Mortal Romance

"Why don't we choose together tomorrow."

Song Yile replied.

The reason is that on the third day after Song Yile moved in, he proposed to clean up the yard and clean up all the withered flower pots and potted plants. Shen Yunhuai had thought about doing this earlier, but he never had time to listen to him. Also readily agreed.After tidying up, it's time to add some flowers and plants. Shen Yunhuai recalled inappropriately that when he first met Song Yile, the child's eyes were easily attracted by a wilting tulip.

Children probably really like flowers and plants.

Shen Yunhuai raised his hand and sent a "Little Pig OK" emoticon package to the chat box.

After delivering the dinner to Li Mi and Xiao Chen, Shen Yunhuai turned around and went to the hotel.Song Yile's B&B recently hired customer service at the counters of the morning and evening shifts. They were both young men. At that time, it was just after seven o'clock when the shift started. The young man in the evening shift, named Rong Yu, greeted Shen Yunhuai energetically.

"Brother Shen, you came just in time."

Shen Yunhuai found Song Yile from the attic to hold the flat tablet he had brought back with him, and heard Rong Yu say that when he got downstairs.

"What's wrong?" Shen Yunhuai turned his head and asked.

"There was a guest just now who came to see Brother Song," Rong Yu paused, "but it seems that I didn't notify you in advance, do you think I should call Brother Song?"

Shen Yunhuai heard the words and said: "It's okay, you Song Ge is busy, I'll go and see if it's urgent."

Rong Yu didn't ask any further questions after hearing this, but just nodded to express his understanding.

The B&B has an exclusive reception room, which is said to be a reception room, but it is just a small cozy space. Song Yile has made a whole wall into a bookshelf that reaches to the ceiling. books, ranging from astronomy and geography to cooking art.

Shen Yunhuai raised his index finger and knocked on the door, and when he pushed it open, he saw a woman holding an interior design book and was fascinated by it.Her long hair was coiled behind her head by a simple and simple hairpin without any decorations, and a few strands of hair fell on her shoulders. Although she was an elderly lady, her figure was still graceful, and her temperament was even more in line with this simple and simple place. The ancient city reflects each other.

"Hello."

The lady closed the book with a "snap" when she heard the words and turned around, but she looked at Shen Yunhuai for more than a few words. Only then did Shen Yunhuai realize that it was a publication authorized by his university graduation project. His face was stunned.

"square…"

Shen Yunhuai lowered his eyes and interrupted the lady: "Professor?"

"Why are you here? Didn't you and your mother go abroad to develop after graduation?" The lady put away her surprised eyes and replaced her with a gentle and elegant smile.

"I resigned a few years ago." Shen Yunhuai paused, "After drifting for a long time, you always have to return to your roots. Isn't this what you always say, Professor. But why did you come to City H, Professor?"

She smiled back: "I just passed by the seminar and took a look."

"Come and see how my son is doing, and take a look at the homestay he opened. The design is not bad, and the taste is very good. By the way, have I mentioned it to you? My kid liked you when he was in college. No, there are magazines that publish your work, and there are all of them."

Chapter 10

"Lele never mentioned to me that he shared the rent with someone else."

In Shen Yunhuai's hand, he held the half-thawed Ice Americano, and the slightly cool drops of water slid down the rim of the cup and wet the warm palm and the wooden coffee table.After taking a few casual sips, he frowned. The original tasteless and strong bitterness of the ice American style was mixed with the melted ice cubes, and the taste became too monotonous and boring.He raised his legs and leaned his weight against the wall. The old-fashioned window frame divided the windows into grids, and the light and shadow like a chessboard fell on the brows, and the water droplets falling on a table reflected mottled light and shadow.

"Naturally, that child doesn't like me in the first place." Song Yun glanced at Shen Yunhuai indifferently, then lowered her head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Shen Yunhuai laughed: "Professor is serious, there are no children who don't love their parents, and there are no parents who don't love their children."

"Then let me tell you something about the past."

It was a story that was neither long nor short, until a long, long time later, when Shen Yunhuai had been with Song Yile for a long time, he still remembered the past that Song Yile's mother told him that afternoon when he dreamed back at midnight.He can even remember that the scent of Darjeeling tea and water lilies slowly came out from the aromatherapy humidifier in the reception room that day, as indifferent as a cloud just plucked from the sky. It was pretending to be an ugly piggy page made by Song Yile.

Song Yun spoke in the storytelling tone he was very familiar with when he was in college, talking about Song Yile's dependent personality disorder, why she couldn't bear it, and how she cruelly left her child and left and came back more than ten years later.At that time, Song Yile had grown up, and in the days of lack of maternal love, he grew up safely and peacefully, and he had grown into the appearance that everyone liked-not crying or making noise, and even the psychiatrist said that his illness was no longer a serious problem .

"Later he said that he wanted to develop in another city, and he did not continue in the field of architectural design. I knew that he never liked this major, he didn't like attending classes, and he didn't even like me." Face, "Just because we like it, so he pretended to like it."