Meng Xintang didn't return that day. First, he didn't know whether Shen Shiyan was drunk or not. Second, he was really late, so it was not easy to take a taxi. Shen Shiyan took him to the east room, made arrangements for him in a daze, said "good night", then turned and left with a yawn.
Meng Xintang stood on the spot and looked at the room, and found that it was probably the room where Shen Shiyan slept or slept when he was a child, and immediately felt as if he had accidentally arrived at some secret base. He realized that the Shen Shiyan he wanted to see and the past he wanted to explore might have left a lot of traces in this room.
The light in the room is very special. It is not a switch that is pressed, but a copper bell with a pull rope. The copper bell wobbles and hangs down to Meng Xintang's knees, a height that children can reach.
The walls are very clean, nothing is pasted, only an ink painting hangs. Meng Xintang approached and stood under the painting to see. The painting depicts a family of three, putting out a burning straw mat, surrounded by clusters of flowers, and a glorious moon above their heads.
Did you accidentally light the straw mat
He had studied calligraphy, so he easily recognized the next line of inscriptions.
"Yihai Mid-Autumn Festival, Shi Yan is ten years old."
Is Mid-Autumn Festival a birthday? Meng Xintang made a secret in his heart.
"The child is a rogue, holding a candle to imitate the moonlight, hoping that the begonias in the courtyard will bloom. I didn't see the flowers blooming, and I mistakenly painted a sunset. So I sent it today, and I hope that the childlike heart will not fade away, and the begonias will be illuminated every year."
So, the ten-year-old Shen Shiyan would use the candle as the moon to illuminate the begonia flowers, but accidentally lit the straw mat next to him. Looking at the painting, Meng Xintang unconsciously began to wonder what the expression of Shen Shiyan who was holding the candle would look like, and what kind of expression would Shen Shiyan look like when he found that the mat was on.
It turns out that this man has been so romantic since he was a child.
"Jin Ruan made it in the courtyard of his home, at the side for ten days."
Then read on, Meng Xintang came into contact with these two names for the first time.
Time, Jin Ruan. Meng Xintang looked at the beautiful small print and understood that these were probably Shen Shiyan's parents. The man in the painting is laughing and holding a basin of water, but he doesn't appear to be in a hurry because of the fire. The woman has only one back, her hair is tangled behind her head, and the wisp hanging from her ear is fluttering in the wind, very gentle. look. Both of them fit Meng Xintang's imagination.
Knowing that Shen Shiyan's parents had passed away, Meng Xintang felt more complicated when he read this line of characters and looked at the painting again. With such parents, Shen Shiyan's past should be more poetic than he thought.
Looking around, there is a desk, a cabinet, and a bed, all of which are made of wood. There was a very light fragrance in the room, Meng Xintang couldn't figure out the source, and he didn't know if it was coming from the wood. He leaned closer to the desk and looked at the books on the small bookshelf. There are several collections of Pipa songs, one encyclopedic knowledge, two books on human body structure, and at the end, there is a New English-Chinese Dictionary with black leather and gold characters.
This book looked familiar, and Meng Xintang remembered that he also had a copy, and it was a very old version.
Perhaps because they found something in common between the two, Meng Xintang became interested and reached out to pick up the dictionary. But before he could open it, a bell pierced into his ear and stopped his movements. The sound was not loud, and Meng Xintang judged that it was Shen Shiyan's cell phone that was ringing in the hall while he was eating.
The bell rang for a while.
He put the dictionary in his hand back, turned and walked towards the door. After waiting for a while, no one picked him up, so he went out to the front hall. On the way, he glanced at the room where Shen Shiyan was sleeping. The door was tightly closed. It was estimated that the person was already asleep, and he didn't hear the sound outside. He looked around and found a cell phone on the cabinet beside him.
When I picked up the phone, the ringtone was gone, and there were two missed caller IDs, both of which were the same unfamiliar phone number.
Meng Xintang didn't plan to wake Shen Shiyan, and put the phone back on the table. But it just stopped a few seconds before the bell rang again. Meng Xintang saw this unstoppable momentum, and began to speculate whether it might be a temporary emergency at the hospital.
After thinking for a moment, he held the phone in his hand again and walked to the door of Shen Shiyan's room. He had raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when a short message suddenly appeared on the screen. Meng Xintang didn't mean to take a peek, but today's smart phones are too considerate, and the content of text messages is just lying on the table.
After he accidentally glanced at him, he quickly averted his eyes, pondered for a while, and thought that the man was really his ex-boyfriend. I saw him at the wedding today, and he found that his love was over, and he wanted to get back together
The footsteps paved back along the road from which they came. The phone turned in Meng Xintang's hand, and with a slight sound, it re-fitted with the mahogany desktop. Before that, it was turned to mute.
What kind of combination.
A text message disturbed his appreciation. After returning to the house, Meng Xintang was lying on the bed, holding his mobile phone and casually lighting it for no purpose. I looked at the time, it was 11:20. He hesitated for a while at the WeChat list, then clicked on Jiang Yanxiao's avatar.
After typing a message, Meng Xintang felt that he was instigating. After a while, the content was still a lot.
"If you want to stay until the Chinese New Year, you must bring thick clothes. I was there last winter. I wore three sweaters, two down jackets, and one military coat, and it was still very cold. I also need to bring sunscreen. It is very dry during the day. Ultraviolet rays are very strong. Others, hats, masks, gloves, I will tell you what I think of. Also, because the radiation is very strong, you may experience headache symptoms, don’t take it seriously, be sure to bring protective clothing to my The office took mine too, I won't use it this year."
After clicking Send, Meng Xintang folded his arms under his head and silently closed his eyes. Now that the incident has happened, he has gone from anger to calm, and in fact, he has rarely thought about the cause and effect of this incident by himself. But chatting with Shen Shiyan today made him think and worry a lot.
After a while, the phone vibrated, and it was Jiang Yanxiao's reply.
"Remember it all, uncle, don't worry."
There is a smiling face at the back, a bit like Jiang Yanxiao, who is usually heartless.
Meng Xintang wanted to say a few more words, but he felt that there was no way to start. He doesn't like preaching, because he feels that the principles of affairs, the principles that a person understands, cannot be comprehended from preaching. Moreover, everyone is living and wants to live a different life, and he does not want to impose his own ideas on others. For Jiang Yanxiao, who has never experienced any sophistication, growing up and experience, as well as the establishment of various "views", all need her to do it. He can at most give her a few words of guidance and the help she needs.
In the end, Meng Xintang only replied with the word "good", saying that he could come to him at any time if something happened.
Exiting the chat box, he casually swiped his Moments. Meng Xintang's own circle of friends is blank, and he doesn't often read things posted by others, but if he happens to be free one day, he will take a look.
I don't know if it was because he drank a little wine today. He was lying on the bed of Shen Shiyan's house. After his mind went blank, he edited the first circle of friends.
"In 2001, a foreign professor invited a senior to go abroad for civilian use. When the senior refused, he said a sentence: 'Science has no borders, but scientists have a motherland.'"
It's not to stretch or shout, but if you don't tell what you believe in, he's afraid that one day, everyone will forget it. If he said it more, he didn't want to make Chizi cold.
He quickly gained some likes, and one of his junior brothers also commented, to the effect that everyone was still working overtime, so he should come back quickly to rescue them.
In the middle of the night, Meng Xintang woke up after hearing a rustling movement. With his eyes half-open, he slowed down in the darkness and heard the sound of something unfolding and the sound of rain.
Is it raining? Should it be the last summer rain or the first autumn rain
Lifting the thin quilt, he got out of bed and went to the window to raise the low curtains.
Meng Xintang's room is facing the kitchen on the side. At first glance, it is a wall lamp. The light is old and yellow, as faint as it is shining from ancient times.
It was indeed raining, and the rain screen cut the field of vision into strips of tiny edges. When spliced together, a figure appeared, wearing a white T-shirt and black shorts, soaked by the rain, and was moving the support of the canopy.
Only then did Meng Xintang notice the flowers hit by the rain.
He quickly turned around and went out the door.