Chapter 74 The little strawberry hairpin is so cute!
After a song was sung, a group of people left the recording studio with satisfaction.
After returning to the living room and promising not to leak the information, everyone was given a copy of the video and sat down to start chatting.
The whole house was lit up, and laughter could be heard from time to time, which was even more obvious in the quiet night.
The window of the car parked on the roadside was half open, and the person in the car had his eyes slightly closed, and it was impossible to tell what his mood was.
The assistant sat in the driver's seat and asked quietly, "Mr. Song, don't you want to go take a look?"
Song Yunyang worked overtime all night a few days ago and finally found two days' time. He came here after get off work, but he stopped here for a long time on the way, as if he had no intention of going in to say hello.
The person sitting in the back finally moved.
He closed the car window, turned around and said, "Let's go back to the hotel first."
The assistant was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said "OK", not daring to say anything else.
They turned around at the intersection ahead and returned the same way.
A group of people played together until around nine o'clock in the evening and finally left together.
Except for Chen Chen who was already too drunk to walk.
Qin Shu and Song Yunhui sent them to the gate of the community together.
Most people were drinking today, so the two of them asked for addresses and called taxis for people one by one.
After everyone got on the bus, they turned back.
Qin Shu cleaned up the living room, and Song Yunhui was responsible for settling Chen Chen down.
This guy wasn't the one who had the most fun in the end, but he could really drink. He never stopped drinking. When he was sober, he didn't feel drunk and drank unconsciously. After he became unconscious, he drank even harder and now he is almost unconscious.
I guess he only dares to drink like this because tomorrow is a day off.
After cleaning up the guest room, they pulled the man up and let him stumble into the room. Song Yunhui stood beside the bed and pointed him in the direction of the bathroom in the room, saying that there were toothbrushes and towels for washing, unopened, and hoped that he would hold back when he wanted to vomit and not vomit in this new house.
He didn't expect someone so drunk to understand him, but he still said something.
After saying that, he closed the door and went out.
While Qin Shu was still cleaning up, he went to the next door to get some honey. While mixing the honey water in the kitchen again, he said:
"The middle railing is a bit of a problem."
The road that could have been walked directly here now has to make a detour, going out of the yard and then into the yard again.
Qin Shu threw the garbage into the trash can and said, "Then we can tear it down and not have to take a detour."
Song Yunhui stirred the honey water and said, "It's not a detour."
He just turned it over.
The honey water was ready, and he used it to pour some on the corpse lying in the guest room.
In the end, all three of them decided to stay here tonight.
Song Yun thought about turning over again to pick up the orange, but this time he was caught by Qin Shu and had to take a detour.
The kitten was brought over with its nest and basin.
It was a white belt, and Orange, as usual, crawled into Song Yunhui's quilt.
Qin Shu stood at the door and looked at Chengzi who was snuggling comfortably in the quilt, his expression the same as always.
The cat in the quilt rubbed the face of the person next to it and meowed at him twice, as if urging him to turn off the lights.
Qin Shu: “…”
Qin Shu turned off the light, then closed the door and left.
The pink and white four-piece suit in her room was still there, glowing faintly under the light.
Early the next morning, Chen Chen was still sleeping. After breakfast, Qin Shu went out to sign the contract, and Song Yun returned to the living room to look at his computer.
The floor-to-ceiling windows provide good lighting, and when opened, you can smell the grass and soil that are slowly growing in the yard.
I took a sip of coffee, and at the same time as the cup was put down and the plate hit the ground, the doorbell rang.
Song Yunhui stood up and opened the door.
There was a man standing at the door.
Song Yunyang was looking at him, looking no different from before.
These people found places one by one quite quickly.
Leaning against the door frame, Song Yunhui did not invite anyone in, but asked directly: "What's the matter?"
Song Yunyang looked through him to the bright room filled with sunlight behind him, glanced at the two pairs of shoes placed at the entrance, and then retracted his gaze.
Noticing his gaze, Song Yun asked back, "Want to see?"
Without waiting for the other party to say anything, he added: "My friend is still sleeping inside. Going in will wake him up. If you have anything to say, just say it here."
Song Yunyang fixed his gaze on his face, looked seriously into his eyes, and then said:
"You should have seen what happened before."
Song Yunhui knew what he was talking about.
The incident was so serious that even though he didn't visit Big Eyes much at the time, he could still see a lot of software push notifications.
He never thought that the Song family would one day become a topic of conversation after dinner.
"Xu Wei is no longer in the Song family, and Song Zishu has also moved out."
Song Yun looked back at him, knowing that there was more to come.
"I mean," Song Yunyang said, "if you have time, I hope you can go back and take a look."
Song Yunhui's expression remained unchanged.
He showed no interest or impatience, and was generally a very good listener.
This was his attitude toward most people, quiet, modest, and just the right amount of distance.
He responded without saying whether he agreed or not.
Song Yunyang slowly clenched his hands, which were hidden by his clothes. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him and asked, "How are you doing here?"
Song Yunhui yawned and said, "Very good."
That means having a good life.
He yawned, then his brows relaxed and he leaned against the door frame to continue sleeping.
He was still wearing his plush pajamas, and he stood there looking lazy and warm.
The scene before my eyes overlapped with memories from long ago.
The person in my memory had short arms and legs, wore teddy bear pajamas, and a plush hat that was bigger than his face. He held a pillow that was almost as tall as him in one hand, and with the other hand he held on to the door frame tightly and refused to let go, insisting on sleeping with him.
The servant didn't dare to pull him hard, so Xu Wenhui just watched the fun with Song Cheng.
I have forgotten whether they slept together in the end, but I remember this scene clearly.
His clenched hands gradually loosened, Song Yunyang raised the corner of his mouth slightly and asked:
"Can you come visit me later?"
This time, Song Yunhui finally gave a positive answer: "I suggest you don't come."
It was just a suggestion, but the tone was very affirmative.
He yawned for the second time that day.
We should stop talking here. It would be impolite to continue.
Song Yunyang finally made his last request of the day.
He asked if he could call him brother again.
Song Yun looked back at him without any other expression.
A brief moment of silence.
Song Yunyang finally said:
"Don't block my contact information. If you have any questions, please contact me."
Knowing how the other party would react, he did not expect a reply. In an instant, a beautifully packaged box appeared in his hand, and the words on it flashed by.
Song Yunhui heard the other party say, "I just happened to see some trash at the door, so I threw it away for you."
Zhong Xu's name just appeared on the packaging box.
This time he did not refuse.
This time Song Yunyang had to leave.
The speeches I had prepared for days, the gifts I had put in my pocket, all the things I had prepared were rendered useless when the meeting actually took place.
When reality truly appears before your eyes, any attempt to escape will be useless.
There was no way he could call Song Yun back.
All they can do is maintain the status quo until the relationship deteriorates further.
They may see each other once a year, or receive blessings from each other occasionally on holidays - or they may not.
In contrast, they no longer have the right to interfere in each other's lives and can only pay unilateral attention.
This approach is as close to disconnection as it gets, but slightly different, and is the best they can do right now.
When I turned back halfway through my walk, the door that was half open had been closed.
After leaving the community, Song Yunyang threw the gift box into the trash can and got into the car.
The assistant sat in the driver's seat, carefully looking behind him.
He had a bad feeling when he saw Song Yunyang coming back so quickly, and now that there was no one behind him, his thoughts were confirmed.
I knew what to ask and what not to ask, but as soon as I opened and closed my mouth, the words stuck in my throat came out.
He said: "Second Young Master..."
Song Yunyang said driving.
The assistant then drove away, not daring to delay.
After the last incident, Mr. Song has been focusing more on recuperating his health and no longer working all day long like before. Song Yunyang took over for him and gradually began to take over the Song family business. Time is tight and the task is heavy, so now he has to hurry back as soon as he has time.
After the New Year, many families chose to let the next generation take on the responsibility of running the business, and the Zhong family was no exception. Everything began to change as if overnight.
After returning to City A, Song Yunyang did not go to the company, but went back to the Song family first.
When he returned in the afternoon, the whole house became much quieter.
Uncle Chen said that his husband had returned from the company and was in the study.
Song Yunyang then went upstairs.
This time, Song Cheng did not handle work or read in the study like he did before.
He was leafing through an old photo album.
The photos in the album have turned yellow.
Song Cheng put on his glasses and looked slowly.
Noticing the person who appeared in the study, he looked up and said with a smile:
"Look at this photo. You were fighting with the kids here at that time."
Song Yunyang just took a glance and looked away after seeing the person in the album.
Qin books are everywhere.
After seeing this photo, Song Cheng didn't look at it again. He took a bookmark, carefully marked it, and put the album aside, as if waiting to look at it next time.
No matter how many photos there are in an album, you will eventually finish looking at them all.
If there are no new photos coming in, I can only look at them sparingly.
He raised his head and asked, "I heard that you went to see Yun Hui yesterday?"
Facing his gaze, Song Yunyang said, "I saw it today."
"How is he now? Has he lost weight or gained weight? Is he willing to come back?"
Song Cheng's voice was not steady.
People are like this, they have bad habits that cannot be changed.
擁有的不去珍惜，失去了才想要撿起。
只是撿起得太遲了。
宋雲揚沒看對方的表情，移開視線，說：
“他過得很好，有很多朋友，臉上也有血色，調養得很好。”
之前因為拍戲倒來倒去的作息現在大概調過來了，他身邊的人也把他照顧得很好，在這麽一段時間內，對方像是變了很多。
他說對方的新房子很好看，房子裏的陽光很好。
宋成聽着，臉上露出笑。
他連說了兩個“那就好”。
宋雲揚問他為什麽不去看看對方。
不需要見面，遠遠看一眼也可以。
宋成擺手。
他沒臉去見。
可能這就是代價，他缺席對方父親這個角色的代價，輕易聽信他人，那麽多年不分青紅皂白一遍遍說對對方感到失望的懲罰。
坐了太久，他站起來，慢慢走出書房。
傭人們安靜地做着自己的事。
這個宅子從熱鬧到安靜，再到熱鬧起來，最後還是回到了之前的安靜。
今天太陽好，宋成去了庭院。
庭院裏種的花多半變成了徐薇喜歡的，另一些小孩喜歡的秋千和其他東西倒還是原樣。
盡管平時壓根沒有人來這裏，但是傭人打掃的時候不會偷懶，這裏依然是幹淨的樣子。
宋成在原地站了會兒，最後坐在一張木制長椅上。
長椅旁邊有樹，剛好可以遮住陽光。
院子安靜一片，他慢慢阖上眼。
閉上眼之後，他好像還能看到在周圍跑來跑去的倆小豆丁。
再一睜眼，眼前一片空蕩。
——
宋雲揚走之後，宋雲回繼續回到客廳工作。
沒坐下一會兒，他頻頻把頭發向後抓。
等到頭發再次遮住小部分視線後，他淺色瞳孔終于上移，看到了自己的頭發。
“……”
頭發好像有點長了。
該找個時候去剪頭發了。
剛準備起身翻夾子，客房裏發出一聲“砰”的一聲的碰撞聲。
像是有什麽人一頭栽牆上。
陳晨醒了。
把腿上的筆記本放在桌上，宋雲回起身去看對方到底又犯了什麽傻。
陳晨沒有犯什麽傻，單純被自己起來的環境下了一跳，又被拖鞋拌了一下，一頭撞牆上。
宋雲回看着他額頭慢慢鼓起一個包，之後慢慢移開視線，臉頰一側鼓起。
陳晨注意到了他，眼睛睜大，使勁譴責：“你是在憋笑吧！對吧！你就是在憋笑！”
宋雲回搖頭，覺得不夠，再搖了一下。
最後被嘲笑的陳晨獲得一頓敷衍的早餐。
簽完合同回到家的秦書則是獲得了一個空蕩的房屋。
宋雲回被陳晨走的時候順手捎上了。
已經成功晉級成朋友的陪玩今天要來b市，陳晨勢必要去膜拜肯帶自己玩游戲的活菩薩。
事情如此這般，最後變成三個人激.情面基。
還是那個熟悉的網吧。
這次從兩人間升級成了四人間——三人間沒有，所以只能狠心定下四人間。
宋雲回聽過陪玩的聲音，猜到是個年輕的男生，現實和他想的差不多。
陪玩叫白柏，看起來就是一個幹淨大男孩的形象。
陳晨兩個也是第一次知道對方真名，平時都是叫吃什麽。
短暫的介紹，三個人湊一堆，最要緊的就是打開游戲。
陳晨問吃什麽今天要不要開直播。
白柏的視線掠過坐中間的陳晨，在宋雲回身上短暫地停了一下，之後搖頭，說：“今天不用播，時常已經打齊了。”
陳晨驚訝：“這才月中。”
一邊的宋雲回移開視線，只當沒聽到。
有的人月中就已經超時完成任務，有的人月末最後一天還在使勁攢時長。
今天游戲玩得很愉快。
陳晨平時都是穩定發揮，菜得一如既往，這次大概是因為喝了酒還沒徹底緩過勁來，居然變成了不穩定的菜，偶爾還能為隊伍做出一點貢獻。
“……”
玩了沒一會兒，宋雲回又開始不時把頭發往後抓。
一把結束，三個人沒有立即開下一把，白柏在口袋裏掏了掏，掏出一個一個小發夾來，之後往宋雲回這邊遞了遞。
小發夾上面還有一顆看起來就少女心的小草莓。
他說：“這是我妹買多了給我的，說讓我處理，我也不知道咋處理，現在剛好，要不你先拿着用着？”
很好，果然是少女買的。
宋雲回接過夾子，說了聲“謝謝”。
夾子把額頭邊的頭發抓住，視線舒服了不少。
三個男人湊一起就可以是一下午。
直到發現要到晚飯時間，白柏提議一起出去吃個飯。
宋雲回低頭看了眼手機，說他今天不行。
陳晨問：“是你家那……”位。
他話說一半，想起了什麽，最後止住了話。
宋雲回到不在意，順着他的話說：“他飯已經快做好了。”
白柏意外的敏銳，問：“豆漿有男朋友了？”
這個“豆漿”一出來，其他兩個人就看向他。
宋雲回點了下頭。
白柏像是有些遺憾，之後撓了下腦袋，直接說：
“實不相瞞，我是豆漿粉絲，一直想見個面來着。”
最後宋雲回用一張簽名換了一個草莓小夾子。
白柏開開心心收起簽名和陳晨兩個人吃飯去，宋雲回準備打車回家。
手機上蹦出一條消息。
他看了一眼，之後把打車軟件關上。
秦書開車過來接的他。
舒舒服服上了車系上安全帶，宋雲回摘下口罩帽子之後就往靠背上一癱。
秦書側頭，看到了他取下帽子之後露出的草莓小夾子。
注意到對方的視線，宋雲回說：“頭發有點長了，遮視線。”
秦書點頭收回視線，之後又側眼連着多看了兩眼。
兩人到家的時候天已經黑了一半。
秦書提起了他今天簽的那個合同。
是之前就已經簽了的一個合同的新增附加合同，他們這邊得到了更多的讓利，對方的要求就是指定平臺直播兩小時。
直播的截至時間還早，但是之後還有事，只能盡早解決。
……讓秦書直播。
宋雲回手裏捏着筷子想了一下，發現好像并不難。
大影帝不是小主播，不需要自娛自樂的精神，只需要回複彈幕的問題就可以輕松混兩個小時。
他問哪個平臺。
秦書說了個平臺名字。
好家夥。
宋雲回驚訝。
跟自己一個平臺。
他說：“那你直接用我電腦，我最近用筆記本，不怎麽用電腦。”
軟件是現成的，設備也不用搞，可以一鍵開播。
于是時間就定在了今晚。
時間報了過去，沒想到動作居然這麽快，現在壓力給到了合作商頭上，只能咬牙在這麽短的時間內盡量多宣傳。
他們在努力宣傳的時候屋子裏面的兩個人一起洗完了碗，上樓開始調試設備。
宋雲回的電腦是原封不動就這樣搬過來的，不需要多準備什麽。
打開直播軟件退出自己已經很久沒有碰過的賬號，換上了合作商在之前就已經準備好的賬號。
賬號什麽東西都已經弄好，但是需要自己搞一個名字。
兩人被難在了想名字這裏。
秦書不行，已經有人占了，甚至秦小書也不行。
最後是宋雲回大手一揮。
【秦書書書書】
這下子沒有和任何人撞了。
就是畫風有些跑偏。
但是沒關系。
調整好攝像頭再微調了一些其他，兩人就若無其事一起下樓陪橙子一起玩。
秦書今晚會直播的消息起初是從一個像是小號的賬號中傳出來的。
衆網友沒信，以為又是一場炒作，炒平臺的。
直到後來官方發動态，秦書本人沒發聲，但是工作室跟着發聲，證實了消息的可信度。
這邊還在死命宣傳，另一邊的粉絲已經開始蘿蔔蹲。
另一邊的兩個人還在和貓玩。
兩個爹陪它一起玩，橙子蹦來跳去，看上去就很開心，大尾巴立起來，在空中掃來掃去。
玩完後還有小點心吃。
橙子窩在宋雲回懷裏舔着酸奶蓋，整個貓都是幸福的模樣。
宋雲回在它頭頂上一勺一勺挖着酸奶，順帶拍拍小貓頭，說：“好東西都給你了，你爸我啊，只能吃你吃剩的了。”
秦書垂眼看他。
擡眼對上秦書的視線，宋雲回絲毫不心虛地回望了過去，挖了勺酸奶送到對方嘴邊。
秦書吃了。
這下兩人成了共犯，誰也別想指責誰。
在吃了第二口宋雲回送來的酸奶後，秦書看了眼時間，發現已經沒有幾分鐘，于是上樓。
秦書走後，橙子酸奶蓋舔完，宋雲回杯裏的酸奶也吃光，兩人也跟着一起上了樓。
自己房間讓給了秦書，宋雲回就去了對方房間。
今天回來後還沒來得及換衣服和洗漱，看了眼時間，發現這才剛開始兩分不到，他試着發了一條消息。
他說他想回房間拿漱口杯和牙刷。
幸好對方現在還看手機，說他可以随時過來。
于是宋雲回就上了。
他的動作很快，幾乎是小跑着拿過東西，之後再快速拿過來。
看着洗漱臺上的東西，他露出勝利的笑容。
成功。
成功的宋先生換上睡衣再叼上牙刷，在準備拿牙膏的時候突然頓住。
他忘了拿牙膏。