The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

"Wait for your cold, let's go on a date." Meng Xintang said suddenly.

Shen Shiyan looked up and looked up: "Dating?"

"Well," Meng Xintang nodded. "We haven't had a formal date since we were together."

Shen Shiyan smiled and asked with interest where to go for a date.

"I haven't thought about this yet. Do you have any ideas?"

When Meng Xintang said this, he was serious and had a serious expression on his face. Shen Shiyan wanted to laugh and was not funny, so he had to say, "No experience."

He originally estimated that the date Meng Xintang said should be to watch a movie, listen to a concert, or to be more special, to see an art exhibition, etc. He even considered a recent technology exhibition. But I did not expect that when talking with Meng Xintang a few days later, he asked him if he wanted to go mountain climbing.

Dating to climb the mountain? It seems that Meng Xintang did say before, to climb the mountain on the weekend? Shen Shiyan thought about it for a few seconds before answering. Meng Xintang explained at the end: "I mentioned to you before that I think it is good to exercise properly and it is winter again, which is very suitable for mountain climbing. If you don't think it is enough, I have another proposal."

Shen Shiyan is not keen on sports, and has never heard the saying that winter is suitable for mountain climbing. But remembering what Meng Xintang had said that day, he immediately responded.

"Good, is it this weekend?"

"Well, let's go to Hebei. There is a newly developed mountain. My friend went last week and said the scenery was pretty good."

The first date of the two was settled in this way, and the phone hung up. Shen Shiyan still felt incredible. When he was studying, he even hid sports lessons in the yīn cold under the tree, and he would agree Use winter climbing as the first official date.

He smiled and shook his head secretly: "Love ..."

Although Meng Xintang has moved some clothes to Shen Shiyan, in fact, he can really live there very little time. Only on weekends without overtime, he can stay for two days. They were scheduled to leave on Saturday morning and come over to Meng Xintang on Friday night, but when they were off work, Meng Xintang was dragged down again. He had to call Shen Shiyan and tell him to pick him up again on Saturday morning. Shen Shiyan asked if he needed to bring anything, Meng Xintang said no, and later said that if he wanted to eat sugar, he could take a few pieces and add energy by the way. Shen Shiyan interrupted his words with "Ahh" twice.

"You really treat me as a kid."

Meng Xintang smiled lowly and asked, "Isn't it? Sweet."

Shen Shiyan gently squeezed a flower and bone that just grew, smelled the aroma of his fingertips, and retorted: "Sweet food and children are not equal. You are wrong."

"No," Meng Xintang said with a smile.

"I didn't make sense to you at the beginning." After Shen Shiyan said, she couldn't help laughing, Meng Xintang listened quietly, and put the receiver closer to her ear.

When returning to the elevator after working overtime in the evening, Meng Xintang was still thinking about whether there was nothing to bring. When he got home, he checked the things again, and he was sure there was no problem before he started packing. But I did not expect to accidentally find that when loading school bags, one of the two gloves was already open. Meng Xintang picked up the broken glove for a long while and judged that he should not have the ability to repair it. Turning around and thinking, I seem to have a new pair, but just forget where I put it.

At 12:30 in the middle of the night, Meng Xintang started rummaging through the boxes to find the gloves. He remembered that he put them in the study's cabinet, but he couldn't find them for a long time. After considering for a moment, he still sent Meng Xinchu a help WeChat. The girl really stayed up late, almost seconds, told Meng Xintang that the last time she helped him clean up the study, he put the glove in the drawer on the upper level of the cabinet.

Meng Xintang found the gloves as Meng Xinchu said. When he closed the drawer, his eyes turned to the side of the book compartment, which neatly arranged his newspaper clippings for so many years.

Thinking about it later, he didn't know why he went through his clippings at that late time, probably just because the date on the spine of the book he saw at first glance was special, which made him suddenly think of Shen. Know the eaves.

From January to June 2008.

Meng Xintang put his gloves aside and pulled out that newspaper clipping. Unconsciously, he turned to the month full of sadness and pain.

On May 12th, the news clippings were the preliminary reports of two Wenchuan earthquakes.

On May 13th, the first is still reporting the disaster situation, aftershocks occurred, and the second is a summary of the relief situation.

May 14th ...

When turning to this page, Meng Xintang's fingers stopped and the page he was holding did not fall down.

This news comes with two pictures.

The first is a back view of a young doctor giving first aid to a little **** a small flat field in the ruins. Throughout the entire picture is a broken wood, which should have just fallen, and there is even dust sweeping around when the broken wood just fell. What is startling is that this broken wood has only two points of focus-one is the ground at one end, and the other is the right shoulder of the young doctor.

In the second picture, the young doctor put the little girl in her arms. The photo is only the back view, so Meng Xintang can't see his expression, but can see his tightened arm and deeply buried head. There were two more people beside him, two fighters. They stood beside him, picked up the wood that had been pressed on his shoulders, and took off their hats to mourn.

The paper trapped in the fingertips began to tremble, as if through many years, the loneliness gently fiddled with this seemingly peaceful night. Meng Xintang now knows that when you first see the suffering of your lover, you will really feel the world is falling down.

---- I forgot to ask you, how did you hurt your shoulder?

---- I was accidentally smashed before, it's okay already.

Meng Xintang took a breath and exhaled very slowly. He glanced down and saw his own comment. Usually his comment is more than two lines short, but this page has only a few words, and it is rare in literature and art, infamous, and I do not know The young doctor, who may have been in tears in the ruins, is still talking about a country that is suffering.

"Toward the sunrise, I walked through the cold winter night."

It turned out that this was their first encounter.

When the floral scent and morning mist were mixed together, Shen Shiyan pushed open the door of the courtyard, but did not expect that the purpose was not the red wall bricks and the eaves bird, but Meng Xintang, standing upright and quiet.

"How come here so early?"

Meng Xintang always looked at him steadily, and only slowly twitched his lips when he asked. He suddenly stepped forward and hugged his warm body tightly.

For a moment, Shen Shiyan raised his head, leaned his chin on Meng Xintang's shoulder, and asked, "Are you gān? How many days have you seen before?"

"I'm sorry," Meng Xintang said.

"Apologize?" Shen Shiyan didn't understand.

"You are not a child."

After hearing this nonsensical sentence, Shen Shiyan immediately smiled. He thought that Meng Xintang was up early to make fun and asked jokingly: "How did you figure it out? Then am I a 31-year-old mature man?"

"No."

Shen Shiyan said "hey", shook his shoulders and shook his head, saying he was not sincere.

Meng Xintang kissed his right shoulder with a deep kiss.

"It's a hero."

And I'm really sorry, I didn't really love you at first sight.

Chapter 29 Missing You

Meng Xintang started working with a new model and was busy all winter. Most of the newspaper clippings made by Shen Shiyan already have a thick copy, but you can start to count them. The days when both of them have to be empty to meet, are extremely rare. He was so busy in the hospital that he didn't notice anything. When he was resting at home, he would feel nothing.