Meng Xintang glanced at Shen Shiyan subconsciously. Shen Shiyan still stood calmly, letting Xu Yanwu look at him with suspicious eyes.
"Tired?" Xu Yanwu didn't seem to believe it, but he didn't say anything when he saw Meng Xintang, and nodded to himself when he looked over, and didn't continue to check.
After leaving the store and getting into the car, Meng Xintang asked Shen Shiyan why he lied.
"This child has a heavy mind and is very strong in association. He likes to think blindly."
After Shen Shiyan said this, Meng Xintang thought about it again, but still felt that something was not right. Before leaving, he worriedly told Shen Shiyan that he really had to hide when he encountered this kind of medical trouble in the future. If he couldn't escape, he had to protect himself. Shen Shiyan responded with a smile, saying why they all love to teach him lessons.
After driving for a while, Meng Xintang suddenly felt a shudder in his heart, patted his forehead, remembered that he was watching Shen Shiyan's mood, and didn't ask him how the old shoulder injury came from. Taking advantage of the traffic jam, he quickly sent a message to Shen Shiyan.
Shen Shiyan returned quickly and simply, saying that he was accidentally smashed before, and it was all right.
Meng Xinchu's wedding was approaching, and the young couple had to take time out of the quarrel to devote themselves to the big and small matters of the wedding. It was a mess. It happened that Meng Xintang was fine recently, and Meng Xinchu was like picking up a big baby that fell from the sky, pulling Meng Xintang to work every day.
"What font do you want?"
Meng Xinchu was lying on the coffee table, holding a piece of paper written by Meng Xintang for her, and clicking on the type that Meng Xintang used to write: "That's all."
Meng Xintang glanced at it, picked up a pen, and wrote the first wedding invitation.
"Brother, your little old man's hobby finally comes in handy with your sister, are you happy?"
Meng Xintang lowered his head and wrote seriously, and responded cooperatively: "Happy, but also a little unhappy."
Meng Xinchu chuckled: "Can't you bear me?"
Looking at the serious Meng Xintang, Meng Xinchu remembered that she had quarreled with her future husband over this wedding invitation. She insisted on writing it all by hand, but her husband said when will it be written, and their handwriting is so ugly, do they still need to pay someone to write it? Pretending to be literary and artistic, without real feelings, don't even think about it, our family is not used to this problem.
Meng Xinchu called Meng Xintang at that time, explained the matter after only a few words, and answered without thinking. After hanging up the phone, Meng Xinchu smacked his neck at the man next to him: "You are not used to my brother's habits, you are mad at you."
Meng Xinchu wrote with him for a while, and then praised his "unprecedented" style, and took a photo of him with his mobile phone as a souvenir. After doing this, he finally got bored and ran into the house. Going to play games.
Meng Xintang was sitting alone on the sofa, slowly writing one letter at a time. When more than half of the long list had passed, he suddenly saw a familiar name.
The name was so special that he didn't even consider the possibility of the same name.
He stared at the name for two seconds, then called Meng Xinchu loudly.
"What's the matter? Oops, I was just about to play qualifying." Meng Xinchu trotted out and asked.
Meng Xintang put the pen on the lower edge of the name frame and asked, "Do you know him?"
Meng Xinchu bent down and glanced at it, and immediately said, "My classmate, we are both classmates in junior high school and high school."
After speaking, she felt strange. Just as she was about to ask Meng Xintang if she knew him, she saw his brother's stunned expression.
"That's right," Meng Xintang murmured, "you two should be the same age."
"Huh? Do you know each other?"
"Well," Meng Xintang nodded, "I met by chance."
For some reason, Meng Xinchu suddenly got excited, and no longer cared about her ranking, he sat cross-legged next to Meng Xintang and started to speak.
"Let me tell you, my classmate is an old cow. The people I admire in my life are my father, my mother, you, and fourth," Meng Xinchu raised his hand and pointed out his index finger. Knocked on the name on the paper, "It's him."
Meng Xintang was stunned for a while, lowered his eyes, reached out and opened Meng Xinchu's finger on the words "Shen Shiyan".
If you admire it, admire it, why are you good at poking people
I'm afraid Meng Xintang would find this naive idea funny when he studied it carefully, but fortunately, Meng Xinchu was so immersed in his own way of describing his old classmates that he didn't even notice the little belly of the old man in front of him.
"Hey brother, do you remember, in 2003, when I took the college entrance examination, I was involved in SARS?"
Of course Meng Xintang remembered that he sent Meng Xinchu to take the college entrance examination that year, and the little girl was crying on his shoulder. The atmosphere in the examination room that year was particularly solemn. Candidates all wore large masks and had to take their body temperature before entering the examination room. Compared with other years, the college entrance examination in 2003 was really like a battlefield.
"Alas, how many people died just by the news reports, not the number of patients, the medical staff died. That year, among my classmates, those who wanted to be doctors didn't report, and only Shen Shiyan was the only one who made the list," Meng Xinchu said. With a slap on the thigh, "High score to the best medical school. This is the warrior!"
Meng Xinchu may have spoken too violently. He shouted "I'm so thirsty" and started looking for water to drink. Because of these few words, Meng Xintang suddenly felt something warm in his chest. He slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, feeling that it really looked like something he would do. Sitting there thinking, he seemed to clearly see that year's Shen Shiyan sitting in the college entrance examination room, answering the questions seriously.
"I remember at that time I asked him how he applied for medical school. He said that his father was a doctor. He thought it was very meaningful to be a doctor. He liked it, so he signed up. Oh yes, I remember his father seemed to A well-known doctor in the department of respiratory medicine. He was always on the front line during SARS, but he was lucky to not be infected and was reported in the news. But later... His father died, and I heard from classmates that his mother also died not long after. already."
"died?"
For a moment, Meng Xintang was at a loss. He struggled to accept the information contained in Meng Xinchu's words, but he couldn't match the experience of his parents with Shen Shiyan. He felt that a person like Shen Shiyan would at least have a very warm and powerful family. He even guessed what kind of people his parents would be. No matter what, he felt that he could not be "unfortunate". children in the family. He really didn't expect that he would be alone in this world.
Unconsciously, he clenched his hands and hesitated for a moment, but he still broke his usual rules: "Why?"
"I don't know. No one has asked or mentioned such a big sad thing, so they all pretended not to know. But when we heard about it, we were all very sad." Meng Xinchu curled up his legs and sighed, "Sigh, things are impermanent. But I really admire him. I think that if parents have an accident, it can really hit a person very hard. My good friend, after his mother fell ill and died, his whole person looks like I've changed a lot, I don't like to talk anymore, and I don't have any enthusiasm for learning. But Shen Shiyan is different. I sometimes chat with him, and I met him a few times later, but I don't think he has changed a lot. To say that it has changed is to become more powerful than before.”
Meng Xintang listened without saying a word, his heart was tumbling, but his brain seemed to have crashed, and only the silhouette of Shen Shiyan was left when he first met.
"Oh also," Meng Xinchu patted Meng Xintang's thigh, "he went to the Wenchuan earthquake to provide relief, we don't know, or I heard from a boy who was nice to him later that he went to the epicenter. Among the first batch of medical staff, they haven't contacted anyone for a long time. Simply, this is a hero!"
When he said this, Meng Xinchu's eyes flashed with admiration, brighter than when he mentioned his favorite male star. In the end, she took Meng Xintang's hand and came to a conclusion: "Anyway, among the people around me, he is definitely my idol, like a male god."
When Meng Xinchu left, Meng Xintang had not recovered. But after listening to these descriptions about Shen Shiyan, he seemed to be able to outline the path he had traveled and the pain he had experienced, so vivid that it made it difficult for him to breathe.
He got up and poured himself a cup of tea. There were a few drops of tea leaking outside, he tapped on the water with his finger, and, in a strange way, wrote a name.
It seems that the moment I wrote this name, the scene in front of me overlapped with that day in the teahouse.
Watching the two words slowly dry up, he had impulses and expectations in his heart. He had never had such feelings for a man, and even his previous love seemed to have never been so strong. He didn't know if such a feeling could already be called liking, or if he could go a step further and climb the word "love".
"Will it be hard to fall in love with a man?"
Holding the teacup, he chuckled softly, suddenly feeling that his question was really stupid.
Meng Xintang put the teacup on the coffee table, sat down again, straightened the invitation in front of him, and carefully pushed the cup further away. Just as he was about to write, he paused again, the tip of the pen hung on the pen and drew twice, he frowned, tilted his head, leaned over, and pulled out two manuscript papers from the drawer.
The tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a rustling sound.
When he finally felt satisfied, he officially wrote the invitation. The words "Shen Shiyan" were covered on the two manuscripts.