The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

Around the round-table stone bench, there were several gray-haired old men sitting or standing. In addition, especially eye-catching, there was a young man holding a lute. He wore grey sports shorts and put on a white long t without any suit, but reflected two beautiful shades. A redwood pipa was erected in his arms. From the perspective of Meng Xintang, he had to be in silhouette.

The song traveled to the excitement, the youth's hands flicked fast, and the strings trembled into a ghost image.

It wasn't until the last note came down that the tunes that had gone back and forth a thousand times had disappeared, and Meng Xintang regained his awakening like a dream. It seemed that his chest was empty, and he heard a few applause before he felt that the heart in his chest was still beating.

The young man got up and handed the pipa in his arms to the girl standing next to him, and said, "The harp is a good harp, rest assured, you haven't lost money."

On his side, Meng Xintang could not even see the silhouette, but he could only see his straight back and straight shoulder line.

The girl said a few words to him, and she sat on the side with the piano in her hands, watching. The young man picked up another pipa from the stone table, and it looked more beautiful than that. He sat down again and plucked two strings. All kinds of folk music were also played, and they suddenly became lively, just like the theater where you sang me. A voice beside them sang two opera words to their tune.

Of course, Meng Xintang has never heard of it, and he has not listened to it. He is full of the person playing the lute.

In a while, Meng Xintang heard the man holding the pipa laughed twice and shouted at the old man who was standing in the middle of the opera and shouted, "Gu, you might as well sing another word."

Others talked about each other. You said and spoke a lot. In the end, I do n’t know who said, "Come on, come on, you two words."

I saw the young man tilt his head and put his left hand on the strings.

This time, the unique pipa sounded, and people not far away swung their heads, and sang two words in a beautiful theater.

This time Meng Xintang heard it clearly.

"Let him have three thousand horses, and don't send ordinary people, but only love me three pillows."

He smiled, his brows were free and easy.

All the enthusiasm came suddenly. It was obviously early summer, but Meng Xintang seemed to be struck by a stream of light.

Chapter Two Into the Eyes

In the past, if someone told Meng Xintang what he loved at first sight, he had to say "craps."

Today's play is about to come to an end. The group of gray-haired people joked about for a while, and then scrambled with a small bench and a large coat. The young man didn't move. He rested his head on the lute and sat with his legs extended, looking at the laziness.

An uncle came in the distance, and the walnut in his hand turned quite slippery. He heard him shouting, "Yo, Xiao Shen is not at work today?"

"The big night last night, it is still today."

"Two days in a row?"

"Changing with someone."

Listening to his voice and watching him leaning against the silhouette of Pipa, Meng Xintang eagerly wanted to know what kind of person he was.

He took two steps forward and got closer to him. The brick paved ground was not stable, and he stepped on a large stone without paying any attention. Fortunately, I walked slowly, but I did not shake my figure. Meng Xintang bowed his head and kicked the stone under the wall.

It was about Shizi's hustle and bustle that caught the youth's attention. He suddenly turned back and looked at Meng Xintang. Unsuspectingly, there was the first look.

Meng Xintang has always wanted to see his appearance, but people really turned his head at this moment, but when he looked at it, he lost his focus again--at first glance, it was his hair. Because Pipa was holding his forehead in the process of turning his head, at this moment his forehead was shattered, and he was lying on his back irregularly. Then Meng Xintang discovered that the hair of the youth was half gān. Maybe it's the night shift and I just went home and took a bath?

In fact, as a whole, he was quite mature and stable, but when he looked at himself, Meng Xintang was attacked by a teenager who couldn't cover him, I wonder if it was related to the half gān's hair.

Like the English gentleman in the film, the youth smiled slightly at him and nodded.

Meng Xintang gave the same reply.

He stepped up again, this time standing on his side.

Probably he didn't expect him to come. The young man's eyes seemed to flash a surprise, but it disappeared quickly. He stood up politely, still holding the piano.

"Sorry, take the liberty to bother," Meng Xintang nodded at him with a smile, "I just heard the song you played, I think it's really nice."

This is the first time Meng Xintang has talked to people in this way. After that, he himself felt awkward and boring, terribly bad.

Fortunately, the person in front of him was very calm. He didn't have any unusual expression. He just straightened up, bent the corners of his lips, and said, "Thank you."

The conversation stopped here, Meng Xintang raised his hand, pushed the metal glasses frame, and began to lie without blinking: "Yes, my sister has been thinking about learning pipa, I just thought you were professional Teacher, I also want to ask if you can accept students. "

The youth tilted his head slightly, with a playful smile in his eyes, as if he had heard something interesting and worth thinking about.

"Just thought? What now? Think I'm unprofessional?"

Not a serious person.

Hearing this slight joke, Meng Xintang smiled even wider, revealing his white teeth.

"Of course not, but haven't you just said it's a big night?" He looked down and fell on the youth's excessively good-looking hands. "So I guess you may be a doctor."

Maybe it's surgical.

This time the young man laughed, and arched his arms carefully on the stone table. He shook his head and laughed: "You are very smart."

An uncle on the side picked up the erhu and greeted the youth: "Don't go, I'll go first."

"Hey," the young man turned back, beckoning at him, "you go first."

Only two of them were left under the tree this time.

Face to face for so long, Meng Xintang has just been distracted and pay attention to the face of the person in front of him.

It's not a stunning look, but gāngān is clean, with sharp edges and corners, looks comfortable, and wants to approach.

"I am indeed a doctor. Pipa is just a hobby. Thank you."

After a moment of hesitation, Meng Xintang pursed his lips and finally said honestly, "I like it very much."

The young man looked up and glanced at him. This time was not short, making Meng Xintang feel that this person had seen him through.

"I don't know what to call it yet," said the young man with a smile.

Then Meng Xintang remembered that he hadn't introduced himself yet, knowing that he was rude, he was a little embarrassed, and laughed like a self-deprecating laughter: "You see me, I forgot to report my own home. My name is Meng Xintang, old and new , Temple hall, if you don't mind, I hope to make friends with you. "

Meng Xintang held out his hand and stared at the youth.

The young man just reached out, but immediately changed course.

"Hey, forget, I still wear my nails, sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Meng Xintang glanced, his hands in the air didn't move, "My honor."

The young man held him with a smile.

Meng Xintang felt a little different touch, and it was a plaster wrapped around his nails. The adhesive tape is close to skin tone and looks similar to medical adhesive tape. He met for the first time and didn't hold back two more glances when the youth retracted his hand.

"Shen Shiyan, doctor of Thoracic Surgery, First Hospital."

The same is self-introduction, but more detailed than him. Meng Xintang thought about it and added: "I'm an engineer, what I do ..."

The next exit word made Shen Shiyan frown.