Mortal Romance

"Yunhuai, you are a good boy, but I don't know whether it is good or bad for him to rely on you or even like you."

Shen Yunhuai didn't answer, he just turned his head sideways and looked out the window, the warm orange light painted the roof halfway up the mountain with a brilliant golden color, he listened intently, he could even hear the resident singer just invited by the bar slacking off humming a long ballad.To the northwest, on the side where the sun sets, is the old house that has just welcomed new residents.

"You're joking." After a long silence, Shen Yunhuai chuckled softly, "It is said that children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

"According to what you said, it is up to me to decide whether it is good or bad. But with all due respect, you are a professor I respect, but to Song Yile, you are not a qualified mother. Although these words stand on the sidelines It's really not appropriate to meddle in other people's housework from the perspective of others, but I think I have to admit it honestly, "

"I like Yile."

Love is always a colorless and odorless mysterious substance, ethereal and invisible, but it is like a seed buried in the ground waiting for the right time, place and people to grow to towering heights. No one can tell the length of time. Anyway, it is really covering up the innocence. Undetectable before daylight.Since I really realized this, the name Song Yile has already become the top of the WeChat chat box, a pillow dream at midnight, a branch of Shen Yunhuai Salzburg, and Achilles' heel.

Song Yun did not comment on this from the beginning to the end, she did not object or give blessings, and she did not tell Song Yile, but instead asked Shen Yunhuai not to tell her that she had been here.

"There is one more thing I think you have the right to know. You are Lele's belief when he was studying. He hates me, architecture, and everything related to me, but he only mentions Fang Huai, who is in the second class of architecture in his senior year."

This was the last thing Song Yun said to Shen Yunhuai before leaving.

After Halloween, another year of Lidong is ushered in. Autumn in southern cities always disappears in a flash. It seems that the climbing tigers climbing on the old walls turn from green to yellow overnight.

It has been half a month since Song Yile moved to Shen Yunhuai's house, but he still hasn't found a suitable opportunity to hold a housewarming banquet. Just as the solar terms are approaching, Xiao Chen enthusiastically organizes a lot of people to have a meal at Shen Yunhuai's house.On this day, Shen Yunhuai closed the bar early, and pasted the big characters written by Xiao Chen Yang on the door: "Eat a chicken in Lidong to nourish the winter spring".

A post-it note was pasted below, which read - close the shop for a day, go home and cook chicken.

Although the appearance of Shen Yunhuai's house is the same as it was a month ago, the courtyard has a different view after opening the gate.The flower shelf next to the stone wall is displaying the beautifully blooming Cadillaria orchids and irises. The moss on the stone bench has been cleaned up, leaving only the red winter beauty with fat leaves and flowers clustered on top.

Li Mi had been to Shen Yunhuai's house before, before he always felt that the house was lifeless, not at all popular, gloomy.It's different now, the furniture in the living room that was originally covered with white cloth has been uncovered, and in the two rooms next to each other, there is an extremely rare and lovely furry carpet at the door, and the other is a wolf. One of the dogs is a white cat, all lying on the ground nervously, looking at each other in the distance.

"We've known each other for so long, why didn't I know that you are so childish."

Shen Yunhuai was busy washing the internal organs in the kitchen, he glanced at Li Mi who was leaning on the refrigerator with his arms folded, smiling nonchalantly, and smiled noncommittally: "I let him decorate as he wants. "

"Very good." Li Mi reached out and touched the timer attached to the refrigerator. In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them were quiet and extremely low-key. There were more bright and interesting small things and small ornaments in the house, which were unexpected. But still cute, "Does auntie know? You gave up the new house that she and uncle planned to leave to your daughter-in-law to other people to take it for themselves."

"I don't know yet, it's not someone else." Shen Yunhuai chopped the chicken into several pieces and wiped his hands.

"It's their future daughter-in-law."

Chapter 11 Moonlight Boy

On a night when the evening breeze passed through the hall, the faint scent of tea lingered in the twilight of the sun, and after the sky outside the window darkened, a group of people chatted about their ideals and dreams in the world, and drank a few liang of beer. Turned blushing and dizzy after drinking.Li Miao and Shen Yunhuai, who were awake, greeted each other, and sent Rong Yu and Xiao Chen back one by one, leaving Song Yile and Shen Yunhuai looking at the taillights of the car and smiling silently.

"Drink tea? Sober up." Song Yile asked.

Shen Yunhuai let out a "hmm", cleaned up the leftovers and cold dishes, and put the used cups, plates and bowls into the dishwasher.

Song Yile made a pot of hot tea with the leftover Biluochun, drank it from two empty cups, and passed one cup to Shen Yunhuai, holding a cup in his palm, and sat shoulder to shoulder on the small sofa in Shen Yunhuai's house, which was only big enough for three people , Watching the movie shown on TV to eliminate alcohol and eliminate food.Chatting about irrelevant homely gossip, from social issues to exotic guests, seems to be an innate instinct. The two have endless topics to talk about, and they have more than one level of laughter and complementary values.

It seems that some people are born like a missing piece of the puzzle, whether it is a round head with cut corners, it is just right for the missing part.

Song Yile took a sip of hot tea: "Brother Shen, I think you are right."

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