followed by a series of "Thinking".
Song Yunhui stopped typing on the keyboard, picked up his mobile phone and set up a vote.
"Time is limited and there is no time to learn new songs. I have to choose one from the list. The voting will end in one minute."
The voting options were all songs for which he remembered the lyrics and tunes.
Maybe it won’t take even a minute to get the result.
In the end, "Orange Song" far surpassed other items and was selected with a high vote.
Compared with other songs, these water friends seem to like the songs he sang himself more.
[It’s the same name as this children’s song]
[I get used to being inspired by names after seeing them for a long time]
[There are many covers of "Orange Song" on the Internet, but I still think Doujiang's is the best]
[(Although I can’t criticize you, it’s true)]
"The conditions are limited. There is no accompaniment. Please make do with it."
After the last number was typed, the program on the computer started running and Song Yunhui was temporarily unable to operate the computer.
So I just sang it a cappella.
Singing a cappella and singing with accompaniment are two completely different feelings.
Without accompaniment, the characteristics of the sound are infinitely amplified.
The clear voice is slightly distorted due to the network cable, but it does not affect the listening experience.
Without accompaniment, every change in tone, every shift in breath, and every word is clear.
Song Yunhui didn't look at his phone. He sang while looking at the program on his computer.
The program gets stuck halfway through.
He then leaned forward slightly, found the stuck spot, clicked the mouse, deleted the code and typed a new one.
The program started running again.
No problem this time.
[Why can soy milk sing while typing code? Help me? ]
[The programmer is late, and finally got his bug working (wipes sweat)]
[Why doesn't soy milk have a messy smell? I get so nervous when I watch my program running that I can't breathe]
[I feel like I've heard this voice somewhere before. It sounds so familiar, but I just can't remember where.]
[Familiar +1, but probably just similar]
[If soy milk calls me baby in this voice, I will go to heaven [安詳.jpg]]
Finally, the baby was gone, and the sound was gone too.
After singing a song, Song Yunhui packaged the program and sent it to the recipient, and then he finally had some free time.
From the time I was discharged from the hospital to now, there have been more and more people in the live broadcast room. Now it takes a long time to go back and watch the bullet screen that I missed before.
His hands were sore from drawing so he finally stopped, just in time to see the comment saying he was being reserved.
He put his hand on his cheek and thought for a while, then said:
"I might release a song soon."
"I've already informed you this time, so don't be shy, be kind."
【? ? ? It’s really coming out! 】
[I am looking forward to it! ! ! ]
[Have you thought of a name? If not, I’ll help you think of one. Let’s rule out “Song of xx” first.]
[If no one mentions this, will soy milk be mentioned again? ]
[No more "xx song"! I wanted to recommend this song to my classmates before, but every time I recommended it, I had to emphasize that it was not a children's song (but it seems that children can also listen to it?). It was not until the soy milk won an award and everyone else knew about this song that I didn't have to embarrass myself anymore.]
[I'm really looking forward to it, please give me a specific time, I'm waiting online]
Looking at the pop-up screen on his phone, Song Yun paused with his hand supporting his chin, then looked away and smiled.
He said:
"The song title has been announced."
It means that it cannot be changed.
[…I see. Let’s guess what song it is called “XX Song”]
[I guess it's "Orange Song", which just happens to have the same name as the top player]
[Then I will sing "The Song of Milk Tea". I don't drink soy milk, but milk tea is delicious. All human beings should sing praises to milk tea (bushi)]
[Look at it from a bright side, it’s better to have the song title announced than not to have it prepared yet, at least you don’t have to wait too long]
[Is soy milk still cooperating with the fact that soy milk is not tasty this time? 】
[I don’t care, I don’t care, this is the New Year’s song that soy milk wrote for me! ]
After scanning the bullet screen and focusing on the last bullet screen, Song Yunhui changed his sitting position and asked:
"How do you celebrate Chinese New Year?"
[I went home just like normal, spent the New Year just like normal, and then I just kept holding the door and didn’t want to leave]
[We can hang lanterns and colored lights, which are very beautiful]
[I used to watch the Spring Festival Gala, but now I don’t. I eat glutinous rice balls in the morning and watch fireworks in the evening.]
[Who understands the pain of banning fireworks! Who understands!!]
[I used to like going home, but now I’m afraid. Who knows the pain of being urged to get married?]
【……】
Song Yun looked at the bullet screen that kept scrolling and felt his mouth was a little dry. He went downstairs to get a glass of water and came back to continue chatting.
When he came back, he saw a small logo in the upper right corner of the screen change from gray to gold.
He noticed it, and so did others.
[End, at 10:12 pm on the 26th, another anchor completed his time]
[Damn it, this man has to make up the time again]
[Based on the usual behavior of soy milk, I shouldn’t finish it now, no way, no way——! ]
"Um?"
Song Yunhui pretended to be surprised for a moment, then said, "Let's continue chatting as before. After today, we'll see you next year."
[Listen to this! This man will be able to say this when we meet next year!]
[We had those kinds of firecrackers during the Chinese New Year. I don’t know if they are still there now. I miss them.]
[It should be a local feature. Children in our area can steal vegetables at night. They can steal wherever they want. They were even chased by people with rakes before.]
After chatting about the topic, although the Chinese New Year is still a long time away, the people in the live broadcast room have already entered the Chinese New Year atmosphere in advance, thinking about what they will do after returning home.
It was not until it was getting late and Song Yunhui said that they should go to bed early and get up early that they woke up from their dream and realized that they still had a long time before the New Year.
[You were not this kind of soy milk before! Soy milk was clearly for staying up late before! ]
[People who stay up late are shocked! Soy milk requires early bedtime and early rise! Then I can only go to bed and get up early, sing two more songs, woo woo, I roll and climb into bed and lie down]
【Lie down +1】
[I want to listen to a lullaby. I don’t mean anything else. I just want to listen to [Twisting]]
[If you want Soy Milk to call you baby, just tell me (I want it too)]
Song Yunhui finally sang two songs for them.
It was almost eleven o'clock when the live broadcast was actually turned off.
Qin Shu was not coming back today, so he turned off his computer, set an alarm, lay down on the bed and fell asleep quickly.
The next day was still a very busy day. I was so busy that I had to have a quick lunch.
But all the busyness ends in the evening.
With the contract casually tucked under his arm, he took a taxi and went home.
It's still early and the street lights on both sides of the road have just been turned on.
In the quiet car, the driver was taciturn, and Song Yunhui sat in the back seat and looked at his phone.
Perhaps because of the preparation made last time, the song review went unexpectedly fast this time, and when it reached the set point, it could be automatically released.
Now that the matter has been dealt with, the next few days will be his rest time.
秦書工作也是在今天完成，之前已經和他說過今晚會回來，明天正好可以一起去機場接葉敏和秦建遠。
這次他沒有直接坐到小區門口，而是在前面一個路口就下了車。
這附近雖然沒有特別多的店，但是有一個大超商，幾乎包攬了周圍居民的購物需要。
一邊走進超市，宋雲回一邊打開手機裏之前就已經列好的表單，之後順帶給陳晨發了條消息：
【我再來一次】
對方即使到了年終也還是要努力摸魚，立刻回了他的消息：
【重來一次，這次你要把失去的都拿回來！】
【所以這次是我自己投稿還是你自己投？】
宋雲回沒有再看他的消息，繼續看自己的購物清單。
這次他備齊了需要的所有材料，順帶還買了菜，要是小蛋糕順利的話，他還能一起把飯做了。
他來超市的時候正好趕上了晚上的買菜潮，大爺大媽很多。
看他安安靜靜在一邊選菜，熱心大媽再次出現。
這次不是一個熱心大媽，而是一個大媽姐妹團。
幾個人七嘴八舌教他怎麽挑菜，最後直接上手幫他挑，他最後直接從原本的中心逐漸到了邊緣。
大媽們直接把挑好的成品交給他。
拿着手裏的袋子，宋雲回笑了一下，眉眼彎彎，說了聲謝謝。
幾個大媽擺擺手之後離開，深藏功與名。
一切都進行得很順利。
從超商回到家，宋雲回先是摸了摸飛撲過來的橙子，等到橙子貼得盡興了，他這才拿着菜進廚房。
略長的碎發容易遮住視線，他找到平時橙子用來玩的小橡膠圈随意紮過頭發，之後挽起袖子。
他做的每一步之前都在腦海裏想過，做起來不至于手忙腳亂。
橙子就蹲在一邊看着他。
今天是個不搗亂的聽話小貓。
并且今天也是成功的香蕉小蛋糕。
烤箱打開的瞬間，聞到味道是時候宋雲回就已經知道小蛋糕成了。
……也不算太成。
有點癟，沒那麽蓬松。
他小嘗了一下，發現味道是正常的。
四舍五入，這樣也算成功了。
在第一時間找好角度，讓小蛋糕拍出來不那麽癟之後，他把照片發給了陳晨。
對方回了一個點。
小蛋糕完成之後就是晚飯。
宋雲回自知沒秦書那本事整大餐，炒了一個蔬菜，然後煮飯。
然後就沒了。
等到秦書回來後，迎接他的就是香蕉小蛋糕和炒蔬菜。
他學不會葉敏那樣熱情地誇人，但是他會認真把小蛋糕和炒蔬菜吃完。
忙碌的一天，兩人最後略過了平時的看電影環節，坐在沙發上照例聊了會兒天之後就上樓休息。
換上睡衣坐在床邊，宋雲回一連設了三個鬧鐘，之後躺平，安詳入睡。
早睡早起。
在第二天一早第一個鬧鐘響起來之前，宋雲回就已經睜開了眼睛。
現在天還沒怎麽亮，房間內一片昏暗。
他像是游魂一樣飄着坐起來，機械換衣，等到洗漱後這才算清醒了一些。
打開房間門，他剛好遇見已經換好衣服的秦書。
“早。”
***
宋宅
從早上開始，這棟大宅子裏就不再安靜。
宋家有在跨年前把屋子從上到下打掃幹淨一遍的習慣，今天正好宋成上班，徐薇出門，宋子舒一直在劇組沒有回來，唯一在家的反倒只有宋雲揚一個。
大掃除的時候正好能夠把宋雲回的東西重新搬回他原本的房間。
家裏的傭人對這種搬過去又搬回來的行為不敢有絲毫的怨言，只能照做。
他們先是把基本的家具重新搬了回去，之後把所有其餘的東西都搬到了房門外。
宋雲回的東西意外的不多，幾個大箱子裝完之後就沒有其他。
宋雲揚問：“他的東西就只有這些？”
搬東西的傭人并不是之前整理東西的人，站在邊上沒敢說話，之後是一邊的陳伯說：
“就是這些了。”
之前搬動的時他在一邊看着，沒有人有多餘的動作。
這就是宋雲回在這裏生活了二十多年的所有東西。
既然沒有任何異議，傭人就開始打開箱子，把裏面裝着的東西往裏搬。
箱子打開之後，宋雲揚這才發現，對方的東西不僅是看着少，實際上也很少。
幾個箱子擺在走廊裏，一眼看去就能看到所有的東西。
箱子裏占了大頭的就是衣服。
他自己買的應該是帶走了，剩下的一眼就能看出都是家裏其他人送的。
這些衣服很明顯，多半是深色，即使是隔着一層防塵罩，依然可以看出有些過于寬大，有的版型看着和普通衣服不太一樣。
打掃房間的傭人們已經把房間裏打掃幹淨，包括櫃子和桌面床面，衣服挂上衣架之後就可以直接放進櫃子裏。
“這些先不挂進去。”
傭人們動作着，宋雲揚突然出聲，說，“把這些先放回之前的房間。”
傭人們照做，拿着衣服過了走廊之後彼此間交換了一個眼神。
這宋宅，恐怕又有變化了。
“……”
幾個傭人拿着衣服離開，陳伯跟着宋雲揚進了房間。
今天天氣好，外面有陽光透過落地窗照進來，窗外的綠色樹影跟着輕輕晃了晃。
靜谧又溫暖。
陽光照進了空蕩的櫃子裏。
宋雲揚轉頭看向陳伯，說：
“今天忙完後麻煩陳伯訂一批衣服。”
“會按照二少爺的尺寸來訂的。”
陳伯點頭，之後問，“二少爺是要回來了嗎？”
對方這樣大費周章，剛好又趕在這個時間點，很難不說明什麽。
宋雲揚卻沒有回答。
他的手摸上木質的衣櫃，之後說：
“會回來的。”
陳伯先是頓了一下，之後安靜點頭。
那就是并不知道對方會不會回來。
屋裏少了個人，盡管短時間不明顯，但是時間久了，卻好像處處不一樣。
屋裏的這幾個主人家，除了宋成經常和他商量事情，最喜歡和他聊天的就是宋雲回。
從小到大，變化最大的是他，沒有變化的好像也是他。
小時候的宋雲回黏他，喊他“陳伯伯”，有好玩的會跟他分享，說不要讓其他人發現。
長大後“陳伯伯”就變成了“陳伯”，一樣的會和他聊天，和他分享一些好玩的事。
只是他自己變了。
這麽多年過去，自己也不知不覺像是變了一個人。
房間內并沒有安靜太久，幾個傭人手腳麻利，挂完衣服之後就快速回來。
他們開始把其他東西擺回原處。
宋雲揚站了一會兒，之後同樣開始幫忙。
他拿到的是一個用盒子裝起來的夜燈。
夜燈已經很舊，看得出來已經用了很久，但是平時有被珍惜對待，所以到現在打開電源還能用。
宋雲揚拿着手裏的東西站在房間裏，突然就失去了目标。
他不知道宋雲回平時的習慣，不知道手裏的夜燈該放在書桌上還是床頭櫃邊。
他突然發現自己好像什麽都不了解。
陳伯輕輕拿過他手裏的夜燈，說：
“還是我來吧。”
“……”
宋雲揚雙手緩緩放下，之後點頭，“有勞。”
結果對宋雲回房間布局記得最清楚的是這些傭人。
其原因也就是他們經常進來打掃，長年累月，無論如何都能記個七七.八八。
但也只有這七七.八八，其餘的東西他們也記不住，只能找個順手的地方放進去。
宋雲揚看着他們的動作，終于知道宋雲回東西為什麽那麽少。
因為對方似乎一直把房間保持成樣板房一樣幹淨，除了他們之前送的東西——包括在其他人看來很珍貴稀有的東西，其他就沒有留下絲毫屬于自己的東西。
他知道對方之前一直有在練字，但是他看剛才那些東西裏沒有一張宣紙。
毛筆倒是有，看上去也有了一段時間了。
對方練了這麽久，不應該什麽也沒留下。
陳伯像是看懂了他的想法，說：
“二少爺的書法作品都扔了。”
對方似乎從來沒有保存自己作品的想法，無論是怎樣的作品，對方都像對待的不是自己的成果一樣。
他有幾次在對方扔的時候看到了上面的字。
那些連他都覺得驚豔，認為無法複刻出第二遍的字就這麽輕易的進了垃圾桶。
但是對方扔得毫不猶豫，淺色的瞳孔裏沒有絲毫波動。
直到注意到他，對方才側過頭來，臉上帶笑，喊了一聲“陳伯”。
“……”
陳伯移開視線，沒有再看那幾只毛筆，而是走到房間外的走廊看了一眼，問：
“還有多少東西沒有搬？”
傭人回他：“就剩最後一個箱子了。”
分明不長的時間，宋雲回的東西卻這麽輕易的就快要搬完。
最後一箱的東西很少，連箱子的一半都沒有裝滿，很快就可以清空。
直到所有的箱子裏的東西都不剩，其他人把箱子收好離開，宋雲揚站在房間裏，看着和自己之前隐隐的記憶裏沒什麽差別的房間。
他不記得這個房間長什麽樣，但總覺得，和之前應該是沒什麽差別。
他轉過頭，看向跟着站在旁邊的陳伯，問：
“他帶了什麽走？”
Uncle Chen pushed his glasses up, as if he was thinking.
——He knew what the other party took away.
But the more I know, the less I dare to speak.
The other party only took away the clothes he bought, books, and photos with Xu Wenhui.
There are only photos of the two of them.
He left all the other photos at the bottom of the cabinet.