He couldn't help laughing: "I can drive."
She didn't believe him, but she had never seen him drive. Until he was sitting in the passenger seat in the underground garage, he still couldn't help but look at the way he held the steering wheel, always feeling a bit of subtle violation. However, after the car was on the elevated highway, she gradually got used to it. He was very focused on everything, including driving, and was quiet and stable.
The windshield wipers kept swinging and seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.
When the car left Shanghai, the rain really stopped.
There are always many small towns around Shanghai. Just like the Wang’s house, she has only been there once, in the middle of the night, and still can’t figure out what the place name is. She didn't recognize where he was driving tonight.
He parked his car in the parking lot at the entrance of the town.
As soon as the rain stopped, there was still water on the stone road.
Fortunately, she didn't wear high heels, and under his hand, she jumped over the big puddle.
On the bank of the river, leaning on a few boats, there is a small restaurant on the bank. The boats are not big, and at most they can hold two tables. Zhou Shengchen ordered one of them. When two people got on the boat, the boatman handed over the menu.
"This boat is still empty tonight, it's really good luck for the two of you."
Shiyi laughed, looking down at the simple two-page menu.
Can't help but choose, come to this kind of place, you can only eat scenery.
She was afraid that he would not be full, so she ordered a few hard dishes.
"The two of you wait a moment, when the dishes are ready, we will leave the shore."
The boatman jumped ashore, leaving the two of them on the boat. There are only chest-height fences on both sides, with candlesticks, and no lights. The most comfortable seat is actually the seat. On the opposite side, they are all in the style of dark red sofas. The smaller body can completely lie down. Sitting in this way, it is also deep in, and it makes people want to sleep comfortably.
"Have you been here?" She looked at him curiously.
Zhou Shengchen smiled and shook his head: "I came here for the first time, someone who asked me temporarily."
She guessed that too, this young master is definitely not a person who enjoys this kind of life.
The boat shook slightly and the boat owner turned back, and asked with some embarrassment: "There are two young people on the shore who want to board the boat. I said that the boat is wrapped up. They... want me to discuss with the two of them, can they be emptied? Give them the table you are holding?"
The boatman pointed to the shore.
The two looked at them at the same time, and they looked like they were in their early twenties, young lovers.
The boy looked at them nervously and saw them turning their heads, quietly clasping their hands together, begging them to agree. Shi Yi laughed and heard Zhou Shengchen say: "I'm fine, and my wife should be fine."
"Well, let them get on the boat."
The boatman became more and more fond of the good-looking men and women, and greeted the two young men to get on the boat. There is a bamboo curtain between the two tables, and they are separated when they are put down. The dishes were served, and the boat sailed.
Not long after leaving the river bank, it rained again.
She heard the whispers of young men and women behind the bead curtain, probably calculating the phone bill for the day, checking very carefully, the girls were complaining from beginning to end, here is more use, and that place should be saved: "Look at you , With so little money, I still have to eat on this boat..."
The voice is very small, she can hear it clearly.
She remembered that when she first graduated, she entered the studio to record. There was an intern sound engineer and his little girlfriend. Two people plan carefully every day, and arrange what dishes each meal will be from Monday to Friday, just to have a good meal on weekends, or to walk around at the end of each month. This is a romance that absolutely belongs to young people.
She couldn't help winking at him and chuckling.
"What's wrong?"
Zhou Shengchen leaned on the sofa with his right arm on one side, looking at her puzzled. Shi Yi switched to him, whispered in his ear, repeating the girl's words. After she finished speaking, she wanted to briefly describe her feelings, but Zhou Shengchen's expression understood: "Envy?"
She laughed: "Yeah."
He laughed to himself.
The rain outside showed no sign of stopping immediately. The boat owner suspended the boat under the "veil" formed by ancient trees on one side and told them to avoid the rain for a while to prevent water from splashing into the boat and wet clothes.
On the shore, there was wind again, and water waves beating against the stone walls.
The candlestick swayed a shadow on the bamboo curtain.
"Have you seen a hand shadow show?"
"Hand shadow play?"
"Well... I guess you haven't seen it."
She remembered watching TV when she was a child, and there were several episodes of hand-shadow shows in succession. On the TV, two people each turn their fingers together, make animals and humans, compile short stories, or make fun of facts. At that time, she saw these programs and vaguely remembered that when she was bored, she used to borrow lamps and candles to make hand shadows in the library.
Because it is self-study, there are not many meetings.
But when I watched TV shows, I learned a lot along with it.
Shi Yi made a rabbit, wanted to say something, and suddenly paused: "Today is the ninth day of September?"
No wonder, there are rice dumplings and flower cakes among the dishes on the table.
He hummed: "Are you making the shadow of a rabbit?"
"I can see it?" Shi Yi smiled and moved his fingers, and the bunny ears on the bamboo curtain shook slightly. He dubbed it improvisationally: "Hey... This Guanghan Palace is really cold, and the Mid-Autumn Festival passed in a blink of an eye. It's the Double Ninth Festival, it's better to go for a walk around the world."
Because she was afraid that the young man next door would see her, her voice was very soft, but she was full of drama.
He leaned over and looked at her performance.
Shi Yi blew down the candlestick lightly.
The candle shadow shook, and the rabbit disappeared. She turned to kneel and sat on the sofa, her shadow falling on the bamboo curtain, clear and thin: "This son, where did we... have we seen..."
Faint, gentle.
This is the ancient style she is best at.
He raised the corners of his mouth silently, cooperated with her, and asked in a low voice: "Oh? Really?"
"My son, your last name..." Her eyes were shining, and her voice became softer.
He pondered a little, and looked at her eyes: "Zhou Sheng, single name is one chen."