The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

When he drove away for a while, Meng Xintang suddenly hesitated, patted his brain, remembered that he patronized and observed Shen Shiyan's emotions, without asking how the old injury on his shoulder came. Taking advantage of the traffic jam, he quickly sent a message to Shen Shiyan.

Shen Shiyan returned quickly and simply, saying that he had been accidentally smashed before, and it was all right.

Meng Xinchu's wedding was approaching, and the young couple had to make time for the wedding in a quarrel, which was a mess. It happened that Meng Xintang was fine recently. Meng Xinchu was like picking up a big baby that fell from the sky. He took Meng Xintang to work every day.

"What font do you want?"

Meng Xinchu was lying on the coffee table, holding a piece of paper that Meng Xintang wrote to her, and clicked on the type that Meng Xintang used to write: "Just this."

Meng Xintang glanced at it, then took the pen and wrote the first wedding invitation.

"Brother, your little old man's hobby has finally come in handy for your sister. Are you happy?"

Meng Xintang bowed his head and wrote carefully, responding in a cooperative manner: "Happy, but a little unhappy."

Meng Xinchu smiled hesitantly: "Can't bear me?"

Looking at the solemn Meng Xintang, Meng Xinchu remembered that she had an argument with her future husband for this wedding invitation. She insisted on all handwriting, but her husband said when should it be written, and their characters are so ugly, did they spend money to find someone to write? Pretend to be art, there is no real feeling, do n’t even think about it, our family is not used to it This is wrong.

At the time, Meng Xinchu called Meng Xintang at that time, and said two sentences to replace the matter, and he answered without thinking about it. Hanging up the phone, Meng Xinchu stumped his neck towards the man next to him: "You are not used to my brother, you are mad."

Meng Xinchu wrote with him for a while, and praised him with the words "No ancients and no comers", and took a photo of him with his mobile phone. After finishing these, I finally felt bored and ran to the house. Go play a game.

Meng Xintang wrote a letter slowly, and waited for more than half of the long list, he suddenly saw a familiar name.

The name was so special that he didn't even consider the possibility of a duplicate name.

He stared at the name for two seconds, and yelled at Meng Xinchu.

"What's the matter? Whoops, I'm just about to qualify." Meng Xinchu trot out and asked.

Meng Xintang reached the bottom edge of the name frame and asked, "Do you know him?"

Meng Xinchu stooped and glanced, and said immediately, "My classmate, we are both classmates in junior high school and high school."

After speaking, I felt weird. As soon as she wanted to ask Meng Xintang if he knew him, she saw the expression on his brother's face.

"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 accident."

Somehow, Meng Xinchu suddenly got excited, and did not forget her ranking. She sat down next to Meng Xintang and began to speak.

"I tell you, my classmate, old cow, the people I admire in my life, the first is my dad, the second is our mother, the third is you, the fourth," Meng Xinchu raised his hand and hooked his index finger Tap the name on the paper, "It's him."

Meng Xintang froze, looked down, and reached out to open Meng Xinchu's finger on the word "Shen Shiyan".

If you admire it, admire it.

I am afraid that Meng Xintang will find it funny when he studies this childishly. Fortunately, Meng Xinchu was immersed in the thought of describing his old classmates, and did not even notice the intestine of the old man in front of him.

"Hey brother, do you remember, my college entrance examination in 2003, SARS coming?"

Meng Xintang certainly remembers that year was the college entrance examination that he sent Meng Xinchu to, and the little girl was lying on his shoulder and crying. The atmosphere of that year's examination room was extraordinarily dignified. Candidates all wore big masks, and they had to take their body temperature before entering. Compared with other years, the 2003 college entrance examination really looked like a battlefield.

"Atypical pneumonia, how many people died in the news report alone, not to mention the patients, the medical staff died as much. Of my classmates that year, I didn't want to be a doctor, and when I was on the list, only Shen Shiyan," said Meng Xinchu. A thigh shot, "High scores are recorded in the best medical school. This is the Warrior, OK?"

Meng Xinchu may have spoken too fiercely and started looking for water to drink after saying a few words. Because of these words, Meng Xintang suddenly felt that something hot was flowing in his chest. He ticked the corner of his mouth lightly, feeling that this was exactly what he would do. He sat there thinking for himself, as if he could clearly see Shen Shiyan sitting on the entrance to the college entrance examination and answering the questions seriously.

"I remember that I also asked him how he reported to the medical school. He said that his father was a doctor, and he thought it was meaningful to be a doctor. He liked it, so he reported it. Oh yes, I remember his father seemed to be Respiratory medicine, a well-known doctor, was always on the front line during SARS, but was lucky, not infected, and reported by the news. But then ... his father passed away, and it was not long before his classmates said that his mother also died."

"died?"

For a moment, Meng Xintang was at a loss. He accepted the information contained in Meng Xinchu's words, but he couldn't match the experiences of his parents with Shen Shiyan. He felt that a person like Shen Shiyan would have at least a very warm and capable family. He even guessed what his parents would be. No matter what, he felt that he could not be an "unfortunate" person. 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. He still broke his usual rule: "For what?"

"I don't know. No one has ever asked anyone about such a sad thing, so they pretended not to know. But when we heard that, we were all very sad." Meng Xinchu stomped his legs and sighed, "Hey, the world is impermanent. But I really admire him. I think that if a parent is in trouble, it can really hit a person very hard. My pretty good friend, his mother is sick after his illness and his whole body looks like It ’s the same as a person, I do n’t like talking, and I ’m not enthusiastic about learning anything. But Shen Shiyan is different. I sometimes chat with him, and I ’ve seen him a few times. I do n’t think he ’s changed a lot. To say change is to become even better than before. "

Meng Xintang listened without saying a word, his emotions were twitching in his heart, but his brain seemed to freeze, leaving only the silhouette of Shen Shiyan when he first saw him.

"Oh there," Meng Xinchu patted Meng Xintang's thigh. "He was still in the relief after the Wenchuan earthquake. We don't know. Later, he listened to a guy who talked to him very well. He went to the epicenter, yes. Among the most advanced medical staff, no one has been contacted for a long time. It is simply a heroic existence! "

When saying this, Meng Xinchu's eyes shone with worship, brighter than when he mentioned his favorite male star. Finally, she took Meng Xintang's hand and concluded: "Anyway, the people around me are definitely my idols and male gods exist."

When Meng Xinchu left, Meng Xintang had not slowed down yet. However, after listening to these descriptions of Shen Shiyan, he seemed to be able to outline the path he had traveled, the pain he had experienced, and lived to make it difficult for him to breathe.

He got up and poured himself a cup of tea. A few drops of tea leaked out, he nodded on the water with his fingers, and the ghost made a mistake and wrote a name.

It seemed that at the moment when the name was written, the scene in front of him coincided with that day when he was in the tea house.

Watching the two words slowly become gān, he has an impulse in his heart, and there is expectation. He has never had such feelings for a man, even if he has been in love, it seems that he has not been so intense. He didn't know whether this mood could already be called like, or that he could go one step further and climb up the word "love".