When Meng Xintang came in with a bunch of flowers, Shen Shiyan was listening carefully to a girl playing the flute. He was wearing a formal dress today, a retro tunic with a stand-up collar and two dark flowers embroidered on the left placket. Meng Xintang was scrutinizing the person from head to toe, but Shen Shiyan seemed to have a feeling and suddenly looked over. Seeing the flowers in his arms, he smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Did you come so early?"
"It's not early," Meng Xintang walked over, leaned slightly, and hugged him, "I wish Mr. Shen a successful performance."
The flower fell into Shen Shiyan's arms, he smelled it, raised his head again, and smiled at Meng Xintang.
He couldn't help but Meng Xintang smiled and stretched out his hand. It was only in midair that he felt a bit abrupt in such an environment, so he moved his hand up again and lightly supported Shen Shiyan's glasses frame.
"The glasses are crooked."
This is the first time Meng Xintang has seen Shen Shiyan perform on stage. The orchestra is Xu Yanwu's orchestra. The founder is Shen Shiyan's mother.
The performance is not divided into seats, the ticket price is uniform, and it is very cheap. Meng Xinchu and Meng Xintang came together. Meng Xintang went to the backstage to find Shen Shiyan, and Meng Xinchu arrived early in the auditorium to occupy two better seats. When Meng Xintang came out of the backstage and turned into the hall, he saw Meng Xinchu waving at him from a distance.
"Did you send flowers?"
"Um."
"I just saw a boy who was going to perform in the auditorium. God, their clothes are so handsome today. How handsome does my male god look..."
Meng Xinchu couldn't sit still, and kept dragging Meng Xintang to chat in a low voice. While Meng Xintang responded, he was distracted and repeated in his mind the person he had just met.
Really handsome.
Maybe it's because he's been with Shen Shiyan for a long time, Meng Xintang will pay more attention to flowers now. The man sitting on the other side of Meng Xinchu, separated by a seat, was holding a large bunch of flowers. Meng Xintang stared at the bunch of flowers, and he could already count a lot of flower names in his heart. There was only one small blue and white flower, Meng Xintang. do not know. He took a second look, thinking that he would ask Shen Shiyan later.
The performance was about to start soon, the performers came on stage one after another, and Meng Xintang found Shen Shiyan at a glance. He sits second from the left in the first row, and adjusts the stool slightly after sitting, moving the music rest in front of him a little to the left. After doing this, Shen Shiyan looked up at the auditorium.
As the opening was approaching, the auditorium was already full. Meng Xintang was not sure whether Shen Shiyan could find himself in the dark crowd, but when he saw him looking up and looking over, he smiled naturally at him.
After two songs, Meng Xinchu suddenly grabbed Meng Xintang's arm.
"I really want to take pictures of the male god..."
Meng Xintang bent his lips and tilted his head. Just as he was about to speak, Meng Xintang suddenly froze when his eyes touched the man holding the flower.
He only paid attention to the bunch of flowers just now, not to see what the person holding the flowers looked like. I accidentally saw it now, but I was a little surprised. If he remembered correctly, they met once - at Meng Xinchu's wedding.
Meng Xinchu suddenly stopped talking when he saw him, and followed his gaze to the side, saw the people there, and whispered, "Xu Yang?"
Meng Xintang stared at Xu Yang for a long time, because the expressions in his eyes and the emotions all over his body were all very strange. The auditorium was very dark, Xu Yangan sat there quietly, staring motionlessly in the direction of Shen Shiyan. Meng Xintang didn't know how to describe how Xu Yang felt to him at the moment, but when he turned his head and looked forward again, he could already be sure in his heart that Xu Yang was only looking at Shen Shiyan.
Sure enough, after the performance, Xu Yang got up and took the bouquet to the stage. Meng Xintang frowned and sighed in a low voice, "mistake."
"What?" Meng Xinchu was puzzled.
Meng Xintang stood up and watched helplessly as Xu Yang handed the bunch of flowers to Shen Shiyan, and took it upon himself to… hug Shen Shiyan.
"I should have prepared two bouquets of flowers."
Meng Xinchu couldn't go to the backstage just now because he had to occupy a seat, and now he must take Meng Xintang to the backstage to take a photo with Shen Shiyan.
"Brother, hurry up."
"Be careful," Meng Xintang gave Meng Xinchu a hand, staggering the person who had just come down the stairs, "what are you in a hurry, he will wait for us."
"Maybe people will change their clothes in a while. Don't some bands have to return their clothes after the performance?"
Under the pull of Meng Xinchu, the two quickly arrived at the backstage. Shen Shiyan was constantly being pulled for group photos, most of them were elderly. Meng Xintang listened to their inner and outer meanings, and many of them were friends of Shen Shiyan's mother. Seeing them, Shen Shiyan waved at them, motioning them to wait a moment.
Meng Xintang nodded, and while waiting, he turned his eyes and saw a few bunches of flowers on a dresser.
"Brother." Meng Xinchu suddenly poked his waist with his arm, and Meng Xintang immediately grabbed it.
"What's your bad idea?"
"Huh?" Meng Xintang let go of Meng Xinchu, "No."
"Not yet," Meng Xinchu pointed at the corners of his mouth, "your mouth turned up just now."
Meng Xintang was stunned for a while, then laughed again, "um", and didn't speak any more.
I didn't have any bad ideas, I just saw so many flowers on the table, and my own bouquet was inserted into a vase and placed in a high place.
The chat on Shen Shiyan's side finally came to an end. A little girl from the orchestra stood in front of the dressing table and called him, pointing to the pile of flowers on the table.
Meng Xintang saw Shen Shiyan walking over, unloading the cards from several bunches of flowers, folded them, and held them in his hands. Then he picked up the bouquet in the vase and said something to the little girl. The little girl happily hugged two bunches of flowers in her arms, and turned around and called for someone else to get the flowers.
"I want to take a picture of the male god!"
As soon as Shen Shiyan came over, Meng Xinchu rushed over to take a group photo, and even without Meng Xintang's help, he had to take a group photo himself in selfie mode.
"Brother, do you want to take a picture? Use my mobile phone, which has a beauty function."
Meng Xintang looked around at the people who were still increasing and shook his head. He took the flowers and cards in Shen Shiyan's hand, and told Shen Shiyan to put on his coat.
When he went out, Meng Xinchu was still a little dissatisfied. He flipped through his phone and said that Shen Shiyan's look was so classic today that the two of them didn't even take a photo together. Meng Xintang patted her head: "Don't look at the phone, look at the road."
It wasn't until the three of them left the venue and walked to the empty concert hall that Meng Xintang suddenly stopped Meng Xinchu and said, "Take a photo with us."
Under Meng Xinchu's instructions, the two chose the best position to stand, and Shen Shiyan moved his shoulders and shook his coat. Meng Xintang glanced at him, raised his hand and stretched the left collar of his coat for him. It was already winter in Beijing, and the weather was very cold. They had only been out for more than ten minutes, and the cold air had already cooled Shen Shiyan's coat.
"It's neat." Meng Xintang said with a chuckle.
"I won't let you call eggplant, come on, one, two, three!"
The few cards taken from the bouquet were kept in Meng Xintang's pocket. When he got home, Shen Shiyan took off his coat before Meng Xintang handed the cards to him.
"Oh yes, I haven't had time to watch it yet."
Before the card was turned over, Shen Shiyan was hugged and kissed by Meng Xintang. This kiss was extraordinarily long, and Meng Xintang's breath was extraordinarily chaotic. In the end, Meng Xintang pressed Shen Shiyan's forehead and said, "You look really good today."
He put his hand on Shen Shiyan's waist and looked at him with half-squinted eyes. Under the bright lights in the living room, there was a sense of confusion.
Shen Shiyan kissed him again: "Thank you."
Meng Xintang's hand unbuttoned Shen Shiyan's costume, and then the silk shirt inside. The two stumbled into the bedroom, exhaled hot air, and kissed on the bed.
Meng Xintang's lips kept moving down, and Shen Shiyan only felt that the place he had kissed heated up instantly, and the heat spread to his face without exception.
"God must have created sex when he saw that someone's love was too deep to express." Meng Xintang said.
After the sex was over, the two of them hugged each other under the quilt, and their hearts were still beating wildly. Meng Xintang touched Shen Shiyan's face and asked him if he was tired.
"Tired." Shen Shiyan didn't even open his eyes.
When he fell asleep in a daze that night, Shen Shiyan was still thinking, is that costume so lethal? Today's Meng Xintang, no matter how you look at it, has a feeling of burning with lust.
Although curious, Meng Xintang really didn't want to spy on that card. It was only the next day that Shen Shiyan saw the card again while clearing the table, thought about it, and went into the kitchen to find Meng Xintang.
"Why did you come in now? The meal isn't ready yet."
Shen Shiyan pressed the card with two fingers and stretched it out in front of Meng Xintang.
"I thought about it, I still have to report it to you before my ex-boyfriend's love has ended."
Meng Xintang was startled, then raised his head and looked at the card. The content of the text is nothing new, nothing more than words like "I still love you and wish you all the best". Although it is old-fashioned, it cannot be denied that Meng Xintang really fell in love yesterday. Meng Xintang couldn't help laughing at the thought of himself who had been thinking about it all night yesterday.
"Then what do you think?"
Shen Shiyan withdrew his hand, scrutinized the words again, and finally said sincerely, "The writing is not as beautiful as yours."
Meng Xintang listened, laughed a few times, and handed a sliced cucumber to Shen Shiyan's mouth.
"Delicious." Shen Shiyan said.
Meng Xintang handed him another slice.
"Actually, yesterday, he was sitting next to Meng Xinchu. I saw him and I saw him giving you flowers."
Shen Shiyan was slightly surprised, but quickly reacted: "Sure enough, at Xinchu's wedding, you went to the backyard and heard our conversation?"
"I just wanted to find you," Meng Xintang immediately apologized, "I'm sorry, I accidentally heard a few words, it was really accidental."
Shen Shiyan laughed, squeezed another piece of cucumber and put it in his mouth, and gave another piece to Meng Xintang.
"You're so good, it's normal for him to be unhappy." Meng Xintang said.
Shen Shiyan leaned against the cabinet and smiled, feeling that the current Meng Xintang was a little cute. The two chatted for a while. Meng Xintang was about to start cooking, so he asked Shen Shiyan to go out, saying that there was a lot of oil smoke. Shen Shiyan took two steps and stopped, turned his head thoughtfully, walked behind Meng Xintang, leaned in his ear and asked, "Are you really so generous?"
He folded his arms and pretended to think, holding back a smile and asked, "Why were you so excited yesterday?"
Meng Xintang paused and coughed lightly.
"It's about to cook."
"Oh." Shen Shiyan didn't move.
"Next time, be sure to bring another bunch of flowers," Meng Xintang said after cutting the shredded ginger, put down the knife, and sighed heavily, "I couldn't come to the stage to hug you yesterday, I'm very sorry."
Meng Xintang turned around, pursed his lips, and added with a smile: "I was a little lucky yesterday that you didn't meet a better person before you met me."
Comfortable.
Shen Shiyan squinted and walked away. When he left the kitchen, Meng Xintang shouted from inside, "Hey, why did you eat half a plate of cucumbers?"
"Didn't you feed me?"
Because the two of them did something special after coming back yesterday, the mobile phone has been left aside. After eating, Meng Xintang picked up his mobile phone and looked at it, and found that all the news came from Meng Xinchu, pictures of smoky smoke.
Meng Xintang opened it and figured out that it was Meng Xinchu who posted a photo of her and Shen Shiyan on the Moments. All the screenshots were to ask if the man who took the photo with her had a girlfriend, and some of the tone was even exaggerated. Meng Xinchu sent a wicked smile and asked Meng Xintang how to respond.
Meng Xintang thought for a moment and typed two lines of words.
After Meng Xinchu received the news, he "haha" over there for a long time, incoherent and at a loss. When Meng Xintang reluctantly wanted to exit the chat interface, he finally received a valuable message. It was their group photo last night, in front of the Beijing Concert Hall.
It took less than a second for the picture to be loaded, but Meng Xintang's expression changed in this short moment. He didn't know when he laughed, but after looking at the photos for a long time, he realized that he was indeed smiling all the time.
In the photo, they didn't hug their shoulders, they didn't embrace their waists, they didn't have any intimacy, they just stood side by side, reflecting the light and shadow behind them.
Both of them laughed, and Shen Shiyan was still holding the bunch of flowers in his arms.
"Tell them that they are married, and the two of them have a very good relationship, so don't worry about it."
Extra 2
As the New Year approached, Shen Shiyan was suddenly told by Meng Xintang that his father would be back on New Year's Eve this year. It's unbelievable to say, the two have been together for so long, and Shen Shiyan has never seen this amazing-sounding father.
"A little nervous." In the car, Shen Shiyan was holding a bunch of flowers, which were white lisianthus. The flower branches are broken and scattered, and the ones that are still in good shape are almost out of sight. It was probably because this flower really didn't look like it could be sold, and just now Shen Shiyan said he wanted it, and the little boy in the dark green apron looked surprised and confirmed it to him several times. Meng Xintang was not surprised. He knew that, as far as Shen Shiyan was concerned, the flowers that would probably be discarded when it was dark were also more precious than copper coins.
"Nervous again?" Meng Xintang, who was driving, smiled and glanced at the person next to him, "The time I spent with you, Shiji, has exceeded the time I spent with my father, why are you nervous?"
The unintentional words caused Shen Shiyan to tilt his head and think deeply. He feels that this definition of time together seems to have a different meaning. Equal moments are a line, which is constructed in the long river of life. half life. The billowing waves surged over the white one, like a ceremony, deeper than a father's hand over his daughter's hand at a wedding.
Shen Shiyan was originally afraid that Meng Xintang's parents would unconsciously talk about some topics he didn't understand, but in fact the family sat together and talked about trivial things, nothing more than ordinary.
The only thing that made Shen Shiyan uncomfortable was that there were always two big men standing a step away from Meng Xintang's father, neither eating nor making a sound, watching the people at the table happily. Meng Xintang had mentioned this to him beforehand, saying that when Father Meng returned home, there should be someone following him, including when he was eating.
Shen Shiyan didn't immediately understand: "What do you mean?"
That is, there will be two people standing beside the dining table all the time," Meng Xintang said in a veiled manner, and stopped, "mainly to monitor and protect, to avoid certain active and passive things from happening. "
People who haven't experienced such a scene, even if they know about it in advance, are still a little uncomfortable at first. Fortunately, Meng Xintang's father was considerate and always spoke to him gently. He would clink glasses with him lightly, take a sip, and he would also point to a fish and say it was delicious, asking him to eat more.
Father Meng didn't act like it was the first time he saw Shen Shiyan, and the topic didn't fall on the two of them, as if he had naturally accepted this new member of the family a long time ago.
It was only when the New Year's Eve dinner was about to end that he raised his glass and said that he would like to toast Shen Shizhui with a glass of wine.
"Shiyan, it's the first time I've seen you in such a long time, I hope you don't take offense."
Holding a small wine glass, Shen Shiyan hurriedly said no.
"Actually, when Xintang first told me about this, I was surprised for a while. I always felt that I was quite understanding, but my first reaction at the time was still a little angry, thinking that he shouldn't be like this." Meng Xintang said The father smiled, like laughing at himself, with a sincere apology, "I punished myself for the first glass of wine, for this limitation and prejudice. Also, I apologize to you."
The glass of wine fell into his throat neatly, and Shen Shiyan didn't have time to stop it. He glanced at Meng Xintang, Meng Xintang smiled at him and nodded slightly, indicating that he was okay.
Qiao Wei handed the bottle next to Meng Xintang's father, and he filled the transparent glass again.
"After I accepted it, I thought about it a lot. The most important point is that the two of you will be different from ordinary marriage and childbirth when you are together. I have thought about the difficult and the lucky. Now The tolerance of this society cannot be called great, but fortunately, both of you are no longer teenagers. Shouldn't you be mysterious and timid, and with our support, some redundant voices can be ignored completely Don't count. In this way, the difficulty is not too much. As for luck..." Father Meng paused for a moment, "I thought of something, I wanted to talk to you, but after seeing the way you are together, I feel like I am pointing fingers here. It's ridiculous, and it really doesn't have the qualifications."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at his wife, Qiao Wei took out a red envelope from somewhere behind him, and handed it to Shen Shiyan with a smile.
"You know better than me where luck is. We are onlookers, and we only talk about blessings." Father Meng raised his wine glass and smiled, "It is a family custom to give red envelopes to newly arrived children at the wedding, including With auspicious words. A thousand words are in the red envelope."
Everyone at the table raised their cups, and the cups contained Ambilight.
Father Meng sold a deal, and Shen Shiyan was too curious. After eating, he went back to the room. He turned over the heavy red envelope under the lamp and looked at it. He asked Meng Xintang, who was looking for pajamas in the closet, "What kind of blessings do you think Dad would write?"
"Left is nothing more than growing old and so on."
Shen Shiyan took a breath and denied: "I don't think so."
"You can take it apart and see." Meng Xintang bent over and put his head in the closet. "My new set of solid-colored pajamas, I remember they were here, why not?"
Shen Shiyan leaned back, glanced at it, and wondered, "Isn't the striped suit on top, you wear this?"
"Don't wear it," Meng Da engineer immediately shook his head, "this collar is a little deformed after washing, and it doesn't look good."
"It's just pajamas. Your suit is quite comfortable. Pure cotton is easy to deform." Even though he said so, Shen Shiyan put down the red envelope in his hand and walked over.
"Are you sure you put it here, not in our house?" The closet at home is a little deep, and if the clothes are squeezed inside, it's really hard to find. After searching for a long time and not finding it, Shen Shiyan couldn't help but have some doubts: "You remembered it wrongly, or you should wear the old one first, if you can't find it, I will buy you a new one."
Meng Xintang couldn't, so he picked up the old pajamas and changed them.
Look at his reluctant look on his face. Shen Shiyan couldn't help but say, "I think you're paying too much attention to your appearance now." It's been a while since I found out. The man has forty-one flowers, and this flower in his family has been blooming especially smugly recently. It's fine in normal times. Paying attention to appearance is a basic courtesy, but Shen Shiyan couldn't understand why he started to look good at home. Looking at himself, he was also wearing big pants and a white vest.
Meng Xintang glanced at him: "I didn't say it, you should buy me more clothes. Now any clothes I buy myself will be called old-fashioned by Xinchu. She sent me a photo that day, the two of us sitting there. When she was watching TV on the sofa, she secretly filmed it. I was wearing this pajamas."
He stopped when he said that, and buttoned the last two buttons.
Shen Shiyan stretched out his hand, stretched the hem of his folded clothes, and asked, "And then?"
"She asked me, brother, look at you, do you look like an old man." Meng Xintang turned around, and Si Chen knew Yan, "Why am I an old man? Like?"
Shen Shiyan was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help but started to laugh, his eyes became a line. I used to look at it before, but I really didn't feel it. At this time, I looked at the word "old man" and found that the color and pattern of this pajamas are indeed a bit old-fashioned. In addition, the pure cotton clothes have no shape, which makes them more wearable. People are sloppy.
"Doctor Shen." After a while, Meng Xintang called him, "Laughing for too long."
Shen Shiyan leaned on the closet and pursed his lips to hold on to the joy.
Meng Xintang likes to see him smirk, his lips should not be bent, and his cheeks are dyed with moving energy. Heart itching, unable to hold back, he leaned over to kiss him on the lips.
"Especially compared to you."
Kissing has become more and more accustomed to two people. When lips and teeth meet, the love is so real that people can't bear it, so every time I ask you to leave, I will pull it, like two entangled willow leaves by the pond. .
After the two of them finally ended the kiss that was too inseparable, Meng Xintang was called out by Meng Xinchu to get the fruit. Shen Shiyan calmed down and opened the cabinet on the other side with the mentality of trying again.
In fact, he also likes to see Meng Xintang well-dressed.
But after picking up the hanging clothes twice, the pajamas were not found, but he saw something that he had forgotten. Shen Shiyan stared at the thing for a while, then buckled the door of the cabinet, and laughed out loud.
When Meng Xintang came back from looking at a plate of mangoes that had been cut into flowers, what he saw was that his doctor Shen was holding a pipa and asked the teacher to ask.
crime.
"My sister wants to learn the piano?"
Meng Xintang touched his nose and put the fruit plate on the table.
"I actually forgot about this." Shen Shiyan hugged the Qin and approached Meng Xintang, "Why didn't I remember to ask Xin Xin how he was doing?"
"The situation requires it." Meng Xintang explained calmly.
"Want to ask if I accept students?"
"I'm always looking for an excuse."
If you can't go up, just say, you just made my heart skip a beat. Would you like to be friends? How frivolous.
Shen Shiyan was in a very good mood and stopped paying attention to him. He slowly opened the piano case and took out the armor again.
Seeing that he kept looking at him with a smile, Meng Xintang had already guessed what he was going to do.
"It's not good if Qin is wasted, isn't it?" Shen Shiyan asked.
"Hey," Meng Xintang nodded and responded with a good temper, "Yes."
The tape in the piano box had been kept for too long, and the stickiness had slipped away over time. Shen Shiyan rummaged through the drawer, found a half roll of medical tape, tore a piece of it, and stuck it on a piece of nail.
"Answer you again, I'll accept students." He said, and took Meng Xintang's hand, wrapping the tape around him like a long time ago, in the courtyard, under the lamp, like Meng Xintang wrapped his nails around his fingernails. on his fingers.
Meng Xintang couldn't remember how many years he hadn't taken a class. He was corrected by Shen Shiyan's posture, he couldn't stop laughing, but he couldn't be serious. He himself felt that his movements were really clumsy, but Shen Shiyan was extremely patient, squatting next to him, pointing out his mistakes while bending his hands to demonstrate to him.
"Let your hand be a little bit looser, don't stretch it, you see it's a little stiff when you pop out now."
Poor engineer Meng usually has the confidence to pile up his knowledge, but now he can't comprehend the essence of "hands loose". He followed what Shen Shiyan said and drew for a long time, his hands were about to cramp, and in the end, he was helpless and begged for mercy.
"Mr. Shen."
Shen Shiyan raised his eyes: "Huh?"
"Too strict."
However, Shen Shiyan retorted: "Basic skills are very important. If your hands are so tight, you won't be able to play in the future."
Co-author, is this still a long-term elderly interest class?
Looking at him, Shen Shiyan suddenly tilted his head: "I thought about it, I will teach you now, even if we are both busy, at the end of next year when you have a party again, at least you can perform "Nanniwan" "."
Meng Xintang was frightened by this idea, but did not dare to deny it directly, so he could only look at Shen Shiyan in silence, his face full of hesitation.
Shen Shiyan seemed to tease him deliberately: "Mr. Meng Yan is shocked, how is it?"
Meng Xintang quickly took his hand: "Quickly spare me."
The man squatting on the ground chuckled, imagining in his mind the scene of Mr. Meng sitting under the big red banner, playing "Nanniwan".
"What are you laughing at?"
"Laughs..." Shen Shiyan was about to speak, when the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, Shen Shiyan only glanced at it, then got up and walked towards the person who came. With this reaction, Meng Xintang didn't have to look back to know that it was his precious girl.
"Kong Kong is here."
The wobbly little figure answered with babble, and Meng Xinchu greeted him, "Brother Shi Yan, look at her for a while."
"it is good."
Meng Xintang hugged Qin and turned around, and saw that Shen Shiyan had already embraced the little girl in his arms, and was pressing her forehead with a smile on her face.
Strange to say, Kong Kong always seemed to prefer Shen Shiyan to Meng Xintang. The first time I saw them in the crib, Kong Kong tilted his head and smiled at Shen Shiyan.
The little girl waved her hands for a while, and then stuffed a grape into Shen Shiyan's mouth. Meng Xintang raised her voice to ask her for the one in the other hand, but the little girl snorted twice, hugged Shen Shiyan's neck, and shoved the other one to him. Eccentric eyes are not covered.
The grapes are sweet, and the child in his arms is even sweeter, making Shen Shiyan so happy.
Meng Xintang saw that he only cared about playing with his little niece and didn't care about him at all, so he sighed and asked, "Mr. Shen, are you still teaching?"
Teacher Shen, who was very strict just now, waved at him: "Let's be here today."
Meng Xintang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He got up to put away the qin, but Kong Kong, who had been put on the bed by Shen Shiyan, reached out to him.
"Do you want that qin?" Shen Shiyan was lying on the bed, looking into Kong Kong's eyes and asked.
No need to ask, Meng Xintang has consciously walked over with Qin in his arms.
It seems that he likes this qin very much. A small fleshy hand stays on the strings for a little while, and scatters it randomly, bringing out a sound that is weak and soft. Shen Shiyan had always liked Kong Kong, but the way she touched the pipa made him suddenly startled.
Meng Xintang teased Kong Kong and said that she would learn the pipa with Shen Shiyan in the future. This was not answered by Shen Shiyan, Meng Xintang looked for him with his eyes, and found that he was staring at Kong Kong in a daze.
"What are you thinking about?"
When Shen Shiyan heard this, he returned to his senses.
"I didn't think about anything." He held Kong Kong's hand and led her to touch the strings at a safer angle and speed, "I just thought, my mother told me before that I liked to touch her lute when I was a child.
She said that the first time I stood up, she didn't help me, but I was holding on to her piano, trying to touch the top of the piano, and suddenly I stood up by myself. "
Kong Kong was still playing, Meng Xintang held the piano with one hand, sat beside the bed, and held Shen Shiyan's hand with the other.
As time goes by, and I like it more deeply, Meng Xintang will occasionally open up some "what ifs".
It would be better if I went to Wei Qiming's teahouse earlier, and if Xinchu was in school, I would have invited her classmates to play at home... Now it is even more outrageous, he thought, if his family and Shen Shizhu's family were family friends That's good, if only Shen Shiyan had seen him when he was just born.
The unrealistic and meaningless thought made him laugh.
Shen Shiyan looked at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"
Meng Xintang told the truth. Ben Tu tried to make him smile, but after thinking about it for a while, Shen Shiyan shook his head and said, "In that case, we won't necessarily be together."
Twenty-three-year-old Meng Xintang might not like twenty-year-old Shen Shiyan, fifteen-year-old Shen Shiyan might not like eighteen-year-old Meng Xintang. All along, the past has been sculpting people.
In the past, they thought it was their experiences and thoughts that limited their pursuit of love, but now that they think about it, it seems that they should ask a question, isn't it because those experiences and thoughts made love possible?
At least their love is 33 years old and 30 years old. They met at that time, but their time did not start from then.
He was interrupted, and he was not idle, so Shen Shiyan finally opened the red envelope before going to bed. He squeezed out a red card and looked at the golden edge, on which was the thousand words spoken by Meng Xintang's father.
"Stand on oneself, walk on the side. Wish, complement each other."
Extra 3
Meng Xintang just poured the soy milk into the bowl when he received a call from Qiao Wei.
"Are you going to go back and have a look?"
"Should go back," Qiao Wei seemed a little tired and spoke in a soft voice, "but I've been very busy recently, so I can't leave, Xinchu has to bring Kong Kong, and it's inconvenient to go so far, so I thought It happens to be the National Day, do you and Shiyan have any plans?"
Speaking of this, Qiao Wei interjected and asked, "Where is Shi Yan? Are you up?"
"not yet."
"Well, has he recovered from the cold?"
"Okay." Meng Xintang walked into the yard with his mobile phone in hand. The morning light in September was not very warm, but it was still comfortable. Across the sunlight, Meng Xintang glanced into the room, the curtains still drawn.
"Then let's discuss it. You can rest for a few days on National Day and see if you want to go out for a walk."
Answering Qiao Wei's words, Meng Xintang hung up the phone and recalled that he found that he and Shen Shiyan had been together for so long, and they had never gone to a place far away to play. Returning to the kitchen with consideration, Meng Xintang looked at the soy milk in front of him, paused for two seconds, found a stainless steel basin to cover the soy milk, then turned and walked out.
The room was still dark, with a bulge on the bed, and Shen Shiyan seemed to be still asleep. After struggling for a few seconds, Meng Xintang pulled the door handle to close the door. But before the door was closed, the man on the bed suddenly made a noise and called Meng Xintang.
"Huh?" Meng Xintang walked in with his legs raised and asked softly, "Wake you up?"
"Just woke up." Shen Shiyan rolled over and rubbed his eyes, "What time is it."
"It's past nine o'clock," Meng Xintang said. "If you don't sleep, get up and eat."
After hearing this, Shen Shiyan slowly sat up from the bed. Meng Xintang gave him a hand, and pressed his shoulder as usual.
Xu is because of fatigue. Half a year ago, Shen Shiyan's shoulder suddenly hurt so badly that he couldn't sleep on his side at night. Western medicine and traditional Chinese medicine have been read, but there is no good treatment method. The doctor said nothing more than two words - raising. But where can Shen Shiyan's work be supported? He can only promise Meng Xintang again and again that he will never do any tiring things other than work. Meng Xintang was still worried, so he went to an old Chinese medicine doctor for a set of massage movements to help Shen Shiyan relieve the fatigue of his shoulders.
Shen Shiyan was a little sleepy after being pressed by him, and his eyes narrowed, and he heard Meng Xintang say, "You are sleepy in spring, autumn is lacking in summer, and you will be refreshed in winter."
"Hey," Shen Shiyan laughed, "I really didn't like to sleep so much before, but after being with you, our bedroom is like some kind of chemical substance. As soon as I came in, I felt sleepy and wanted to lie on the bed."
"I love to sleep," Meng Xintang squeezed Shen Shiyan's neck, "you need to rest."
When Shen Shiyan was ready, it was already ten o'clock, Meng Xintang warmed the soy milk in the pot again, and brought it out together with the bean paste he bought. It was only during breakfast that I told Shen Shiyan about Qiao Wei's phone number.
"My mother has an uncle, we should call him uncle. She was diagnosed with cancer a while ago, and the current situation is not very optimistic. My mother has always wanted to go back to her hometown to have a look, but there is something going on at the work unit, and I really can't go away. When we have time on National Day, we can go back and visit for her."
"Cancer?" Because of his career, Shen Shiyan didn't bother to ask anything else, so he asked one more question first. "What cancer?"
"liver."
With a sigh, Shen Shiyan shook his head: "More and more people are suffering from cancer now."
Meng Xintang nodded in agreement.
"There is a holiday in our country, let's see your time."
"Well, let's go to the National Day. I can at least have four days off for the National Day. It can be regarded as a trip to relax." After a while, Meng Xintang said, "We haven't officially gone on a trip."
Shen Shiyan is familiar with Meng Xintang's preferences, and when it comes to traveling, Meng Xintang is definitely not enthusiastic, so after hearing the regret in his tone at this moment, Shen Shiyan swallowed the warm soy milk and raised his head in surprise: " Do you want to go out and play?"
"That's not true." Meng Xintang smiled and shook his head, "It's just a pity that we haven't traveled. And I think you should like to see different places."
Busy with work on weekdays, even appointments are rushed. There was even a time when they had a good time to go to the drama, but they were all about to enter, but Meng Xintang suddenly received a call from the unit. Later, he left with apology, and Shen Shiyan stood on the big steps of the theater with a smile and waved at him, making Meng Xintang really turn around and say goodbye to this man.
Qiao Wei was born in Huainan, with mountains and water, it is indeed a good place for vacation. So Meng Xintang and Shen Shiyan set off on October 2 for Anhui.
The uncle's house is still an old house, which has been renovated, but the pattern and charm are still preserved. When he was passing from the station by car, Meng Xintang told Shen Shiyan that he would definitely like it. Sure enough, when Shen Shiyan stepped into the high threshold, he couldn't help but look up several times.
Hui-style architecture is very different from Beijing's courtyard houses. Most of them are made of blue tiles and carved bricks.
"Like?" Walking in side by side, Meng Xintang tilted his head and asked.
Shen Shiyan nodded lightly and whispered, "It's beautiful."
Uncle's condition is much better than Meng Xintang imagined. Although the old man knew that his time was short, he did not feel much sadness or fear. Seeing them, he asked with a smile whether the weather here is better than Beijing's during this season. Be comfortable.
"Comfortable, the weather in Beijing is very dry now." Meng Xintang pointed to his mouth, "The lips have been peeling for the past two days."
Uncle raised his eyebrows and smiled while leaning on his cane: "Where there is water, it's comfortable. Oh, by the way, turn left and walk straight out of the door, there is a pond at the end, you all come here, just play, you can go over there. Turn around."
Meng Xintang responded with a smile, and then asked about his uncle's body.
"It's nothing, you said, it's not wrong to live a lifetime, how many years you live, I really don't think there's anything wrong with this disease, I'll have to leave sooner or later, I'm so old, it's already a day to live. Like the doctor said, just stay in a good mood."
"That's right, it's important to be in a good mood," Meng Xintang raised his hand and touched Shen Shiyan who was sitting beside him, "By the way, Uncle, Shiyan is a doctor. He says."
"You can tell me if you're in a bad mood," Shen Shiyan added quickly, "I especially like chatting with people."
The uncle laughed a few times and said "Okay" again and again. His eyes flicked back and forth on the faces of Meng Xintang and Shen Yan several times, and the uncle smiled shyly: "Your mother is smart, and the two of you are smart as well. Now that I see your friends, I find that you can read these books. A good person seems to be different from birth. There is a gentle and gentle energy all over his body."
The two people sitting side by side shook their heads, but the uncle didn't give them any chance to argue, and suddenly remembered something: "Hey, did Xiao Shen have a family?"
The two looked at each other, and Shen Shiyan smiled and said, "Not yet."
They didn't tell too many people about their personal affairs, and they didn't have much contact with other relatives, so it was not necessary to explain many things clearly. Uncle urged a few words to get married quickly, Meng Xintang and Shen Shiyan both responded patiently without explanation or argument.
After sending the uncle to the house to rest, the two walked out the door slowly and walked to the pond along the path. It was the first time for Shen Shiyan to come to such a small village in the south, and it was very interesting to see everything.
"Hey, bamboo." Shen Shiyan stopped and pointed at the tall and straight thing with his finger, "This is the first time I have seen so many bamboos on the side of the road."
"Have you not seen it before? There are also bamboo forests in some places in Beijing."
"I haven't seen it much," Shen Shiyan said earnestly with a finger gesture, "Beijing is different. For example, there is a piece in the park, and it feels different from this kind of piece growing next to a house."
Meng Xintang explored with great interest: "How do you say it?"
"This kind of scene is like..." Shen Shiyan frowned lightly, thought about it, but couldn't find any good way to describe it, "I can't explain it clearly, I just think that bamboo and the village are connected, and bamboo and the park are connected. Being together, it feels a lot worse. It's just... This kind of situation is like the kind of green bamboo by the window that was written in the Chinese textbook when I was a child, and it is related to people."
"When you were young?" Meng Xintang wanted to laugh immediately after hearing this, "Are we all so old?"
The road was narrow, and the two walked in tandem instead.
"Isn't that true?" Shen Shiyan was about to count how many years it was from his college entrance examination, when he caught a glimpse of Meng Xintang's posture in front of him, he couldn't hold back and laughed. He stretched out his hand, and while reaching for Meng Xintang's hand, he said, "Walking with your hands behind your back again, you are too much like an old man who is here for a walk."
Meng Xintang smiled and turned back when he was grabbing his hand. He wanted to say something, but the moment he turned around, he saw a smiling face illuminated by the sun, and Meng Xintang lost his voice again.
Because Shen Shiyan's eyes were slightly down when he was looking at the hands behind him, and being hit by the sun again, Meng Xintang suddenly thought of the day they first met. The pipa music seemed to still reverberate clearly in his ears, and Meng Xintang would still be instantly moved when he recalled that scene in his dream.
I would never have imagined that the person who is amazing at first sight will become the person who will be by his side for the rest of his life.
Seeing that he was a little stunned, Shen Shiyan didn't let go, so he approached him in this posture and asked, "What's wrong?"
Meng Xintang didn't answer immediately, but pulled out his arm, and then shook Shen Shiyan's hand back.
"It's okay, just to see how good you are."
Engineer Meng would also say such things? Before Shen Shiyan could think about it, he was already led out a long way. It wasn't until a few dog barks that Shen Shiyan came back to his senses and suddenly realized what was wrong at the moment.
"Hey?" Shen Shiyan looked around and retracted his hand, "There is someone on the street."
Meng Xintang turned his head to the side, and put on the kind of faint smile that Shen Shiyan liked most, as if everything was under his control, which made people feel at ease.
"It's ok."
The two walked to the pond holding hands, but in early October, a pair of palms were sweaty.
Just in time for the sun to go down, the small pond at this moment is probably more beautiful than usual. A few local villagers bent over to fish something in the middle of the pool, and Shen Shiyan swayed to look around, but couldn't see clearly.
Seeing that he was eager to go into the water, Meng Xintang hurriedly stopped: "The water is cold now, it won't take long for you to catch a cold, so don't go in."
"It's okay," Shen Shiyan squatted down, tested the water temperature with his hands, then raised his eyebrows and raised his head to test, "It doesn't seem to be very cold? Except when I was very young, I have never been in this kind of water. There is a pond, you can see stones across the water, and you see, there are small shrimps."
There was no way to take him, Meng Xintang looked at him for a long time, then nodded helplessly: "Then you go down and step on it, and come up after experiencing it."
With this permission, Shen Shiyan immediately took off his shoes and socks, and his movements were not lively for his age. Meng Xintang squatted down, helped him raise his trousers, and warned him not to slip. Shen Shiyan raised his foot and stepped into the water without even probing.
"The stones at the bottom are a little slippery." This experience was too new for Shen Shiyan, which made him want to go deeper into the water. Meng Xintang hurriedly stopped him on the shore. Fortunately, Shen Shiyan is a very self-conscious person. Someone reminded him that he took it back and walked back. Meng Xintang was relieved, and while Shen Shiyan was walking back, he took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures of him.
Meng Xintang's mobile phone will not have another photo in ten thousand years, but if there is an extra photo, it must be Shen Shiyan's, and even when Xinchu flips through it, he mumbles jealous. His photography skills have never passed the test. Fortunately, the people being photographed are good-looking, and he has enough qualifications to show off.
Shen Shiyan went ashore, and Meng Xintang handed him the tissue and helped him to wipe his feet.
"Suddenly I feel that this slow-paced life with nothing to do is good." It should still be cold, and his voice trembled a little. He woke up in the morning and had breakfast, and then went for a walk in the woods and the pond. If you have nothing to do, just follow Chatting with other people, you can also keep a dog, walk the dog, go to the pond or river to catch some fish and shrimp to eat at noon and night, how comfortable. "
Listening to his words, Meng Xintang had already taken off his jacket and put it on him.
"No, it's not that cold."
Shen Shiyan wanted to return the coat to him, but Meng Xintang pressed his arm and said, "Put it on for a while, then give it to me after a while."
Shen Shiyan turned around and glanced at Meng Xintang. After that, he didn't refuse any more. He straightened his coat honestly. He lowered his head and thought for a while, or asked if he had Question to ask.
"You said, the two of us, who will leave first?"
Meng Xintang, who has always been realistic, flinched a little in the face of this problem. He thought about it for a long time, but still couldn't come up with a good answer. If he left first, he would be worried about Shen Shiyan, and if Shen Shiyan left first, he would feel that he didn't take good care of him and let him go first.
The more conventional a question is, the more difficult it is to answer, because if there is really a standard answer to a question, it will not be asked over and over again by thousands of people thinking about it.
"If I leave first, will you be able to live to the end of your life?" Shen Shiyan narrowed his eyes and looked at the sinking sun.
Meng Xintang didn't take too long to think, he quickly gave the answer.
"can."
Shen Shiyan smiled: "It may be because of the influence of my parents, I always feel that it would be very scary if one of the two left. After all, it would be very uncomfortable for the person who was with me to suddenly disappear. ."
The answer that was uncertain just now has already been picked out by this time. In Meng Xintang's view, the way to manage love is very simple. If one person can't bear it, the other person can bear it. If one person is afraid, the other person should not be afraid. So he patted Shen Shiyan on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry."
"Don't worry about anything? Are you?" Shen Shiyan pushed up his glasses and asked with a smile.
"Well," Meng Xintang nodded, "if that day comes, all the things that have been with you will continue to be with me."
Stunned for a moment, Shen Shiyan turned his gaze to the man beside him.
Meng Xintang was also looking at him.
He held the hand of the person next to him again, and suddenly returned to the last topic that Shen Shiyan inadvertently brought up: "And the kind of life you just talked about, I wrote it down, and when we all retire, we can somewhere."
Many times, Shen Shiyan would have a feeling that Meng Xintang never made a distinction between love and life, as if for him, he always had only one complete life.
In fact, what is love? Their lives have already been brought together, and they are different from this world and all things.
The sun went down, and the two walked slowly back along the edge of the pond. The wind was a little cool, and the shadows were long. At the corner of the path was an old man, sitting quietly on a stone bench with a yellow dog lying at his feet. Evening glow remains.
--End--