The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

Shen Shiyan stretched her waist and lit a cigarette in the yard. He turned on the radio, squinted on the ground squinting, and stared at the tip of the bare tree branch outside the courtyard wall.

The cell phone in the room suddenly rang, and Shen Shiyan froze. When he got up, he hurriedly disrupted a smoke ring that had just risen into the air.

"What in gān?"

Meng Xintang's voice sounded a bit dumb, and Shen Shiyan turned her head to the side: "Don't you feel tired?"

"Overtime work."

Meng Xintang said hurriedly, Shen Shiyan went to the yard again, and sat down on the steps. After talking on the phone for a while, he found out that the smoke in his fingertips had disappeared. He gave a slight sigh, and when Meng Xintang at the other end heard it, he asked what was wrong.

"I used to light a cigarette, and forgot to talk to you, it was gone."

Meng Xintang smiled: "No more clicks."

Shen Shiyan said, "Do not smoke a second time."

"Why not order a second time?" Meng Xintang thought there was something he didn't know about, but thought about it, Shen Shiyan didn't seem to be a person who would abide by those "old-life sayings."

"I am like this. You see, smoking is for a certain mood. If the cigarette is burned out, it means that the mood has changed," Shen Shiyan smiled. "Since the mood has changed, there is nothing more to order It's necessary. "

There Meng Xintang thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and dialed the unsmelted snow on the windowsill. He plucked a handful of them, so small, that they could hardly be found on the ground.

"It seems to make sense."

Shen Shiyan chuckled and said he was persuasive.

"That cigarette, why is it emotional?" Meng Xintang saw a young couple in the courtyard cuddling past the wide parking lot. "Today is only Tuesday, so this week's share of this week Smoked? "

There was a moment of silence in the earpiece, followed by a low laugh and a few words floating on the smile.

"I miss you."

Suddenly, the snow on the windowsill was swept away, and they fell to the ground with a grey face, but they were vivid again.

Suddenly there was no sound on either side, and the receiver was silent for a while before a soft call from Meng Xintang was heard.

"Know the eaves."

Meng Xintang held the phone tightly in his hand: "On the evening of the 29th, there will be a New Year party in the courtyard. Would you like to come and see?"

"Can I go to your hospital?" Shen Shiyan asked immediately.

"Yes, the party is for the employees and their families." Meng Xintang paused for a while, and unconsciously made his voice very soft, even listening carefully, with a little sigh.

"Come on, I want to see you."

So after lunch on the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, Shen Shiyan began to prepare at home for today. He slipped the clothes in the closet and finally held the pink shirt against his chest.

I did n’t have the chance to wear the last mountain climbing date, or this time ... Shen Shiyan looked at herself in the mirror, and was excited by the smile. In the end, he removed the hanger and put the pink and tender clothes on his body.

Before leaving, he received a call from Meng Xintang.

"Remember to bring your ID card, and you need to use the toll gate for the entrance."

"Where should I do it? The communication room?"

Meng Xintang said "um", and then quickly said, "I will wait for you at the door, and I will help you."

"Oh," Shen Shiyan opened the wallet and looked at it, confirming that his ID was on his body. "Others, is there anything else to pay attention to? I haven't been to such a serious place."

"Nothing serious," Meng Xintang smiled. "Oh, you can't take pictures in and around the courtyard, but this one is not useful for you. You don't seem to take much pictures."

Although Shen Shiyan could drive, she was too lazy to drive, so she never bought a car. He went out and hit the car. After telling the driver the location, the driver gave him a glance: "Where are you working?"

"No," said Shen Shiyan with a smile, "go and find a friend."

As soon as this word came out, Shen Shiyan suddenly developed a strange feeling that was a long time away, which was a throbbing only when he was seventeen or eighteen years old—want to see him, to see him.

This is probably the farthest rental car Shen Shiyan has ever hit. When paying, he has the illusion that he has a lot of money around him and has a wealth of money. While looking at the invoice, she was patted on the shoulder, Shen Shiyan turned her head, and almost hit Meng Xintang's nose.

"Scared me," Shen Shiyan laughed, covering her chest with one hand, "Where did you hide it?"

Meng Xintang pointed not far away: "I thought you would come over there, but I didn't expect the driver to go this way ..."

Talking, Meng Xintang stopped suddenly. He raised one hand and touched the collar of the shirt exposed by Shen Shiyan: "You wore this one?"

Shen Shiyan lowered her head, looked at herself, and raised herself again, asking, "Don't you look good?"

"Good-looking." Meng Xintang took Shen Shiyan's hand, "I will take a closer look later."

Two people entered the transmission room, and the people inside greeted Meng Xintang. Meng Xintang took the form handed out from the window, picked up the pen next to him and started to fill it, but was stopped by Shen Shiyan.

"Hey, I'll do it myself." He smiled and drew the pen in Meng Xintang's hand. "For the first time, it must be a little ceremonial."

The front fills in smoothly, and when "relationship with the audience", Shen Shiyan moved his nib and lowered his head softly and asked how to fill in this column.

"Cooperation."

"Love."

The two answers sounded almost at the same time, Shen Shiyan erupted, looked up at Meng Xintang, and blinked at him with some dull eyes.

Without explanation, Meng Xintang directly took the pen in Shen Shiyan's hand and wrote those two words in the form. He didn't even use the regular script typeface he used to write, but instead used regular letters.

Shen Shiyan looked at the form being pushed back, and she was a little dazzling.

"Just sign it below."

Hearing the reminder, Shen Shiyan returned to God and signed his name in the lower left corner. He gave the completed form together with the ID card to the person in the window, and the person stamped a stamp and handed the form back to him.

"Ms. Meng will sign later. Give me this note when I come out, and then take my ID card."

"Then I'll sign it now, I have to find a pen later."

Meng Xintang's name is to be signed in the lower right corner, and the name closest to them is the word "lover".

Shen Shiyan looked at the completion of Meng Xintang's name. There was a moment of extreme confusion, as if the two of them signed, not just a pass. It's the rest of the life.

Sure enough, Acacia hurts people, imagination comes to mind.

The pass was shown to the armed police station guard, entered the courtyard, Shen Shiyan was still studying the two words.

"Why keep watching?"

Shen Shiyan pointed and narrowed her eyes and asked, "Will you have any problems writing this way?"

Meng Xintang asked: "What's the problem?"

"Gossip, if someone knows it, it may not impress you."

"It's okay," Meng Xintang shook his head slightly. "They won't fire me, and I can't find anyone to do my job at the moment. As for gossip, I never listen.

Shen Shiyan laughed: "You're ... you're proud?"

"No, it's crazy about love."

Shen Shiyan's gaze immediately turned to him, and then she lowered her voice and laughed.

At this moment there were not many people in the yard. Meng Xintang suddenly pulled Shen Shiyan's arm and stopped. He pulled out a badge from his pocket and put it on Shen Shiyan. Shen Shiyan pinched it and read: "2015 New Year's Party Relative Card."