The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

Meng Xintang was somewhat surprised by his sudden proposal and responded for two seconds and said, "Okay, are you with me?"

"If necessary, I'm happy." Shen Shiyan raised her hand, and there was a look in the eyes of a child secretly doing bad things. "Lao Gu is a winemaker, but Grandma Osmanthus won't let him drink it, I'll go and steal it for you Try two bottles. "

"Okay," Meng Xintang's heart seemed to light up all of a sudden. It might be better to hit another day. Anyway, Meng Xinchu and a group of friends would sing ktv at night to celebrate. Without him, he simply suggested: "Tonight how about it?"

"Yes." Shen Shiyan promised quickly. "Just go to my house and let me prepare."

"OK." Meng Xintang laughed and responded.

Shen Shiyan tilted her head slightly, and just about to ask a question about the evening meal, her eyes suddenly fell on Meng Xintang's shoulder. He froze, then asked with a smile: "You just went to the yard?"

"Huh?" Meng Xintang didn't know how he was somewhat secretive, but immediately admitted frankly, "Well, I just wanted to go to you just now and see you talking to others, and I came back." He then asked, "How do you know?"

Shen Shiyan did not answer immediately, but raised her hand and twisted a small white on Meng Xintang's shoulder.

"You have flowers on your shoulders."

Every time Shen Shiyan said to him that this kind of poetic sentence was carried, he would surely walk away. He heard Shen Shiyan asking him what was wrong with him. But my mind hasn't completely recovered from the stutter, and the exit is also an irrelevant question temporarily picked up in my mind.

"Oh, I want to ask you the name of the Japanese song I heard just now," Meng Xintang coughed. "It was the one I put on when I changed my clothes."

"Just now?" Shen Shiyan repeated in a low voice, as if recalling the scene at that time.

He looked very serious with his head lowered, and couldn't see that he was just remembering a song that was asked by others. It was more like thinking carefully and carefully about the condition that must be resolved.

Looking at this kind of Shen Shiyan, Meng Xintang's mind couldn't help but start to think, what kind of person is he looking for, has he found it?

These two problems resemble a single cycle, circulating in his mind over and over again.

When Meng Xintang came out, Shen Shiyan was choosing music, and she was not impressed by the music being played. He tried to recall the scenes at that time, such as the display of the player's song list, and the conversation with Song Ke, and he wanted to use these to draw out some memories about the sound. But for a while, he couldn't get directions, as if he had lost his memory.

And when the revolving axis of the revolving circle turned out a brightly lit picture, Shen Shiyan suddenly seemed to be struck by the starlight, the Xinghe came over and turned into a sound and shadow at that moment.

He clearly remembered that glance of Meng Xintang, and also clearly remembered that the song that sang in his ear at the time happened to be the phrase he liked very much-"You waited for 30 years before I met People. "

Nothing is more diffuse than meeting.

"Ifoundyou."

Meng Xintang froze. Suddenly, there was a wrong feeling of time and space.

What kind of person is he looking for? Did he find it?

ifoundyou.

"I like the song released this year." Shen Shiyan's voice was enough to make Meng Xintang feel happy. He asked Meng Xintang, "Do you like it too?"

It may just be a beautiful coincidence, or it may be a hint of them.

I found you.

Chapter Twelve

Shen Shiyan also received Meng Xinchu's invitation for "wedding ktv" in the afternoon. He looked at the chat record with Meng Xintang just now and found that he was still packing at the venue. Looking at Meng Xinchu's circle of friends, I can't help but sigh that it is nice to have an older brother.

Rejecting Meng Xinchu, he thought about it and sent another one.

"Don't introduce me to the girl next time. I'm only in love with men."

Think again, a little sincere. Shen Shiyan added one more.

"I'm serious, no kidding."

Meng Xinchu's reply was exaggerated and followed several rows of exclamation marks. Looking at her questioning sentence by sentence, Shen Shiyan felt a little funny. Thinking about the scene when he told Meng Xintang at the time, he couldn't believe that two people with such different personalities would be brothers and sisters.

At about seven o'clock, when the sky was just down, Shen Shiyan received a call from Meng Xintang. He thought that his description was insufficient, and Meng Xintang got lost in this alley. But he just said he was going to pick him up at the tea house, but Meng Xintang said over there, "I should be at your doorstep."

"Ah? The door is unlocked," Shen Shiyan walked strangely toward the yard. "You push the door."

Meng Xintang chuckled over there and replied with a low voice: "Don't dare to enter, and I haven't made up enough money for the reward.

Shen Shiyan paused, and then laughed out loud.

He stepped up a bit and stepped forward to the gate of the courtyard. The hand holding the mobile phone was also lowered, and both hands held the door knocker, gently.

Meng Xintang, who was still holding his mobile phone, stood outside Dachang's door.

Shen Shiyan hung up the phone in his hand and let aside the channel.

"I can't see clearly at night, this time it's free for you."

"Thank you very much," Meng Xintang owed him in the same manner, like the literati who visited the confidante in ancient times.

Without paying, Meng Xintang still slipped all the flowers in that courtyard. Many of him are not famous, and often bend over and ask people around him what is this basin and what is that basin.

Shen Shiyan squatted down with her legs crossed and introduced him to the basin. The two pots are jade urns, also called white urns, and the pots are colchicum.

"Hey, haven't you learned it before, colchicine can inhibit mitosis, this is it."

"My school days were too far away, but I knew it."

The two squatted for a while, both of them covered in night.

At the end, when Shen Shiyan stood up, he also told Meng Xintang: "You owe too much money this time. In addition to the rewards, there are explanation fees."

"Don't worry," the debtor smelled the flowers again, turned his head and said, "let me pay back slowly."

After enjoying the flowers, the two walked side by side toward the lights in the house. Meng Xintang casually asked, "Why do you like planting flowers so much?"

Shen Shiyan was lifting the curtain for him, and Meng Xintang looked at him after asking.

"My mother likes it," he added after a brief pause, "of course I like it too."

In fact, when Shen Shiyan answered this question, he did not show anything special, but he was shaken twice by the bamboo curtain that he pulled in his arms.

"Sorry," Meng Xintang said quickly, and his steps stopped.

Because he stopped, Shen Shiyan lowered the bamboo curtain. He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter."

Then he blinked, and Meng Xintang saw a small white sill on the small window sill beside the door, with a white rose in it. It blooms just right, with flowers and green leaves.

"In the past, there were more flowers in my house, except for the way people walked. All were flowers." Shen Shiyan said, his eyes drifted to the yard, looking at the empty place, as if he was remembering something.

"But I don't have that high skill, I can't support that much," he touched the white rose again. "My mother loves flowers like an aegean. In the past, my father would give my mother as long as the flower shop at the door was not closed. Bring a flower back, for more than ten years, every day. "

Meng Xintang finally understood where Shen Xianyan's immortality came from. A flower every day, such a love, there are few singing in the world.

"Your parents ... they have a good relationship and they're very casual."