When Shen Shiyan woke up, his head was dizzy, and his eyes were not very clear. He had already covered his head with the quilt and was about to go back to sleep. Only then did he recall the night last night and Meng Xintang who was still at home.
He often sleeps without drawing the curtains, so that he can see more clearly when the courtyard is bright, windy, and raining.
The glasses were placed on the table by the window as usual. Shen Shiyan rubbed his eyes and walked over. As soon as his fingertips touched the cool glasses frame, he caught a glimpse of the figure in the yard.
Meng Xintang was admiring the two birds pecking on the ground, when he heard the movement of the curtain behind him, he turned his head.
"woke up?"
"Well, you got up so early?"
Shen Shiyan answered this sentence and walked to his side.
"Get used to getting up early." After Meng Xintang finished speaking, noticing that Shen Shiyan was a little different today, he raised his hand and tapped his glasses, and said, "You didn't wear glasses today."
Shen Shiyan froze for a moment, his head turned a little slow, he clearly remembered that he had just walked to the side of the glasses.
"Ah, I forgot."
The usual Shen Shiyan always had a pair of glasses pressed on the bridge of his nose. Today, it is gone, the lines seem to be more obvious, and the eyes seem to be more beautiful without that layer of shielding. Meng Xintang looked at it like this, and said wherever he thought of it.
"Actually, you look good without glasses."
I don't know if it was because of the conversation last night with each other's concerns. After the sentence was over, the air between the two suddenly became quiet. Shen Shiyan put his hands in his pockets and looked into the distance with a smile, finally realizing the taste of the legendary "cold field".
He laughed, turned his head and asked Meng Xintang, "This is called 'embarrassment'."
Meng Xintang, who was thinking about the topic, immediately laughed when he asked, "My fault."
Shen Shiyan smiled and shook his head without saying anything else. And because of his teasing reveal just now, the two of them seemed to have regained the ease when they got along with each other.
The two birds flew away, grabbed Shen Shiyan's eyes, and plunged into the depths of the sky.
"Does your shoulder still hurt?" Meng Xintang was concerned.
Shen Shiyan pressed his shoulders and turned around, shaking his head: "It's alright."
"It's good if it doesn't hurt," Meng Xintang said. "Since there is an old injury, be careful in the future, don't bump it again, and don't catch a cold."
When Shen Shiyan didn't wake up just now, Meng Xintang stood here and recalled the doctor's words that day, and suddenly felt a little scared. Although it was a threatening joke, his worry was completely reasonable. If a thoracic surgeon really has a serious root cause in his shoulder, he really can't get a scalpel anymore.
Listening to Meng Xintang's words, Shen Shiyan felt that of the two of them, Meng Xintang was the doctor. Thinking it was interesting, but didn't show it, he nodded solemnly, fully accepting Meng Xintang's kindness.
Meng Xintang was going to the work unit and left without breakfast. Before leaving, he put on a second plaster for Shen Shiyan.
Shen Shiyan took Meng Xintang into a taxi, strolled back slowly in the morning light, and bought a sunflower at the flower shop at the entrance of the Hutong. Passing by the breakfast stall in the alley, I remembered that I hadn't taken care of this aunt's business for a long time, so I stopped to buy two fried dough sticks and a cup of soy milk.
He moved a small bench and sat at the door of the yard, took out the old radio in the house, put it beside him, and started to eat fritters. I don't know if it was the smell of fried dough sticks or the morning song playing on the radio, which attracted the two wild cats who often wandered around. The two cats walked in an arc to his feet, one gave him a more lively "meow", and the other remained silent, lying on the side and watching him.
Shen Shiyan teased them for a while, observed their fatness and thinness, then got up and went into the house to find ham. When I got to the house, I found that the dining table that was not cleaned last night was cleaned up by Meng Xintang. When I went to the kitchen again, as expected, I saw a pile of clean dishes and bowls.
Did this person sleep or not
Shen Shiyan glanced again and saw a stainless steel basin buttoned on the desk with a note attached to it.
"I didn't find the plastic wrap. There are not many fish left, but it's a pity to throw them away. Last time I saw stray cats around, you can feed them. Of course, if you still want to eat, you can eat it yourself, but I'm worried that you won't be hot. ."
Shen Shiyan tore off the note, looked at it for a long time, stretched out his hand, stuck it on the wall, and pressed it on the note twice uneasy before leaving.
He brought fish and ham sausage to the two cats. Seeing them tentatively leaning forward to smell it, he glanced at him, took a step, and stood beside the plate to eat with confidence.
Shen Shiyan sat beside them, drinking soy milk and asked them, "Is it cold?"
No cat squeaks.
Shen Shiyan asked again, "Is it delicious?"
Still no cat squeak.
Shen Shiyan sighed, stretched out his legs, and sucked the soy milk cup into the empty alley alone, making the two cats look up at him in shock for a long time.
After the morning music channel's program was over, Shen Shiyan changed two channels and switched to the news channel.
At about 8:30, Shen Shiyan heard the old Gu's voice hanging from the next door on time. He was happy and ran into the room to carry the two small wine bottles.
When Lao Gu opened the door for him, he looked like a thief. He opened a crack in the door and asked in a low voice while wearing reading glasses, "Have you left it for me?"
Shen Shiyan raised his hand and shook it. The two wine bottles were swayed and touched together, making a crisp sound. Lao Gu hurriedly put his hands around the wine bottle and glared at Shen Shiyan: "Keep your voice down!"
Shen Shiyan smiled and threw his hands away, his bad intentions were written on his face.
Lao Gu grabbed the necks of the two wine bottles with one hand, and pulled both stoppers off at the same time. He glanced inside and became unhappy immediately.
"Why did you leave such a sip for me? You drank two bottles of my wine and left such a sip for me!"
Shen Shiyan stared at him for a long time, then looked away through the crack of the door and opened his mouth to shout, "Gui..."
"Hey," Lao Gu hurriedly raised his hand to block him, "don't shout, don't shout, enough is enough, enough is enough."
Shen Shiyan then closed his mouth and closed his mouth, watching Lao Gu mumbling and taking a small sip cherishly, squinting his eyes and smacking hard.
"You can't drink," Shen Shiyan advised, "grandmother Osmanthus is right about you, and I can't keep doing bad things for you, and I'll leave you there in the future."
Lao Gu was not reconciled, and retorted with furrowed eyebrows: "I used to have two, you can't be less and less."
"You're getting older and older, don't take your illness for granted, and you won't have a second bite in the future."
Shen Shiyan said this very decisively, and in Lao Gu's opinion, he didn't look like the young man who usually sang with him. Lao Gu was a little aggrieved, and wanted to win something for himself, but Shen Shiyan threatened directly: "If you don't obey, I won't ask you to get wine in the future, Grandma Guihua only gives me wine, or I won't come. , you can't even touch it."
Hearing this, Old Gu fainted, thinking about it, one bite is better than none at all.
"One sip, one sip, I divide it into three sips."
Lao Gu raised the bottle to take a gulp, when suddenly there was a drink from the other side of the room: "Lao Gu! Are you stealing your drink again?"
This scolding startled the two at the door, Shen Shiyan was shocked, and seeing Lao Gu coughed out the wine he had just imported, he felt distressed.
Lao Gu was choked and coughed so badly, Shen Shiyan quickly patted him on the back. Just like that, Lao Gu didn't forget to pass the little bit of wine left in his hand to Shen Shiyan's hand, so as not to shake it off with a cough.
After waiting a bit, the little old man kept saying "hey, hey" while looking at the wet marks on the ground.
"I just took a sip..."
Shen Shiyan held the two small wine bottles and smiled unkindly, and finally looked at the more folded face, still a little unbearable: "I'll keep it for you next time."
Lao Gu waited all night for this sip of wine, and his lost mood could not be made up for by a false verbal promise like Shen Shiyan.
"Your friend, when will you come, will you come next week?" he asked. Someday, there must be hope for him.
"Should... not come."
"When will it come?"
Shen Shiyan thought to himself, how could I know.
The two looked at each other, and when Lao Gu saw that he didn't speak, he urged him: "What about you?"
"How do I know that."
This is the truth. Shen Shiyan returned home, squatting in the yard and thinking, yesterday's flat fish and shrimp were really delicious. Wine is also fragrant, and people are also drunk. It's love, it's expensive, but it's also very irritating.
He couldn't hold back, and he turned the pack of cigarettes from the house for an unknown time. It tasted like he was holding a bundle of hay in his mouth.