Song Cheng also remembered.

Someone had told them about it before it came out in the news.

As a punishment for doing such a thing, he immediately blocked Song Yunhui's card.

But in reality, it doesn't seem to make any difference whether you stop or not.

The card was suspended, and the hospital fees and other expenses were calculated separately. He was busy, so the matter fell on Song Yunyang.

Song Yunyang thought about it for a moment.

He remembered that he asked his assistant to handle the matter.

The assistant did not report the incident to him afterwards.

It should be someone else, or Song Yunhui paid the medical expenses himself.

If he paid for it himself, it means he has money on hand, and he would not spend a penny even if he had the card with him.

The actual impact of suspending the card on the other party may not be significant, but it more reflects their attitude, which is the key.

They never found the opportunity to explain this contradiction clearly.

But Song Cheng never mentioned this matter, perhaps he had forgotten it, or he was avoiding it.

"Dad," Song Yunyang said, "maybe sometimes you need to bow your head, too."

They haven't been in touch for too long.

The matter will never be resolved if it remains at this stalemate.

Song Cheng glanced at him, then put his hand on the study door handle and said, "It's late, go to bed first."

Song Yunyang said "OK".

Song Cheng went into the study alone.

Maybe it was due to his long-standing habit, or maybe people tend to prefer stability after reaching a certain age, his study has remained the same from a long time ago to now.

Only some minor details have changed.

There is a story behind every change.

Things from the past that I hadn't thought about for a long time reappeared in my mind.

There are too many memories everywhere in this home.

He was still young at that time, and Song Yunyang was also very young. He would chase him and ask questions, and then be coaxed and tricked out of the room by Xu Wenhui.

Later, Song Yunhui was born, and the two children could run and jump and run around the house. Song Yunyang liked to imitate him by reading several useless documents carefully. He could not recognize many words, but he learned well. Song Yunhui liked to sit on his lap and watch him work, but he would not sit for long before swinging his legs and planning to run off to play.

After that, there was one less person in the room.

When more people came into the room again, his study became quiet.

Song Yunyang had been abroad for a long time. Song Yunhui would go out and play with other children, but later he stayed at home more often, in the piano room or his own room. Song Zishu was still young and not in good health. Xu Wei warned him not to enter the study room at will, so he often played with toys in his room or the living room.

With a new person in the family, the old photos are no longer suitable to be displayed on the table and can only be put in the cabinet.

The teacup set that Xu Wenhui loved to use was no longer suitable to be placed in the kitchen, so he asked the maid to take it to his study and put it deep in the cabinet.

Song Yunhui would occasionally come to his study and squat beside the cabinet to quietly practice calligraphy or do exercises.

He asked him to write on the table, but he shook his head and insisted on writing in that place.

There was only a cupboard and no suitable place to write, so he asked Uncle Chen to set up a small table and a carpet there.

After having the small table and the carpet, Song Yun came back here more often.

Later, Song Zishu was looking out the door, and half of the small table was given to him.

Not long after that, Song Yunhui never came here again and stayed in the piano room more often. Song Zishu also didn't like playing in this corner, so Uncle Chen took the small table away again.

No matter how it changes, it's still the same.

As the night deepened, the lights on in the house became fewer and fewer, and then it was completely dark except for the lights in the corridor.

The next day, everyone in the house got up early.

After having breakfast together, visitors began to appear.

Most of the visitors were acquaintances from the neighborhood, holding gifts and wishing a happy New Year.

There was no need to tell them anything, as Uncle Chen had already prepared the return gifts early in the morning, and the servants worked diligently. Song Cheng chatted with the visitor, while Xu Wei chatted with the other party's wife.

If the other party brought younger people with them, Song Zishu would be responsible for chatting. Song Yunyang would mostly sit next to Song Cheng and help him deal with the visiting CEOs and directors.

The people who came to chat this time were almost the same group of people who had come a long time ago.

Most of the houses around here are old. Except for those who moved to other places due to business changes or sold their houses due to bankruptcy, the rest of the people will come back here during the Chinese New Year.

This is a social circle that cannot be ignored.

The older generation is still the same people, but the younger generation has grown up a lot. When they were young, they could play together, but now that they have grown up, they have to think about how to be polite even when speaking to each other.

This was the first time Song Zishu faced such a situation.

When Song Yunhui was here before, dealing with the younger generation was usually left to him. No matter what they said, he would talk back without leaving a trace, and he only needed to sit on the side and listen to the compliments from time to time.

Now that he was actually face to face with the other person, he held the teacup in his hand, but he couldn't think of what to say.

He knew from the beginning that he was not cut out for business, so he had no idea about this. These people could usually chat about things in the circle, but when he thought about the trend of the Internet in the past two days, he couldn't act rashly, for fear that saying one more word would bring him into trouble.

Without saying anything, the kid opposite me tilted his head and asked:

"Where's Song Yunhui? Did he go out?"

It's a very simple sentence to break the awkwardness.

He didn't know what happened in the Song family. He saw the news online and thought of mentioning the other party's previous rescue and then exaggerating it to open the topic.

Another reason was that when he came to visit last year, he still couldn't stand Song Yunhui and couldn't help but say a few sarcastic words to him. Now he wanted to apologize.

Song Zishu seemed to have no idea what was going on and just sat there without saying a word.

The younger generation was puzzled, and then Song Yunyang said:

"He's still busy out there."

The young man nodded, still somewhat confused, but chose to keep silent and not really ask.

There was a lot of buzz about Song Yun’s retirement from the entertainment industry before. He didn’t know what else he could do after retiring, but he didn’t say it out loud.

Knowing that other guests were coming, the family did not stay for long. They had a cup of tea and left.

It was not until they actually walked out of the gate and got into the car that the boss, who had just been chatting with Song Cheng and Song Yunyang, turned around and asked his wife, "

"How do you feel about those two kids?"

"Mr. Song's eldest son is really good. He is always very interactive when talking to you," said his wife, who was sitting next to him. "It's just that his youngest son doesn't seem to be in a very good mood, probably because of the recent things happening online."

Not only was he not in a very good mood, he seemed to be still sleepy and could hardly answer any questions.

The kid sitting in the back nodded, "That's a bit of a feeling."

It seems like the other person hasn't changed much since he was a child.

When they were young, they had never seen such a child here. A lot of people loved him and coaxed him and praised him. Whenever he encountered problems, they would help him out. He didn't have to do anything but stand behind.

It seems to be the same now, the opponent still seems to be missing someone standing in front of him.

Uncle Chen stood at the door and watched the car go farther and farther away. Just when he was about to turn around and go back, he heard the sound of wheels rolling on the road again.

Someone else is coming.

"welcome."

He bent slightly:

"Mr. Zhong, Mrs. Zhong."

In the living room, the tea brewed last time had been removed and replaced with new tea.

The guests sitting opposite the sofa have changed.

The Zhong couple and Zhong Xu sat down.

The Zhong family and the Song family have always been on good terms. Last year it was the Song family that visited the Zhong family, and this year it is their turn to come.

Song Yunyang first met Zhong Xu's eyes, then looked away and greeted the two elders.

Song Zishu also greeted them one by one.

Mr. Zhong asked, "Is Yunhui not at home today?"

This question seems to come up every time.

When Song Yunyang was still preparing to use the same excuse as before, Mrs. Zhong smiled and said:

"Yun Hui is old enough now, maybe he will spend the New Year with someone else this year."

It was just a seemingly plausible joke, and several people laughed, except for Song Yunyang and Zhong Xu, who did not look that happy.

Song Yunyang brought over the tea and said, "Yunhui is just a little busy this year, and will be back soon."

Mrs. Zhong waved her hand and smiled: "That's true. Nowadays, children don't fall in love. If Yun Hui comes back, he must come to see him. He and Zhong Xu haven't seen each other for a long time."

Song Cheng agreed, Song Yunyang stood aside without saying anything, and Song Zishu also remained silent.

After this topic was over, the few people, as usual, showed concern for Song Zishu's health and told him to take care of his health. Then they picked up the tea and took a sip.

It was a very harmonious meeting, but Zhong Xu was absent-minded.

***

On New Year's Day, Song Yunhui woke up and before he could open his eyes, he saw Chengzi lying in wait under the quilt, seemingly preparing for parkour.

The cat was at home last night, and he was afraid that Orange would get out of the quilt in the middle of the night and catch a cold, so he turned up the air conditioner temperature a little. The temperature difference inside and outside the quilt was not much, so it was not so difficult for him to get up this time.

Perhaps his body had awakened but his soul had not. He closed his eyes while getting dressed, and when he opened his eyes again, his vision was still blurry.

I got out of bed holding Orange in my arms, and watched the kitten sticking its head out of the window. It looked like it was having a hard time, so I carried him over there.

Song Yunhui yawned and pulled open the curtains, forcing out a drop of physiological saline. When he opened his eyes again, all he could see was white.

It snowed and is still snowing.

The snow must have started falling in the evening, and by now it looks like a thick layer has accumulated.

Orange seemed very curious about the outside world and kept waving his paws at the glass window.

Song Yunhui lowered his head, touched the little cat's head, and asked:

"Want to go out and play?"

The kitten probably understood the three words "go out and play". Its ears were twitching and it kept meowing.

Song Yunhui then carried the kitten downstairs.

When he went downstairs, Qin Shu was already there.

橙子看見他，貓言貓語一頓輸出，雖然聽不懂它在說什麽，但能感受到它的急切。

宋雲回幫它翻譯：“想出去玩雪。”

“吃完早飯再出去。”

秦書從冰箱裏拿出一袋湯圓，邊拆開邊說，“媽他們已經醒了，你去叫一下他們，說要吃飯了。”

宋雲回于是抱着橙子去叫人。

門一打開，葉敏一見他就笑，順帶揉把了一下他手裏的橙子，說馬上就來。

等到一桌四個人坐上桌的時候，橙子也在下面低頭幹飯。

秦書很嚴，說不吃飯就不帶它出去玩。

橙子可太想出去玩了，當了一回好貓貓。

吃完飯，葉敏和秦建遠折騰不動，就在客廳看電視，宋雲回和秦書陪着橙子出門玩。

就在出門的前一刻，就差最後一步就能出門的橙子重新被帶回了客廳。

葉敏給它穿了件小棉衣，白色的，上邊還有一個大太陽花。

這是來自奶奶的愛。

橙子穿上了衣服，終于可以出門。

院子裏門關着，橙子在旁邊有人在的時候不會亂跑，只要在院子裏就可以盡情撒歡。

一直在南方的小貓咪還沒怎麽見過雪，宋雲回把它放下來的時候它站在地磚上，還沒敢踩雪上去。

它反複伸爪，然後反複縮回去，虛張聲勢，試圖吓壞雪的膽子。

宋雲回在一邊笑得直拍秦書，之後拿出手機蹲下拍貓貓。

他拍貓，秦書彎腰拍他帽子。

宋雲回回頭：“咋？”

秦書提醒他：“你不給你的直播攢點時長？”

宋雲回身形一僵。

是哦，已經完全忘了這回事。

這個月下旬開始就是春節，那個時候他應該不會想去補那個時長。

他也不敢再趕時長了。

【豆漿不喝】這個號在他第一次告訴他們《橙子之歌》的時候就沒想過保得住，但事後其他人都對此沒什麽反應，他也就漸漸忘了這回事。

直到上次他為了留出月末的時間在下旬剛開始的時候瘋狂補時長補到淩晨兩點半的時候，人在外地的秦書終于忍無可忍給他發了條消息，讓他早點睡。

這層搖搖欲墜的窗戶紙就這麽戳破了。

所以他之後的直播時間才陽間了不少。

沒想到是多了一個監工。

宋雲回拿出手機戳戳戳，之後翻轉攝像頭對準橙子，開了直播。

【點擊就看小貓和雪打架】

直播剛開就進來不少人，大概是看到平臺自帶的消息提示進來的。

“嗡——”

一陣短暫微弱的嗡鳴聲響起，宋雲回轉頭看了眼秦書的衣服口袋，之後又移回視線。

橙子在這徘徊猶豫了半天，先是對着雪虛張聲勢喵喵叫，之後又采用迂回策略，反複繞圈，試圖趁雪不備搞偷襲。

【真有你的豆漿，好陽間！】

【豆漿早上好！哈哈哈哈哈這個貓貓是要幹什麽！試圖轉圈圈繞暈對手嗎？】

【怎麽會有這麽可愛的貓貓！！！快來讓ee親一個！】

【我也不想流口水，但是它還背着太陽花诶！】

【雪！！！（南方人狂喜）】

【這就是南方人誘捕器吧】

【并不，有的北方人也沒見過雪［抹淚.jpg］】

宋雲回更多時候是看着橙子反複嘗試，之後看了眼彈幕，眼睛微眯。

“早上好。”

橙子聽見他的聲音，動作一頓，之後發現好像不是在對自己說話之後又開始專心對付眼前的對手。

可喜可賀，它終于勇敢地邁出了第一步。

——就是動作弧度有點大，積雪被它爪子刨得飛起，還落了些碎雪在小貓頭上。

橙子抖了抖，把雪花抖掉之爪子慢慢落在雪地上。

……好像沒有什麽攻擊性。

它再往前走了一步。

擡起爪子的時候，一朵小梅花就這麽完成了。

宋雲回手機開着直播不方便拍，于是拍拍一邊的秦書，“快快快，拍一張。”

他蹲在地上，随手拍剛好能拍到對方的衣擺。

秦書拿出手機拍了張，彎腰把照片遞給他看。

宋雲回誇贊：“好看，到時候發我。”

【！原來旁邊還有人】

【成熟的觀衆已經學會了自己截屏】

【怎麽會有這麽可愛的小貓咪！】

【貓貓叫什麽名字呀！】

宋雲回掃了眼彈幕，之後說：

“叫橙子，朋友的貓。”

一瞬間，彈幕靜了一下。

之後陡然增加。

【原來《橙子之歌》真的有原型！原來是叫橙子的貓貓！我還一直在琢磨橙子跟歌詞有什麽關系】

【《橙子之歌》原來是這麽來的！寫給橙子的歌！】

【原來是貓貓叫橙子！】

【那《芹蔥之歌》真的是根據名字來的！寫給朋友的歌，就是寫給秦總的歌！救命！】

【我也想要這樣的友情！快給我！快！】

【所以以後秦總要叫芹總了嗎［期待貓貓頭.jpg］】

【所以是朋友在身邊嗎？】

【芹總哈哈哈哈哈，印象瞬間就變了】

【那蔥怎麽來的？】

宋雲回暫時沒看彈幕。

他還在看着橙子在雪地裏不是很熟練地走，邊看邊樂。

橙子的四肢配合得不是很好，毛茸茸的身影在雪地裏慢慢挪動。

大概是奶奶的棉襖确實溫暖，對方這麽冷的天看起來完全不帶怕，之後越走越快，最後直接小步跑了起來。

它看上去似乎很開心，在雪地裏蹦來蹦去，大尾巴掃來掃去，心情很不錯。

大黃色太陽花在雪地裏很顯眼，一眼就能注意到。

注意到秦書同樣在自己身邊蹲下，宋雲回擡起手肘支了下他，問：

“橙子不會凍得腳僵嗎？”

看了眼跑到快沒影之後又跑回來的橙子，秦書說：

“它冷了會自己回來。”

【小貓咪笨笨，但是小貓咪不是什麽都不懂】

【這個聲音？？？是我聽覺出問題了嗎？】

【可能我耳朵也有問題救命！】

【雖然但是，我也聽出來來了（。）這個聲音真的超級無敵好認】

【你們在注意這個，只有我看着貓貓跑老好遠】

貓貓跑老好遠，但是又跑回來了。

它jio有些被凍得慌。

橙子好像很懂這個時候該找誰，沒有像平時那樣第一時間和宋雲回貼貼，而是扒拉住了秦書。

秦書于是把它抱起來，骨節分明的手指合攏，握住了白色小手套。

宋雲回笑眯眯看它，“很溫暖是不是。”

橙子不知道有沒有聽懂，喵喵回了兩句。

即使疑似被遺忘，直播間裏的水友已經學會了內部唠嗑，依然唠得起勁。

【哈哈豆漿你怎麽這麽懂的感覺！】

【豆漿拉過嗎這麽懂】

豆漿拉沒拉過不知道，但是他們知道橙子要走了。

秦書抱着橙子往門口走，想帶它回房間溫暖一下先，但是對方不樂意，發現自己在往家門移動後就開始喵喵叫，死活不樂意回去。

“……”

宋雲回沉默着看了眼它還被捂着的估計還僵着的爪子。

又菜又愛玩。

秦書又蹲回來了。

宋雲回關直播的手停住，之後說了句：“歡迎回來。”

秦書笑了聲。

現在橙子還在人懷裏乖乖被抱着，宋雲回得了空，終于可以看一眼手機。

他最先看的是彈幕，之後是時長。

他發現彈幕一溜都是在問他【感覺怎麽樣】。

什麽感覺怎麽樣？

也就一會兒沒看手機，宋雲回發現自己居然已經跟不上這些水友的速度了，于是只能往上翻，試圖翻出點什麽線索。

但是直播間人有點多，彈幕也多，他翻了會兒，看到的是說橙子秦書手套看起來很好摸的樣子。

應該就是問的這個。

他說：“很好摸，晚上睡覺的時候摸起來可舒服。”

【？這麽勁爆嗎】

【這真是我們能聽的內容嗎？】

【話說豆漿說的跟我們說的是同一個東西嗎？】

聽見旁邊人的聲音，秦書擡眼問：“什麽摸起來舒服？”

“他們問橙子的爪子摸起來感覺怎麽樣。”

橙子的爪子摸起來已經重新變得溫暖。

小貓咪又有了力量，掙紮着從秦書手中逃脫，又輕飄飄落了地。

它又撒歡去了。

宋雲回就笑眯眯看着貓貓跑酷。

貓貓跑着跑着，結果中途調轉了個方向，向着另外一邊跑。

它在往隔壁去。

兩人原本還在一邊看着橙子動作，結果看到對方跳上圍欄的時候動作一頓。

——隔壁橙子已經去過很多次，也算是它的領地。

房子裝修到一半，還有很多東西堆在院子裏，一些釘子類的零部件也不少，一些不小心掉落在地上的現在應該被埋進了雪裏。

秦書站起來的同時宋雲回也站起來了。

“秦小書你幫我拿下手機。”

對方是這麽說的。

手裏一沉，一個稍微帶着點溫度的手機就這麽到了他手裏。

秦書的反應很快，手機到手的瞬間鏡頭就朝下對着地板，一點多餘的東西也沒拍進去。

【好暈！師傅慢點好暈】

【剛是有發生什麽事嗎！我啥都沒看見就被扔掉了嗚嗚嗚】

【好家夥動作好快！！】

彈幕還在繼續，但沒人看。

秦書看着宋雲回很快追了上去。

對方即使是再雪裏，腳步也絲毫不含糊。

When he was three or two steps closer to the fence, he increased his speed, supported himself on the fence with one hand and crossed over, making a series of sharp sounds that broke through the air.

The slightly long black hair flew back as he moved, forming a neat arc.