Meng Xintang's plan was to leave on the fifth day of the first day. Because of the heavy task of the new model he was working on, he had to go back a few days in advance. Not only that, Meng Xintang also frankly said that this time he will go directly to the base, not in Beijing. In other words, the two will not see each other for a long time.
Shen Shiyan hooked the corners of his mouth: "That's something to think about."
It seems very easy, the two have finalized the upcoming parting. Shen Shiyan didn't really feel anything at first, and he wasn't a sticky person when it came to love, but on the day he was about to leave, he watched Meng Xintang put the winter clothes he was wearing in his suitcase, and put them on again. Only after wearing spring and summer clothes, did I have an objective perception of the time of this parting. For the first time, he realized that he was afraid that there would be a period of time when he felt lonely.
"How long will it take?"
Meng Xintang stopped and raised his head.
"If it goes well, half a year, a year?" He shook his head, "I don't know, but it won't exceed 15 months. I took over the project of the previous senior. Because of some special circumstances, I established Military order. The time limit for this stage given to me is 15 months. If there is no result during this time, it will fail."
Shen Shiyan was stunned for a while, the two clothes in his arms hadn't been put into the suitcase for a long time. Seeing this, Meng Xintang got up and took the clothes from him.
Because of the nature of Meng Xintang's work, Shen Shiyan would never ask him about his work, nor would Meng Xintang mention it, so Shen Shiyan didn't know that Meng Xintang had returned to his previous projects, and listened to him. Meaning, this time he became the leader. Shen Shiyan didn't know what to say, because he couldn't imagine what kind of pressure it would be under to take over such a project under such circumstances. He suddenly remembered that they drank a long time ago, and Meng Xintang said lightly that what should be done must be done.
"That..." Shen Shiyan frowned and thought for a while, "What should I do if I fail?"
"Failed," Meng Xintang laughed. "If it fails, change a plan and continue to do it, if it is approved by the top. We all feel that this goal is achievable, we just need to find the right plan, maybe It will take a while. The previous plan of the predecessors is actually promising, but it has to be replaced. We have already done a lot of preparatory work in the early stage of the new plan. In short, we will work hard and hope to make it happen.”
"What if it can't be done?"
In fact, Shen Shiyan wanted to ask, if it couldn't be done, would it bring any bad influence or trouble to Meng Xintang, but he didn't expect Meng Xintang to sigh while closing the suitcase.
"I can't do it... That means it's not within my ability." Meng Xintang still smiled faintly, he stood up, straightened the hem of his shirt, and walked to Shen Shiyan's side, "Then I will I can't control it anymore. To put it mildly, I spilled my blood, and someone will accept it later. If I can't do it, there will always be someone who can do it, so I'll be a foreshadowing. "
After he finished speaking, before Shen Shiyan could recover from these words, he was already hugged tightly. Meng Xintang buried his face in his neck and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll work hard and come back as soon as possible. Take care of yourself, I'm worried you're too tired."
Shen Shiyan hugged him back: "This seems to be something I should be worried about."
Meng Xintang smiled, and rubbed his chin with the stubble he just had on his neck, itching so much that Shen Shiyan couldn't help but hide.
The second night after Meng Xintang left, Shen Shiyan was sitting at the desk doing today's newspaper clippings when the phone chimed and received a picture. From Mengxintang, it is the Gobi Desert that is one color with the sky.
When Shen Shiyan saw the sky in the photo, he immediately thought of the sentence "Dark clouds overwhelm the city and the city is about to be destroyed". I don’t know if it’s because it’s cloudy or it’s just like that, but the sky in the photo looks extra low, and the dark clouds are extra thick. It’s very direct, giving people a heroic and deep feeling. Shen Shiyan had never been to such an environment and had never seen such a scene. He was clutching the phone, and for some reason, he felt a sense of pride in defending his family and the country, but it was clear that what Meng Xintang did had nothing to do with him.
Shen Shiyan was amused by his own thoughts, and ran to the flower room to take pictures of the newly opened cyclamen for Meng Xintang.
In the days when Meng Xintang was gone, time passed quickly or slowly. When it was time for Shen Shiyan to go to work, he emptied his body and energy to go to work, and when it was time to rest, he lay in bed for the whole day. In the spring and early summer, he could still make a phone call with Meng Xintang and chat for a while, but after the midsummer, Meng Xintang's side entered a comprehensive closed control, and for a long time, they could not get any contact. Sometimes Shen Shiyan panicked and would still send a few messages to Meng Xintang, but he didn't say anything, just posted the newly blooming gardenias and jasmines in the yard, and photos when he went to the water's edge. tadpole video.
This year's Mid-autumn Festival, Shen Shiyan had some hindsight, he only remembered that it was autumn, but he didn't care what day it was. It was not until Xu Yanwu brought him a bunch of food and drink, and when he saw the box of moon cakes that he liked to eat, did he realize that it was actually Mid-Autumn Festival again.
Also, the flowers in the courtyard have already bloomed again and again, and the piano scores in the house have long since been played for many rounds.
Neither he nor Xu Yanwu knew how to cook, so they had to go to the restaurant. Xu Yanwu bought him a birthday cake and wished him a happy birthday. When I came back from dinner, the round moon was already hanging in the sky. There were a few osmanthus blossoms in the alley, and the fragrance could be smelled from far away. Shen Shiyan raised his head and glanced at it, and felt that today's scene really responded to the phrase "Beautiful Flowers and Full Moon".
When he was about to walk to the door, he was suddenly called out. Shen Shiyan raised his glasses and saw the person squatting at the door.
"Xinchu? Why are you here?"
Meng Xinchu jumped down the steps, stepped in front of him in three and two steps, and held up a small bag in front of him: "Happy birthday, God, I'm not here to deliver things, wait for you for a long time, and I won't reply to WeChat. "
Shen Shiyan felt apologetic, for the Mid-Autumn Festival, let the girl sit here all night alone.
"Sorry, the phone is dead."
"It's alright, it's what my sister-in-law should do." Meng Xinchu put the bag into his hand with a smile, "Well, my brother asked someone to bring back the birthday present. I bought the box for him, you... take a look ?"
Meng Xinchu's last tone was a bit strange, Shen Shiyan raised his eyebrows and glanced at her suspiciously. He took out the small box inside, held it in his hand and looked at it for a while before picking up the ribbon. Just as he was about to lift the lid, Meng Xinchu held him down.
"Hey," Meng Xinchu's expression became a little serious, "you must not dislike my brother."
Shen Shiyan raised his head funnyly: "How come."
In the box lay a small glass bottle with a cowhide strap wrapped around the neck, and a five-star red flag stuck to the bottle.
"Tell me, on your birthday, he will give you a jar of sand! Did he do research and be stupid?"
A jar of sand. Shen Shiyan pondered for a long time, not sure whether the conjecture in his heart was correct, but he had already begun to look forward to it.
In the evening, the two talked on the phone after a long time.
"Received the gift?"
"Um."
"There's one more word left, and I'll make it up later."
Shen Shiyan stood leaning against the desk, held the small bottle under the lamp, shook it, and watched the sand and gravel collide with the lamp.
"What is the profound meaning of this sand...?"
"You open it and smell it to see if you smell anything."
"What is the taste?"
Shen Shiyan opened it according to the words, and put the small bottle under his nose, as if it had a little special taste.
"The smell of gunpowder smoke is the first time I tried it successfully." Meng Xintang said on the other end of the phone.
Shen Shiyan suddenly stood up straight: "Success?"
"Well, so far it is." Meng Xintang couldn't hide his smile, "Actually, this gift has another meaning..."
Even Shen Shiyan didn't realize that when Meng Xintang said this, his hand was already rubbing the small bottle, and then tightened and tightened, his knuckles turned white, as if he was waiting for the teacher to announce Scores of schoolchildren.
"what?"
"I'll be back soon."
After letting go of the phone, Shen Shiyan was the first time in the quiet night to connect with his thoughts like this, and abandoned his armor and dragged his soldiers, leaving the moonlight alone.
When Meng Xintang came back, the autumn wind swept the fallen leaves.
Shen Shiyan took a day off and slept drowsily all afternoon. After waking up, he touched a cigarette, put on a sweater coat and went to the yard. He drew a jug of water, and while smoking a cigarette unhurriedly, he watered the two rows of flowers that no longer had any flowers.
Suddenly feeling that this evening was a little too quiet and bleak, Shen Shiyan took out the radio and tuned it to a music channel.
After watering, he squatted lazily on the steps, listening to the rustling of the leaves on the ground by the wind, and fled to the corner in a circle in a circle. Before you know it, the sunset has appeared. Shen Shiyan half-squinted his eyes and raised his head, staring straight at the bright light in the sky. After a while, for the first time, he lit a second cigarette.
Just as he took a breath, the courtyard door was suddenly opened. The sound of "squeak" made his eyelids tremble, and he looked away from the sky and turned his eyes to the door. The change of light made his eyes not very clear, and he only felt that the light and dark were intertwined, as if he saw the person who was still thinking about it just now.
While Shen Shiyan was stunned, Meng Xintang had already walked in front of him. He didn't bring any luggage, he wore a black coat, Shen Shiyan looked up at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him from the horizon, and said something old-fashioned and precious.
"Yeah, I'm back."
Meng Xintang squatted down with a smile, raised his hand, and tucked the sweater he was wearing. The sweater is a little itchy on the neck, real and warm.
"Wearing so little and running out again, this kind of thing doesn't carry the wind, you still have to wear a serious jacket."
Shen Shiyan didn't move, just looked at Meng Xintang with a smile, and let out a casual "um" from his nose.
His eyes fell on Meng Xintang's shoulders, where there were traces of dust, perhaps the fallen leaves had fallen on his shoulders and left as he walked.
Shen Shiyan suddenly had a sense of the picture, Meng Xintang was wearing this black coat, walking through the Gobi Desert, through the crowds of cars, and through the rows of low houses and courtyards. Finally, he pushed open the door and came to see him.
He smiled and stretched his hand to his shoulder, lightly twice, and brushed off the dust for him.
"What about smoking?" After Meng Xintang asked, he saw that there was already a cigarette butt beside him. He looked at Shen Shiyan in surprise, "The second one?"
Shen Shiyan smiled again and said "um", he raised his hand and handed the cigarette between his fingertips to Meng Xintang's lips.
"Come, have a taste of lovesickness."
Meng Xintang laughed out loud and said, "Then I'm afraid I'm already familiar with it."
Meng Xintang once heard people say that Xiaobie is better than a newlywed. But at this time, I felt that the relationship after the divorce seemed to have been brewing even more enthusiastically than the newlyweds. He took a puff of cigarette with Shen Shiyan's hand, and the moment the smell of smoke entered his body, he seemed to recall the thoughts that spanned almost four seasons at once.
The radio has changed a song, and the radio station should have gone with the theme of nostalgia today, so it will play such a song on such an evening. Shen Shiyan turned his head when he heard the prelude, was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly looked at the radio and laughed, and asked Meng Xintang if he knew the song.
Meng Xintang shook his head: "It's very familiar, but I don't know the specific song name."
""Qilixiang" is a very fragrant flower, white and beautiful."
After finishing speaking, Shen Shiyan listened to the prelude in a trance and began to sing.
In 2004, 19-year-old Shen Shiyan heard this song for the first time and thought it was well written. The whole article is nothing but love and longing, but it is love to the point that everything is lovely in the eyes, as if only one love, a beating heart, has painted a whole world of splendor. In the whole song, Shen Shiyan's favorite is actually the interlude.
He suddenly pulled Meng Xintang's arm and stood up. Before the cigarette was finished, he took off his glasses with the cigarette, lifted the hem of his clothes and rubbed it.
"When I listened to this song for the first time, I thought one of the interludes was amazing, and I like it even now." Shen Shiyan put on his glasses again, and the golden glasses framed his reddish ears. moving. He pushed on his glasses and asked, "Do you know why?"
Meng Xintang chuckled and shook his head, quietly waiting for Shen Shiyan to reveal it.
"Because I think it's a good place to dance, with loved ones."
The song has reached the second chorus part.
"But I'm not artistic, I've never danced."
"It's okay," Shen Shiyan stretched out a hand towards him, making an inviting gesture, "You just need to lend me one hand."
The wind chimes rang, and Shen Shiyan led Meng Xintang down the steps, walked past the courtyard covered with autumn colors, and stopped in the middle of the courtyard illuminated by the sunset.
Even if Meng Xintang had heard this song by chance, he would not have any impression of its interlude. So when the sound of the violin suddenly rose and Shen Shiyan held his hand and turned away, he seemed to suddenly turn around, as if all the light that could be seen flooded onto Shen Shiyan's body at that moment. He could even clearly see the corners of his twisted sweater, the layer of fur on it, and the little bit of starlight between his fingers.
You came from the wind and dust, and I am waiting for you in the depths of autumn.
[postscript]
The day after Meng Xintang came back, Shen Shiyan remembered that he forgot to make newspaper clippings yesterday and planned to make up for it. At that time, Meng Xintang was helping him make a new flower stand in the yard. He stood at the window and watched for a long time before humming and opening the second thick newspaper clippings. But when he turned to the bookmarks, Shen Shiyan found that the page was no longer blank, there was a date, and...
One stem, two flowers, three lines.
It can be seen that the painter is not good at fine brushwork, the lines are intermittent, and there are traces of tracing. But Shen Shiyan easily recognized the two long-shaped five-petaled flowers that were next to each other, the one that could be smelled seven or eight miles away.
"I want to buy you a bunch of flowers
The flower shop at the intersection is closed
I really miss it"
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