Meng Xintang started with a new model and was busy all winter. Most of the newspaper clippings made by Shen Shiyan already had a thick volume, but the number of fingers could be counted, and the days when the two of them were free to meet was really pitiful. He was usually so busy in the hospital that his feet didn't touch the ground, but Shen Shiyan didn't feel anything. When he was resting at home, he suddenly felt some emptiness.
Shen Shiyan stretched and went to the yard to light a cigarette. He turned on the radio, squatted on the ground with squinted eyes, staring at the bare tree branches outside the courtyard wall in a daze.
The mobile phone in the room suddenly rang, and Shen Shiyan was stunned for a moment. When he got up, he hurriedly disrupted a smoke ring that had just risen into the air.
"what are you doing?"
Meng Xintang's voice sounded a little hoarse, and Shen Shiyan turned his head: "You are in a daze, are you tired?"
"A few extra days of work."
Meng Xintang spoke slowly, Shen Shiyan walked into the courtyard again and sat down on the steps. After talking on the phone for a while, he realized that the cigarette between his fingers had been extinguished at some point. He let out a slight sigh, and Meng Xintang on the other side heard it and asked what was wrong.
"I was lighting a cigarette, but I forgot to talk to you, and it went out."
Meng Xintang laughed: "It's okay to light it again."
Shen Shiyan said, "I don't want to light the cigarette a second time."
"Why don't you order a second time?" Meng Xintang thought there was something he didn't know about, but then he thought, Shen Shiyan didn't seem to be someone who would obey those "old-life teachings".
"I'm like this. You see, smoking is for a certain emotion. If the cigarette burns out, it means that the emotion has changed," Shen Shiyan smiled, "Since the emotion has changed, there is nothing more to order. It's necessary."
Over there, Meng Xintang thought quietly for a while, then stretched out his hand and brushed the unmelted snow on the window sill beside him. He plucked a handful, so small that it was almost impossible to find when it hit the ground.
"It seems reasonable."
Shen Shiyan chuckled lightly, saying that he was very persuasive.
"Then why is this cigarette emotional?" Meng Xintang saw a young couple in the courtyard in the distance, snuggled through the wide parking lot, "Today is only Tuesday, so early this week's share smoked?"
There was silence in the receiver for a while, and then there was a low laugh and a few words floating on the smile.
"miss you."
The snow on the windowsill was swept off by a large amount of snow, and they fell to the ground in dismay, embarrassed, but vivid.
Suddenly there was no sound from both sides, and the receiver was silent for a while before a soft call from Meng Xintang came.
"Know the eaves."
Meng Xintang tightened the phone in his hand: "On the evening of the 29th, a New Year's party will be organized in the courtyard. Would you like to come and watch?"
"Can I go to your hospital?" Shen Shiyan asked immediately.
"Yes, the party is for employees and their families." Meng Xintang paused for a while, and unconsciously kept his voice very soft, even listening carefully, he was already mixed with a little sigh.
"Come here, I really want to see you."
So after lunch on the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, Shen Shiyan started to prepare the outfit for going out today. He slipped through the clothes in the closet, and finally held the pink shirt to his chest.
I didn't have a chance to wear it on the last mountain climbing date, or this time... Shen Shiyan looked at himself in the mirror and was shocked by the smile. In the end, he took off the hanger and put the pink and tender clothes on his body.
Before going out, he received a call from Meng Xintang.
"Remember to bring your ID card and use the pass to enter the door."
"Where to do it? In the reception room?"
Meng Xintang gave an "um" and quickly said, "I will wait for you at the door, and I will help you."
"Oh," Shen Shiyan opened the wallet and looked at it, confirming that he had his ID card on him, "what else should I pay attention to? I haven't been to such a serious place yet."
"It's nothing serious," Meng Xintang laughed. "Oh, you can't take pictures in and around the courtyard, but this one is of no use to you. You don't seem to take many pictures."
Although Shen Shiyan knew how to drive, he was too troublesome to drive, so he never bought a car. He went out and took a taxi. After telling the driver about the location, the driver gave him a look: "Are you working there?"
"No," Shen Shiyan said with a smile, "Go find a friend."
As soon as these words came out, Shen Shiyan suddenly had a peculiar feeling that he had not seen for a long time. It was a throbbing feeling that he only had when he was seventeen or eighteen years old—wanted to see him, went to see him.
This was probably the farthest rental car Shen Shiyan had ever called. When paying, he had the illusion that he was rich and rich. While holding the invoice and looking around, someone tapped on the shoulder, Shen Shiyan turned around and almost hit the bridge of Meng Xintang's nose.
"It startled me," Shen Shiyan smiled while covering his chest with one hand, "Where are you hiding?"
Meng Xintang pointed not far away: "I thought you would come from there, but I didn't expect the driver to go this way..."
As he was talking, Meng Xintang suddenly stopped. He raised a hand and touched the shirt collar exposed by Shen Shiyan: "You wear this one?"
Shen Shiyan lowered his head, looked at himself, raised his head again, and asked, "Is it not good-looking?"
"It's beautiful." Meng Xintang took Shen Shiyan's hand, "I'll take a closer look later."
The two entered the communication room, and the people inside greeted Meng Xintang. Meng Xintang took the form handed out from the window, picked up the pen next to him and was about to start filling it, but was stopped by Shen Shiyan.
"Hey, I'll do it myself." He smiled and drew the pen in Meng Xintang's hand, "For the first time, it's a bit of a ritual."
Everything went smoothly in the front. When it came to "relationship with the interviewer", Shen Shiyan removed the tip of his pen, lowered his head and asked softly how to fill in this column.
"Cooperation."
"spouse."
The two answers sounded almost at the same time, Shen Shiyan was stunned, looked up at Meng Xintang, and blinked at him twice in a daze.
Without explanation, Meng Xintang took the pen in Shen Shiyan's hand and wrote those two words on the form. He didn't even use the cursive font he used to write on weekdays, but the upright block letters.
Shen Shiyan looked at the form that was pushed back, and was a little stunned.
"Just sign it below."
Hearing the reminder, Shen Shiyan finally recovered and signed his name in the lower left corner. He handed the completed form along with the ID to the man at the window, who stamped it and handed the form to him again.
"Mr. Meng will sign later, give me this slip when you come out, and then take the ID card."
"Then I'll sign it now, and I'll have to find a pen later."
Meng Xintang's name was to be signed in the lower right corner, and the word "lover" was the closest to their names.
Shen Shiyan watched Meng Xintang's name slowly being completed, and was extremely dazed for a moment, it seemed that the two of them signed more than just a pass. But the life contract.
Sure enough, lovesickness hurts people, and I think about it.
Showing the pass to the armed police on guard, and entering the courtyard gate, Shen Shiyan was still scrutinizing the two words.
"Why keep looking?"
Shen Shiyan pointed, squinted his eyes and asked, "Will there be any problem when you write like this?"
Meng Xintang asked back, "What's the problem?"
"Gossip, if others know it, it may have a bad impression on you."
"It's okay," Meng Xintang shook his head gently, "They won't fire me, and they can't find someone to replace my job at the moment. As for gossip, I never listen to it."
Shen Shiyan smiled: "Are you... arrogant?"
"No, it's crazy for love."
Shen Shiyan's eyes immediately turned to him, and then he lowered his voice and laughed.
There were not many people in the yard at this moment, and Meng Xintang suddenly stopped by grabbing Shen Shiyan's arm. He took out a badge from his pocket and put it on Shen Shiyan. Shen Shiyan pinched it and looked at it, and it read: "2015 New Year's Party Family Certificate".
His ears were a little itchy, and before Shen Shiyan could raise his head, Meng Xintang's voice had already rubbed into his ear sockets.
"I finally waited for you, you don't know how much I miss you."
When his voice just fell, Shen Shiyan's eyelashes trembled, he raised his head and looked at Meng Xintang again.
Because of the cold weather, his skin became even whiter, which also made him look a little colder. But the contrast is strong, his eyes are as bright as the warm sun. Meng Xintang seemed to have seen the entire universe and was addicted to it.
After a long time, he sighed and put his hand on Shen Shiyan's shoulder.
"If I didn't want to keep a low profile, I really want to kiss you here."
Shen Shiyan immediately shook his shoulders and laughed, laughing at his love words becoming more and more straightforward. Meng Xintang rubbed his cold hand in his hand and said, "It's not a love story, it's just my heart."