The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

After speaking, Meng Xintang moved his head closer and asked with a smile, "Do you still understand?"

Shen Shiyan looked at him and nodded, but because his chin was resting on the table, the process of nodding was not smooth. He seemed to look strangely, squinting down to see what was blocking him.

The light shone Shen Shiyan's hair very brightly, the broken hair on his forehead had already been put on his eyebrows, and yīn was cast on the misty eyes. Those eyes blinked more and more slowly, and at last they finally narrowed into a gentle line.

Meng Xintang froze for a while, as if held by something, raised his hand without much awareness.

Getting closer to his dark hair.

Shen Shiyan, who hadn't been moving, suddenly opened her eyes and raised her head.

"I agree with everything you said," Shen Shiyan seemed to be awake suddenly, straightened up, and rubbed his aching neck. "Really, all agree. And I really admire you."

There was a sudden panic in Meng Xintang. Soon, he retracted his hands pretending to be calm and put his arms on the table again.

"Ah," Shen Shiyan knocked on his head with the palm of his hand, "a little dizzy."

Shen Shiyan loves drinking, but there is a strange place for him to drink. Others are either not drunk or drunk to the end, he is not, he is just like his dad, and sometimes he suddenly dazzles when he drinks, but this faint comes and goes quickly. This is not the case all the time, but Meng Xintang caught up today.

"Don't drink it." Meng Xintang picked up the cup and wanted to gān it.

The last word of wine in the last glass is the same on any wine table. Shen Shiyan followed the cup, and looked at his cup so far away from him. It wasn't right until he picked up the cup.

empty?

"Hey?"

Meng Xintang didn't hold back, and smiled tremblingly without converging. I don't know if Shen Shiyan was more drunk just now, or if he is more drunk now.

Chapter XIII Year-old Photo Begonia

Meng Xintang didn't return that day. First, I didn't know if Shen Shiyan was drunk or not, and second, it was too late to get a taxi. Shen Shiyan took him to the east, and arranged for him in a vague manner. He said "Good night" and turned away with a yawn.

Meng Xintang looked at the room in situ, and found that this was probably the room where Shen Shiyan was a child or had slept, and immediately felt as if he had accidentally reached a secret base. He realized that Shen Shiyan he wanted to see, and what he wanted to explore belonged to his past, perhaps leaving many traces in this room.

The light in the room is very special. It is not a switch that can be turned on and off. Instead, a copper bell hangs a rope.

The walls are very clean, there is nothing posted, only an ink painting is hung. Meng Xintang approached, stood and looked down. The picture is of a family of three, who is putting out a roll of fire mat, surrounded by clusters of flowers, and above the head is Hao Ran.

Did this accidentally light the straw mat?

He studied calligraphy, so it was easy to recognize the line on the side.

"Yihai Mid-Autumn Festival, the eaves are over ten."

Is Mid-Autumn Festival a birthday? Meng Xintang secretly stroked in his heart.

"Children have been rogue. Bingzhuo draws moonlight and hopes that the begonias in the court will bloom. No flowers are blooming, and a dàng evening glow is mistakenly painted. Then I send it this time, and I hope that the child will be as old as a begonia."

So, Shen Shiyan, ten years old, used candles as moonlights to reflect begonia flowers, and accidentally lit a straw mat aside. Looking at the painting, Meng Xintang unconsciously began to think about the look of Shen Shiyan, who was holding a candle, and found the look of Shen Shiyan, which was on the mat.

It turned out that this man has been so indifferent since he was a child.

"Jin Ruan works in the courtyard of his house, and he is on the side."

Further reading, Meng Xintang first encountered these two names.

At that time, Jin Ruan. Meng Xintang looked at the small print of Xingjuan Xiu and realized that this was probably Shen Shiyan's parents. The man in the picture laughed, holding a basin of water, but he was not anxious because of the fire. The woman had only one back, her hair was pulled behind her head, and the ray hanging from her ear was blowing in the wind, very gentle. Look like. Both people are in line with Meng Xintang's imagination.

Knowing that Shen Shiyan's parents had all passed away, Meng Xintang finished reading this line of words, and when he looked at the painting again, his mind became more complicated. With such parents, Shen Shiyan's past should be more poetic than he thought.

Look around, a desk, a cabinet, a g, all made of wood. There was a very light fragrance in the room, and Meng Xintang couldn't figure out the source. I don't know if it was from the wood. He leaned closer to the desk and went to read the books on the small bookshelf. There are several collections of lutes, an encyclopedia, two body structures, and at the end, a new English-Chinese dictionary with black-skinned gold characters.

This book is a bit familiar, and Meng Xintang remembered that he also had an original version, which was an ancient version.

Perhaps because they found something in common between the two, Meng Xintang became interested and reached for the dictionary. But before he could turn it on, a ring of bells got into his ear and stopped him. The voice was not loud, and Meng Xintang judged that it was Shen Shiyan's cell phone that was ringing during the dinner.

The bell rang for a while.

He put the dictionary back in his hand and turned towards the door. After waiting for a while and still no one answered, he went out to the front hall, glanced at the room where Shen Shiyan was sleeping, and the door was tightly closed. It was estimated that the person was asleep, and there was no sound outside. He looked around and found a cell phone on the side of the cupboard.

The ringtone is gone when I pick up the phone. There are two missed caller IDs, which are the same unfamiliar phone number.

Meng Xintang did not intend to wake up Shen Shiyan and put the phone back on the table. But it just stopped after a few seconds, and it rang again. When Meng Xintang saw this unstoppable momentum, he began to speculate whether it might be a temporary matter in the hospital.

After pondering for a moment, he held the mobile phone in his hand again and walked to the door of Shen Shiyan's room. He had raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but a short message appeared suddenly on the screen. Meng Xintang didn't mean to peek, but today's smart phones are too considerate, and the content of the text message is lying on the desktop like this, to understand, but a quick glance.

After he accidentally glanced at him, he quickly moved his eyes away and groaned slightly. The man in his heart said that he was really an ex-boyfriend. This was met at the wedding today and he found that he had no feelings left. Want to reunite?

The footsteps were paved along the road when it came, and the mobile phone made a slight turn in Meng Xintang's hand, and refitted to the redwood desktop. Before that, it was also muted.

What kind of complex is it.

After being disturbed by a text message, when returning to the house, Meng Xintang lay on G, and he just clicked on the phone without any purpose. Looking at the time, eleven twenty. He hesitated for a while for the WeChat list, and opened Jiang Yan's head.

After a message was typed, Meng Xintang felt hesitant. It was deleted for a while, but the content was still a lot.

"If you want to stay until the Chinese New Year, you must bring extra thick clothes. Last winter there, I wore three sweaters, two down jackets, and a military coat. It was still very cold. I also needed to bring sun protection, and I got very sun during the day Ultraviolet rays are very high. Others, hats, masks, gloves, I will tell you what I think. Also, because the radiation is very high, there may be headache symptoms, do n’t take it seriously, be sure to bring protective clothing to me I got my one in my office, and I won't use it this year. "

After sending, Meng Xintang folded his arms under his head and closed his eyes quietly. Up to now, he has gone from anger to calmness. In fact, he has rarely considered the cause and effect of the incident himself. But talking to Shen Shiyan today caused him to think and worry a lot.