Mortal Romance

Shen Yunhuai folded the letter and put it away, looked up at Song Yile: "What's for breakfast today?"

"Have you finished reading?" Song Yile wiped his hands, turned off the stove, and the remaining milk was gurgling in the enamel pot, "Bread, eggs, milk, my cooking skills only allow me to do this."

After a pause, Song Yile muttered again: "Do you want blueberry or peach for the jam?"

"Peach's."

The letter came from Country F, which Shen Yunhuai was very familiar with, and it was the university where he was studying, inviting him to participate in the annual International Innovation Design Award.Shen Yunhuai never thought that the work he submitted before graduation would be submitted by his fellow apprentices to participate in the competition, and even two years after Shen Yunhuai semi-retired and left the design industry, he won an outstanding designer award .

It's a good luck, although he still takes some design drawings from his old employer to draw in his spare time, so as not to make up the deficit of the bar one day. It is time to break the current peaceful and far-reaching life.

Thinking of this, Shen Yunhuai bit the bread and sighed deeply.

"Why are you sighing?" Song Yile smiled.

"I always feel cheated." Shen Yunhuai took a bite of the bread, "If I don't go, I will be found out sooner or later. I will go. Tomorrow the bar will be changed into a studio."

"It's pretty good, brother Shen, you are not like me, you really hate design."

Shen Yunhuai was dumb, and after being silent for a while not knowing what to say, Song Yile opened his mouth first: "Ah, although I hate designs, I like your designs, brother Shen, and I like you even more."

Chapter 18 □□Mortal fetus

Shen Yunhuai finally decided to attend the awards ceremony.After the air ticket is booked and the luggage is packed, Shen Yunhuai is going to take his little tail, Song Yile, to country F together for a period of [-] days. They will come back after Christmas. If they are lucky, they can see the romantic capital of snow falling. Kissing under the snowy Eiffel Tower.Shen Yunhuai was busy in the bar that day, and Song Yile was bored at home and carefully checked the long list of luggage. Shen Yunhuai often had a bad stomach after drinking, so thinking of this, Song Yile went out temporarily to the pharmacy to buy a box Suping Tablets.

On the way back, Shen Yunhuai happened to call him, and Song Yile reported what he had done today, and the other end of the phone smiled and said, "Is there any other place you want to go?"

"No, I just really want to see the Seine River." Song Yile paused, "Liang Jingru has a song called "Cest la vie", have you heard it? There is a line in it, the water of the Seine River is the tears of the heart. Every way you smile."

After being silent for half a second, Shen Yunhuai laughed softly: "Okay, let's go to the Seine River."

After chatting for a while, Xiao Chen's ear-splitting greeting came from the other end of the phone, and then Shen Yunhuai said that he was going to be busy, Song Yile hung up the phone before he could tell him to go home for dinner. In the middle of winter in H City, the wind without moisture blew on his face, blowing Song Yile's face as if it had been smeared with a thin layer of rouge, like a layer of almost sweet red. He tied his scarf tightly neck, buried half of his face in it, and walked quickly towards home.The biggest snowfall since the beginning of winter just fell a few days ago, and the eaves and walkways are still white.

After finally walking to the door of the house in the face of the wind and snow, Song Yile suddenly noticed that the sun peeked out through the heavy clouds. With a sound, the rabbit keychain that was supposed to be dangling on the key fell to the ground, and a rabbit ear was knocked off by a small stone.

It was hung on the key that Shen Yunhuai gave him a few days ago. Song Yile's was a pink rabbit, while Shen Yunhuai's key was a gray wolf with a simple smile on his face. It took hundreds of dollars to twist it out. It is limited to couples, even though Song Yile laughed and scolded him as a prodigal, Shen Yunhuai still happily added a new look to Song Yile's key, taking credit for it.

Song Yile paused, and secretly regretted for a while, and was about to bend down to pick it up, when the phone that had just warmed up in his palm rang.

The incoming call is a note that is both unfamiliar and familiar. Song Yile silently watched the word "Mom" flashing on it for a while, and then slid the green answer button to the right.

"Hey, Mom."

In the chilly wind, the chirping bird seemed to be pierced by the sound of the bell, and it flapped its wings and plunged into the gloomy sky.

"Lele, come to City B, something happened to your father."

Song Yile listened to the voice on the other end of the phone echoing in the empty space, mixed with the whirring sound of electric current, and suddenly felt a chill from the outside to the inside, pinching his vibrant heart.

The little bit of spring that Shen Yunhuai brought to him disappeared along with the surging clouds.

When Shen Yunhuai received the call and returned home, Song Yile waited for him at the door with his head bowed and arms tightly folded.

"Yi Le." Within half a minute after meeting each other, Shen Yunhuai just wanted to stretch out his hand to hug him into his arms, but Song Yile tightly grasped Shen Yunhuai's arm like a lonely boat on the shore, and slid to the ground as if he was paralyzed.

Seeing this, Shen Yunhuai was startled, and hastily dragged him into his arms. Now Song Yile is like a puppet with a broken thread, and he has lost all the strength to stand upright.Shen Yunhuai had never seen Song Yile like this.From the beginning of the acquaintance, Song Yile's image in his memory is always cheerful and optimistic, like an everlasting moon, even if it does not have the bright light of day, it is an inseparable shore in the dark night.