The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway - Chapter 22

It’s easy for two people who understand to talk, just to be frank with each other. However, at this moment, Shen Shiyan was a little uneasy and had some troubles. Although he finally took his own heart, he couldn’t deny that he had just been looking forward to it for a moment, and was afraid. I was looking forward to what Meng Xintang said that he could give, and was afraid Said Meng Xintang just couldn’t give it. He can say a stingy answer to include all the love, but then he still knows where to go.

“Three perspectives, trust each other, and accompany each other.” Shen Shiyan laughed. “In fact, there is nothing special. It should be busy with work and work. If it’s okay, take a turn and enjoy a flower and listen to a song after dinner. Children, occasionally go out to play and see the scenery. Maybe I will experience a lot of helplessness, but I hope I don’t have it in love. “

After a long pause, Shen Shiyan added another sentence.

“Actually Xu Yang didn’t say anything wrong, I’m too idealistic.”

Meng Xintang would like to touch his close face with his fingers.

At that moment, Meng Xintang felt that he loved Shen Shiyan miserably. Even if a person walks through his life, he can still love him to the end of his life.

But he was reluctant to love him.

Chapter 15—Golden Gui, Hardened

When Shen Shiyan woke up, her head was dim, and her eyes were not very clear. She had already covered her quilt and was going to sleep. Then she remembered the night last night and Meng Xintang who was still at home.

He often doesn’t pull the curtains when he sleeps, so that the yard is bright, windy, and rainy, and he can see more clearly.

The glasses were placed on the table by the window as usual. Shen Shiyan rubbed his eyes and walked over. When his fingertips touched the cool glasses frame, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the figure in the yard.

Meng Xintang was admiring the two birds pecking on the ground, heard the movement of the rear curtains, and turned his head.

“Woke up?”

“Well, you got up so early?”

Shen Shiyan answered this sentence and came to him.

“Be used to getting up early,” Meng Xintang said, noting that Shen Shiyan was a little different today. He raised his hand and tapped his glasses, saying, “You don’t wear glasses today.”

Shen Shiyan nodded, his head turned a bit slowly, and he clearly remembered that he had just come to the glasses.

“Ah, forgot.”

In the usual Shen Shiyan, a pair of glasses is always pressed on the bridge of the nose. Today it is gone, the lines seem to be more obvious, and the eyes are not as good as the layer of shielding. Meng Xintang looked at it this way and said wherever he thought.

“Actually you look good without glasses.”

I don’t know if it was because of the conversation between each other last night. After the sentence ended, the air between the two people suddenly quieted down. Shen Shiyan put her hand in her pocket, looked at the distance with a smile, and finally realized the taste of the “cold field” in the legend.

He smiled and asked Meng Xintang to tilt his head: “This is called ’embarrassing’.”

Meng Xintang, who was thinking about the topic, was immediately asked by him when he asked, “My fault”.

Shen Shiyan smiled and shook her head without saying anything else. And because of his laugh-like provocation, he seemed to have regained the ease they had when they were together.

The two birds flew away, dragging Shen Shiyan’s eyes sharply, and plunged into the sky.

“Does your shoulder hurt?” Meng Xintang was concerned.

Shen Shiyan turned her shoulders carefully, and shook her head: “It’s all right.”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Meng Xintang said. “Since there is an old injury, be careful in the future, don’t bump into it and don’t get cold.”

Just when Shen Shiyan didn’t wake up, Meng Xintang stood here and remembered the doctor’s words that day, and suddenly felt a little scared. Although it was a threatening joke, she was completely worried. If a thoracic surgeon’s shoulder really falls down, he can’t really get a scalpel anymore.

Shen Shiyan listened to Meng Xintang’s words, but felt like Meng Xintang was the doctor among them. Thinking of fun, but did not show it, he nodded solemnly, fully accepted the goodwill of Meng Xintang.

Meng Xintang was going to the unit. He left without breakfast. Before leaving, he replaced Shen Shiyan with a second plaster.

Shen Shiyan sent Meng Xintang to a taxi, accompanied by Chenguang, walked slowly back, and bought one at the flower shop at Hutongkou. Passing the early stall in Hutong, remembering that I hadn’t cared for this aunt’s business for a long time, I stopped to buy two fritters and a glass of soy milk.

He moved a small bench and sat at the gate of the yard, took out the old radio in the house, set it aside, and started eating churros. I don’t know if it is the scent of churros or the morning song on the radio, which attracted the two wild cats who often wandered around. The two cats walked to his feet in an arc, one lively “meowed” at him, and the other was still dead and looked at him.

Shen Shiyan teased them for a while, observed how fat and thin they were, and got up to look for ham sausage in the house. When I arrived in the room, I discovered that all the uncleaned dining tables were cleaned up by Meng Xintang. I went to the kitchen again, and sure enough, I saw a pile of clean plates and bowls.

Did this person sleep?

Shen Shiyan glanced again and saw a stainless steel basin clasped on the desk, with a note attached to it.

“No cling film was found. There are not many fish left, but it is a pity to pour it. I saw làng cats around the last time. You can feed them. Of course, if you want to eat them, you can eat them yourself, but I worry you wo n’t heat.”

Quite understand him.

Shen Shiyan tore off the slip of paper, stretched out her hand, and stuck it to the wall.

He gave the two cats together with the fish and ham sausage, and saw them tentatively sniffing forward, then glanced at him, took a step, and stood safely beside the plate to eat.

Shen Shiyan sat next to them and drank soy milk and asked them: “Is it cold?”

No cat squeaked.

Shen Shiyan asked again, “Is it delicious?”

Still no cat squeak.

Shen Shiyan sighed and stretched out her two legs. One person sucked the soymilk cup into an empty alley against the empty alley, making the two cats look up at him for a long time.

After the morning music channel program was over, Shen Shiyan changed two channels to the news channel.

At about eight-thirty, Shen Shiyan heard on time that the next-door old Gu was hanging his throat. He was happy, and ran into the house with the two small bottles.

When the old Gu opened the door for him, the thief was so anxious that he opened a crack in the door and whispered in front of the reading glasses, “Have you left it for me?”

Shen Shiyan raised her hand and shook it. The two wine bottles were swayed together and made a crisp noise. Lao Gu hurriedly squeezed the wine bottle with two hands, and glanced at Shen Shiyan: “You little voice!”

Shen Shiyan shook her hand with a smile, and the bad eyes were written on her face.

Lao Gu pinched the necks of the two wine bottles with one hand, and tore off both stoppers at the same time, the cat glanced into it, and was immediately unhappy.

“Why did you leave me this sip? If you drink two bottles of wine, you leave me this sip!”

Shen Shiyan stared at him for a long while, and when he moved his eyes, he looked at the back room through the crack of the door and shouted, “Gui …”

“Hey,” Lao Gu hurriedly raised his hand to stop him. “Don’t shout, don’t shout, enough is enough.”

Shen Shiyan closed her mouth and closed her voice, watching Lao Gu mumble as she cherished a small sip, and squinted her eyes.

“You can’t drink alcohol,” Shen Shiyan advised. “Granny Osmanthus tube is right, and I can’t help you gān bad things all the time, so I’ll leave you so much later.”

The old Gu reluctantly, frowning fiercely, refuting: “There were two couples before, you can’t get less and less.”