The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

After a while, the phone vibrated, and Jiang Yanxiao responded.

"All remembered, uncle rest assured."

There is a smiley face on the back, a bit like Jiang Yanxiao, who is usually heartless.

Meng Xintang wanted to knock on two more words, but felt unable to speak. He doesn't like preaching, because he feels that the reasoning that one understands is not something that can be learned from preaching. Moreover, everyone is different in the life they are living and the life they want to live, and he does not want to add his own ideas to others. For Jiang Yanxiao, who has not experienced anything sophisticated, her growth and experience, as well as the establishment of various "views", require her to come by himself. He can give her at least a few words of guidance and the help she needs.

In the end, Meng Xintang only returned a "good" word, saying that he would always find him if something happened.

Exiting the chat box, he brushed the circle of friends. Meng Xintang ’s own circle of friends is blank, and he does n’t often see what other people send, but if one day happens to be empty, he glances at it.

Today, I do n’t know if it was because I drank a little wine. He was lying on the g of Shen Shiyan ’s house. After a blank brain, he edited the first circle of friends.

"In 2001, a foreign professor invited seniors to go abroad for civilian use. When the seniors refused, they said," Science has no borders, but scientists have the motherland. ""

It's not to stretch something or shout anything, but if you don't tell what you believe, one day, everyone will forget it. If he were to say something bigger, he didn't want to chill Chichi.

He quickly gained some praise, and one of his mentors also commented. The main idea is that everyone is still working overtime, and let him come back to help them quickly.

In the middle of the night, Meng Xintang awakened after hearing a whisper of silence. He opened his eyes halfway, calmed himself in the darkness, heard the sound of something unfolding, and the sound of rain.

Is it raining? Should it be the last summer rain or the first autumn rain?

Lifting the quilt, he dropped g, and raised the drapery curtains by the window.

This room of Meng Xintang is facing the kitchen on the side. At first glance, it is a wall lamp with old and faint lights, as weak as the light from the ancient times.

It was indeed raining, and the rain curtain cut the field of vision into tiny edges. Stitched together, showing a personal figure, wearing white t-shirts and black shorts, poured by rain, and moving the support of the shelter.

Then Meng Xintang noticed the flowers hit by the rain.

He quickly turned and went out.

Chapter Fourteen

Qiuyu fell into the night, and was shocked by the fragrance of the courtyard, and the two pots of blooming yalaixiang were pecked by the rain.

"Yailaixiang is drought and barren resistant, but not waterlogged or cold resistant. It can be kept outdoors in summer and poured more water. When it is autumn, it will be cold and it will be moved to the house. Just keep it moist, don't water it. "

"So what counts as autumn? What counts as cold?"

"After your birthday, after your birthday, move to the house."

Shen Shiyan put aside the support in her hand and picked up the two pots of flowers and rushed to the side room.

"Know the eaves."

As soon as I lowered the pot, I heard a call. He turned back and saw Meng Xintang standing at the door.

"Are you awake?" Then, Shen Shiyan didn't stop at his feet. He quickly passed Meng Xintang and stepped back into the rain. "I forgot that it might rain today and the flowers didn't move."

Shen Shiyan was already shattered, and the thin pajamas were locked by the rain, and her hair was stuck on her forehead, leading the rain to flow down.

"No, I heard the rain." Meng Xintang said

Shen Shiyan was spreading out the flower shed on the other side, holding the metal pole with both hands, helping her with her shoulders.

"I come."

When Shen Shiyan didn't notice him, Meng Xintang had already joined hands. In terms of body shape, Shen Shiyan is a little shorter and thinner than Meng Xintang, so with the helper of Meng Xintang, Shen Shiyan did not exert much effort on her own, so she raised her head.

The next rain-prevention movement went smoothly. The two did not even have a dialogue. Where Shen Shiyan's hand was placed, Meng Xintang naturally knew where his hand should be held. He carefully avoided the flowers under his feet. , To the other side of the yard.

After setting up the supports on both sides of the yard, Shen Shiyan turned around in the flowers again, and moved a pot of flowers into the house.

"Do you want to move this basin?" Meng Xintang immediately pointed at the same question.

"Well, trouble you."

It's time to finish it. The settlement should be good, and Meng Xintang's body is almost the same. He stood in the flower room, tapping the water, watching the same sh dripping Shen Shiyan patiently squatting on the ground to check the amount of water in each pot.

"It's okay, it's not rainy, and it's fine without watering tomorrow." Shen Shiyan muttered quietly, raising his hands and rubbing his shoulders without any awareness.

I was a little anxious just now. I didn't use the right posture, and seemed to be tired again.

Shen Shiyan squatted in front of Meng Xintang less than half her arms. With a slight raise of her hand, Meng Xintang could press his shoulder.

Only the eyelids moved slightly, and the hands did not move.

"Go and take a bath," Shen Shiyan suddenly got up and pointed back at him. "It's all **** now, and it's cold now, and it's easy to catch a cold."

But Meng Xintang was stunned, he took in the aroma that slipped in his nose, and said without answer, "Why is it so fragrant on your body?"

When he was squatting just now, he didn't feel that this movement, like the fragrance on his body, followed.

Shen Shiyan raised her arm and smelled it, but did not smell it. He looked around and pointed to the two pots of Yelaixiang: "It is probably because they ran two steps when they first moved them, and the fragrance followed them."

A shower of rain seemed to wake up Shen Shiyan's wine. He remembered that he was drunk and had not even found toiletries for Meng Xintang. He even laughed and said that he was a little dizzy. He pushed Meng Xintang to go out. The flower room had an umbrella, but it was all **** anyway, and it was not worth playing. The two gān crumbled and trot into the house.

Shen Shiyan said that Meng Xintang was allowed to wash first, but Meng Xintang was thinking of Shen Shiyan's shoulders, fearing that he would be hurt by the cold, so he said that he would make a **** tea first. He would go out anyway in the kitchen. Wash again.

Shen Shiyan found another suit for him, and when he came out of the bath, he saw that Shen Shiyan was rummaging in the closet with her hair. He wiped his hair twice, put a towel around his neck, and poured Shen Shiyan a cup of **** tea.

"What are you looking for? Let's drink this first so as not to get really cold."

"Looking for the plaster, I remember there are two more," Shen Shiyan heard his voice turning back and looked at Meng Xintang. This look is a bit indifferent.

Meng Xintang wore a sportswear he had bought earlier, a white top, and gray trousers with white bars. It was obviously such a casual body, but he looked particularly upright in Meng Xintang. And this is very different from Meng Xintang's usual style of dressing. Shen Shiyan looks fresh, and also feels that Meng Xintang is a lot younger now.

Meng Xintang saw that he didn't move, took the cup directly to him, handed it to him, and then frowned with some anxiety and asked: "Are you looking for plaster gān? Is your shoulder still hurting?"

"It just hurt."

Speaking, Shen Shiyan drank **** tea, pulled out a large bag from the cabinet, drew it out on the table, and finally found it in a small white plastic bag, turning over the remaining two stickers.

Shen Shiyan's fingers were behind his shoulders, he could not see himself, so he entered the back room and stood in front of the dressing mirror. Meng Xintang also followed in.

He put the towel on a hanger, walked to Shen Shiyan and said, "I help you."

Shen Shiyan just pulled the collar in front of the mirror, and immediately stopped when she heard this. The collar of this pajama is a bit small, I'm afraid it has to be undressed.