Meng Xintang squatted down with a smile, raised his hand, and pinched his sweater on his body. The sweater had a slightly itchy neck, real and warm.

"I ran so little out again. This kind of thing doesn't carry the wind, but still wears a serious coat."

Shen Shiyan didn't move, she looked at Meng Xintang with a smile, and issued a careless "um" from her nose.

His eyes fell on Meng Xintang's shoulders, and there were some traces of dust there. Perhaps the fallen leaves had fallen on his shoulders and left as he walked.

Shen Shiyan suddenly had a sense of the picture. Meng Xintang wore this black coat, went through the Gobi Desert, through the traffic stream cháo, and also passed through the rows of low-rise houses. Finally, he opened the door to meet him.

He stretched his hand to his shoulder with a smile, and doubled it, removing the dust for him.

"How about smoking?" After Meng Xintang asked, he saw that there was already a cigarette butt, and he looked at Shen Shiyan with surprise, "The second one?"

Shen Shiyan smiled again and said "um", he raised his hand and passed the smoke between his fingertips to Meng Xintang's lips.

"Come and taste the acacia."

Meng Xintang laughed loudly and said, "I'm afraid I'm already familiar with it."

Meng Xintang once heard people say that Xiaobie won the wedding. But at this time, I felt that the feelings of others would have been brewing more enthusiastically than the wedding. He took a sip of cigarette with Shen Shiyan's hand, and the moment when the smell of smoke entered the body, he seemed to review the thoughts that almost spanned the four seasons.

The radio has changed a song. The radio station should have nostalgic theme today, and then it will play such a song in the evening. Shen Shiyan turned her head when she heard the prelude, froze for a few seconds, suddenly looked at the radio and laughed, and asked Meng Xintang if she knew the song.

Meng Xintang shook his head: "Very familiar, but I don't know the specific song title."

"Qilixiang" is a very fragrant flower, white and beautiful.

After speaking, Shen Shiyan listened to the intro a little bit, listening to singing.

In 2004, nineteen-year-old Shen Shiyan heard the song for the first time and thought it was well written. Throughout the article, however, love and thoughts, but everything in love is so lovely, it seems that only using that love, a beating heart, paints a whole world. In the whole song, in fact, Shen Shiyan's favorite is that interlude.

He suddenly took Meng Xintang's arm and stood up. The cigarette had not been smoked. He took off his glasses while holding the cigarette, and lifted the hem of his clothes.

"When I first listened to this song, I felt that one of the interludes was amazing, and I love it until now." Shen Shiyan put on her glasses again, and the golden mirror frame was on his reddish ears. moving. He pushed his glasses and asked, "Do you know why?"

Meng Xintang smiled and shook his head, quietly waiting for Shen Shiyan to reveal it.

"Because I think it's perfect for dancing and loving people."

The song has reached the second chorus.

"But I have no artistic cells and never skip dance."

"It's okay," Shen Shiyan stretched out a hand towards him and made an inviting gesture. "You only need to lend me a hand."

The bell rang, and Shen Shiyan led Meng Xintang down the stairs, walked through the autumn-filled courtyard, and stopped in the middle of the courtyard reflected in the evening glow.

Even if Meng Xintang had heard this song by accident, he would not have any impression of its interlude. So when the sound of the violin suddenly rose and Shen Shiyan turned his hand away, he seemed to turn around suddenly, as if all the light that the eye could see was flowing to Shen Shiyan's body at that moment. He could even clearly see the twisted corners of his sweater, a layer of fluff on it, and the unburned thoughts in his fingers.

You come from the dust, and I am waiting for you in the depths of Qiuyi. Full of wind and rain, miss the city.

【postscript】

The day after Meng Xintang returned, Shen Shiyan remembered yesterday that he forgot to do newspaper clippings and planned to make up. At that time Meng Xintang was helping him make a new flower stand in the yard. He stood at the window and looked at it for a long time before he hummed and opened the second thick newspaper clipping. You can turn to the bookmark, but Shen Shiyan found that the page was no longer blank. With the date, with ...

A jīng, two flowers, three lines of characters.

It can be seen that the person drawing is not good at writing, the lines are intermittent, and there are traces of tracing. However, Shen Shiyan easily identified the two long five-petaled flowers next to each other, the one that could smell the flowers seven or eight miles away.

"I want to buy you a bunch of flowers

But the flower shop at the intersection

I really miss it again "

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