The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

Auspiciousness and love engraved lingering hope.

Shen Shiyan's fingers holding the paper just happened to be plated with dazzling light, as if the transparency had been adjusted, which was more beautiful than usual. Meng Xintang reached out and touched his slightly cold knuckles, leaned his head and said, "You are whiter than summer."

"It will be white in winter," said Shen Shiyan, laying the window covering on the table and starting to stack a sheet of paper.

"Still, my skin should be white," Meng Xintang stretched out his hand and looked at it. "I didn't think I would become white in winter."

Shen Shiyan smiled: "You're not black either. In fact, I used to think I was quite white. I didn't know what was really white until I saw Shen Xihui."

Meng Xintang listened and waited for two seconds before moving his eyes from his hand to Shen Shiyan's face. His eyebrows moved slightly, unable to tell what emotion he wanted to express, and then he raised his hand and touched his nose and said, "You seem to have exaggerated Shen Xihui many times."

Shen Shiyan had just picked up the scissors. When she heard this, she put it back on the table with amusement, squinting, and approached Meng Xintang's eyes.

"Don't you ... be jealous."

"It seems," Meng Xintang confessed, and felt that he was stingy and outrageous. "Very naive?"

"Very naive." Shen Shiyan nodded. "But this shows that you are in love. Rest assured, I am a very picky person who has an eye on the world and wants to spend New Year's Eve together, and you are the only one."

In this next window cut, Shen Shiyan cut it for half an hour. She always started to chat with Meng Xintang when she cut it. When she smiled again, she almost cut it in the wrong direction. It's about the New Year, and I'm overjoyed.

The New Year's Eve night seemed to come very fast on this day. Meng Xintang felt that the two had not spoken a few serious words, the sky was already dark, and the lights of thousands of houses had already been turned on. last moment. Meng Xintang likes to ask Shen Shiyan's opinions when cooking. For example, he asks how he wants to eat the ribs. He likes the parsley that is bigger and smaller, whether the potato shreds are spicy or not. The exceptions are "listening to you."

This way back and forth a few times, Meng Xintang finally put down the shovel and turned around: "Don't listen to me."

Shen Shiyan leaned aside and said with a chuckle, "But I have always adhered to the principle that people who do n’t cook are not qualified to ask for what to eat."

This made Meng Xintang digest for a while, because he never enjoyed this treatment. Every time I cooked for Meng Xinchu, the girl would have a series of requests and comments. He sighed with a smile, raised his chin slightly, looked at Shen Shiyan and shook his head, seriously refuting his words for maximum peace.

"I don't agree. I'm making it for you. Of course, it all depends on your preferences, and only you are eligible to ask for it."

After Shen Shiyan heard it, she didn't move anywhere, but she blinked and smiled deeper.

"Make the lamb scallions."

The menu has finally become hand-picked by Shen Shiyan, and in addition to his role as a jukebox, Shen Shiyan has found himself a job of serving dishes and errands. Usually Meng Xintang just put the dishes on the plate, Shen Shiyan immediately reached out and brought the steaming dishes to the table, being proactive and performing well. However, he inevitably had some miscalculations. For example, he just picked up a plate of eggplant and turned to take two steps. Then he was called out by Meng Xintang.

"Hey, come back and sprinkle with minced garlic."

When the dishes were finished, Shen Shiyan began to look for the remote control. He hardly watches TV at home, and the remote has long forgotten where he lost it. After finally finding the remote control hidden in the crevice of the sofa, turning on the TV, but there was no personal shadow for a long time. Meng Xintang stood behind him and watched the words on the TV. He couldn't help laughing: "I owe money."

"Hey, blame me," Shen Shiyan turned off the TV. "I also said that watching dinner late is more atmospheric."

Meng Xintang laughed twice and pulled the remote control from his hand and put it on the table: "There is also an atmosphere without looking, just right, seriously eating New Year's Eve."

Meng Xintang came tonight in accordance with the standard of a luxurious dinner. Shen Shiyan worked hard to buy the ingredients. Meng Xintang couldn't live up to it, so he always insisted on how much he ate and how much he made. dish.

"There are many dishes today. You should eat more." Meng Xintang poured wine to the two. "Are you thin again?"

"I'm obviously fat," said Shen Shiyan, and stretched his arms in front of Meng Xintang. "You squeeze."

"Really?" Meng Xintang laughed a few times, and stretched out his hands and squeezed Shen Shiyan's arm. "I don't feel, it means that the fat is not obvious. And I always think you should eat more."

Evaluation of Shen Shiyan's tongue: "Blind."

"No," Meng Xintang nodded in agreement.

After the two laughed, Meng Xintang raised his glass. But looking at each other, he suddenly lost his toast, the glass stopped in the bright lights, and the toaster reflected the person who was better than wine.

Shen Shiyan was waiting there silently, but Meng Xintang only looked at him with a smile. It must not be enough. Every time I look at Shen Shiyan across the wine table, Meng Xintang will feel particularly stunning. The temperament alone makes him want to get drunk with him, and dream about a white head.

In the end, the toast was spoken by Shen Shiyan. He held the glass and touched Meng Xintang.

"Quit the old and welcome the new. Thank you for this year and look forward to our next year."

Thank you for meeting us this year, and look forward to us going through the rest of our lives.

After a short pause, Shen Shiyan added another sentence.

"In the new year, peace goes smoothly."

After three rounds of drinking, Meng Xintang asked Shen Shiyan, and he couldn't remember the scene when he first came to drink. Shen Shiyan nodded and said remember.

"Not necessarily," Meng Xintang said, "you were drunk for a while. You were lying on the table at that time, and you thought that you were so cute."

Shen Shiyan couldn't help laughing: "Cute? I'm so old, this word doesn't make sense."

Meng Xintang shook his head and put the dialed shrimp on Shen Shiyan's plate.

"It's not about age, it's about heart."

Just like he saw him for the first time, he felt like he was an eternal youth.

After the two had finished their meals, they packed up and looked at their watches. It was still a while before the New Year's bell. Shen Shiyan tossed into the cabinet in front of the TV for a while, and found a stack of discs to ask Meng Xintang if he wanted to watch a movie.

"Okay."

"What do you want to see?"

Meng Xintang didn't know much about movies. Naturally, she let Shen Shiyan decide. Shen Shiyan picked up the two discs and looked at them. Finally, she raised the right-handed one towards Meng Xintang: "Look at this, this year's film," Beginagain. "

Meng Xintang naturally said yes. This time, Shen Shiyan personally cooked the food and set up a fruit plate. He asked Meng Xintang to move the coffee table aside with him, and threw a few cushions on the carpet.

"Why don't you sit on the couch and watch?"

Shen Shiyan said, "It's more comfortable to look at this way, and it feels more."

Pressing the play button, Shen Shiyan turned off the room lights. At the beginning of the movie, the heroine Greta plays a song of her own. When she took off the guitar and stepped down, Meng Xintang turned her head and looked at Shen Shiyan. He sat cross-legged, with a slight bow on his back, and the whole man was relaxed and focused.

After the whole movie came down, both of them watched quietly and nobody said a word. Until the most important song was performed for the last time, Greta turned away after tears, and Meng Xintang looked at Greta riding a bicycle smiling in the night, but still thinking, then standing under the stage How many moods does she have?

At the end of the movie, Shen Shiyan asked Meng Xintang how he felt.