Chapter 36:

Shen Shiyan was weird and reached up. When opened, you can also smell the unique smell of ink and rice paper.
The writing is Xin Qiji's "Qingpingle Village House".
Thatched eaves are low and the grass is green. Wu Yin is so charming when drunk, who has white hair?
Da'er Dongdou Xidong, Zhonger is weaving jī cages. The child is most fond of death, and the head of the stream lies on the lotus root.
Falling money: knowing the eaves thirty-one, and wishing you peace and smoothness, joy and worry-free. New Church Book on the 16th of the full moon.
So, this is what he wrote for himself early in the morning.
Shen Shiyan didn't know how long he had lifted the word with chanting.
It wasn't until his hands began to tremble slightly, and his eyes felt astringent, that he returned to his senses, starting again from the beginning, watching every word cherishly.
And when I read the paragraph, when I saw the words "peaceful and smooth", a sudden surge of familiarity hit the brain. He stared motionlessly at those four words, and finally determined that he had seen it.
Because she had just started g, her blood was still not flowing smoothly. When Shen Shiyan picked up the new English-Chinese Dictionary with some weight, her pinched fingers were painful. He squeezed the black cover, flipped it open, and pried open the two pages of copy paper. The exposed line of words made Shen Shiyan stay there as if she had settled in.
The title page of the dictionary read a few words in black ink, a simple note.
"Millennium, peace goes smoothly. Meng"
Although the font has changed slightly, it can still be easily seen that it is from the same person.
There is a book corner in the high school class, and each student brings a book or two. Upon graduation, the head teacher asked everyone for their opinions and asked each of them to select a book in the corner of the book as a memorial. He inadvertently saw the title page, and he did not hesitate to take this old dictionary that seemed to have never been taken away.
At that time, SARS had just passed, and Shen Shiyan remembered it very well. On that hot summer night, he spent the evening on a self-study to copy these four words, and wrote several pages in a single stroke.
Fan Zengchu dropped a piece of paper full of "peaceful and smooth", he carefully picked it up and wiped off the ashes.
This "Meng" is Meng Xintang.
Shen Shiyan found that she didn't know when she was sitting on a chair, holding the dictionary in her hand. He watched the words come to mind, couldn't help it, and a heat began to flow upward. He closed the dictionary, pushed it away, and leaned down on the table. When he calmed down again, he leaned over his head and his arms, and looked out the window.
Out of my mind, the figure of Meng Xintang appeared in his vision. He came out of the kitchen with a basin of water, his sleeves pulled to his elbows, and his strong forearms were exposed. Shen Shiyan saw that he had poured the water from the basin into the pool, turned on the faucet, and wobbled the basin.
Shen Shiyan was lying on her back quietly, and the autumn sun warmed her heart. The courtyard seemed to be a beautiful dream.
It turned out that he thought that the love that he had accidentally picked up and that had become a natural thing had long laid a long foreshadowing in his life.
It would be great if there were really words like face to face. In that case, their first sight was only seventeen.
Chapter 25—Should Be Silent
It turns colder when the weather is not long, and in late autumn. Shen Shiyan swept away the last dead leaves at the gate and looked up. The color of the sky had gradually changed from blue to white, and it seemed to be getting colder and colder. After a gust of wind, it was a bit piercing. Shen Shiyan realized that winter was coming.
A "humming" sound sounded in the quiet alley. A small tram went from far to near, with a box on each side of the back seat. The tram stopped at the door of Lao Gu's house. The cyclist came down, took out a stack of newspapers from the box, and put them in the box under the eaves. Shen Shiyan looked at him, tilted his head, and called out.
"master."
The person who delivered the report stopped looking for a ride and looked up.
"I want to subscribe too," Shen Shiyan walked two steps quickly and asked, "how do you order it, year by year?"
The master rolled his eyes and looked at him: "Young people also read newspapers?"
Young man? It seems like no one has called him like this for a long time. Shen Shiyan smiled lazily: "I'm not young, I'm over thirty."
"More than thirty? You look awful."
Shen Shiyan smiled again, asked about the price, and went home to get the money. When he came back again, he saw Lao Gu standing at the door talking to the master who delivered the newspaper. In such a weather where the north wind rolled leaves, Lao Gu even wore a sweater.
"Lao Gu! Why don't you wear a gown!" Shen Shiyan shouted from a distance.
"Well," said Gu, saying that he would not be given the opportunity to continue to teach himself, and frowned, "how can you order a newspaper!"
Shen Shiyan handed the money to the person: "Isn't this aligned with you, read more and read more."
He nudged Gu, asking him to go back and add clothes first.
"I'm not cold!" Lao Gu crossed his eyes. "I'm stronger than you. It's just right to wear this day."
Shen Shiyan gave a snoring sound and ignored him. After signing with the newspaper master, she ran to the house and asked for a dress with Grandma Osmanthus.
"Why are you so disobedient when you're all this old?" He stunned while putting clothes on Lao Gu. "Don't think you're strong, you've caught a lot of colds recently, and young people don't dare to wear them out like this, you are great what."
The old Gu refused to accept it, hummed, glanced at the courtyard and whispered to him, "I just drank two drinks secretly, and I was so relaxed and not cold at all."
Shen Shiyan was speechless, glaring at Xiaoyan for a long time with Gu Gu's big eyes.
"you can not……"
"I can't drink secretly all the time!" Gu Gu, like Ming Jing, first stole Shen Shiyan, "But you haven't taken wine recently, I almost want to die. If you don't go old, I will I can't taste a bite, you know how uncomfortable I am. If I don't take a sip, I might fall ill. "
Well, it became his fault.
The old Gu stunned him again: "When are you still coming to friends?"
After hearing the words, Shen Shiyan thought about it, and suddenly smiled softly.
"What's your kid laughing at?"
Shen Shiyan shook her head: "Although I haven't been friends recently, I've got a friend."
"Then why don't you ..." Just to blame him for having a friend who didn't take the opportunity to drink, the old Gu suddenly returned to Weier, and he stared up at Shen Shiyan's joke, "Did you talk to someone?"
Object.
Somehow, putting these two words together with Meng Xintang's figure and face, Shen Shiyan wanted to laugh. He put his hands in his pockets and nodded with a smile.
"Okay!" Lao Gu patted his hands excitedly, and the newspaper originally rolled in his hand was snapped into an unknown shape by this slap. "Okay, okay! Hey! When will you bring us over to show us?" Look."
Seeing his excitement, Shen Shiyan smiled and reminded: "You speak quietly."
The old Gu apparently could not care so much. He was anxious to let the whole hutong know immediately: "Why whisper gān, wait a minute, I have to tell Osmanthus, she said to me a few days ago to introduce you to a girl. "
Shen Shiyan quickly stopped Lao Gu before he ran away.
"Are you pulling me?"
"Gu, I have to tell you the next thing in advance." Shen Shiyan groaned for a moment before finally saying, "My jiāo's target is not a girl, but ..."
Shen Shiyan considered the following words and finally said, "Young man."
Obviously, Gu Gu's face was dull for a moment, as if he didn't understand what he was talking about. At that moment, Shen Shiyan realized that she was still nervous. He always felt that he was a very casual person, and he didn't care much about other people's opinions. But in the face of the old man, in the face of this little old man who seemed like his relative, he was suddenly afraid of hearing something intense or disappointed. Words.