The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

"Mr. Meng."

Meng Xintang turned around.

"Although it is tacky to say this, it may be a bit annoying, but I still have to say it." Zheng Weiwei's hand was in front of him, and smiled gently, "We Dr. Shen is really not easy, you must love He. Whitehead is always the best, and if you can't, don't let him down. "

"I will not disappoint him," Meng Xintang said quickly. He didn't know why Zheng Weiwei made this statement, but even if the word "disappointed" was preceded by a negative, he didn't want to use it to describe their feelings.

"Relax, I'll be best for him."

Until Meng Xintang went away, Zheng Yewei was still standing in front of the shop and watching. She didn't know how to describe the emotions at the moment, thinking of Shen Shiyan's expression when she took Meng Xintang into the shop in the morning, she suddenly wanted to cry.

After all these years, she can finally thank God for her return.

Meng Xintang came back with a solitary ribbon, all the way thinking that it seemed not right, maybe a fan of the authorities, he even set the thinking direction of the problem on Zheng Weiwei, always wondering what was wrong with Zheng Weiwei. Until he pushed open the courtyard door and was drowned by the unique fragrance.

There is no wrapping paper, the shape is somewhat like a bride's bouquet, but it will be more, the colors will be countless, but it will not be messy at all.

"The first time I gave you, it was also the first gift. I picked the most beautiful flower and gave it to you in four seasons. Mr. Meng please smile."

No one knows Làng more than Shen Shiyan.

The silver and white ribbon wrapped around the bouquet was blown by the wind and brushed the hand raised by Meng Xintang.

A bunch of flowers outweighed the mountains and lakes, and the sky was full of stars.

Chapter Twenty-two

With only a week to go to Mid-Autumn Festival, Meng Xintang hasn't figured out what gifts to Shen Shiyan. On this day, Meng Xinchu just came home to pick up things. Meng Xintang leaned on the door and watched her rummaging, chasing the tidy room little by little, and suddenly asked, "What's the gift for a birthday present?"

After speaking, I felt that the proposition was not clear enough, adding: "I like it."

Meng Xinchu held an ice lolly in her mouth. When she heard this, she gnashed her teeth. Her face was twisted into a ball, but she did not care about sorrow and distress. She bounced: "What do you like? people?"

"People I like," Meng Xintang said, "we were just together."

"I'm leaning!" Meng Xinchu called. "When does someone like you pop up? Why don't I know?"

Meng Xintang frowned, feeling that the word "jumping" was not very suitable for Shen Shiyan.

He was afraid that Meng Xinchu would be too surprised for a long time, and then immediately asked for any suggestions, thinking about at least temporarily getting the topic back on track.

"Ah, a birthday gift ... Of course it is for her. If she has any hobbies, of course it is related to her hobbies. If there are no hobbies, you can send a good set of skin care products, not pick people, or make-up. Something, like a dozen lipsticks, you put her in a small house with lipstick, she promises to like ... "

Do you like it? When Meng Xintang heard it, the first idea that came up was the piano, but he did n’t understand it. Even if he had money, he did n’t know where to buy it or what kind of thing to buy.

"Wait a minute," Meng Xinchu, who was already on the side, came back to her. She ran over and took Meng Xintang's arm and asked, "You haven't said who you are with, the picture? Let me see what my future sister-in-law looks like. . "

"Not a sister-in-law." Meng Xintang immediately corrected it very seriously.

Meng Xinchu would be wrong: "Is this not a matter of time? It's okay, brother, I originally said it would be lonely and sad for a while, you whispered a big event!"

Meng Xintang knew that there was no way to get any valuable advice from Meng Xinchu, and it was only the gossip that he could talk about. He pressed Meng Xinchu's head: "Look for yours."

Thinking about what Shen Shiyan still likes, when he turned around and went out, he suddenly remembered the sound of the opera when he brushed his teeth that morning.

Meng Xintang lived a week, entrusted two friends to help find components, borrowed factories, and finally got the birthday present two days before the Mid-Autumn Festival. He called Shen Shiyan and asked him if there were any arrangements for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Shen Shiyan said she was on duty until seven o'clock in the evening.

"Then I'll pick you up, and we'll spend the holiday together at night?" Meng Xintang touched something on the table, "I'll cook."

"OK," Shen Shiyan smiled.

The next day, Meng Xintang received a courier from the same city, and a key lay in the paper bag of the courier, and the sender, Shen Shiyan.

"If you are okay, you can prepare early," Shen Shiyan paused for a while on the phone, and then said, "you can go if you are normal."

Meng Xintang held the key and didn't know what to say. He was so ironed that he was comfortable until he finally sighed and said, "I have to lead your family to recognize him at any time."

Through the phone, he can imagine Shen Shiyan laughing.

On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Meng Xintang arrived at Shen Shiyan's house early. When he opened the door, he suddenly felt a wonderful feeling, as if it was not just an act of unlocking, but more like a ritual, which opened his second life.

The flowers in the courtyard were still blooming beautifully. According to the instructions of Shen Shiyan, Meng Xintang moved two pots of flowers to the flower room. He has already recognized a lot of flowers now, anyway, it is still early, he gān brittle pots and basins facing the flower name, studying the flower color. When he saw the begonia, he smiled unconsciously. It seems that the flowers of this yard belong to these pots of begonias.

It really is a begonia every year.

After taking care of all the ingredients that need to be prepared in advance, and using a small fire to boil a pot of catfish, Meng Xintang began to simply clean up the house and yard. Shen Shiyan's family had a house dedicated to playing the piano. When sweeping the floor, Meng Xintang opened the door, closed it gently after looking around, and did not enter.

The courtyard was also cleaned, and Meng Xintang looked at the time and extinguished the fire in the kitchen.

Rarely spent a full moon night, the streets show more warmth than usual. Meng Xintang came out early, so the car didn't drive fast. Missing mood suddenly flooded while waiting for the last red light, maybe because of seeing the hospital building, or just because of the pedestrians crossing the road ahead, carrying a box of moon cakes.

The car was parked opposite the hospital. Meng Xintang got out of the car and lit a cigarette. When he was about to finish smoking, he saw the figure of Shen Shiyan appeared on the opposite side.

Meng Xintang extinguished the smoke.

The road in front of the hospital is not spacious and there are many pedestrians coming and going, so the speed of passing cars is not fast. Meng Xintang saw Shen Shiyan smiled at himself, then looked around, bypassing a car that was almost stopped and crossing the road. The light of the headlights hit him, and the contrast between light and darkness was strong, just like the world in Meng Xintang's eyes.

"Did you wait long?"

Meng Xintang shook his head: "It's just a cigarette."

For the second time after establishing the relationship, there was no hug or kiss, but the two played a song after getting in the car. They both sighed. Today's moon is really big.

Shen Shiyan lowered the window, and the night breeze chuī caused his hair to flutter. In fact, there was no beauty, but Meng Xintang always wanted to see it.

I caught a little traffic jam and it was already half past seven when I got home. It took Meng Xintang half a hour to cook all the dishes and serve them. Shen Shiyan came in with a bottle of red wine and said to drink this at night.

"Don't drink Lao Gu today?"

"He asked me to bring it when I was at home, and I forgot. At this moment, his daughters and daughters are all there, as well as those of later generations. It ’s a rare family to come together, so I won't disturb them.

After Shen Shiyan finished speaking, she noticed that there was a birthday cake on the table. His sight seemed to be fixed there, and he couldn't believe what he saw.