The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

Weapons of mass destruction?

"It seems ... a little bit amazing."

Meng Xintang shook his head: "Just listening terribly."

"Not everyone can do this kind of work."

Shen Shiyan was picking her nails while talking to Meng Xintang. Meng Xintang looked down and watched him deftly flip his fingers to untie the tape. Starting from his thumb, he flattened the tape on the nails and folded them together. Finally, the other side was folded in half, and the glued sides were glued together, and the nails became a small group.

"Are you here for tea?"

"Well, but I don't know about tea. A friend's tea house, come here to tell the story."

Shen Shiyan laughed twice, frankly for him.

"The tea in this tea house is really good. If it were not for work, I would probably soak it every day."

He picked up the piano bag next to him, and found a small iron box from the small pocket in front, a red heart. With a crisp sound, the nails went into the small box.

He put the small box back in, and, like a treasure chest, he found a pair of round gold-rimmed glasses.

In Meng Xintang's somewhat surprised eyes, he put his glasses on the bridge of his nose. The crown above the head was very lush, and there was very little light leaking, but it happened to be a ray of light that turned into a golden light spot, slipped around his glasses frame, and stopped at the highest point of the circle.

Putting on the eyeglasses, Shen Yanyan was not dull. Meng Xintang never thought that he would use the term "juvenile" and "advanced" to describe a person at the same time.

It's wonderful and touching.

"Xintang! Well?"

Meng Xintang was about to speak, but was interrupted by this sudden intrusion. He turned around and saw Wei Qiming approaching him.

"Ah? You two know each other?"

"Just met," Meng Xintang heard something else from this, "how, do you know each other?"

Wei Qiming laughed happily: "Don't I just go out and chat with the grandpas? Is he always in a bunch of grandpas and will be cooked in one or two days. Well, now that you know each other, just sit together for a while and just eat It's lunch and I'll let them get some noodles. "

Meng Xintang was naturally very happy, and he replied twice.

Shen Shiyan didn't twist, and said generously, "Cheng, I will put the piano back home first, and then come back to you."

"Success."

Until the back of Shen Shiyan holding the piano disappeared in the corner, Meng Xintang still stared at that direction.

"Hey," Wei Qiming touched him, glanced, "What else are you looking at?"

Meng Xintang smiled and didn't speak.

Wei Qiming greeted him to go in, but Meng Xintang said, "Go first, I will smoke."

"Well, what do you think you are smoking so fiercely now, how many do you have today?"

Meng Xintang just pulled out the cigarette case. He opened the lid with his index finger and showed it to Wei Qiming: "It was opened yesterday."

Three are left.

Wei Qiming froze, and asked quite seriously, "Don't you die?"

"Can't help it." Meng Xintang put out a cigarette and lit the fire. He lifted his chin at Wei Qiming: "You go ahead, I'll finish it."

Wei Qiming snorted again: "You can smoke less, now I'm scared to see you smoking."

"Not so much." Meng Xintang sneered.

Anyway, I could not persuade him, Wei Qiming ignored him, and muttered a few words before turning around.

After Meng Xintang had drawn one, Shen Shiyan had not returned yet. He lifted the cigarette case, covered it, and repeated this action many times before spitting out another cigarette. I was so empty that there was only one cigarette case left and right, and Meng Xintang had to admit that he had indeed smoked fiercely recently.

The murderer couldn't do anything about it, he spit out his breath towards the height, and drank it in front of his eyes.

"I think you really like smoking." Shen Shiyan who came back, this is the first sentence.

Different from the random answer of Wei Qiming, Meng Xintang stopped this time and wiped his nose with a cigarette holder's hand, explaining, "I usually smoke when I am tired, and I can't stop when I get tired."

He handed out the cigarette case and asked, "Are you coming?"

Shen Shiyan put her hands in the pockets of her shorts, and smiled and shook her head: "I'm not keen on this."

Meng Xintang quickly extinguished the cigarette, and half of the cigarette was thrown into the trash can.

"Huh?" Shen Shiyan was strange, "Don't smoke?"

"Well, let's go."

After speaking, Meng Xintang stepped forward to Shen Shiyan, reached the door, raised his hand and opened the bamboo curtain to wait for him to enter.

In the lobby, Wei Qiming was still sitting there, and a young man stood beside him, listening to him setting the dishes.

The cold tea on the table has been removed, but maybe because the business is so good, the water has not been wiped off. Meng Xintang wanted to sit in that position by himself, but Shen Shiyan had already taken a step ahead of him and sat down. He was busy asking the little brother in the hall to bring a rag.

"What do you want?" Wei Qiming asked across the table.

"I don't choose, I can do it."

"Then come with tomatoes and eggs, and get some fried sauce."

Shen Shiyan suddenly interjected, "But you are a tea house, is it appropriate for us to eat here?"

Wei Qiming smiled awkwardly and sneered at the younger brother. The elder brother nodded his head, took a standing card from the counter, and poked it on the table.

"Exclusive for bosses and friends."

Shen Shiyan gave a crooked look, and immediately laughed and nodded: "Boss Wei is very good."

Meng Xintang has long been accustomed to Wei Qiming's nonsense, and has no time to ignore him. He asked Shen Shiyan, "What are the two words, Shiyan?"

Shen Shiyan looked at him sideways, smiled, and then stretched out a finger, dipped in the small pool of water sprinkled by Meng Xintang on the table. Shirun's fingers rose on the table, and the two words came out.

Know the eaves.

Makes people look dazed.

Meng Xintang only felt that this person had a different taste in every move. Even when the two words were lowered and his eyes were completed, he had his own painting.

third chapter

Meng Xintang recently came to the teahouse to report every day, and was more diligent than the boss Wei Qiming. Wei Qiming was wondering more and more, why this man suddenly became so idle, as if unemployed. It was not easy for him, and it took me several days to pry out some information from Meng Xintang's mouth.

"One senior has something going on, it is being processed, everyone is under review, and he will not be responsible for any research in the short term."

"Under review?"

Wei Qiming was shocked. He knew what Meng Xintang was studying, but did not expect such a thing to happen. He hesitated for a moment, leaning over and whispering, "What happened?"

Meng Xintang looked up, looked at his nervous look through his lenses, and looked down at the newspaper again.

"Sensitive incidents, don't talk about it."

After all, it involves confidentiality. Wei Qiming didn't want to be invited to drink tea, so he stopped asking questions, only chasing after the sentence, "Are you all right?"

Meng Xintang shook his head, picked up the scissors on the table, clicked, and dropped the first cut.

"I have been reviewed and I am waiting for the next arrangement."

"Yes," Wei Qiming retracted his shoulders and drank tea. "I don't understand anything else, you're fine." He tilted his head again, looked at the incredible thing in the other's hand, and flattened his mouth and asked. "Big brother, what time is it now, is it like my grandpa's hobby?"

Meng Xintang chuckled and gave him a glance: "Isn't it quick to call someone?"

"roll roll roll."

After reading today's newspaper, I pasted all the content I wanted to keep neatly on my newspaper clippings. Only then Meng Xintang breathed a sigh of relief and arranged the items on the table. He looked up at the sun outside, and after roughly estimating the time, he was about to leave. Wei Qiming left him for dinner, and Meng Xintang refused.