The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

"How come," Shen Shiyan denied.

"Get up and go to sleep."

Shen Shiyan got up, but didn't go to the bedroom. He said "it's early" and reached the door.

The red lantern hung on the door eaves, and Shen Shiyan raised his hand and touched it: "The lanterns made by Lao Gu are so beautiful."

Moving forward, the two stood side by side in the yard. Today's moonlight is really bright. Standing in such a way, you can clearly see everything in the courtyard. Begonia flowers are sprinkled with real moonlight. Shen Shiyan narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "I give you Play a song. "

"Okay." Meng Xintang answered immediately.

Shen Shiyan returned to the house, and played the piano. He had just removed his nails from the piano bag, but was taken over by Meng Xintang.

"I come."

Shen Shiyan erupted for a moment and reached out his hand.

"How do I wear this?"

"The edge on the left side of the thumb is against the seam of the nails, and the other fingers can be worn straight." Then, he pushed Meng Xintang back to the fingernails on his little finger.

According to him, Meng Xintang quickly wrapped one and asked him carefully: "Is the elasticity of the tape OK?"

Shen Shiyan put her finger against the palm of the other hand and tried: "It can be tighter."

Meng Xintang nodded and understood.

Meng Xintang was serious and meticulous in doing all this. Shen Shiyan kept staring at his slightly lowered face. Meng Xintang did not look up, but smiled as he wrapped his index finger for him: "Why keep looking at me?"

The two stood at the door of the house, and the red light floating from the lantern was caged on Meng Xintang's body, adding tenderness and lingering for no reason. The tape affixed to the nails is reused, and the small corners of the edges are already weak and stick up. Meng Xintang put several fingers on the index finger of Shen Shiyan, and gently squeezed to smooth it.

Shen Shiyan's heart moved slightly, and she pinched her hands, so she held Meng Xintang's fingers.

Meng Xintang froze, then looked up at him.

"I think you look good."

Shen Shiyan laughed so much that her words were as sweet as tofu moon cakes tonight. Meng Xintang turned back and held him instead.

Today, Shen Shiyan played "Yueer Gao". When the song fell, a wind suddenly rose, and chuī caused the clouds to float in the sky.

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Chapter 24—Peace and Peace

Meng Xintang still slept in the room where he was before, and Shen Shiyan followed him in and said he would change a painting.

"What to change?"

Shen Shiyan pointed to the wall: "My mother's painting is one year old and it's time to change it."

Meng Xintang watched him open the cabinet on one side and revealed a wooden box. When he opened the lid, he saw many scrolls inside. Shen Shiyan fiddled twice and took out one of the rolls. Meng Xintang helped him pick the picture on the wall.

The newly hung picture shows a little child sitting in the courtyard with a cat lying on his knee.

"Is this when you were eleven?"

Shen Shiyan tied the removed painting and put it back into the cabinet gently.

"Um. Lao Gu's family raised a cat at the time, but they died later and they never raised it again."

Meng Xintang grabbed his eyes for contemplation. He guessed that Shen Shiyan's mother should paint a picture for Shen Shiyan every year until she died unexpectedly and died suddenly. He didn't know how many paintings were in the cabinet, but Shen Shiyan hung a ten-year-old painting at thirty and eleven-year-old at thirty-one, so maybe his mother was when he was twenty Dead?

"There are twenty paintings in total. If I maintain them well, I can hang them for three rounds."

Shen Shiyan said so, still a relaxed smile on her face, without any sadness. He soon said to Meng Xintang that he would go to bed earlier, and then turned to go out.

Meng Xintang held his wrists as he passed by, stopping him from leaving.

"Let's sleep together."

Meng Xintang didn't know how he said such abrupt words, just thinking about Shen Shiyan.

Late at night dreaming about youth affairs. Shen Shiyan suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, because she chased her mother too fast in a dream.

When he opened his eyes, there was chaos. It took about two or three seconds before he felt the people around him breathe gently. In fact, he hasn't dreamed about his mother for a long time. He glanced at the painting on the wall across the darkness, and there was emotion in his eyes that had not appeared before. It may be that he just pressed his shoulders and fell asleep, Shen Shiyan lifted the quilt, and planned to change his posture.

Meng Xintang, who seemed to be sleeping very lightly, woke up when Shen Shiyan turned over. The two covered a quilt. Meng Xintang saw his exposed back and pulled him up and asked him what was wrong.

"It's all right," Shen Shiyan said softly.

He turned his back to Meng Xintang and did not turn around.

"Does the shoulder hurt?" Meng Xintang's voice was a little dumb, and she couldn't wait for Shen Shiyan to answer, she already raised her hand to cover his shoulder, "Did you sleep?

"maybe."

Meng Xintang's strength is just right, not heavy or light, and soon, the original feeling of soreness has faded. Shen Shiyan touched her hand on her shoulder and said softly, "OK." Meng Xintang then put down his hand and quilted the quilt for him again. When he touched Shen Shiyan's neck, he noticed that there was some unabated sweat there.

The quilt they covered wasn't thick, and the weather was cold, so they shouldn't have sweated during sleep.

"Why sweat? Uncomfortable?"

Shen Shiyan shook her head and rubbed against the pillow, making a slight sound. He sighed, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows: "Sometimes, I still miss them."

Shen Shiyan never said that to anyone, not even Xu Yanwu. Maybe it was because I changed the painting today, and there was another caring person lying next to him, and he missed a lot.

Just now he dreamed that year he was still young, playful, and deliberately did not practice the piano well, but his mother frowned and copied the score. He lost his pen and refused to write, and his mother turned and walked away, saying, "I don't know the eaves, my mother is angry."

He panicked at the sight of his mother's departure, chasing after him and shouting, "Don't leave, I'll copy it!"

The sheet music copied that year was "Yueer Gao". My mother said that the tune is legendary Tang Xuanzong's "Fairy Dress". Nowadays people also perform dances based on this tune.

Shen Shiyan closed her eyes and let herself end this memory.

In the silence, Meng Xintang's arms crossed his waist, hugged him, and held his hand tightly.

"I know."

This is an intimate pose they have never had before.

The next morning, Shen Shiyan should not have slept well. When Meng Xintang got up at eight o'clock, he covered his head with a quilt and said that he would sleep again. Meng Xintang gently brought him the door of the house, washed it in the yard, took the key and went out.

Wei Qiming's tea house serves morning tea and opens at 7 o'clock every day to welcome guests. Boss Wei is not here today, but everyone in the hall already knew Meng Xintang and saw him enter. One of them immediately greeted and asked Mr. Meng what tea to drink.

Meng Xintang waved his hand: "Don't drink tea, do you have pens and ink and large sheets of rice paper here?"

As arty, there should be four treasures in the study.

Sure enough, the guy nodded: "Yes, please on the second floor, I'll get it for you."

The teahouse was still so lively, Meng Xintang followed the stairs upstairs with a groan, and entered an elegant compartment.

At half past nine, Shen Shiyan opened the quilt with sleepy eyes.

He opened the curtains and looked out. He did not see the figure of Meng Xintang, but the flowers that should be moved outside were listed in the yard, the doors and windows of the kitchen were open, and the sun was jumping on the window lattice.

Shen Shiyan yawned, walked to the table to get his glasses, and stopped when he just reached out—a stack of rice paper folded into rectangles was next to the glasses, and black ink could be seen.