In the past, if someone told Meng Xintang about love at first sight, he would have to say "nonsense".
Today's play should have come to an end, and the group of gray-haired people joked noisily for a while, and then dispersed with a small bench and a thin coat. The young man didn't move, he put his head on the pipa, stretched his legs and sat, looking at the laziness.
An uncle came from a distance, the walnut in his hand was spinning quite smoothly, and he could be heard shouting from a distance, "Yo, Xiao Shen isn't going to work today?"
"It was a big night last night, and it's still today."
"Two days in a row?"
"Change shifts with people."
Just listening to his voice and looking at his silhouette leaning on the pipa, Meng Xintang was already eager to know what kind of person he was.
He took two steps forward, getting closer to him. The ground paved with bricks was not stable, so he didn't pay attention and stepped on a rather large stone. Fortunately, I walked slowly, not so much as to shake my body. Meng Xintang lowered his head and kicked the stone under the wall with one foot.
It was the sound of Shizi Gulu that caught the young man's attention. He suddenly turned around and looked at Meng Xintang. Unprepared, there was the first look at each other.
Meng Xintang always wanted to see his appearance, but now people really turned his head and looked over, but he misplaced his attention - the first thing that caught his eye was his hair. Because Pipa was rubbing against his forehead in the process of turning his head, the broken hair on his forehead was messed up at the moment, lying on his face irregularly. Only then did Meng Xintang realize that the youth's hair was half-dry. Maybe it was after the night shift and just went home and took a shower
In fact, on the whole, he looked quite mature and stable, but when he looked at himself, Meng Xintang was struck by a youthful anger that could not be covered. I don't know if it had something to do with the half-dry hair.
The young man smiled slightly at him and nodded.
Meng Xintang gave the same gift in return.
He started walking again, this time standing beside him.
He probably didn't expect him to come over, the young man's eyes seemed to flash with surprise for a moment, but it quickly disappeared. He stood up politely, still holding the piano.
"Sorry for interrupting," Meng Xintang nodded at him with a smile, "I just heard the song you played, I thought it was really nice."
It was the first time for Meng Xintang to talk to people like this. After speaking, he himself felt clumsy and boring, very bad.
"thanks."
The conversation stopped here, Meng Xintang raised his hand, pushed the metal glasses frame, and started lying without blinking: "That's right, my sister keeps yelling that she wants to learn pipa, I thought you were a professional just now. Teacher, I would like to ask you if you are accepting students."
The young man tilted his head slightly, with a playful smile in his eyes, as if he had heard something interesting and worth thinking about.
"Just thought? What about now? Think I'm unprofessional?"
Not a serious person.
Hearing this slight joke, Meng Xintang's smile became wider, revealing his white teeth.
"Of course not, but didn't you just say it's a big night?" He looked down and fell on the young man's overly handsome hand, "So I guess, you may be a doctor."
Maybe surgical.
This time, the young man laughed, and he bowed and carefully placed the piano in his arms on the stone table. He shook his head and smiled: "You are very smart."
An uncle on the side put away the erhu and said hello to the young man: "If you don't go, I will go first."
"Hey," the young man turned around and beckoned to him, "you go first."
This time, only the two of them were left under the tree.
After facing each other for so long, Meng Xintang had just recovered and paid attention to the face of the person in front of him. It's not so stunning, but it's clean, angular, comfortable to look at, and wants to get close.
"I am indeed a doctor. Pipa is just a hobby. Thank you for your love."
After a moment of hesitation, Meng Xintang pursed his lips, and finally said honestly, "I like it very much."
The young man raised his eyes and glanced at him. It took a long time for this glance to make Meng Xintang feel that this person had seen him thoroughly.
"I don't know what to call it yet." The young man said with a smile.
Meng Xintang then remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet. Knowing that he was rude, he was somewhat embarrassed. , the hall of the temple, if you don't mind, I hope to make friends with you."
Meng Xintang stretched out his hand and stared at the young man.
The young man just stretched out his hand, but immediately changed his course.
"Hey, I forgot, I'm still wearing my nails, sorry."
"It doesn't matter." Meng Xintang glanced at it, his hand in the air didn't move, "My honor."
The young man smiled and held him.
Meng Xintang felt a different touch, the tape wrapped around his nails. The tape is close to skin color, and the texture looks similar to medical tape. The first time he saw it, he couldn't hold back his eyes when the young man retracted his hand.
"Shen Shiyan, a doctor in the Department of Thoracic Surgery of the First Hospital."
The same is self-introduction, but more detailed than him. Meng Xintang thought about it and added: "I am an engineer, and I do missiles, ballistic missiles."
This sentence made Shen Shiyan raise his eyebrows.
"Looks like... a bit powerful."
Meng Xintang shook his head: "It just sounds great."
"This kind of work is not for everyone."
Shen Shiyan was talking to Meng Xintang while picking his fingernails. Meng Xintang looked down and saw that he deftly flipped his fingers to untie the tape. Starting from his thumb, he stretched the tape on his nails and folded them together. Finally, fold it in half again, the glued side sticks together, and the nail becomes a small ball.
"Are you here for tea?"
"Well, but I don't know about tea. A friend's teahouse, come here to catch up."
Shen Shiyan laughed twice, for his frankness.
"The tea in this teahouse is really good. If I wasn't busy with work, I would probably drink it every day."
He picked up the piano bag next to him, and took out a small iron box in the shape of a red heart from the small pocket in front. With a crisp sound, the nails entered the small box.
He put the small box back in, and like a treasure chest, he took out a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses.
Under Meng Xintang's somewhat surprised gaze, he put his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The tree canopy above his head is very lush, and there is very little light leaking out, but there happens to be a ray of light that turns into a golden light spot, slips around the frame of his glasses, and stops at the highest point of the circle.
Shen Shiyanswen who wears glasses is not dull. Meng Xintang never thought that he would use "juvenile" and "senior" to describe a person at the same time.
Wonderful and touching.
"Xintang! What?"
Meng Xintang was about to speak, but was interrupted by this sudden intrusion. He turned around and saw Wei Qiming walking towards him.
"Hey? Do you two know each other?"
"Just met," Meng Xintang heard something else from this, "what, you know each other?"
Wei Qiming laughed: "Didn't I always come out to chat with the uncles when I have nothing to do? He always hangs out with a bunch of uncles, and he's familiar with each other. Well, since you both know each other, let's sit together for a while, it's just time to eat. It's lunch time, and I'll let them get some noodles."
Meng Xintang was naturally very happy and reconciled twice.
Shen Shiyan didn't hesitate, and said generously: "Sure, I'll put the qin home first, and then come back to find you."
"Got it."
Until the back of Shen Shiyan carrying the piano disappeared into the corner, Meng Xintang was still staring in that direction.
"Hey," Wei Qiming touched him and glanced, "what else are you looking at?"
Meng Xintang smiled and said nothing.
Wei Qiming beckoned him to go in, but Meng Xintang said, "You go first, I'll have a cigarette."
"Tsk, why do I think you are smoking so fiercely now, how many are you a day now?"
Meng Xintang just took out the cigarette case. He lifted the lid with his index finger and showed it to Wei Qiming: "I opened it yesterday."
Three left.
Wei Qiming choked for a moment, and asked quite seriously, "You don't want to die, do you?"
"I can't help it." Meng Xintang took out a cigarette and lit it. He raised his chin at Wei Qiming: "You go in first, I'll go in after I finish."
Wei Qiming snorted again: "You can smoke less, now I'm scared to see you smoking."
"Not really." Meng Xintang sneered.
He couldn't be persuaded anyway, Wei Qiming ignored him, and after muttering a few more words, he turned around.
Meng Xintang finished smoking one, but Shen Shiyan hadn't come back. He opened the cigarette case and closed it. After repeating this action many times, he stretched out another cigarette. After weighing the empty cigarette case that was swaying from side to side, Meng Xintang had to admit that he had been smoking fiercely recently.
Fierce had nothing to do, he exhaled a breath of smoke towards the heights, and his eyes were blurred.
"I think you seem to like smoking." Shen Shiyan, who came back, said this first.
Unlike the casual answer to Wei Qiming, Meng Xintang stopped this time, wiped his nose with his hand holding the cigarette, and explained, "I usually smoke when I'm tired, but I can't stop when I start smoking."
He handed out the cigarette case and asked, "Would you like one?"
Shen Shiyan put his hand in the pocket of his shorts, and shook his head with a light smile: "I'm not keen on this."
Meng Xintang quickly extinguished the cigarette, and half of the cigarette was thrown into the trash can.
"Huh?" Shen Shiyan wondered, "Don't smoke anymore?"
"Well, let's go."
After speaking, Meng Xintang stepped forward and walked to Shen Shiyan. When he reached the door, he raised his hand and opened the bamboo curtain to wait for him to enter.
In the lobby, Wei Qiming was still sitting where he was just now, with a young man standing beside him, listening to him arrange the dishes.
The cold tea on the table has been removed, but because the business is so good, the water has not been wiped off. Meng Xintang wanted to sit in that position by himself, but Shen Shiyan was already one step ahead of him and sat down. He hurriedly asked the younger brother from the hall to bring a rag over.
"Shiyan, what do you want?" Wei Qiming asked across the table.
"I don't choose, it's fine."
"Then let's have tomatoes and eggs, and make some fried sauce."
Shen Shiyan suddenly interjected: "But you are a Qing teahouse, right? Is it appropriate for us to eat here?"
Wei Qiming smiled in a serious manner, and winked at the little brother beside him. The little brother nodded slightly, took a standing sign from the counter, and poked it on the table.
“Exclusively for the boss and friends.”
Shen Shiyan tilted his body and glanced at it, and immediately laughed, and nodded repeatedly: "Boss Wei is very powerful."
Meng Xintang had long been accustomed to Wei Qiming's nonsense, and had no time to pay attention to him. He asked Shen Shiyan: "Shizhan, which two words are they?"
Shen Shiyan looked at him sideways, smiled, then stretched out a finger and dipped the small pool of water that Meng Xintang had sprinkled on the table. Wet fingers rose and fell on the table, and two words fell out.
Know the eaves.
It's startling to look at.
Meng Xintang only felt that this person's every move had a different flavor, and even when he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes to form these two words, he became a painting.