The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

"Failed," Meng Xintang laughed. "If you fail, change to another plan and continue to do so, if you still approve it. We all think that this goal is achievable, but we have to find the correct solution, maybe It will take a while. The previous plan was actually promising, but it had to be replaced. We have already done a lot of preparations for the new plan. In short, we will work hard and hope to make it. "

"What if you can't do it?"

In fact, Shen Shiyan wanted to ask if in case of failure, it would bring any bad influence or trouble to Meng Xintang, but I did not expect that Meng Xintang sighed as he closed the suitcase.

"It can't be done ... That shows that this is not a matter of ability." Meng Xintang still smiled lightly. He stood up, flattened the hem of his shirt, and walked to Shen Shiyan. "Then I will I ca n’t control it. To put it bluntly, I spilled my blood and it was accepted by others later. I ca n’t do it. Someone can do it, so I ’ll set the stage. ”

After speaking, he wouldn't wait for Shen Shiyan to return to God from this sentence, he would already be hugged tightly. Meng Xintang buried his face around his neck and said quietly, "Relax, I will work hard and come back as soon as possible. Take good care of myself, I worry you are too tired."

Shen Shiyan hugged him back: "It seems like I should be worried."

Meng Xintang smiled, took the chin that had just emerged from the stubble, and scratched his neck.

The night after Meng Xintang left, Shen Shiyan was sitting at his desk doing today's newspaper clippings. The mobile phone prompted a sound and received a picture. From Meng Xintang, it is the Gobi Desert that is connected to the sky.

When Shen Shiyan saw the sky in the photo, she immediately thought of the phrase "Heiyun overwhelms the city." I do n’t know if it ’s the same as before, the sky in the photo looks extraordinarily low, and the dark clouds are extra thick, which directly gives a strong and deep feeling. Shen Shiyan has never been to such an environment and has never seen such a scenery. He held his cell phone and did not know how, there was a sense of pride in defending his country and defending his country, but what Meng Xintang did was nothing to do with him.

Shen Shiyan was amused by her own ideas, ran to the flower room and shot Meng Xintang's cyclist Zhang Gangkai.

In the days when Meng Xintang left, in fact, time passed faster and faster, and slower and slower. When Shen Shiyan should go to work, she emptied her body and went to work as hard as possible, and she should lie on g all day long after taking a break. In days and early summers, he was able to make a phone call with Meng Xintang and talk about the sky. After midsummer, Meng Xintang went into full closed control. For a long time, they could not get any contact. Sometimes Shen Shi's eaves panicked, and he would still send a few messages to Meng Xintang. There was no whisper, but only the gardenia and jasmine flowers that were newly opened in the yard. Video of a small cricket.

In the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, Shen Shiyan had some hindsight. He only remembered that it was autumn, but he didn't care which day it passed. It wasn't until Xu Yan brought him a pile of food and drinks and he saw the box of moon cakes he loved, only to find that it was already Mid-Autumn Festival.

Also, the flowers in the courtyard have already been opened again, and the sheet music in the house has no idea how many rounds have been played.

Neither he nor Xu Yanwu would cook, so he ran to the restaurant, and Xu Yanwu bought him a birthday cake and wished him a happy birthday. When the meal comes back, the round moon has hung in the sky. There were a few osmanthus flowers in the hutong, and you could smell the fragrance from a long distance. Shen Shiyan looked up and thought that today's scene really should be a full moon.

He walked to the door and was suddenly called. Shen Shiyan raised his glasses and saw the person squatting at the door.

"New beginning? Why are you here?"

Meng Xinchu jumped down the steps, stepped in front of him three steps and two steps, and raised a small bag in front of him: "Happy birthday, male god, am I not ordered to deliver something, wait for a long time, WeChat will not return. "

Shen Shiyanton felt sorry for the big Mid-Autumn Festival, letting the girl sit here all night.

"Sorry, the phone is dead."

"It's okay, this is what the auntie should do." Meng Xinchu hippie smiled and shoved the bag into his hand. "Well, my brother gave me a birthday gift. The box was bought for me by him. You ... see What? "

Meng Xinchu's final tone was a little strange. Shen Shiyan raised her eyes and looked at her suspiciously. He pulled out the small box inside and looked it in his hand for a long while before pulling out the ribbon. Just to open the lid, Meng Xinchu grabbed him.

"Ah," Meng Xinchu's expression became a little serious, "you don't hate my brother."

Shen Shiyan looked up funnyly: "How could it be."

There was a small glass bottle lying in the box, a leather strap wrapped around the bottleneck, and a five-star red flag on the bottle.

"You tell me, if you celebrate your birthday, he will send a can of sand! Is he doing research stupid?"

A jar of sand. Shen Shiyan has pondered for a long time, not sure whether the conjecture in his heart is correct, but has begun to look forward to it.

In the evening, the two talked on the phone for a long time.

"Received the gift?"

"Ok."

"It's a word short, and I'll fill it in later."

Shen Shiyan stood against the desk, raised the small bottle under the lamp, shook it, and watched the gravel and the lights fluttering.

"This sand ... what's the profound implication?"

"You open it and smell it and see what you smell."

"What is the taste?"

Shen Shiyan opened it, and put the small bottle under her nose, as if it had a little special taste.

"The first successful test of the smoke of gunpowder." Meng Xintang said over the phone.

Shen Shiyan suddenly stood up straight: "Success?"

"Well, so far." Meng Xintang's smile couldn't be hidden, "In fact, this gift has another meaning ..."

Even Shen Shiyan didn't realize that when Meng Xintang said this, his hand was constantly rubbing the small bottle, like a schoolboy waiting for the teacher to announce the score.

"what?"

"Soon, I will be back."

After releasing the phone call, Shen Shiyan met with his missing soldiers for the first time in a quiet night, and abandoned the armored troop to leave the moonlight alone.

When Meng Xintang came back, the autumn wind swept the leaves.

Shen Shiyan took a day off and slept drowsy all afternoon. After waking up, she touched a cigarette and put on a sweater coat to the yard. He made a pot of water and, while smoking the cigarette in a hurry, watered the two rows of flowers that had no more flowers.

Suddenly I felt that this evening was a bit too quiet and sorrowful, and Shen Shiyan picked up the radio and tuned to a music channel.

After watering, he squatted lazily on the steps, listening to the leaves on the ground rustling in the wind, circling, and fled to the corner in a hurry. Before she knew it, Wanxia had already appeared. Shen Shiyan raised her head with her eyes narrowed, and stared straight at the bright light of the sky. After a while, in the sky, he lit a second cigarette.

It was just when he took a breath that the courtyard door was suddenly opened. The sound of "squeak" twitched his eyelids, and he opened his eyes from the sky and cast his eyes on the door. The change of light makes his eyes not very clear, and only feels that the light and dark jiāo are wrong, as if he has seen the person who is still thinking about it.

With the effort of Shen Shiyan, Meng Xintang has come to his presence. He didn't bring his luggage and wore a black overcoat. Shen Shiyan looked up at the person who suddenly came from the sky to the front of his eyes. He was a bit dull and said something clever and precious.

"Yeah, come back."