The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

"Is it hard to fall in love with a man?"

Holding the tea cup, he laughed softly and suddenly felt that this question was really stupid.

Meng Xintang put the tea cup on the coffee table, sat down again, straightened the invitation in front, and carefully pushed the cup away. Immediately after writing down, he paused again, twitching the pen tip twice, he frowned and crooked his head, leaned over, and pulled out two manuscript papers from the drawer.

The nib rubbed against the paper and rustled.

When he was finally satisfied, he officially wrote the invitation. Both manuscript papers were covered with the words "Shen Shiyan", which were dense and layered, like a secret love that was unknown and uncontrollable.

chapter eight

That evening, Meng Xintang called Shen Shiyan and asked if his shoulder was fully recovered. When the call was connected, the sunset just fell into the window.

Shen Shiyan was very noisy and there was more than one person talking. Meng Xintang held the phone closer and asked, "What are you gān?"

"Accompany the old Gu to pick the flowers, oh, the old man who performed the opera when he first met."

As soon as he had finished speaking, Meng Xintang heard him snoring.

"Hey, don't move, don't move, old Gu you put it down! How many times have I said that this flower is delicate and delicate, and even I am not good at serving, when the flowers are not raised, I will torture you.

Shen Shiyan's voice had a rare, uncommon breath of anger, a little anxious, and a little helpless. Meng Xintang faintly heard someone answer a few times, and then Shen Shiyan said "wait a moment" to him, and then said to the man, "Why do you have so much reason now?"

Meng Xintang simply stood against the wall, listening to the argument over there as a boring paragraph. After lingering for a while, the phone was finally quiet for a while.

"This old Gu glanced at the flowers in my yard and had to raise them. I said he would give him two pots and he wouldn't come, pick flowers and pick up expensive and difficult to raise picks." Like he complained, and muttered at the end, "Old boy."

Meng Xintang laughed and relieved: "Elderly people are like this, but it's actually quite fun."

Shen Shiyan issued a "hmm", which was counted as approval. Meng Xintang thought and asked again, "Do you spend a lot in your yard?"

"A lot," Shen Shiyan said with a smile, "I have four seasons full of a courtyard."

In a word, Meng Xintang's eyes trembled.

He turned his eyes out of the window to entangle the midsummer sunset.

"If you have time, you can come and see the flowers."

Meng Xintang laughed and said "OK".

"But my flowers are more beautiful than the outside, and they are not easily shown to others," Shen Shiyan said with a joke. "If you want to come, you have to bring something as a reward."

Meng Xintang raised an eyebrow: "Reward money?"

"Well, think about what to bring."

Meng Xintang listened and laughed lowly: "Okay, I will think hard."

He raised his hand and tapped the front glass window twice, knocking on the crimson cloud.

"Are the shoulders completely okay?"

"It's been fine for a long time, and it wasn't a big deal at all."

Shen Shiyan said lightly, Meng Xintang thought, maybe he already felt like he was a mother-in-law. But I was concerned, and it was hard to hold back.

"Is there no more trouble in the hospital?"

"No, everything is fine."

The two talked for a while, and when Meng Xintang's cell phone was warmed a few degrees when the call was hung up. He fiddled with his cell phone and stood by the window for a while, and received two messages.

Opening WeChat, I saw the two pictures sent by Shen Shiyan, which showed the flowers in the courtyard.

Meng Xintang flipped back and forth and looked at those two photos with amazement. I couldn't believe this was the courtyard of Shen Shiyan. Only then did he hear that he thought that the "four seasons of a courtyard" was just a làng diffuse metaphor in the cornice of Shen Shi. Now that I have seen and learned, I understand that this statement is not exaggerated.

The light and flowers in the courtyard seemed to flourish all summer.

He pondered for a moment, and returned a message.

"I think I need something precious enough to pay for the reward and give me some time."

Shen Shiyan's response was calm and long ----- "Waiting for good news."

As soon as Meng Xintang put down the phone to cook, the door of the living room was opened. He began to think that Meng Xin was here, and then he blinked before he saw his mother.

Qiao Wei is in his fifties, never showing age, and never dresses inconsistent with his age. He is always a meticulous shirt professional dress, with his horns neatly combed behind his ears, gān is simple and simple, and also with majesty.

"Mom?" Meng Xintang was surprised. "Why did you come back suddenly?"

Qiao Wei at the door responded with a smile, and Meng Xintang hurried forward and took the bag in her hand.

"Isn't the new beginning here today?"

"She didn't say that. I can't guess it."

"Then you call her. The wedding is next week. Let's discuss it tonight." After that, Qiao Wei went into the bathroom to wash her hands.

Meng Xintang picked up the phone again and walked for two steps. When Qiao Wei came out, he hadn't dialed the phone yet.

Qiao Wei took a sip of water and turned around and asked, "Don't you fight?"

"Let's fight," Meng Xintang sighed. "If you hit her, she will be happier."

Obviously, Qiao Wei's hand paused, and then she lowered the glass and flipped the phone out of her bag.

When cooking, Meng Xintang always thought that during the preparation of the wedding, there was no help from my parents, or even asking, would I feel a little wronged and sad at the beginning.

From their youth, to their brothers and sisters, their parents seem to be just two elders who have been working outside the home all the time, sometimes unable to reach for months.

"I said at the beginning that I'll be here soon," Qiao Wei appeared in the kitchen sometime, "I bought the shrimp, and you're almost done. I'll make her a stuffy prawn."

When Meng Xintang started to collect his last dish, Qiao Wei stood aside and began to pick the shrimp line.

"I heard that you and Lao Zhong are silent?" She asked casually.

"Well, how long ago it happened."

Meng Xintang said something like Shen Shiyan's tone.

Qiao Wei didn't mean to learn a lesson or be held accountable, but just shook his head gently and said, "So impulsive, regardless of the consequences, it doesn't look like you."

Meng Xintang bowed his head and pulled the vegetables in the pot, asking, "How did things go?"

"What else?" Qiao Wei's tone was not strange, and then he urged, "Go back to work when you're almost there, don't be embarrassed. You have to know that this matter has made the research of the entire two teams for years Stream, you believe he is one thing, and it is another thing to make insurance treatment. Do n’t be more than thirty, and still be as hot as a child. "

To sum it up, love is sentimental, rationality is reasonable, and each other does not talk about each other.

Meng Xintang poured the dishes on a plate and turned off the smoking machine. Without the buzz, his voice seemed clearer.

"I can understand, but I won't agree." He looked at Qiao Wei, stubborn and firm. "Let me go back, I will go back naturally, that time is indeed impulsive, there will be no next time, you can rest assured."

Meng Xinchu came back very quickly. When he entered the door, he was so sweaty that he shouted "Mom" without changing shoes at the door. Both Qiao Wei and Meng Xintang greeted him, and Meng Xin flew onto Qiao Wei with open arms.

"Mom, why are you back?"

"I'll come back when I'm free," Qiao Wei smiled and touched the sweat on her head with her back. "What are you so anxious about, seeing this sweat, go to wipe the paper and turn on the air conditioner. Don't catch cold. "