Song Yunhui has become proficient in the process of starting a live broadcast.

He opened a live broadcast room, and then changed the name of the room to "Click to do homework". He hesitated between "Leisure Area" and "Study Area" and then chose "Chatting Area".

The camera was aimed at an empty desktop with nothing on it except for a few A4 papers and pens.

Everything is ready, he starts the live broadcast.

Because yesterday's advance preview was like a preview, many people were already waiting in advance, and many people flocked in after the show started.

Perhaps it was because it was announced in advance that today was a special learning session. Although he usually didn't pay much attention to the number of viewers, Song Yunhui still noticed that the number of people coming in seemed to be less than usual.

There are fewer people, but more barrages. As soon as you come in, they are densely packed and keep refreshing. They are all in a long string. You can see a few letters and numbers at a glance.

The private messages in the background kept popping up, ding-dong-donging non-stop.

These people obviously came prepared and their purpose was very clear.

Before Song Yunhui could even say hello, he put down the pen he had just picked up, then picked up the phone beside him and turned off the private message function.

After turning off private messages, messages that were previously sent but stuck still pop up from time to time.

You can see their urgency.

"Hello everyone."

Song Yunhui's voice remained the same as usual, and with a slight smile, he said, "You guys have a lot of homework."

It is a sound that can easily soothe people's nerves.

[Help!!! Death final week, and the previous regular homework, or else I'll be killed! ]

[It’s not a lot, it’s really a lot, and it’s very difficult!! I’ll leave it all to the soy milk! ]

[I am looking forward to reviewing my advanced mathematics here at Soy Milk]

[My mental state is very good. It's just a few dozen pages of linear algebra questions. I can finish them very quickly. I can even do them while watching the soy milk live broadcast. Haha, my mental state is very good.]

[Finally, I waited until soy milk came up again. It’s really not easy.]

After scanning the barrage, Song Yun replied: "The private message has been temporarily closed. I will look at the next wave after finishing this batch of questions."

[End, my hand speed is slow, I can only wait for the next batch]

Those who failed to catch up were filled with regret, while those who accidentally entered the live broadcast room while wandering around the chat area were confused.

[Is this the chat area I know? ? This strong learning atmosphere scared me so much that I dared not to continue playing. How could this be?]

[Correct, to the point, chatting is the host chatting with the audience, how come talking about the topic is not considered another kind of chatting? (covering face in pain)]

While they were chatting, Song Yunhui had already started to open the first private message sent to read the title.

What he said before about liking to write and draw on the draft paper was not a lie. Now, with his eyes still on the screen, his hands have already begun to write and draw unconsciously, listing the key information in a row.

He was drafting horizontally and vertically, and others were originally following him, but then they stopped.

[Soy milk! I can’t see it! The camera wasn’t adjusted properly, so I can’t see the second half]

[I can't see (sound of shock——)]

[I'm so anxious, soy milk, look up at us]

Fortunately, when Song Yun looked up at the question, he also took a look at the bullet screen.

After taking a look at the screen in the live broadcast room, he found that he could not see the second half. He put down the pen in his hand and slightly adjusted the camera.

The second half of the draft paper finally came out, and along with it, the festive-looking bed also came out.

In a way, this red piece attracts more attention than the draft paper.

While studying, one can be interested in anything except studying.

The original topic suddenly took a turn.

【??? However, I still want to ask, did Doujiang get married while we were away?】

[How festive! So, is soy milk getting married? ]

[Oh my goodness, I burst into tears instantly, who stole my soy milk! ]

[This, this, this… Is it my eyes or something else [Big Dog Eyes.jpg]]

Some people gave the reward with remorse, saying it was just a gift.

When Song Yunhui finally adjusted the camera and looked at the barrage again, he found that he could no longer keep up with the pace of the netizens in the live broadcast room.

"?"

He was a little confused, swiped the screen upwards, then turned around and looked at the sheets.

"No," he said, "the previous sheets were soaked by water, so I just changed the whole set."

After he finished his explanation, there was a series of bullet screens.

He took a look and didn't know how to describe it, but he felt that these people were relaxed but also a little regretful.

What are these people regretting?

It was getting late, so we couldn't continue chatting. After taking a final look at the topic on the screen, Song Yun replied:

"Okay, let's look at the first question."

I spent the whole morning looking at and doing questions over and over again.

The result of getting up early was that although Song Yunhui's mind was still working, he had actually changed from sitting up straight to doing the questions with his face supported by his hand, his long eyelashes fluttering down, and yawning silently from time to time.

After finishing the last question of the first batch, Song Yun put down his pen and was about to send the second wave of private messages when there was a knock on the door.

There was a very light knock on the door, just enough to be noticed.

Song Yunhui stopped what he was doing for the moment, stood up and opened the door.

It was Qin Shu standing outside the door.

He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, using his usual little dinosaur cup.

The cup that he usually liked to hold with both hands seemed unexpectedly small in the other person's hands.

Qin Shu said, "I made some coffee and thought you might need some too."

Song Yunhui smiled, his eyebrows curved.

After delivering the coffee, the other party did not stay any longer, turned around, closed the door and left.

Song Yunhui returned to his seat with the coffee in his hand and slumped lazily on the backrest.

He took a sip of coffee slowly, then said:

"Take a break at halftime."

Those who were studying seriously had actually studied for the whole morning and were now feeling tired, so they quickly entered into a happy chat time.

They had heard faint conversations just now, but because they were too far away, they couldn't hear them clearly, which made them feel very anxious.

[Who was that person outside just now? Is Doujiang single? ]

[Yes, curious +1, is soy milk still single? ]

[I feel that Doujiang is rich, talented, and has a nice voice. Theoretically, he should have been single a long time ago. But friends, please pay attention. This man is called Doujiang, and he has never written a song about love [狗嘴玫瑰.jpg]]

[I just say hi! Wife! ]

The coffee is hot, and the temperature is transmitted to the palm of your hand through the wall of the cup. It is not too hot, but very warm.

Song Yunhui held the coffee cup in his hand and turned his head slightly to take a look at the bullet screen.

His eyebrows raised slightly and his eyelashes trembled a little in surprise. He didn't expect these people to change the topic so quickly.

He said: "I'm single and I don't plan to date."

The previous decision to be responsible for Qin Shu is another matter.

【! That means you are still single! That’s a good relationship! I’m also single, so talk to me! 】

[What kind of person does Soy Milk like? Tell me and I’ll give up.]

[Gentlemen, gossip is a common human nature. I almost fell asleep while doing the homework just now, but now I feel that there is no one in the world more energetic than me (cute cat head)]

"What kind of person do you like..."

Song Yunhui took a sip of coffee slowly and tapped his fingers casually on the table unconsciously, as if he was really chatting with a friend.

He changed his sitting position and thought for a while.

In the silence, he said:

"Maybe it's more interesting and more self-centered?"

I have often heard of this, but this is the first time that netizens have heard of the requirement of “self”.

[I don’t know if it counts as interesting, but I’m sure it counts as interesting]

[End! My secret food! I don’t know if Qin Zong is a self-centered person or not, but she doesn’t seem to be interesting at all [crying cat head.jpg]]

[Old cadre Qin Xiaoshu left the battlefield in tears]

[Buy external compress! This is me! Honey, here I come! 】

After scanning the bullet screen, Song Yunhui was about to say something, but then he noticed the time and realized that they had been chatting for too long, so he paused.

He put the coffee aside, picked up the pen in his right hand again, and took out his phone with his left hand to start sending private messages.

Some people appear to be chatting casually, but actually they post questions immediately after the private message is released, faster than anyone else.

Those netizens who were really into chatting followed behind, looking at the private messages that had been restricted with a confused look on their faces.

Finished, have to wait for the next wave.

A cup of coffee can keep your brain going for a long time.

It was not until noon that Song Yun looked back at the time and saw a message pop up on his phone. He put down the pen in his hand and said:

"It's time for lunch. That's all for today. Study hard. Goodbye everyone."

After he finished speaking, he turned off the live broadcast so quickly that the screen went black before others even had time to watch.

Song Yunhui went downstairs with the little dinosaur water cup that he had already drunk.

Qin Shugang sent him a message saying it was time for lunch.

Ye Min and Qin Jianyuan were going to visit an old friend who lived in City A. They planned to stay there for two days before coming back, so they would be the only ones left at home.

In the afternoon, the two took Orange, who was reluctant to go out, to the pet hospital for a routine checkup.

Maybe it was because it had just been scolded by Qin Xiaoshu for something it had done wrong today and had not been given any dried fish as a punishment at noon, so it has become a lot more obedient. It was very resistant when going out, but very quiet when being checked, a very good little cat.

Before the test results came out, Song Yunhui and Qin Shu took a walk around the area, hiding from Chengzi what they had eaten and taking some photos, before returning to the hospital to get the results.

The kitten is very healthy, its weight is increasing steadily, and it is not shy. It can get close to the doctor in the hospital. When it left, the doctor kept praising the kitten for being cute.

Still carrying the oranges, the two of them did not continue shopping this time, but went straight home.

It gets dark early in the winter evenings. By the time they get home after dinner and finish washing the dishes, it has already darkened and the street lights outside have come on.

秦書問宋雲回：“小區外面有個小公園，要出去走走嗎？”

坐在沙發上癱平的宋雲回站起來，用實際行動表示自己要去。

一直戴着外套帽子不方便，他今天再次拿出了自己的棒球帽壓頭上，加上大圍巾，準備妥當。

橙子沒有想出去的欲望，吃完飯就懶得動彈，癱在自己窩裏就開始睡大覺。

門內門外像是兩個世界。

冷風一吹，宋雲回剛吃完飯興起的一點點困意瞬間沒了。

小公園離這裏不算太遠，只要沿着路一直走就再繞一小段路就可以到。

你們這邊房屋稀疏，人少，路上只有他們兩人在走。

宋雲回依然是農民揣，整個脖子都縮在了圍巾裏。

秦書低頭看他，收回視線。

再低頭看他。

垂在空中的手微微動了下，他最後還是把話咽了回去。

晚上出門溜達的人少，但不是沒有，公園中心的廣場上更是載歌載舞。

在這種嚴寒天，唯一每天堅持出門鍛煉的大概就是廣場舞大隊。

燈光打下，音響擺在最前邊，小廣場裏的人意外的多。

其中在跳廣場舞的大部分都是大爺大媽，穿着稍微薄一點的羽絨服在那裏蹦來蹦去，其他的大部分是孩子，在一邊繞來繞去地跑，有小情侶坐在一邊的長椅上擠在一堆取暖，還有其他不知道為什麽來這裏就坐着看手機的年輕人。

宋雲回保持農民揣，有些好奇，在一邊認真看着大爺大媽跳。

這些大爺大媽們還挺專業，前面有領舞，後面的人就跟着領舞跳。

他們放的歌都很有年代感且節奏性很強，就算音樂停了那股子旋律也還在腦子裏轉。

宋雲回好奇，再湊近了些。

一個大媽發現了他。

大媽熱情朝他招手，說：

“孩子來一起啊，跳起來很好玩！”

大媽的熱情引起了其他大媽的注意，大家熱情拉他入夥。

宋雲回入夥了。

他把圍巾稍稍扯開透氣一些，之後站在大媽身後跟着她們的動作不是很熟練地照着做。

因為是第一次跳，他動作經常性慢半拍，跟在後面莫名顯眼。

不狼狽，反倒看上去很好玩，有一種平時沒有的說不出來的感覺。

旁邊大媽誇他：“跳得很好！”

看來是個鼓勵式的家長。

宋雲回轉頭看向秦書。

秦書在他轉頭之前就已經拿出手機在開始拍。

鏡頭裏，戴着紅色圍巾的人迎着逆光，對着鏡頭笑得眉眼彎彎，呼出的熱氣在逆光下看得清楚。

大爺大媽隊伍裏多了一個年輕人，動作總是慢半拍，小朋友覺得好玩，沒有再圍着廣場繞圈圈，站在一邊也跟着跳。

他們來得或許不算晚。

等到之後，來小廣場的人越來越多，廣場舞隊伍不斷壯大，不少年輕人也加了進來，混在人群裏亂扭動。

慢半拍的人終于不止宋雲回一個。

在一衆年輕人裏，他甚至算得上正常的。

有的人在裏面渾水摸魚，摸到被同伴嘲笑，後來發展成互相嘲笑。

中場休息時間，勞累了一天的宋師傅終于扯開了他的圍巾虛虛搭在身上，之後靠近秦書，壓低了聲音小聲說：

“今天我先練着，等我學會後就回家教你。”

他們在家悄悄練習，然後驚豔小廣場裏的所有人。

秦書配合他，微彎了腰，在他耳邊同樣低聲說：“好。”

兩個人如此說好。

但是計劃趕不上變化。

下一首歌響起的瞬間，宋雲回虎軀一震，動作一僵，随後不自覺把圍巾向上拉高了些，悄摸摸退出了廣場舞隊伍。

他稍稍往秦書身邊站了站，還沒反應過來。

……他是真的沒想到自己寫的歌有被改成廣場舞曲的一天。

感覺每踩一個節拍都像是把自己腦子裏的譜子踩得稀碎。

他只能遺憾退場，盡快遠離這個是非之地。

秦書和他一起離開。

離開了小廣場之後，路上的人又變得少了起來。

宋雲回剛才蹦了半天，有些熱，把圍巾摘下了。

秦書自覺接過圍巾，他剛好就可以空出手來調整一下自己的帽子。

放下弄帽檐的手，隔着層層樹影看向小廣場，宋雲回之後收回視線，擡頭看向秦書，說：

“等以後我們都是老頭子了，到時候就是廣場舞裏最拔尖的老頭子。”

秦書笑了下，對他這個偉大願景表示肯定。

夜色沉沉，路邊的燈光延伸開來，逐漸彙入成城市燈光中的一點。

燈火通明的大廈之下，黑夜的酒吧是年輕人宣洩的場所。

依舊是熟悉的卡座，只是這次人多了不少。

接近過年，平時國內國外到處跑的人終于舍得回到這裏，幾個交好的人決定在這個老地方碰面。

只是這次跟之前不一樣，不止有幾個朋友，順帶還有他們帶來的人。

鐘許依舊是晚到的那一個。

越是到這個時候公司就越是忙，員工需要加班，他也是。

平時幾個人坐起來還寬了一大截的座椅現在卻剛好剩兩個位置一樣。

“大精英，每天都這麽忙。”

張賈坐在人堆裏，看到他來了之後就站起來遞給他一個水杯。

鐘許喝了一口。

跟上次一樣，純純的白開水。

張賈揉着腦袋笑，裝得體貼溫柔，說：“這不是看你風塵樸樸，特意給你潤潤嗓子。”

“怎麽說。”

一個人反反複複看了幾眼鐘許身後，沒見着其他人影，眼睛稍稍睜大，有些疑惑地問道：

“鐘哥一個人來的？”

他這個話一出，其他人也跟着往後面看過去。

的确沒半個人影。

今天這個局不一樣，是他們的老傳統，會帶上他們的男女朋友來這裏，不管是真是假，算是介紹給其他人認識認識。

帶的人是真是假他們會在群裏提前說，現在上面催得厲害，過年要是不帶一個人回家就得被唠半天，有人沒想被家裏人唠了之後被親戚唠，帶了個臨時的女朋友或者男朋友回家，兩人相互合作或者單方面出錢雇傭，這就是假。如果是真的就認識認識，算是給所有人知會一聲，讓幫忙擔待着點。假的也得混個臉熟，避免到時候要是在哪個宴上碰着了結果完全認不出對方，被別人察覺出端倪。

之前在群裏提前說明的時候鐘許沒出聲，但是聯系到最近的新聞，他們默認了對方會帶人來，還想着好好打個招呼。

他們平時不會沒事就打個電話去問人家談戀愛沒有，覺得鐘許這種人要是真沒有什麽事的話不會平白無故傳出這些消息來，猜到了對方最近應該是有動靜。

結果他們做好準備了，對方卻是一個人來的。

多少有點出乎意料了。

張賈重新坐下，沒去看鐘許臉，視線下移，看到他脖子上還系着那小破圍巾。

對方把圍巾摘下折好放包裏，之後拿過一杯真酒喝了一口。

這是默認他的确是有一個人來的了。

幾個或真或假的男女朋友看着這個似乎和周圍這些不太搭調的人。

上流社會佼佼者，無可反駁的精英，沒有表情時像是和所有人隔着一段距離。

張賈質問他為什麽沒把他辛苦遞的水喝完，他松開領帶往後一仰靠在沙發上，懶散露出個笑。

他這一笑瞬間就對味了。

果然不是同一類人坐不到一堆。

人到齊了，幾個拖家帶口的把身邊人介紹了，酒走過一圈，氣氛瞬間就活絡起來了。

幾個借來的男女朋友自覺找了理由離開，剩下人更放得開了些。

喝了酒，所有人的話匣子都打開了，有人問鐘許，說：

“怎麽今年還單着，真打算和工作過年？”

他們這幾個裏面被催得最緊的大概就是鐘許，不少人都盯着，想看他到底是個什麽想法。

他們一直以為對方對宋家那宋子舒有意思，明裏暗裏護了好幾回，最近傳的也是他們兩個的消息，但是看對方現在這态度來看，又不像那麽回事。

鐘許還是那句話：“明年再說。”

問的人說：“已經新的一年了哥。”

“別淨往我身上扯，都新的一年了先把自己的事情掰扯清楚。”

秦書再喝了口酒，笑罵了句之後站起身往洗手間方向走。

他前腳走，後腳出聲的人就被圍攻了一頓。

倒不是因為其他，主要是他這一連問兩個問題啥也沒套出。

他們還想着要是鐘許有目标他們還能幫着追，對方嘴嚴，他們就一點點翹——但也不是這種刮痧一樣的翹。

張賈跟着鬧了一通，之後也跟着起身。

鐘許果然已經沒有在洗手間，跑去坐在舞池後的吧臺邊喝酒，一個人剛從他身邊離開，臉色看起來不大好。

張賈在他身邊坐下，說：“這不是小陳雇的那個人？眼神還挺準。”

同樣找酒保要了杯酒，他稍微放低了點聲音，說：

“聽說宋雲回今年沒回來？”

鐘許看着酒杯裏晃蕩着的酒，“嗯”了聲。

這可難辦。

張賈又問：“知道他在哪兒嗎？他不回來你就去找他不是，你倆這拖不得，萬一對方想開了現在找了個秦書臉……”

"I can't find him."

This time, Zhong Xu did not smile as he did before, and said, "He forgot to leave me a way out this time."

In the past, at the end of every conflict, the other party would give him a way out and then things would return to normal.

But it seems he forgot this time.