The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

Shen Shiyan smiled: "We have dumplings for any festival in the north. You see Lidong eating dumplings today. After a while, the winter solstice is still dumplings."

That being said, Shen Shiyan still held one with his chopsticks. Zucchini stuffed with eggs, his favorite dumpling stuffing.

The old dean was sitting opposite him, and the two of them talked a lot about each other. Near the end of the meal, the old dean suddenly asked, "I heard that something happened before, the patient who was allergic to penicillin. What happened to his family ...?"

Shen Shiyan held the hand of chopsticks for a moment, and looked at the person opposite without saying a word. He saw the old director uncomfortably pinching a dumpling and rolling it with vinegar, but he was still shaking back and forth in the vinegar. The old director gave a cough, as if to remind him, but Shen Shiyan kept her lips tight.

"That child is actually a relative of my family." The old dean looked at him with an eyelid, and his face was awkward and embarrassed. "I know this and I don't know how many times I scolded him. He also followed I have cried many times. Xiao Shen, I know I should n’t say these words today, but his parents begged me to ask me to come to you and ask if I could talk to his family members and reconcile this in private. They are willing to pay anything. "

There was a bite of rice left in Shen Shiyan's plate, and he poked at the rice grains, and suddenly thought that Meng Xintang was carrying him on that day, he was resting on his shoulder, and his cheek touched his shoulder. Warm, but the cold night wind touched the other cheek. The contrast between temperature and emotion was so great that he was impressed and moved.

After a long silence, Shen Shiyan raised her head.

"Dean, I remember someone saying that the doctor's mistake will be buried underground with death. As long as others don't know that you are wrong, you will still be a good doctor who saved many people." He tilted his head and ripped Routine, "This is really ridiculous, right?"

Chapter 28 is a hero

Meng Xintang put the clothes he brought with Shen Shiyan into a closet. Shen Shiyan was pretty particular about dressing, but she didn't buy a lot of clothes, so before Meng Xintang came, the big closet in his house was just over half filled. Shen Shiyan watched Meng Xintang pack his clothes, smiled and said, "Your clothes are really ... monotonous."

Meng Xintang looked at himself and Shen Shenyan aside. Indeed, at a glance, his clothes can be included in three colors: black, white, and gray. Shen Shiyan is different. Just talking about cotton shirts, he has white, light blue, and even Another one is very pale pink. Meng Xintang tilted his head and scooped out the piece of pale pink.

"Why didn't I see you go through this?"

Shen Shiyan leaned on the cabinet door with one hand and covered her face with the other hand, leaning her head on it and smiling.

"When I went to buy clothes, I saw the little girl said it was too hard, so I bought it. But it's a bit pink, I'm in my thirties. It seems that there are no occasions to wear it, and it doesn't look like mine. style."

Meng Xintang held clothes on Shen Shiyan, and said disapprovingly, "I think you will look good in your clothes. You have white skin and are not like thirty people."

Shen Shiyan corrected: "Thirty-one."

Meng Xintang smiled, quoting a phrase often used by Meng Xinchu: "You are always eighteen."

When he hung his clothes back, he said, "You can wear them when we are dating."

Hearing that, Shen Shiyan leaned there and stared at Meng Xintang motionlessly. Meng Xintang did the same, looking at him with a slight smile. After looking at it for a while, the two did not realize that the distance between them had become very close, and they had already breathed. The atmosphere was so sweet that Shen Shiyan sniffed because her nose was not breathing. Meng Xintang suddenly broke down and laughed.

Shen Shiyan sighed and turned to the table to take the paper: "What a nice atmosphere, I need to take off my glasses next time."

Meng Xintang closed the cabinet door and followed him with a smile.

Maybe it was because I was too tired and my mood was not good. Shen Shiyan's cold had been procrastinating for half a month. Meng Xintang poured him a cup of hot water, and when he handed it to Shen Shiyan, he found that his hand was cold.

"Is it cold in a sweater?" Meng Xintang frowned and pulled his hand, covered it with his two hands, and put it in his palm.

"I'm probably cold." Shen Shiyan raised her fingers and scratched the palm of Meng Xintang.

Meng Xintang was dodged by the itch, and gave him a smile again, holding his hand to keep him from moving.

"Go to Chinese medicine and drink some Chinese medicine for conditioning."

"Ah, don't," Shen Shiyan stopped him, "Although I am a doctor, I can't drink the taste of Chinese medicine. When I was a kid, I had to eat half a catty of sugar with a bowl of Chinese medicine."

Meng Xintang looked at him with a frown, and couldn't help laughing: "Also, you like sweets."

This reminded Shen Shiyan that he didn't remember when he ate dessert last time. He involuntarily touched his stomach, figuring out when to go to the dessert shop to replenish it.

The weather was as cold as it was going to snow on this day. In the evening, Shen Shiyan returned from his busy work in the flower room, and stopped in the yard to watch the dark sky faint. I do n’t know if it ’s a psychological effect. Old Gu left and Grandma Osmanthus moved to his son ’s house. He always felt that this long alley became quiet. It stands to reason that in the past, Lao Gu had nothing else to do except to brighten his voice occasionally. Grandma Osmanthus was even quieter, and he didn't take him out every day. He couldn't help wondering whether it was the cold winter that calmed down the alley, or whether his thoughts made it quiet.

Meng Xintang came back with a loaf of bread and was seeing Shen Shiyan squatting in the yard with her head up and smoking, without wearing a coat, she was only exposed in the dim light. The wind wasn't too small, and his hair stood up a few.

"Ah." Shen Shiyan interrupted him without waiting for Meng Xintang to open his mouth. He wiped his nose with a cigarette holder and bent his eyes, and said, "You know it's wrong, don't criticize education."

Meng Xintang approached helplessly, pulling a thin wrist and pulling him up.

"Then go in."

Shen Shiyan was pushed in by Meng Xintang, but his eyes were aimed at what was in Meng Xintang's hand. He pointed, and the shape of the eyes became more like a crooked smile: "What is this?"

"Dessert."

The heating in the room was sufficient. Shen Shiyan stood next to the heating and covered her hands. He watched Meng Xintang pull out the boxes in the bag one by one, arrange them neatly, took the knife and fork, and put them in a small plate. Two pairs.

Shen Shiyan rubbed her hands at the table and dragged a long, thin finger across a chocolate lava box. When the transparent box was opened, there was a crackling sound, and Shen Shiyan liked to listen to this lively.

He looked at Meng Xintang, who was sitting opposite, and wondered, "Aren't you not eating dessert?"

"Isn't someone eating with you, it will do more with less." Meng Xintang pushed one of the cakes he just opened in front of Shen Shiyan, and went to the next one, "You eat first."

Shen Shi's eaves were calm, and he glanced at the cake: "In the evening, if you eat too much, you will gain weight."

"You're too skinny. It's time to grow some meat."

Shen Shiyan also said, "You bought too much, you can't eat it."

"You want to eat a few bites, give me the rest, so you can eat more."

This time Shen Shiyan had nothing to say, he sighed and looked at Meng Xintang with a tilted head and smiled. When Meng Xintang met his eyes, he felt that smile shook him as if he had seen a full moon night.

"Sigh?"

Shen Shiyan shook her head and put a small piece of cake in her mouth.

"I just think it's great to be in love."

Meng Xintang laughed and watched him eat, and then took over half of the cake that he had forked, and this was the first time. He felt that the desserts were not so unpalatable, quite sweet.