There were already some early-arriving guests in the hall, and Meng Xintang occasionally stopped to greet people he knew. While he was talking, Shen Shiyan stopped and waited for him, watching him chat with others as if admiringly. Shen Shiyan found that no matter how he dressed up, Meng Xintang was always a simple two-sentence inquiry, with different contents, but they were both simple and sincere, without exaggerated enthusiasm, and even less contrived.
Walking all the way, the two finally passed through the hall to the room area at the back. In the corridor, Meng Xintang was about to ask the origin of the bouquet of flowers in Shen Shiyan's arms, when he heard a somewhat excited call.
"Know the eaves."
The source of the voice was a young man, tall and straight, with a handsome appearance.
"I didn't expect you to come," he said.
Meng Xintang looked at him, and wondered if his eyes were a little suspicious today. This person felt strange to him, and he couldn't tell what the strangeness was.
Shen Shiyan on the side hugged Huaping and looked at the person in front with a very shallow smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Can't I come?"
The man seemed to be stunned for a moment before shaking his head with a smile: "You know that's not what you mean."
There were a few slapstick young people in front of them. The corridor was narrow. When they passed by Meng Xintang, the distance between them was already close enough to people. Meng Xintang pulled Shen Shiyan to lean towards him, and stretched out his arms to protect the flowers in his arms.
Shen Shiyan was talking to the man, and when he saw his action, he turned to look at him, and his smile became obvious. He turned the flower in an inclined direction, and the flower bloomed towards Meng Xintang.
Without talking about any substantive content, after only a few words, Shen Shiyan said goodbye to the man. As he continued to walk forward, Meng Xintang glanced back, the man was still standing there, turning around, staring blankly in this direction. Meng Xintang's sudden look back seemed to cut off his clinging eyes, and it was like he was awakened from a dream.
There were already quite a few people in Meng Xinchu's room at the moment. Everyone was chatting lively, and some people were taking photos with Meng Xinchu to be happy. Seeing Shen Shiyan come in, Meng Xinchu, who was sitting beside the bed, immediately raised his hand and called to him, "Male god!"
For a moment, all eyes in the house turned to the two people at the door.
Shen Shiyan couldn't help laughing, and raised the bouquet of flowers in his arms to cover his face: "You can spare me."
Meng Xintang looked at him silently, followed behind him, and walked slowly towards Meng Xinchu.
"Come on, happy wedding," Shen Shiyan handed Meng Xinchu the flowers he had been holding for a long time. He didn't wish to grow old together, or to have a precious son early, he said in a soft and low tone, "We will be together forever."
"Thank you male god!" Meng Xinchu was very happy, and got close to the flower and smelled it, "It smells good."
Meng Xintang glanced at the bunch of flowers, and finally asked a question he didn't have time to ask: "Did you grow the flowers yourself?"
Shen Shiyan stretched out his finger and pointed at the two lilies in the middle: "No lilies, I bought them at a flower shop, and I planted the rest."
Meng Xinchu was surprised: "You planted it? You can still plant flowers?"
As if taking advantage of it, Meng Xintang couldn't help but want to look at that flower a few more times. He slightly retracted his chin, lowered his head, and looked upright without covering it up. Unexpectedly, when he raised his head again, he was caught by Shen Shiyan's playful eyes.
The two of them tacitly understood, they both laughed and held back.
There were two girls on the side. They were Meng Xinchu's college classmates and today's bridesmaids. After hitting Shen Shiyan and entering the door, they kept staring at him. When they heard this, they started pinching Meng Xinchu's waist from behind. . Meng Xinchu, who was suddenly pinched, let out an "ouch", patted off their hands secretly, and gave each of them an "understood" look.
"Hey, let me introduce to you, this male god is Shen Shiyan, my junior high school and high school classmate," Meng Xinchuchao and the two girls winked, "The well-known thoracic surgeon of the First Hospital is not only excellent in professional business, but also knowledgeable. He grows flowers and plays the pipa, and he plays the pipa very well. When we were in high school, our school’s art performance was amazing.”
When the two girls heard it, they immediately praised and said, "Dr. Shen add a WeChat account" as if they had been pre-arranged. Meng Xintang stood aside, unable to hold back for Shen Shiyan.
"Okay, okay, don't make trouble," Meng Xintang simply spoke for Shen Shiyan, making a casual interjection, "Didn't you say that you want to change the words of the emcee when you appeared on the stage? , do you have the words you want to change ready?"
"Ready," Meng Xinchu poked a girl next to her, "Qian Niuer, where are my words?"
"Oh, on the table, I'll get it."
While everyone else was looking at the girl named "Qian Niu", Shen Shiyan secretly clenched his fists at Meng Xintang, making Meng Xintang want to laugh again.
It happened that the emcee came in at this time, and seeing that they were going to discuss the lines, Shen Shiyan said that he would go first and let them discuss.
"Don't be a god," Meng Xinchu stopped him, "Hey, since you came so early to help me play the music, Song Ke took over this matter, but her musical literacy... that's because it's me My best friend is the only one who fulfills her, can you go to the music player and help me wash her song list? Do one good deed every day and live a hundred years."
Meng Xintang glanced at his sister, thinking that this little girl would have nowhere to go now.
"Me?" Shen Shiyan pointed to himself and asked.
"Yeah, let's go, Song Ke and Xu Yang are all there."
"Okay," Shen Shiyan's response seemed to be a little sluggish. After saying goodbye to them, he asked again after taking two steps, "What language do you want songs in? Isn't it good for Mandarin? Is it good for pure music?"
"No problem, nothing is a problem," Meng Xinchu said, although he also had no musical literacy, but he was very flattering, "The male gods are all good ones!"
Meng Xintang, who had been silent for a while, turned around and said, "I'll take you there."
"Hey, brother, why are you going?" Meng Xinchu stopped him, "it's time for you to change your clothes, can't my male god find where the broadcast station is?"
Hearing this, Shen Shiyan looked at Meng Xintang's suit and asked strangely, "Why do you need to change clothes?"
Meng Xintang didn't answer his question, but he still walked over and lightly grabbed his shoulder to signal to go together.
"Then I'll change clothes, and you guys can continue playing."
After going out, Meng Xintang explained: "Because of work problems, my dad can't come, so I will bring Xinchu into the auditorium later, and I will change into a more formal suit."
"Aren't you formal yet?"
Shen Shiyan glanced at him, and then looked down at himself—reluctantly he was wearing a shirt. He was suddenly speechless, and thought casually: he probably won't have any occasions in his life where he needs to wear formal clothes.
Seeing him like this, and thinking about what he was thinking, Meng Xintang raised his hand and rubbed his nose, unable to hold back, he laughed out loud.
"You'll be fine wearing this."
The two separated at the end of the corridor, Shen Shiyan went to the hall, and Meng Xintang went upstairs. When Meng Xintang changed his clothes and entered the hall again, a slow-paced Japanese song was playing in the hall. It was a very comfortable female voice, and it was particularly nice. He guessed it was the song selected by Shen Shiyan.
He found Shen Shiyan and saw that he was resting one hand on the table, hunched over looking at the computer screen at the broadcasting station, and a girl was sitting on a chair, listening to him while operating the computer. When Shen Shiyan got serious, his mouth would purse harder than usual, and some would be retracted. Meng Xintang stared at him for a moment, and just as he was about to pass, he found another man standing beside him, who happened to be the one they met in the corridor just now.
When he saw the man's expression clearly, Meng Xintang suddenly understood what the strange feeling was when they first met.
After pondering for a moment, he still walked over, and his pace was faster than usual.
He didn't want to disturb Shen Shiyan, so he didn't make a sound, but when he just approached Shen Shiyan, Shen Shiyan seemed to sense something and suddenly looked up.
Meeting his stunned gaze, Meng Xintang smiled.
The lighting in the auditorium is the warm yellow that Meng Xinchu likes, with white light, bright and not naked. The largest crystal chandelier had been left behind by Meng Xintang. He turned against the light, but the light jumped over his shoulders and under his eyes.
Shen Shiyan believes that he is not a person who can read people with color. After sound and color, he is a dog and horse. This thing, a skin, can't withstand the wind and frost without a core, it is really not worth mentioning. But the moment he touched Meng Xintang, he suddenly felt that he had become more frivolous than ever. ? ? ?
The man walking towards him was nice.
This person will look good in a coat.
This was his only thought.
"You... look better in this."
Before Meng Xintang came over completely, Shen Shiyan's words had already jumped out of his mouth.
Explicit compliments with pauses are mostly unthought-out. Meng Xintang didn't expect him to react like this, nor did he expect him to say such a thing. But after hearing it, for the first time in his life, he was happy with his appearance.
There are so many people walking through the hall and so many people staying, but it seems that only the two of them are approaching.
"Knowing the eaves." A voice suddenly disturbed the approach, Xu Yang pointed at the computer screen and asked, "I found the love, do you want to play it?"
Shen Shiyan bent down again, but Meng Xintang's eyes were still on him. After a few more seconds, Meng Xintang glanced aside, just in line with Xu Yang.
Slowly, Meng Xintang blinked his eyes, and then gave him a smile that conformed to the standard of etiquette.
As a relative, it is really hard to be idle at the wedding scene. Meng Xintang just stood beside Shen Shiyan for less than half a minute when he was called by several elders. After finishing the affairs over there, he would go back to find Shen Shi. Yan, but found that there was only the girl left, and neither Shen Shiyan nor Xu Yang were there.
Without thinking much, he started to look for them, but he didn't see the two people in a circle around the hall. Strangely, someone stopped him and asked what he was looking for.
Meng Xintang seemed to be awakened by these words, and stopped in a trance.
He suddenly discovered that, whether in terms of his current status or in the future, he had no reason to seek him at this moment. Don't say they are not lovers but friends, even if they are lovers, they should respect and trust each other.
But just as he turned around, another voice took over his mind.
There is no reason to look for it, but there is also no reason not to look for it. It makes no sense to see someone coveting the treasure around him and pretending to be generous enough to let him peep. It's fine for the two to love each other, but Shen Shiyan obviously doesn't like it.
Just like that, Meng Xintang turned around three hundred and sixty degrees by himself before walking towards the backyard.
"Do you smoke?"
"No smoking." Shen Shiyan's answer was neat and tidy.
Hearing these two sounds, Meng Xintang had already stopped. He hesitated for a moment, then took two steps back.
The figures of the two were blocked by the trees, and Meng Xintang could not see clearly. He lit a cigarette himself and waited, leaning against the pillar. After a long time, Xu Yang's voice rang again.
"It's a pleasure to see you again today."
"Me too."
Listening to the tone of Shen Shiyan's words, Meng Xintang curled his lips while smoking a cigarette. scene talk.
He didn't want to do the trick of eavesdropping. Seeing that he could still hear their conversation clearly at this distance, he turned back and walked back. But before he could go far, another sentence entered his ear. It was a question with very complicated emotions. Only what Meng Xintang heard, there was the speaker's unwillingness and anxiety.
"Actually, I've always wanted to ask you, have you found such a person?" Xu Yang paused and added, "The kind you said."