Hu Meizi

ninety.

When Sun Du was sleeping at night, he told Xie Tang about Natalie's invitation to him for afternoon tea the day after tomorrow.He was half lying in front of Xie Tang's chest, looking up at Xie Tang.

The temperature of the skin is transmitted, even though it is separated by two layers of silk pajamas, it is still hot, as if it can burn people.

Xie Tang stretched out his hand to shave the broken hair in front of Sun Du's forehead. When Sun Du washed his face, he accidentally wet the front of his hair, and some small broken hair stuck to his face wetly.

"This is her invitation to you," Xie Tang said, and he took out the book beside the bed.

He had already finished reading Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" to Sun Du, and now they were reading Robert Penn Warren's poetry anthology. Sun Du was quite surprised when he found this book in Xie Tang's study.He always thought that Warren's poems did not have any poetry collections, and he himself was a poet whose useful information could not even be found on Baidu Encyclopedia.

Sun Du no longer talked about Natalie's affairs. He knew that out of respect, Xie Tang would not ask about the content of the chat between Natalie and him. He has always been so restrained and polite.

"I like "Singing Birds in the Vicissitudes of the World". Is there any in this collection of poems?" Sun Du rolled around and asked Xie Tan's side.

Xie Tang wore glasses, he flipped through the catalog, "Yes." He said.

"Then let's read this first, and then read it in order?" Sun Du put one hand lightly on Xie Tang's arm, wrapped in a quilt, and curled up beside Xie Tang.

Xie Tan hummed, he turned to the page of the poem, and then read it slowly.

As Sun Du listened, he gradually became sleepy.

In fact, Xie Tang's voice is very cold. He reads poems without any emotion, and he doesn't pay attention to accent. There are only rigid pauses to show sentence breaks or endings.

But the sleeping lamp in the room is warm, and it prints the colorful color blocks on the rose glass lampshade on the wall; the curtains are also warm, and it blocks the dead trees and the malicious winter wind outside; Du slept next to Xie Tan, and his exhaled breath hit Xie Tan's arm, every time, it was regular and warm.

After Xie Tang finished reading, he read the first and second poems before him, and Sun Du was next to him, hugging the arm above his elbow, already sleeping soundly.

Xie Tang looked at Sun Du, then closed the book and took off his glasses.He looked at Sun Du, and then stretched out his hand to tear off some of the quilt, so as not to let Sun Du get so bored that his face turned red.

Xie Tang put the book on the bedtime table aside, he hadn't read that "Reminiscence of Time Gone With Time" that he seemed to never finish reading for a long time.He also put that book in the drawer of his study, and stayed alone for a long time.

In the past, when he couldn't fall asleep and was manic and didn't want to distract himself, he would read that book, starting from the first page every time.Later, I learned to meditate, and reading that book before going to bed became a habit.Now, because he agreed, he started reading poems to Sun Du, and he hasn't picked up that book for a long time.

Like, he hasn't thought of his mother in the red dress for a long time.

Xie Tang twisted the quilt for Sun Du.

Sleeping Sun Du would get hot, like a small fireball, burning hotter and hotter. Every day when he slept next to Xie Tang, Xie Tang felt that there was an extra stove next to him.But he himself doesn't seem to know, he always feels very cold, and wants to bow to Xie Tang.

After finishing, Xie Tang turned off the lights, closed his eyes, and prepared to rest.

Before taking a break, he suddenly remembered the verses in "A Songbird in the Vicissitudes of the World" that he read to Sun Du.

"Years pass, all places and facesfade, some people h**edied, And Istandina farland, the evening still, andamatlastsureThatImissmorethatstillnessatbird-callthansomethingsthatweretofaillater."

"How many years have passed, how many places and how many faces have become indifferent, some people have passed away, and I am standing far away, the night is so quiet, I am finally sure that what I miss the most is not those things that will eventually disappear, but the time when the birds sing That tranquility."

He suddenly understood the taste of tranquility somewhat.

Even if you don't go back to the past or imagine the future, the tranquility of the present is worth cherishing and savoring.

No matter what happened in the past or what will happen in the future, the song of birds is still a beautiful sound.

When Sun Du came together the next day, he became busy again.

They arrived only three days earlier, the first day was last night, and the second day was busy with the arrangement of the manor. It has been almost three months since Sun Du came to the Bute family last time, and he has learned many etiquettes. I don't remember it very clearly, so I have to review it again.At the same time, Sun Du had to call Zhao Quan and follow the domestic progress at any time.

Zhao Quan is not Assistant Zhou, he does everything without leaking, and Sun Du is very relieved.It's just that he was worried that Zhao Quan couldn't hold back his ruthless hand and would startle the snake too early, so he followed up every day.

"Xie Tang, I'll go out and make a phone call." Sun Du kissed Xie Tang as he spoke, then got up from the armrest of Xie Tang's chair, and pointed to the outside.

Obviously, Sun Du was busy with other things.

Xie Tang glanced at him, nodded, then continued to process his documents with his head down, not caring about the kiss on his face.

Fortunately, Xie Tang, he is familiar with these things, every Christmas, he comes back like this, he is no stranger.It's just that there is an extra Sun Du for Christmas this year.In the past few days, he only needs to look at the documents as usual and deal with the affairs of the British side.

He watched Sun Du go back and forth, spinning like a small spinning top.

"He's a lovely boy," said Natalie, who returned from a manicure instead of enjoying her afternoon tea today.She walked to Xie Tang's desk, "I'm very glad to see that you can bring back a partner at this year's Christmas dinner." She said with a smile, looking at Sun Du who was holding a mobile phone on the balcony.

Xie Tang put down the document in his hand, and followed her gaze to look over it.

The curves of Sun Du's jaw and neck are smooth and graceful. When he slightly raised his head and listened to the phone, Xie Tang could still see his sliding Adam's apple.

Xie Tang turned back to look at Natalie and said, "He's fine." His tone was normal, stating a fact.

Natalie smiled silently.

After a while, she said, "Your mother suddenly brought your father to Christmas dinner when she was 21."

She looked at Xie Tang, her blue eyes were full of tenderness and nostalgia, "After Christmas, you will be 36 years old, I am honored to see you bring someone to our Christmas dinner."

Xie Tang seldom talked about his mother, including with Natalie. In fact, they didn't communicate much, let alone Petunia, which is a taboo and sensitive topic for the Bout family.

"They are a failed marriage." Xie Tang said, his face was calm.

"Yes," Natalie always had a reserved and dignified smile on her lips, a moment of sadness flashed in her eyes, but she restrained herself again, "Stein, we must admit that not all love is perfect ending."

Xie Tang stopped talking, his dark blue eyes were calm and indifferent.

He seldom commented on anything, because few things left traces in his heart.Whether it is the flying birds that fly by in a flash, or the mountains that have been silent for thousands of years, they are nothing but fleeting reflections on the surface of his lake.

"Natalie," Xie Tang looked up, he looked at Natalie in front of him, his expression was as calm as ever, "What do you want to tell me?" He asked.

Natalie looked at Xie Tang, and after a long time, she sighed.

"I regretted countless times why I didn't kick that man out," she said, "but when I saw you and him, I suddenly realized that if I intervene now, it would be as abhorrent as the one I chose to let go."

"I just want to say," Natalie smiled at Xie Tang, her coiled black hair made her more gentle, "Stan, I respect you just like I respect my daughter Penny. "