The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

Ears were itchy, and before Shen Shiyan had time to lift his head, Meng Xintang's voice had rubbed into his ear socket.

"Finally waiting for you, you don't know, how much I miss you."

When his voice fell, Shen Shiyan's eyelashes shook twice, and he looked up and looked back at Meng Xintang again.

Because of the cold weather, his skin appeared over-white, which also made him look a little colder. By contrast, his strong eyes are his eyes, bright and warm. Meng Xintang seemed to see an entire universe and indulged in it.

For a long time, he sighed and put his hand on Shen Shiyan's shoulder.

"If it wasn't for a low profile, I really wanted to kiss you here."

Shen Shiyan immediately shook her shoulder and laughed, her love words became more and more straightforward. Meng Xintang shook his cold hand in his hand and said, "It's not love, it's just heart."

Chapter 30—Homely

The auditorium for the New Year's party is not big, but it is very lively. The venue is warmly arranged, not like a serious performance party, but more like a family fun party. Shen Shiyan looked around and found that the people around him seemed younger than he thought.

Meng Xintang helped him take off his coat and took away the air conditioner. Shen Shiyan turned her head and saw that Meng Xintang had put his coat on his arm, smiling, and gazed at his upper body.

Shen Shiyan looked down at herself: "Good-looking?"

Meng Xintang leaned slightly and rubbed his forehead while rubbing: "Very."

Shen Shiyan was about to tease, but glimpsed the two figures. They were Jiang Yanxiao who had not seen him for a long time, and Shen Xihui. Jiang Yan's small hairstyle and expression did not change much, except for his skin color, which was darkened for more than a few degrees.

"Are you back along Xiao?"

Meng Xintang nodded, followed his gaze and looked at it. When he saw Shen Xihui, he stunned and said "um" slowly in a half-beat.

Jiang Yan Xiaozheng was chatting with a girl over there. I didn't know what the girl said. Jiang Yan Xiao frowned and pulled Shen Xihui's hand next to him. The girl pointed at the wrists of both of them and covered her mouth with a smile.

Shen Shiyan looked up and whispered in Meng Xintang's ear: "Be black and white."

Shen Xihui is really white. Under this incandescent light, the exposed skin is as white as reflective.

Jiang Yan slumped and looked at his arm, and looked at Shen Xihui blankly. The expression on Shen Xihui's face did not change, but he took a step forward, touched Jiang Yan's small head, and whispered something.

"The two of them ... are in love?" Meng Xintang, who had been silently watching, suddenly made a voice, with doubt in his tone and incredible.

Shen Shiyan nodded: "Obviously."

He saw Meng Xintang frown slowly, and asked strangely, "What? Do you disagree?"

"Huh?" Meng Xintang seemed to be stunned just now and didn't listen to Shen Shiyan's words.

"I said, I think Shen Xihui is good and reliable. You don't have to worry too much."

"No worries," Meng Xintang shook his head and explained, "I was just thinking that along the way into the field for so long, they have never met each other, how they are together."

Shen Shi's eaves froze, and soon, he looked down and laughed. Meng Xintang turned his gaze and looked at him inquiringly. Shen Shiyan sucked her nose and looked up and said, "Love is here, time and space are not a problem."

Shen Shiyan's face was right in front of her. Meng Xintang agreed with Shen Shiyan's words, but was not satisfied with some of the words. Because he found at this moment that distance is very pulling people-people laugh in dreams and people laugh in front of them, it feels very different. One is the thought of illness, the other is ecstatic.

The performance will soon begin. Meng Xintang led Shen Shiyan to the third row. Shen Shiyan whispered, "Did you not have a show?"

Meng Xintang shook his head and smiled: "All of them said, I really don't have an artistic cell, I even tune out of singing."

On the table in front of them were two bottles of water. Meng Xintang reached for one of them, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it to Shen Shiyan.

"I think you have a lot of artistic cells," Shen Shiyan took a sip of water, adding, "and it's the style of everybody.

Meng Xintang couldn't help hearing this compliment, Shen Shiyan saw him smile with his head down, thinking he didn't believe what he said.

"Really, sometimes I even think that when you stand there, it is already a work of art. What you say and your thoughts are also works of art."

Meng Xintang couldn't stop laughing this time, and even a little proud was born, he held Shen Shiyan's hand in the light that started to dim and put it on his leg.

"Thanks to Mr. Shen for his love."

Shen Shiyan flipped her wrists and held him back calmly, and the two turned into fingers crossed.

"You're welcome, Mr. Meng deserves it."

When the lobby was completely dark, Meng Xintang suddenly thought of something that he had forgotten to say. He moved closer to Shen Shiyan, reminding him in a low voice: "Yes, I forgot to tell you, you should see my mother later."

He felt that Shen Shiyan held his hand tightly, looked down at the hands of the two, and then looked up, facing the eyes of Shen Shiyan who were flowing with light.

"Your mother?" Shen Shiyan's lips clenched tightly. It took a while before her mouth moved. "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"tension?"

Meng Xintang asked like this, but his eyes did not leave Shen Shiyan's eyes.

"Tense," Shen Shiyan suddenly pursed her mouth. "I didn't know to wear this one if I knew it. It should be more formal. You should ..."

You should tell me earlier.

Without saying this, he was cut off by a long kiss. And the epilogue of the words has not disappeared, Meng Xintang has taken the initiative to leave Shen Shiyan's lips.

"Don't worry, I have already done the work I have done, and I have said what I have to say. You just need to show her how good you are ..."

Meng Xintang stopped suddenly, and Shen Shiyan looked at him motionlessly.

"After all, I can't describe this."

Shen Shiyan did not expect that the firepower of Meng Xintang's love words had been so fierce that he cried and touched his lips: "What have you learned recently?"

Meng Xintang squeezed his hand for a moment: "No need to learn.

"Then you are talented."

Although Meng Xintang has tried his best to make Shen Shiyan relaxed, when watching the party, Shen Shiyan always thought about the need to meet his parents at the party. Just after the show was over, Shen Shiyan's thoughts fluctuated again. He changed his posture and touched Meng Xintang with his elbow.

"Is your mother here?"

Meng Xintang looked forward and shook his head.

"She told me that there was work to do, so come later."

Shen Shiyan breathed a sigh of relief, loosened her shoulders, and slid down a little along the back of the chair. Meng Xintang looked novel, bending his lips and asking, "Are you really nervous?"

Shen Shiyan looked at him silently for a while, pulled his palm, and put it on his chest.

"Testimony from heaven, this is the first time I have seen my parents."

Meng Xintang smiled and leaned on Shen Shiyan's shoulder.

Meng Xintang's mother was late until the end. As soon as she entered through the side door, Meng Xintang noticed. He motioned to Shen Shiyan, who looked up in a hurry.

Meng Xintang's mother looked similar to him, but she seemed to be more easy-going. He saw her stooping past two people, instead of going to the middle of the etiquette, but sitting in an empty seat on the side of the first row. Many people nodded to her and greeted her with smiles.