Chapter 13:

After a long time in trouble, this girl was still thinking about it.
Meng Xintang reached out and hugged him, coddled with a smile: "I'm not afraid, brother will go with you."
Meng Xin was stuffed in his chest at first, and it was estimated that the nose and tears had been cleaned.
After Meng Xintang sent Meng Xinchu back to the house, Xinchu sat on g, and had to let him in and chat with her again. Meng Xintang moved the lazy sofa in the room and sat down to accompany her.
"You lie down and say, otherwise you may say more and more God."
East and west, Meng Xinchu seems to have something to say. When Meng Xintang asked her to sleep for the third time, she rolled her eyes and asked Meng Xintang: "Brother, will you reach this level in the future? The work is too busy and restricted, and even the family can't return often."
"I don't know," Meng Xintang thought for a moment, then shook his head. "It depends on how good I am."
He said that it depends on how capable he is, without mentioning willingness.
Meng Xinchu scratched the quilt and hesitated to speak: "In fact, you and your parents have the same ambitions and ambitions. But sometimes I think especially sensible, I don't want you to do the same, I don't want me to think Whoever is looking for you, but no one wants to see you. "
"No," Meng Xintang leaned forward and looked at the g softly. "Not so exaggerated. Dad is because the research is too special. Look at mom, can't you basically find it if you want to find it." Even if there are occasional closures, it's only a while. "
Meng Xinchu shook her head: "I don't want it. You don't understand." She looked at the ceiling and thought again, and said, "For example, if you are married, if your wife is a mother-like woman Or, it ’s okay to be independent, but if it ’s someone like me, take me for example, I ca n’t stand it. Because there may always be me at home, I always have to wait, what is there I do n’t feel helpful and helpless in emergency situations.

This remark is actually in the heart of Meng Xintang.
He had thought about what marriage was and what he would use to build it. As a result, I feel that I cannot guarantee it. He deserves to give his wife respect, support, love and companionship, all of which are indispensable, and when his future work is on track, it seems that he cannot guarantee it except the first.
He is a person who is almost reproachful to himself, something that cannot be guaranteed, and he will not rashly try irresponsibly.
"So, I probably won't have a marriage," Meng Xintang said.
There are many things he wants to do, far from being stopped.
Out of Meng Xinchu's house, Meng Xintang went to the living room and looked for his mobile phone. He turned out the midsummer sent by Shen Shiyan in the dark and looked on the sofa for a long time.
The chat box stopped at "Jingyue", he put down his phone, and facing the silent night, he thought about traveling around, but still couldn't find the shadow of "Jiaoyin".
Two days before Meng Xinchu's wedding, a military news swept the country in the early morning. Meng Xintang received a screenshot of a news comment from Shen Shiyan, and he asked whether what he stated in the comment was true. Meng Xintang read the contents of the picture and replied: "The direction of thinking is correct, but the technical analysis is wrong. Wait a minute, I will tell you."
Shen Shiyan, who was waiting there, thought that Meng Xintang would send a voice message or make a phone call, but unexpectedly, she received an e-mail from him 20 minutes later. He downloaded the document and found it to be a technical and hazard analysis. Without a lot of difficult terminology, Meng Xintang just picked the key points, gave him a metaphorical explanation, combed the harmfulness, and throughout the whole article, Shen Shiyan, who had no accumulation of relevant knowledge, was not at all difficult. understand.
It took another five minutes before he received the call from Meng Xintang.
"Do you understand?"
"Of course, the scientific popularization of scientists is easy to read."
Meng Xintang laughed on the phone. He spoke humblely and said softly, "Not a scientist, just an engineer."
Shen Shiyan didn't argue with him, and didn't follow him, but thought in my heart what I think you are.
He walked into the yard, squatted down with hot air, and fiddled with a calla lily in the door, and asked, "How are you prepared for the money?"
It was blank for a second before Meng Xintang's voice reappeared.
"Good news is hard to find."
Shen Shi felt the eaves, and then burst out laughing, and the laughter was rippled.
"Can't find it anymore, summer is over."
"Not in a hurry," Meng Xintang's voice remained unhurried, with a smile, "Isn't there a season?"
Shen Shiyan was still laughing, smelling the aroma at hand, saying yes.
Meng Xinchu's wedding day was the eighth, a very festive day.
In fact, the wedding was very simple. There was no marriage, and there were no bridges to keep the groom outside, and in the words of Meng Xinchu himself, it was purely to satisfy the fantasy of her little girl, so she had to wear a wedding ceremony.
Meng Xintang got up early and waited for the venue early. At ten o'clock, he deliberately walked around the bride where Meng Xinchu was staying, finishing his suit in front of the floor-standing mirror.
The bride sitting on g playing with her mobile phone looked up in surprise: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Huh?" Meng Xintang turned around. "Nothing."
Meng Xinchu squinted his head and shook his head: "No, I have never seen you look at the mirror so spontaneously ... Nodded.
Immediately after the words were spoken, he was bombarded in the forehead.
"Bridal, pay attention to the wording."
With his righteous words in his mouth, Meng Xintang's abacus was still crackling. He estimated that Shen Shiyan wouldn't hold back a bit, since the relationship with Meng Xinchu is not bad, he must come to congratulate him earlier. He looked at his watch. At ten ten, it was almost.
Finally, he adjusted the tie slightly, and Meng Xintang went to the gate. After a long embarrassment with some friends and relatives, he saw the shadow of those waiting.
When Shen Shiyan came, she looked different from others. They drove the car and sat at the door. Only Shen Shiyan, holding a bunch of flowers, dangled from a long distance and looked around. Like a grandfather watching after a dinner.
Meng Xintang was hiding in the crowd, smiling secretly until he approached, Yu Guang kept looking at that side.
When Shen Shiyan arrived at the door, she also walked around, as if she had seen a circle of people she didn't know, and she asked the waitress with an invitation to go in. Meng Xintang was optimistic about the person, and flashed out, standing right in front of him.
"Meng Xintang?"
This was the first time that Meng Xintang saw him look surprised because of himself.
"Are you coming to the wedding too?"
As soon as the words fell, Shen Shiyan noticed the small piece of red embroidered towel that was attached to Meng Xintang's chest.
relatives?
He looked at Meng Xintang's unsmiling face, and his full name popped into his head.
"Hi," he smirked, and laughed. "Our old nickname is Meng Xinchu, and neither of them resembles your name. Are you ... brothers and sisters?"
"Smart." Meng Xintang said with a smile.
Shen Shiyan smiled for a while, and remembered the man's performance from beginning to end, and asked suspiciously, "Do you know I'm coming?"
Meng Xintang nodded and pointed to the invitation in his hand.
Shen Shiyan instantly knew. He opened the elegant invitation, read the lines again, and asked, "Is this what you wrote?"
"Well," Meng Xintang stepped aside, "go ahead, go ahead."
Shen Shiyan closed the invitation and walked in. Both laughed and blended well with the atmosphere.
"You write this very well, especially the slang of my name. I read it a few times after I read it."