Meng Xintang put the clothes he brought with Shen Shiyan into a wardrobe. Shen Shiyan is still very particular about dressing, but he doesn't buy clothes in large quantities, so before Meng Xintang came, the big closet in his house was only a little more than half filled. Shen Shiyan looked at Meng Xintang packing up his clothes, smiled and said, "Your clothes are really... monotonous."
Meng Xintang looked at his own, and then at Shen Shiyan's. Indeed, at a glance, his clothes can be all included in the three colors of black, white and gray, but Shen Shiyan is different. Just talking about cotton shirts, he has white, light blue, and even Another is a very pale pink. Meng Xintang tilted his head and took out the pale pink one.
"Why didn't I see you wearing this?"
Shen Shiyan held the cabinet door with one hand and covered his face with the other, leaning his head on it and smiling.
"When I went shopping for clothes, I saw that the little girl said it was too hard, so I bought it. But it's a bit pink and tender. I'm in my 30s, and it seems that there are no occasions to wear it, and it doesn't look like my style. ."
Meng Xintang took the clothes and compared them to Shen Shiyan, and said disapprovingly, "I think you will look good in your clothes. You have fair skin, and you don't look like a 30-year-old."
Shen Shiyan corrected: "It's 31."
Meng Xintang smiled, quoting what Meng Xinchu often said: "You will always be 18."
When he hung the clothes back, he said again: "You can wear them when we date."
Hearing this, Shen Shiyan leaned there and stared at Meng Xintang motionless, and Meng Xintang also looked at him with a slight smile. After watching for a while, the two of them didn't realize that the distance between them had become very close, and they had already breathed and blended. The atmosphere was so good that it was sweet, until Shen Shiyan took a breath because his nose was stuffy. Meng Xintang suddenly broke down and laughed.
Shen Shiyan sighed and turned to the table to get the paper: "What a great atmosphere, I have to take off my glasses next."
Meng Xintang closed the cabinet door and followed behind him with a smile.
Perhaps it was because he was too tired and in a bad mood, Shen Shiyan's cold even dragged on for half a month and didn't get better. Meng Xintang poured him a cup of hot water, and when he handed it to Shen Shiyan, he found that his hand was cold.
"Is it still cold in a sweater?" Meng Xintang frowned and took his hand, covering it with his own, holding it in the palm of his hand.
"I probably have a cold body." Shen Shiyan curled up his fingers and scratched Meng Xintang's palm.
Meng Xintang was so itchy that he ducked, and smiled at him again, holding his hand to prevent him from moving.
"Go see a Chinese medicine doctor and drink some Chinese medicine for conditioning."
"Oh no," Shen Shiyan stopped him, "Although I am a doctor, I really can't drink the taste of Chinese medicine. When I was a child, I had to eat half a catty of sugar for a bowl of Chinese medicine."
Meng Xintang couldn't help laughing when he saw his frown: "Yes, you like sweets."
This reminded Shen Shiyan that he didn't even remember the last time he ate dessert. He touched his stomach involuntarily, thinking about when he would go to the dessert shop to replenish.
The weather was so cold that it seemed like it was going to snow. In the evening, Shen Shiyan came back from working in the conservatory, stopped in the yard and stared at the darkening sky in a daze. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Lao Gu left and Grandma Osmanthus moved to her son's house. He always felt that the long alley became quiet all of a sudden. It stands to reason that in the past, except for the occasional bright voice, Lao Gu didn't have any other big movements, but Grandma Osmanthus was even quieter and didn't take it out every day. He couldn't help wondering whether it was the cold winter that made this alley quiet, or the long thoughts that made it quiet.
Meng Xintang came back with the cake and saw Shen Shiyan squatting in the yard with his head up and smoking a cigarette. He was not wearing a coat, and was exposed to the drowsy light. The wind was not small, and his hair was blown up a few times.
"Hey." Before Meng Xintang could speak, Shen Shiyan interrupted him first. He rubbed his nose with his hand holding the cigarette, and said with his eyes bent, "You know it's wrong, don't criticize education."
Meng Xintang approached helplessly, pulling him up by one of his thin wrists.
"Then go into the house."
Shen Shiyan was pushed in by Meng Xintang, but his eyes caught sight of the thing in Meng Xintang's hand. He pointed, and the shape of his eyes became more like a crooked smile: "What is this?"
"Dessert."
The heating in the room was sufficient. Shen Shiyan stood beside the radiator, holding hands. He watched Meng Xintang take out the boxes in the bag one by one, arrange them neatly, then took the knife and fork and put them on a small plate. two pairs.
Shen Shiyan rubbed his hands and sat at the table, dragging a chocolate lava box with his long, thin fingers. There was a crackling sound when the transparent box was opened, and Shen Shiyan loved listening to the excitement.
He looked at Meng Xintang, who was already sitting opposite, and said strangely, "Don't you eat desserts?"
"Isn't someone eating with you, it will get twice the result with half the effort." Meng Xintang pushed the newly opened cake in front of Shen Shiyan, and went to open the next one, "You eat first."
Shen Shiyan's face was calm, and he glanced down at the cake: "In the evening, if you eat too much, you will gain weight."
"You are too thin, you should grow some meat."
Shen Shiyan said again, "You bought too much to eat."
"Take a few bites if you want, and give me the rest so you can eat more."
This time Shen Shiyan was speechless, he sighed, tilted his head and looked at Meng Xintang with a smile. When Meng Xintang met his eyes, he felt that the smile shook him as if he had seen a full moon full of flowers.
"What sigh?"
Shen Shiyan shook his head, forked a small piece of cake and put it in his mouth.
"I just think it's good to fall in love."
Meng Xintang smiled and watched him eat, and then took over the cake that he had forked in half. It was the first time that he felt that the dessert didn't seem that bad, it was quite sweet.
"When you get better from your cold, let's go on a date." Meng Xintang said suddenly.
Shen Shiyan was stunned for a moment, then looked up: "Date?"
"Well," Meng Xintang nodded, "after we were together, we haven't had a formal date yet."
Shen Shiyan smiled and asked with great interest where to go on a date.
"I haven't thought about it yet, do you have any ideas?"
When Meng Xintang said this, he was serious, with a serious look on his face. Shen Shiyan wanted to laugh, but it wasn't funny, so he had to endure and say, "Inexperienced."
He originally guessed that Meng Xintang's appointment should be to watch a movie, listen to a concert, or even more special, to see an art exhibition or something. He even considered a recent technology exhibition. Unexpectedly, when he was on the phone with Meng Xintang a few days later, he asked him if he wanted to climb the mountain.
A date to go mountain climbing? It seems that Meng Xintang did say before, go mountain climbing on weekends? Shen Shiyan thought so, and hesitated for a few seconds to answer. Meng Xintang explained at the other end: "I mentioned it to you before, I think it's good to exercise properly. It's winter again, which is very suitable for mountain climbing. If you think it's not romantic enough, I have another suggestion."
Shen Shiyan was not keen on sports, but he recalled what Meng Xintang had said about his father that day, and immediately responded.
"Okay, how about this weekend?"
"Well, let's go to Hebei. There is a newly developed mountain. My friend went there last week and said the scenery is not bad."
The first date of the two people was settled like this, and after hanging up the phone, Shen Shiyan still felt incredible that a person who even hid in the shade under the shade of a big tree to listen to songs while reading, would agree to put the phone together. Mountain climbing in winter as the content of the first official date.
He smiled to himself and shook his head: "Love..."
Although Meng Xintang had already moved some clothes and stuff to Shen Shiyan's place, in fact, there was very little time he could actually live there, and he could only stay for two days on weekends when he didn't work overtime. They were originally scheduled to leave on Saturday morning, and Meng Xintang came over on Friday night, but when they got off work, Meng Xintang was hampered by things again. He had to call Shen Shiyan and tell him to pick him up on Saturday morning. Shen Shiyan asked if he needed to bring anything, Meng Xintang said no, and later said, if you want to eat candy, you can bring a few pieces to replenish energy. Shen Shiyan interrupted him by making two consecutive "hey hey" sounds.
"You really think I'm a child."
Meng Xintang laughed lowly and asked, "Isn't it? I like sweets."
Shen Shiyan gently pinched a flower bone that had just grown, smelled the aroma of his fingertips, and retorted: "Sweet food and children are not equal, your logic is wrong."
"I don't admit it." Meng Xintang said with a smile.
"I'm starting to be unreasonable for you." After Shen Shiyan finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing. Meng Xintang listened quietly and put the receiver closer to his ear.
When he went back to the elevator after overtime at night, Meng Xintang was still thinking about whether there was anything he didn't bring with him. When he got home, he checked the things again and made sure that there was no problem before starting to pack them. But I didn't expect to find out by accident that one of the two pairs of gloves had been disconnected. Meng Xintang picked up the broken glove and looked at it for a while, and judged that he should not have the ability to repair it. Turning around and thinking, I seem to have a new pair, but I forgot where I put it.
At 12:30 in the middle of the night, Meng Xintang started rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find gloves. He remembered that they put them in the cabinet of the study, but he couldn't find them after searching for a long time. After deliberating for a moment, he sent Meng Xinchu a WeChat message for help. The girl really stayed up all night, and returned almost in seconds, telling Meng Xintang that the last time she helped him clean up the study, she put the pair of gloves in the upper drawer of the cabinet.
Meng Xintang found the gloves as Meng Xinchu said, but when he closed the drawer, his eyes went to the bookcase on one side, where his newspaper clippings for so many years were neatly arranged.
Looking back on it later, he didn't know why he went through his newspaper clippings at such a late hour. Perhaps it was because the date on the spine of the notebook he saw for the first time was a bit special, and he immediately thought of Shen Know the eaves.
January to June 2008.
Meng Xintang put the gloves aside, took out the newspaper clipping, and unconsciously turned to May, which was full of grief and pain.
On May 12, the clippings contained two preliminary reports on the Wenchuan earthquake.
On May 13, the first one was still the disaster report, aftershocks occurred, and the second one was a summary of the disaster relief situation.
May 14th…
When he turned to this page, Meng Xintang's fingers paused, and the page he was holding did not fall down.
The news is accompanied by two pictures.
The first is the back view of a young doctor giving first aid to a little girl on a small flat in the rubble. Running through the whole picture is a broken piece of wood. It should have just fallen, and there is even dust that was swept up when the broken piece of wood just fell. What is shocking is that this broken tree has only two points of focus - one is the ground at one end, and the other is the young doctor's right shoulder.
In the second photo, the young doctor held the little girl in his arms. The photo is just the back, so Meng Xintang can't see his expression, but he can see his clenched arms and buried head. There were two more people beside him, two warriors. They stood beside him, lifted the wood that had been resting on his shoulders, and took off their hats in mourning.
The paper caught between his fingers began to tremble, as if he had passed through many years, carefully and gently fiddling with this seemingly peaceful night. Only then did Meng Xintang know that when you see the suffering of your lover with your own eyes, you will really feel that the sky is falling.
- Forgot to ask you, how did the shoulder hurt
- I was accidentally smashed before, it's all right.
Meng Xintang took a breath and exhaled it very lightly and slowly. He looked down and saw his own comment—usually his comment would be more than two lines short, but this page has only a few words, and it is rare to be literary and sensational. I don’t know if he is talking about this perhaps The young doctor, who was already in tears, was still talking about the country that was suffering great pain.
"Towards the rising sun, I walked through the cold winds of winter nights."
It turned out that this was their first encounter.
When the fragrance of flowers and the morning mist were mixed together, Shen Shiyan pushed open the courtyard door, but he didn't expect that the target was not the red walls and bricks and the birds climbing the eaves, but the Meng Xintang standing outside the door. Upright and quiet.
"Why did you come so early?"
Meng Xintang looked at him steadily, and only slowly raised the corners of his mouth when he asked. He suddenly stepped forward and hugged his warm body tightly.
Shen Shiyan was stunned for a moment, raised his head slightly, rested his chin on Meng Xintang's shoulder, and asked, "Why? You haven't seen each other for a few days, like every autumn?"
Meng Xintang said, "I'm here to apologize."
"Apologize?" Shen Shiyan didn't understand.
"You are not a child."
Hearing this nonsense sentence, Shen Shiyan immediately laughed. He thought Meng Xintang was waking up early to be funny, so he asked jokingly, "How did you figure it out? So am I a 31-year-old mature man now?"
"no."
Shen Shiyan gave a "hey", rubbed his shoulder and shook his head, saying that he was not sincere.
Meng Xintang kissed his right shoulder with a deep kiss.
"It's a hero."
And I'm really sorry for not being able to really fall in love with you at first sight.