The Flustering Sound of the Pipa from the Hallway

Well, this is another quarrel. His younger sister and prospective brother-in-law, ca n’t say that it ’s noisy for three days, and noisy for two days, but from time to time, a three-view debate is staged. To Meng Xintang, it was not a big deal, and he didn't understand what they were arguing about.

"When you talk about it, I saw the photos sent by my classmates, and said which one of my classmates is getting more and more handsome, and then he is energetic. Why do you say this person is so stingy, what ’s so angry? I Every day, my male **** is handsome, why isn't he weather? "

Meng Xintang, who was cutting vegetables, was chased by his sister. He pulled the chop on the chopping board aside and raised his eyes and asked, "Are you asking me?"

Meng Xinchu choked for a moment, helplessly swallowed his mouth, leaned against the cabinet and sighed: "Also, you are a single old man, how do you know this."

"Do you want to eat?" Meng Xintang threatened calmly.

Meng Xinchu said, "Hey," "Eat, eat, but this is true."

She pinched Meng Xintang's waist, and Meng Xintang hid a bit from itching, saying "Don't make trouble".

"Brother, I thought before that you weren't married yet, I'm going to get married first, wouldn't you feel uncomfortable in your heart? Tell me the truth, your **** **** me up If you are uncomfortable, I'll just say no to that stupid man. "

Meng Xintang only thought it was ridiculous and strange: "What's wrong with me?"

"Lonely, embarrassing, panic, although a man has forty-one flowers, but you have never grown a bone since you have opened it with sister Xiao Zhi once, and you will soon become an iron tree."

Meng Xintang did not want to have a non-nutritive debate with her. He felt meaningless and làng cost her life and directly bombarded her.

The surroundings finally quieted down, and when Meng Xintang started to pack again, Shen Shiyan squatted and smoked today. He stopped and watched the clear sky outside the window for a moment.

Chapter Four

Shen Qinyan led Meng Xintang to the harp, deep in a street, a place where the crowds turned quiet and people disappeared. Covered by a big banyan tree, the engraved wood plaque with gold characters on a black background reveals only a small horn, and it looks hidden.

As soon as she got out of the car, Shen Shiyan, who was holding the door, yawned in the sun.

"Did you sleep last night?" Meng Xintang was a little strange. On the way, Meng Xintang saw it, and he already hit three. But the night before, he clearly contacted Shen Shiyan, determined that he did not have a temporary job, and specifically said "sleep earlier".

"Sleeping late, I may have to go to bed at four o'clock." Shen Shiyan patted his mouth to make himself more awake. "I watched a lot of movies some time ago, but I didn't take it last night and watched it all."

They came out quite early. They didn't have a lot of light, but they just made Shen Shiyan's face clear. Meng Xintang looked back and joked: "This is not like what a health person would do."

This time, Shen Shiyan walked in front. He opened the door to stand, opened his glasses with his other hand, rubbed his reddish eyes, and the answer at the exit was concise and arbitrary.

"Occasionally wanton, harmless."

The personal style of this remark was too obvious, and Meng Xintang laughed.

Qinxing's boss is unexpectedly young, wearing a sweatshirt and a baseball cap. To Meng Xintang, he looks like a college student who has not graduated, and is not like a person related to folk music. He was sitting behind the counter listening to the song, and saw them come in. He immediately raised his chin and said hello.

"Brother is early."

"Morning," Shen Shiyan turned to her side, spread out her palms, and introduced him to Meng Xintang politely. "This is my friend. Come and pick up his sister."

The boy was clear, got up and came out: "Hello, this is Xu Yanwu."

The two shook hands and said a few words of shame.

"Since it is a hobby and a beginner, I don't recommend buying a piano that is too expensive," Shen Shiyan pointed, "This is all right."

Xu Yanwu took the sample piano and took his nails from the counter.

"Mahogany Shimizu Pipa, the second piano of many people, is much better than the ordinary practice piano. It is enough to play. It can be said to be in place. You can feel it."

Suddenly, a piano was put on his hand. Meng Xintang was holding something that he had never touched before, and he didn't know what angle he should put it in, and suddenly he felt like he had strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. He smiled and looked at Shen Shiyan, only to find that the other was snickering.

"You try it?"

"Okay, you listen."

Xu Yanwu handed his nails, Shen Shiyan peeled them off one by one, and slowly wrapped around his fingers. This was the first time Meng Xintang saw him sticking his nails. His movement was not fast, but he was very smooth. After three or two chats, he had already pasted the five pieces.

"What do you want to hear?" Shen Shiyan sat down and asked, holding the piano.

Almost without thinking, Meng Xintang said, "The first time you meet, the song you played."

Shen Shiyan thought for a few seconds, slightly raised her head, "When is the little girl trying piano?"

"Well, what song is that?"

"Yi Dance Dance," Shen Shiyan said, stroking four strings in turn with his right hand, making four separate sounds. Then, he raised his left hand, held the piano axis, and put his thumb against the groove. Turning the piano axis while plucking the strings, Meng Xintang heard a few turning sounds. Soon, Shen Shiyan tuned the four strings: "Do you want to listen to the whole song?"

"I am honored," Meng Xintang said with a smile.

Xu Yanwu also leaned aside, quietly waiting for Shen Shiyan's performance.

The last time I listened to this tune was in a spacious outdoor room, mixed with the sound of wind and birds, and occasionally speaking, but this time in a closed room, the environment was quiet, and it was like a natural reverb. Meng Xintang felt the same heartbeat, and it was even more shocking.

At the end of the song, the one who spoke first was Xu Yanwu.

"Brother is still so good."

Shen Shiyan laughed twice and looked at him: "Master, are you laughing at me?"

Seeing that Meng Xintang was slow to speak, he turned to look at it. When confronted with his straight-eyed eyes, Shen Shiyan's heart suddenly disappeared, as if missing a beat.

Meng Xintang's look was a focus he had never seen before. It seems that there is tenderness in the eyes, but there is no embarrassment, which is all appreciated.

He plucked the strings again, then calmed down and asked, "Are you good?"

Then Meng Xintang returned to God, said "Oh" and replied: "Very nice."

In the end, of course, the piano was finalized. Xu Yanwu said that he happened to have a new piano, and asked Meng Xintang whether he wanted to have this one or wait for production.

Meng Xintang didn't understand these, so he asked Shen Shiyan's opinion.

"I will wait for the production according to my habit, but it's the same, it's no problem to get the piano." Shen Shiyan said.

Xu Yanwu joked: "My brother would rather wait for a new piano without playing for two months."

"Oh why?"

Shen Shiyan glanced at the snickering Xu Yanwu, and looked at Meng Xintang with a serious explanation: "There will be a feeling that this piano has been with it since it was born."

Pretty fairy tale idea. Meng Xintang felt it for a while, and expressed some làng diffuse feelings.

He also decided to wait and make an appointment with Xu Yanwu and pick up the piano later.

When Meng Xintang paid, Shen Shiyan walked around in the store. He walked over and fiddled with the retro record player twice, watching and admiring: "Newly bought?"

"Just as I told you last time, find the one made by friends."

"Oh," Shen Shiyan answered with a long voice. "Don't say, this custom is really different, this pattern is more particular about it."

Xu Yanwu quickly said, "If your brother likes it, get Minger to get one for you."