The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

"I want to come over at the beginning and go back and cook for her."

Meng Xintang took the good things and walked out. He went downstairs and glanced involuntarily at the side door. The meal was very enjoyable that day, but he hasn't met Shen Shiyan again for so many days.

Changing his hand to the newspaper, he raised his leg and walked towards the side door. I didn't have much hope, but I was just trying to try my luck, but it was probably a destiny. It should have happened, and opened the curtain. Meng Xintang actually saw him.

No one was singing outside this time, and Shen Shiyan was squatting alone in the narrow yīn of the wall with a cigarette in his hand. He squinted his eyes, his eyes floating on the brick eaves in the distance, his clothes were a little wrinkled, and people were not very godlike.

Meng Xintang immediately called him, and Shen Shiyan turned his head and looked at him against the light. He walked towards him.

"Did you just get off work?"

"Well," Shen Shiyan smiled, his index finger moved slightly, and he played soot.

"You look tired."

As he got closer, the tiredness on his face became more apparent, with red blood on his eyes, dark circles under his eyes, as well as a faint blue mark on his mouth, which was the root of his beard. The cigarette in his hand was delivered to his mouth, and his lips dangled on the butt, causing the cigarette to tremble slightly.

"Last night, two patients were in a bad condition, and a car accident was sent to them in the middle of the night, and they didn't rest for a night."

Probably really tired, when Shen Shiyan didn't even stand up while talking to him, he just held his head up and looked at him with some effort. So Meng Xintang squatted beside him, the two big men were side by side, and the scene was a little funny and cute.

"Then go home and sleep, rest."

Shen Shiyan nodded, and raised the cigarette in his hand with a smile: "Come back after you smoke."

Meng Xintang looked down and looked at his fingertips.

The hand is still that hand, but the second time he met, Shen Shiyan felt a little different.

"I thought ... you don't smoke."

Shen Shiyan looked for a moment, remembered something, and then laughed twice.

"Can't say that you don't smoke at all, it's more restrained and healthier," the cigarette holder's hand stretched a finger, and the cigarette butts were shaking when shaking in the air, "I only smoke one a month."

Meng Xintang raised an eyebrow and repeated it with some incredulity: "One for a month?"

"Um." Shen Shiyan took another breath, tilted her head, and blew smoke on the other side. Turning his head again, he glanced at what was in Meng Xintang's hand.

A book, a stack of missing newspapers, a pair of scissors and a glue stick.

Curiously, he crooked his neck and ran his head to Meng Xintang, asking, "What is this?"

Meng Xintang glanced into his hand: "Oh, clippings."

He handed the book to Shen Shiyan and explained with a smile: "Ancient hobby."

Shen Shiyan seemed to be very interested, and immediately asked if she could take a look. After receiving the answer, he changed to sandwich the cigarette with the ring finger and little finger, and then took the book and put it on his lap, carefully looking at the corner of the page. Meng Xintang saw his little movement in his eyes, and couldn't help moving his gaze to his serious face.

For Meng Xintang's newspaper clippings, the head of each page has time, and the name of the newspaper. There will also be detailed comments or opinions below the newspaper. Shen Shiyan read two pages and found it very interesting.

"Few people do this now, is it your habit?"

"Well, since high school, it was my father's request at first, and it has been maintained since then."

Looking at the day that never ends, and those words with unique ideas, Shen Shiyan suddenly realized that Meng Xintang was probably better than he thought.

Seeing Shen Shiyan seemed to like it, Meng Xintang proposed: "If you like, you can take it to see."

Shen Shiyan listened, immediately raised his head, and shook his head to refuse: "I see you do it every day, I can't do it if I take it away."

"Don't worry," Meng Xintang flipped two pages, pointing at the date bar, and said, "Look, these days are together."

"Forget it," Shen Shiyan studied the research, but still shook his head. "So, if you don't mind, you can show me the previous newspaper clippings."

Meng Xintang should come down and think about bringing him over next time. If he can't meet him, put it in Wei Qiming first.

A cigarette burned out quickly, Shen Shiyan extinguished the smoke, got up and threw it into the trash.

"Are you going back?"

Shen Shiyan said "um", accompanied by a nasal sound. But he didn't move when he promised, Meng Xintang raised his eyebrows, suddenly put his hand in his pocket, and stood there silently.

"Don't go?" Meng Xintang was a little strange.

Shen Shiyan coughed slightly, trying to smile.

"Legs."

When Shen Shiyan said this, her face was not half uncomfortable and embarrassed, but she kept laughing, frankly.

Meng Xintang laughed and laughed at him. He walked over and looked at his bent eyes and asked, "How long have you been squatting?"

Obviously, the effort of a cigarette is not too numb to lose its way.

Shen Shiyan looked up at the watch on her wrist, tilted her head, and seemed to be thinking.

"Like ... for half an hour?"

"It's hard for you," Meng Xintang laughed lowly, "I help you?"

Shen Shiyan waved his hand: "No need, just stand a while."

Can't go, the two went on to stand, the sun was a little stronger.

"Oh yes, when you ate that day, you said you would buy a piano for your sister. I'll take a rest this Saturday. I can go with you if needed." Shen Shiyan said suddenly.

Meng Xintang froze for a while, then remembered the lie he had said during the meal that day. He sighed in his heart, and was a bit lucky.

"Oh, okay, I've been very empty lately, and you help me pick that Saturday."

Shen Shiyan nodded: "If my sister is free, you can bring her with me. I always think that picking the piano should also be eye-catching."

Thinking of Meng Xinchu, Meng Xintang suddenly felt guilty and did not know how to explain the pipa. Although he thought, he replied calmly: "Okay, I ask her."

After two more conversations, I felt that the legs and feet were almost the same, and Shen Shiyan stomped her feet and bounced a few times. He looked at the time and said it was not early, and invited Meng Xintang to have lunch at his house.

Meng Xintang was moved at the time, knowing that this was a good opportunity to get closer. But after thinking about Meng Xinchu at home, he still shook his head with regret.

"I'm afraid it won't work today. My sister is going home. I have to go back and cook for her."

"Will you cook?" Shen Shiyan's tone was surprised.

Meng Xintang did not answer the question: "Why, I'm not like?"

This time, Shen Shiyan took a step back, looked at him seriously, and shook his head: "Not quite."

A man who studies military weapons and hobby clippings, it is difficult for him to hook him into the kitchen.

"My parents are busy with their work, so for a long time, I was taking care of my sister, so I learned the cooking skills." Meng Xintang smiled, tilted his glasses, and "do it well, in the future there will be If possible, I can try it for you. "

"Then I have to look forward to it."

Farewell, the two agreed to meet at 9 o'clock on Saturday morning, and Meng Xintang came to pick up Shen Shiyan.

Meng Xintang returned home, Meng Xinchu was already sitting cross-legged on the sofa and eating snacks. Looking at the bag of puffed food, Meng Xintang asked her in an incredible way: "Aren't you trying to lose weight for a wedding photo?"

Meng Xinchu threw a piece in his mouth and said angrily, "No more! No more!"