Chapter 45:

"Your mother, to what extent are you professional?"
"Headmaster, headmaster."
Shen Shiyan took a breath: "It's amazing."
After the party was over, Shen Shiyan wiped some crinkled cuffs. When she asked if she was going to find Meng Xintang's mother, she heard that Meng Xintang had called. He looked up and saw the man who came in the original money.
"Hello aunt." Shen Shiyan bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." Qiao Wei stopped in front of them, and looked at the young man with his head down and under the body with a smile. "I heard Xintang mention you before, but I have been busy with my work and I haven't found time to meet you."
"Where, I should visit you earlier."
Shen Shiyan raised her head, and Qiao Wei could only see his eyebrows. At a glance, the first impression that Shen Shiyan gave Qiao Wei was gān Jing. The smile doesn't float and it makes people look comfortable.
"Xintang told me that you are thirty-one years old, but it doesn't look like it now." Qiao Wei glanced at Meng Xintang with a smile and said, "Aren't you afraid of my objection, have you lied about your age?"
"He looks small." Meng Xintang said, and then looked at Shen Shiyan again. I don't know if it was because of wearing this pink shirt. Shen Shiyan did not wear formal leather shoes today, but Wearing a pair of white casual shoes, standing next to her old-fashioned Hengqiu, she really showed some age difference.
Qiao Wei smiled and said a few words again, all of them are short of unrelated parents. Shen Shiyan responded in an orderly manner, and from time to time she could make Qiao Wei laugh. Originally, Meng Xintang was still thinking, in case Shen Shiyan was really nervous, he said a few words and ended the meeting, but looking at Shen Shiyan's ease, he felt as if whether it was just Shen Shiyan, I still think about it now.
"I wanted to have a New Year's Eve dinner together this year, but I have events here, and I won't be able to leave tomorrow. After the New Year, when everyone is free, the family will have a meal together."
It wasn't until the end of the conversation that Qiao Wei said "a family". Shen Shiyan froze slightly, nodded and said "OK".
When the two men walked out of the institute's building, it was snowing again. When Meng Xintang saw Shen Shiyan looking at God in the air, he asked him what he was thinking.
"Thinking of your mother."
"What do you miss her?"
Meng Xintang stretched out the umbrella he had just taken from the doorman, put Shen Shiyan's shoulders in his hands, and hugged him to the world of snow. Shen Shiyan raised her eyes, not surprisingly, she saw that the umbrella above her head was tilting towards him.
"I didn't think about it. I just felt that you don't need to communicate with him or her very frequently and in depth. You can know that he is excellent in a few words."
He recalled Qiao Wei's humble words, bowed waist after entering the door, sitting on the side seat, and the discarded paper cup that Qiao Weishun had taken away after their conversation.
How talented a person is, the weight of humility will be engraved in his bones.
Shen Shiyan glanced at Meng Xintang and suddenly understood why he had a familiar feeling when he looked at Qiao Wei at that time. On Qiao Wei's body, there was clearly the shadow of Meng Xintang. Just as he saw him for the first time, he said that his work sounded great, and Meng Xintang just said sincerely and plainly: "It just sounds great."
Shen Shiyan thought that when Meng Xintang was getting old, she must be a charming old man with humility, style, merit, and làng diffused with ink fragrance.
He suddenly felt that there was honor.
"Tomorrow New Year's Eve, we have to have a good time." Shen Shiyan said under the umbrella.
This is their first New Year's Eve after all.
"of course."
"Make more delicious, I haven't eaten your cooking for a long time."
"Good." Meng Xintang replied with a smile, but then thought that tomorrow would be thirty, and many supermarkets would no longer be open. Perhaps it would take some effort to buy all the ingredients needed.
He talked about this with Shen Shiyan, but he did not expect that Shen Shiyan said quickly: "I bought it. Although I don't know what you are going to use, I bought almost everything I know."
Meng Xintang looked at him in astonishment, Shen Shiyan smiled, raised his hand to draw a height higher than himself: "The shopping ticket has been so long, and many people are watching me when I check out."
Meng Xintang laughed so loudly that a bypassed colleague frequently turned back. He placed his hand on Shen Shiyan's shoulders and said "Happy New Year" a few times, and held the person in his arms tighter.
New Year's Eve, we must listen to loved ones homely.
Chapter 31—Lion and Deer
On the thirty morning, when Shen Shiyan woke up, the room was still dark. He dragged the quilt to his nose, leaving only a pair of eyes outside, staring at the dark ceiling for a moment.
I don't know how long after that, Shen Shiyan felt that her body was lying stiff, and she turned over and turned to lie toward Meng Xintang. Today, Meng Xintang seems to be sleeping better than usual, and he has no reaction to Shen Xiyan's Xixi movement. Shen Shiyan planned to sleep for a while, but after seeing Meng Xintang's face, she didn't want to sleep anymore. Fortunately, there is time to pass, so that he can quietly watch how he falls asleep this morning.
There was a loud noise outside the window. The man in his sleep trembled, and before he opened some heavy eyelids, he had reached out his hand and covered Shen Shiyan's ears. Shen Shiyan watched Meng Xintang frown and opened his eyes, smiling.
"Woke up?"
"Well," Meng Xintang cleared his throat, and rubbed his hands on Shen Shiyan's ears again. "Are you awake long ago?"
"It's been a while." Shen Shiyan saw Meng Xintang rubbing his ears and asked, "Are you scared?"
"Fortunately, this alarm is a bit qiáng." Meng Xintang laughed, and then he commended Shen Shiyan, hugged him, and foreheaded his forehead lovingly.
"early."
Throughout the day, both people lived as leisurely as in the morning. According to Shen Shiyan's consideration, lunch was simplified, and Meng Xintang made two simple dishes at noon. After having dinner, Meng Xintang began preparing the evening menu. Shen Shiyan followed the busy work in the kitchen for a while, and felt that there was nothing to intervene on her own, so she said that she would go back to the house to make arrangements. He was on vacation just now, and had no time to prepare before. The family was still bare, without any festive colors.
Shen Shiyan went to the cabinet and took out a few pieces of red paper, ready to cut a few windows. I just sat down at the desk holding the scissors, but I felt cold. He looked around for a week and saw that the center of the room was just a few squares of sunlight coming in from the windows.
When Meng Xintang came into the room and wanted to inquire about Shen Shiyan's opinions on the practice of fish, he saw that there was a small low table in the room, not too big or small, which just took up that light. Shen Shiyan sat on the small bench aside and cut the red paper in her hand. A small cut red horn floated down, fell into two petals, and landed on the small square table.
"Do you still cut paper?"
There was only a bench near the table. Meng Xintang walked to Shen Shiyan, bent down and squatted down, and watched his hands move back and forth carefully.
"I've learned something from my mother before."
Meng Xintang picked up the scraps of paper on the table, turned it over and asked, "You cut directly, don't you need to draw the pattern?"
"I will have so many patterns. After so many years of cutting, I have already cut them." Shen Shiyan unfolded the already formed window flower in her hands, pinching the two corners, and raised it to Meng Xintang's eyes.
"It's beautiful," Meng Xintang said sincerely.
The circular frame is engraved with auspicious patterns. Through the hollow, you can also see the person who cut the paper behind. This made Meng Xintang suddenly understand that the picture in front of him probably depicts the meaning of New Year.