Chapter 69 I suddenly found myself with a boyfriend
Hearing the familiar voice, Song Yun turned his head and the first thing he saw was a blue-black tie.
Looking up further, he saw the man's smooth jawline.
It was Zhong Xu, who said:
"What a coincidence, you come here to rest too."
Without thinking about further communication, Song Yun turned his gaze back to the piano and said:
"Hello."
Zhong Xu pointed to the seat next to him and asked, "Can I sit here?"
Song Yunhui then turned to look at him again, and with only his nose exposed by his hat and scarf, he looked at Zhong Xu and gave a serious suggestion:
"I have a cold, please stay away from me."
Running hot and cold but otherwise fine, he wasn't sure if he had a cold, but that was all he had to say for now.
"I'm feeling fine."
It means not to be afraid of catching a cold.
After saying this, Zhong Xu sat down quietly.
He handed over a small packaged sunflower, which was a warm yellow in color and looked bright and warm.
"A kid sold it to me, but I have no use for it."
There were no big bouquets of flowers or expensive gifts, it was as if they met here by chance.
He followed Song Yunhui's line of sight and looked towards the stage.
There was silence for a while.
Zhong Xu casually asked, "When are you going back to City A? Why didn't you tell me?"
He made no mention of their near-meeting yesterday.
The coffee in his hand was slowly getting cold. Song Yunhui took another quick sip, then pulled the scarf up to his head again and said:
“That’s not necessary.”
Zhong Xu moved the hand that was resting on his side.
Something is indeed different.
It's not like he had never heard the other person talk to someone like this before, but that wasn't to him, but to strangers who weren't too keen on talking.
“…”
The person next to him was silent. Song Yun turned his head and held the coffee in his hand, waiting quietly for the other person to leave.
He didn't wait for the other party to leave, but instead heard an apology.
It was a deep and serious voice.
The apology came unexpectedly, and Song Yunhui took another sip of coffee.
Zhong Xu was still speaking slowly.
It was the first time that Song Yunhui realized that he could say so many words at once.
The other party said a lot.
It's more like recalling than speaking.
Listening to Zhong Xu out of basic courtesy, Song Yunhui realized that they had so many memories from the past - both pleasant and unpleasant.
Zhong Xu probably didn't expect that his voice would slow down as he spoke, as if he was completely lost in his memories.
Over the years, they have been through so much together.
One thing after another is connected, as if they are inseparable.
The sound of the piano swirled up in the cold air.
Zhong Xu said:
"I was glad to hear what you said that night."
Thinking carefully, removing all considerations and self-righteous rationality, he found that he was happy when he heard the word "like".
My heart was pounding, my breathing was irregular, and all signs of my condition were obscured by the blowing night breeze.
He wanted to be back with Song Yun.
No matter what.
Having said this, Song Yunhui finally turned around with a puzzled expression.
He didn't know which night Zhong Xu was talking about, nor did he know what he was happy about.
He was puzzled but not curious, and looked away again.
It had been a long time since they had sat together and talked calmly like this. Although he was the only one talking most of the time, Zhong Xu still felt a real sense of calmness and relaxation for the first time in a long time, and his nerves relaxed unconsciously.
At the end, Zhong Xu turned sideways and asked in a lower voice:
"I mean, can we be together?"
Song Yunhui understood this sentence.
But he felt that he probably didn't understand, and that the other party probably didn't mean that.
In his impression, Zhong Xu is a person who never looks back and will never regret a decision he makes.
But apart from this meaning, it seems to have no other meaning.
His expression remained unchanged, and he finally said a few more words and asked:
"What are you talking about?"
What is Zhong Xu thinking about? What is he thinking about?
"I mean," said Jones, "I want to be with you."
All the noise around seemed to fade away, and the people sitting in groups of three or four in the distance seemed to have disappeared. The sight was white and there were people around him. Zhong Xu's expression was serious and his tone was firm.
Song Yunhui didn't know what to say for a moment.
He found that he really didn't understand this person anymore.
At this time, silence is the best answer.
It is also the best rejection.
The hands that were supporting the edge of the steps slowly tightened.
After a long while, he smiled briefly and said:
"I knew it."
He looked at Song Yunhui and asked, "So can you at least take me off the blacklist? It's a bit cold in there."
Song Yunhui did not answer him, and it was obvious that he wanted him to stay.
Knowing that Song Yunhui would not change his mind after he said it, Zhong Xu did not continue the topic, but changed the subject and asked him, "How long do you plan to stay this time?"
Without waiting for the other party to answer, he continued, "You probably don't know yet, Song Yunyang said some time ago that if you leave the Song family, he will definitely not stop you, at least not now."
He still has the recording.
If we stay in City A for a long time, staying in a hotel all the time is not a solution. The Song family can't go back, so it's obvious where to go.
This is his purpose.
"No thanks."
The coffee cup in his hand was finally empty. Song Yunhui stood up and said, "We'll go home soon."
This is the posture of leaving.
Excluding the Song family, it is obvious which family he is talking about.
Zhong Xu also stood up and said:
"Qin Shu has bad intentions. He wants to be more than just friends with you."
"Don't go looking for him, okay?"
In the end, he even sounded like a strange request.
Song Yunhui finally turned back.
"More than just friends?"
He tucked his scarf and smiled, "If he wants, it's not impossible."
His voice seemed to change a little, a little hoarse, but still clear even through the scarf.
Zhong Xu stayed where he was.
Song Yunhui threw the empty coffee cup into the trash can and slowly walked away.
His figure disappeared from sight for a while.
Zhong Xu smiled.
They are not together yet.
He still has a chance.
***
Strolling back to the hotel, Song Yunhui didn't remember the flowers he had put in his pocket until he reached the room.
Zhong Xu stuffed it into his hand, but forgot to return it when he left. He originally thought of throwing it in the trash can, but then he remembered that the child selling flowers was nearby and it would not be good to see it, so he finally decided to throw it in the hotel trash can. He didn't expect to carry it with him all the way and completely forgot about it.
With beads of cold sweat on his face, Song Yunhui casually put the flowers aside, then took off his scarf and hat and took a breath.
alright.
This time I really have a cold.
It was a little cold and a little hot, and Song Yunhui finally decided to get a glass of warm water.
He hesitated briefly about whether to take the medicine.
He had caught a cold before, but it was not serious and did not affect his work. He rarely took medicine and just got through it.
Just when I was hesitating at the critical moment, someone sent me a message.
While tugging at his clothes, he took the phone with one hand and took a look at the message sent by the other party.
[Are you free now? ]
A little empty, but not much.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt a little cold for a moment. He just opened his coat a little and wrapped it up again. He replied "I'm free".
A phone call came in like this.
Qin Shu's voice came from the phone, as pleasant as ever.
"Where are you now?"
"In the hotel," Song Yunhui first cleared his throat silently, then asked, "Why, are you off work?"
The other party said he was off work, and then asked: "What's wrong with your throat?"
Still found.
This man is damned meticulous.
Song Yun gave up the struggle and fell directly onto the bed, saying, "I think I have a cold."
The other party asked him to describe the symptoms in detail.
"It's a little cold, and a little hot...yes, it's called hot and cold, and I'm sweating a little bit."
Song Yunhui concluded: "That's it, that's all."
He said this in a nonchalant manner, as if it was nothing serious.
“…”
"Song Yunhui."
There was silence for a moment, then the person on the other side called his name seriously and said, "There is a saying called fever."
Song Yunhui suddenly realized.
Qin Shu said, "I'll be right over."
He said that it should be very quick, and after hanging up the phone, Song Yunhui lay down very quickly.
Qin Shu arrived really quickly. Not long after he lay down, he heard a knock on the door.
After opening the door, he stepped aside to let the other person in.
Qin Shu still covered himself up tightly today, but more sloppily than usual, and in his hand was a thermometer that he had gotten from somewhere.
He sat aside and waited while the temperature was measured.
By now, Song Yunhui's head had started to feel a little dizzy, but he still sat firmly on the bed, playing songs and games on his cell phone.
His calmness and perseverance are admirable, and the temperature of 38.6 degrees is also amazing in some ways.
“…”
Qin Shu started to put a hat and a scarf on him.
Song Yun looked up and asked him, "Are you going out?"
Qin Shu tied the scarf into a simple knot. The style looked a bit rough, but it was warm.
He said, "Go to the hospital."
Before leaving, he wanted to pour her a cup of hot water, but when he took the cup, he saw a sunflower on the small table.
Warm yellow, looks fresh.
Song Yunhui stood up and looked in the direction he was looking, and also saw the flowers on the table.
He casually explained, "Someone gave it to me and forgot to throw it away."
Qin Shu retracted his gaze and took a small glass of water.
After drinking the water, they went out.
This place has a good location and has everything except a hospital. In the end, Qin Shu drove to the hospital.
Song Yunhui's willpower is in some ways ridiculously strong.
His face was flushed and he had just taken off his scarf after getting in the car, but he was still trying to chat.
It seemed that he had no intention of shutting up and taking a rest. Qin Shu listened to him while driving.
He was talking about little things, probably because they really burned into his brain. In the middle, he also gave a serious analysis of how to optimize data management, and his logic was very clear.
直到轉過一條路，已經可以看到醫院後，他又提到了剛才的花。
“今天遇到了一個之前認識的人，他給的我這花。”
癱在座位上，他支楞了一下，說，“自己不需要還買，然後扔給我。”
之後還譴責道：“浪費。”
他看上去是很認真地在譴責，秦書側眼看了眼他，之後接了他的話，表示贊同。
要不是現在沒什麽力氣，秦書覺得他或許還會來一套拳打腳踢也說不定。
“他當時還說你想和我耍朋友，我就說……”
窗外的醫院已經近在眼前。
宋雲回止住了之前的話，說了句，“醫院到了。”
秦書：“……”
他想說話，對方已經側過頭去看醫院，随處可見的醫院像是要被他看出一朵花來。
他最後選擇了沉默。
把車停在停車場，他帶着宋雲回去了發熱門診。
一圈轉下來，秦書的手上多了一袋子藥，宋雲回臉上的笑容消失。
醫生說他這溫度屬于高熱，需要用藥物輔助把溫度降下來。
藥就在秦書手裏。
他今天只在早上很早的時候吃了幾個小生煎包，之後喝了咖啡，雖然退燒藥飯前飯後都能吃，但是醫生還是建議說飯後再吃比較好。
所以他們現在就要出去覓食。
秦書選的是一家粥店。
喝了粥後兩人就回了酒店。
宋雲回在秦書的注視下吃了藥。
藥片在吞的時候沒有掌握好技術，被黏住了，在嘴裏停留得有點過久，他使勁灌水，直到藥片下去後才皺着一張臉把水杯還給秦書。
他臉上的痛苦肉眼可見。
秦書遞給他一顆某旺奶糖。
宋雲回這才慢慢回過神來，把衣服攏了攏。
秦書的工作已經結束，他也已經完成了看老師的任務，家裏那邊的雪已經停了，航班可以正常起飛，兩人原本可以直接回去，但是他昨天剛談的工作合同還沒送過來，他打算簽了再走。
只要有兩個人，打法時間的方式很多。
宋雲回挑來挑去，最後挑了一個最樸素的五子棋，之後随機匹配了兩個路人一起玩飛行棋。
合同是在下午送來的。
彼時宋雲回剛踩了秦書的小飛機，起身開門拿合同。
合同一式三份，對方已經簽字蓋章，就差他簽字。
趁着其他人還在扔骰子，宋雲回浏覽了一遍合同，着重看了一眼ddl，發現和之前發來的合同預覽一致，于是簽了名。
對方接過合同，很謹慎地微微彎腰之後馬上離開，壓根不敢往屋裏多看一眼。
看着送合同的人離開，宋雲回再看向手機，發現自己的飛機被一個不知名路人踩回家了兩架，直接瞳孔地震。
這游戲不玩也罷。
合同收到，兩人訂了機票快樂回家。
宋雲回走的時候沒忘記帶上秦書送的小恐龍們，去機場的路上一直擺弄着小恐龍。
他大概或許是無聊的，這一路上給半數的小恐龍都命了名。
到了機場後是秦書先下的車，他繞了一圈，打開宋雲回這邊的車門，接過對方手裏的花束。
宋雲回解開安全帶，囑咐他：
“張三有點突出，注意不要把它擠下去。”
秦書說了句好。
車鑰匙給了之後過來的經紀人，經紀人還有其他事要做，沒有多留，注意到宋雲回的狀态之後養生大師沒忍住多囑咐了幾句，後來發現時間有點來不及了，于是開着車離開。
兩人訂的航班時間很近，不需要等太久。
VIP候機廳的人少，兩個人坐在角落安靜打開了五子棋。
一把五子棋之後就有廣播通知他們的航班可以開始檢票。
宋雲回抱着小恐龍們上了飛機。
上飛機前他精神頭看着不錯，等到飛機起飛後就再也熬不住，靠在窗一側的機艙閉上了眼睛。
把他手裏的花束放在了桌上，秦書伸手夠過他的頭，手掌碰到對方細軟發絲，讓他靠在自己肩上。
這一路都很安靜。
宋雲回睡得熟，時不時動一下，中途醒了下，擡眼看了眼身邊的人，之後繼續睡，秦書摸了下他額頭，手動測溫。
下午的飛機下午到的機場，回家的路上買了菜，回到家的時候宋雲回負責躺沙發上和橙子貼貼，秦書做晚飯。
這麽兩天沒見，橙子像是好幾年沒見了一樣，大尾巴掃阿掃，在屋裏蹿來蹿去進行自我消磨精力，之後再乖乖上了沙發。
小貓咪大概察覺出了躺沙發上的人生了病，沒有像平時那樣蹦蹦跳跳，繞着他走了一圈，之後塞進被子裏，正正窩在他懷裏貼着陪他一起睡。
慢慢摸着毛茸茸小貓頭，宋雲回迷迷糊糊給它把被子蓋好。
一人一貓在沙發上睡得香，秦書做了晚飯，之後又換了橙子喜歡吃的凍幹，把一人一貓喊醒。
橙子壓根不用喊，在聞到凍幹的第一時間就睜開了眼睛，半秒開機沖到飯碗邊，甚至還有點沒剎住車，甩了個尾。
好險，差一點就要餓死了。
拍拍小貓頭，秦書又去拍拍沙發上的人。
吃了藥容易打瞌睡，但是至少得吃了飯再睡。
宋雲回被迫開機，吃了飯又開始待機，等到秦書把房間裏弄得溫暖之後上樓繼續關機睡覺。
有的人就是那麽反複無常。
傍晚吃完飯就關機的人在晚上開了機，并且活蹦亂跳，還有活力起來打開電腦工作。
随手扯了兩張A4紙再拿過筆，趁着電腦開機，宋雲回抓緊時間在紙上寫寫畫畫。
一旦有了思路，事情就會進展很快。
一張紙全是鬼畫符，已經沒有地方再塞下一個字，他又扯了一張紙繼續寫。
無意義的東西占了大部分，但他就是喜歡這樣，覺得很适合用來排除雜緒。
就是有點廢紙。
再完了一張，宋雲回習慣性伸手拿紙，結果摸了個空。
之前還在這裏的一大堆的紙已經沒了。
秦書書房裏有打印機，應該有紙。
看了眼時間，他發現還算早，秦書應該還醒着，于是起身開門。
秦書确實沒睡。
他在客廳陪橙子玩。
橙子今天下午和他一起睡了，還吃了宇宙好吃貓貓凍幹，現在剛好是精神頭很足的時候，十足的會折騰。
在跟他身邊不同，橙子在面對秦書的時候像是要上天一樣，喵喵喵叫個不停。
是很可愛但是很雙标的小貓咪一枚。
注意到樓梯上的腳步聲，秦書轉頭，看到了穿着睡衣的宋雲回。
發燒了之後他終于有了那麽丁點自覺，知道在睡衣外面多披一件衣服。
秦書說：“睡醒了？”
宋雲回點頭。
在沙發上的橙子也歪頭看他。
他要到了紙。
拿着紙從書房出來，他站在走廊猶豫了一下，之後決定抱着筆記本和筆下樓。
小貓咪勾引人堕落，到客廳工作是他最後的堅持。
秦書去給他拿了一張毯子，毛絨的，搭在沙發上很溫暖。
盤腿坐在沙發上，橙子在他懷裏蹲蹲，之後又跑秦書手下讓摸。
這個小貓咪好像很忙。
小貓咪正忙着撒嬌，奶奶又打電話想要看看它。
把手機放在桌上拿着支架架好，兩人一貓剛好出鏡。
葉敏和秦建遠他們挨個打了招呼，隔着屏幕逗了逗小貓咪，橙子直往手機這邊撲，被秦書拉住，只能徒勞伸爪子。
宋雲回在一邊笑得眉眼彎彎。
葉敏注意到了他和他腿上放着的筆記本，也看到了他倦懶眉眼，語氣中帶上了些心疼：“雲崽現在還在工作？”
攝像頭有個好處就是看不到人真實的狀态。
——但是麥克風會出賣他。
宋雲回剛說了個“沒有，在玩”，葉敏耳朵尖，就算是聲音通過手機傳得有些失真，還是聽出了什麽不一樣。
她問怎麽了。
最後是秦書說的感冒。
感冒聽上去比發燒好那麽一點。
老兩口從不小看感冒，覺得這是發燒的前端，已經開始挨個說該吃點什麽怎麽照顧。
在兩人繼續說下去之前，宋雲回适時說秦書已經照顧得很好，完全沒有任何問題。
老兩口這才放心。
葉敏笑了下，說：“小書平時性子悶沒什麽勁，但是照顧人還是到位。”
果然是親媽，一針見血。
視線從墊在筆記本上的紙張上離開，宋雲回擡眼，笑了下，說：
“秦小書挺有趣的。”
這不是客套話，他表情自然，眼尾還帶着笑意，淺色瞳孔映着燈光光亮，有些閃人眼。
老兩口笑開。
——有什麽标準？
——大概有趣又自我。
秦書抱着橙子的手一松。
就這麽一瞬間，橙子吸溜一下就從他手裏掙脫出去，撲向手機。
手機被撲倒，場面一片兵荒馬亂。
最後是宋雲回捉住了橙子，秦書扶好了手機支架。
橙子到了宋雲回手上就老實了，直往他懷裏鑽要貼貼。
宋雲回笑着呼嚕小貓下巴。
老兩口聊了會兒天，最後說要去上班了，于是挂斷電話。
挂斷電話後橙子就被送到了秦書手上，宋雲回手上重新拿起筆。
他在白紙上劃拉了兩個字，之後像是想起什麽，一邊寫一邊說：
"I hadn't finished talking at the hospital today."
He raised his eyes and asked, "Want to continue listening?"
The hand holding the kitten's paw moved slightly, Qin Shu steadied his breath and nodded slightly:
"You say."
“I thought about it carefully at the time.”
Song Yunhui lowered his head and wrote down a few numbers, humming a little while, and thought it was okay, so he didn't change it and continued:
"I think if it were you, you might give it a try."
A very plain sentence.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Maybe not quiet.
The sound of Song Yunhui's hands stroking the paper, the gurgling sound of the oranges, the subtle sound of the heater, and the sound of the wind hitting the windows all flooded into his eardrums.
After Song Yunhui finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and continued to write his song, calm and relaxed, as if he was completely unaware of what he had said.
"I……"
Qin Shu opened his mouth and realized that his voice was very hoarse.
Song Yunhui also heard it.
He didn't understand why, but handed him his own water cup which was closest and within reach.
The little dinosaur water cup is delicious to everyone who drinks from it.
"It should still be hot. Take a couple of sips to moisten your throat."
He stroked his chin, feeling inexplicably excited, and said, "If you have a cold, I can give you my medicine. You're welcome."
Very understanding.
Qin Shu took the little dinosaur water cup.
When the cup of water came to his hand, he finally took a sip.
Then his voice came back.
Song Yunhui looked a little regretful. When he met his gaze, he continued to write and draw with his head down, pretending nothing had happened.
Holding the water cup in his hand, his Adam's apple moving up and down, Qin Shu then asked:
"Is that okay?"
Song Yun looked up, "What?"
Qin Shu said, "Can we try it?"
Try to be together.
"Good fellow."
Song Yunhui put down the pen in his hand and said in surprise, "You actually want to try it."
Qin Shu did not refute.
Others were right to say that he had ulterior motives.
He didn't intend to be friends from the beginning.
He asked, “So can we try it?”
Huh?
Unexpectedly, the topic could not be turned back once it came to this point. Qin Shu was serious, and Song Yunhui could only put down the pen in his hand and take it seriously.
I have said it myself, there is no reason to take it back.
But to be honest, he has never had the experience of being someone's boyfriend, he doesn't know how to fall in love, and he's not very good at taking care of others.
Seeing Song Yunhui's hesitation, Qin Shu understood and said:
"If you're not sure, give it a try first."
One month trial period, if you are satisfied, you can become a regular employee.
He didn't think of reaching the top overnight, but at least he had to have a chance.
Even if it's just a temporary title.
Song Yun clapped his hands and said yes.
Two people on two different channels said their own things, but in the end they strangely reached a consensus.
Song Yunhui rubbed his hair, but couldn't help but make a comment, saying:
"This is your first time as a human being, and you don't have much experience. If something goes wrong, at least laugh a little quieter."
The smile on Qin Shu's face never faded.
Good guy, I'm already laughing before the show even starts.
Song Yunhui took the pillow beside him and threw it into his arms.
The pillow is light and fluttery, lacking any sense of substance and impact.
Qin Shu caught the pillow, then stood up and got a cup of lukewarm water from the small dinosaur cup in his hand.
When he went to pour water, the orange slipped into Song Yunhui's arms.
The kitten felt warm as soon as it came into Song Yun's arms, and he yawned.
After drinking the hot water Qin Shu handed over, I felt warm and sleepier.
He then stood up, holding his notebook and his own paper and pen, and slowly went upstairs.
There was a little follower following him, and finally the little follower was caught by Qin Shu.
Chengzi likes to lie in wait in the quilt, which often makes the quilt leak. At least today, she can't sleep with Song Yunhui.
Song Yun returned to his room, simply organized what he had just written, then fell asleep, turned off his phone.
It was a night of deep sleep.
It snowed in the middle of the night, and when it got light in the morning, it was already white outside.
This time it was a typical light snow in the south, not thick, just making things look a little whiter visually.
Inside the room, a messy head of hair poked out from the red bed.
Song Yunhui crawled out from the warm quilt, his eyes still closed, and his hands unconsciously rubbed his hair.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the cup of water on the bedside table.
The memory of last night comes back.
From a few words yesterday, it seemed like he had a boyfriend.
“…”
A bit weird, not sure, let me think about it.
The sound of rustling quilt and clothes came from the room.
Song Yunhui sat up in shock from his dying illness and instantly stood up straight.
It wasn't an illusion, he actually had a boyfriend, just yesterday.
The author has something to say:
There is a reason to erase Qin Xiaoshu's memory
If Qin Xiaoshu was here, Zhong Xu would have no problems at all (guessing)
Qin Xiaoshu's business-level understanding and Yunzai's late realization that he got a boyfriend