Mortal Romance

Shen Yunhuai nodded and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Uncle Zhang.

"What have you been renovating in your house these days? It's been done every day," the old man lifted up his slipped presbyopic glasses, "It's not that I want to miss you, the old house is getting old. It's not wasteful." What a thought."

Song Yile heard the words, and gave Shen Yunhuai a puzzled look.Shen Yunhuai had never heard of the fact that Shen Yunhuai was going to renovate his home, and he had been busy running around with himself in the hospital for the past two weeks, where did he have the energy and energy to plan the renovation of the old house?

When Shen Yunhuai received Song Yile's inquisitive eyes, he just hid in the crowd and squeezed his hand tightly, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that the things I wanted to get a long time ago were fixed while I was away from home."

"Arguing with you? I'll bring you a bottle of wine from last year's city tomorrow to make amends."

At that time, Uncle Zhang was called out by the owner of the teahouse, it was his turn to play chess, so he didn't pay much attention to Shen Yunhuai, just said "hey" and waved his hands: "OK."

On the way home, Song Yile hesitated for a while, looked down at the potholes on the ground full of mud, and squinted at Shen Yunhuai. He took his strong hand and followed the ups and downs of his skin. Wearing a black shirt, he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows after City H warmed up compared to City B.

In fact, he really wanted to ask Shen Yunhuai what he was doing secretly and secretly, but the house was Shen Yunhuai's property after all, and even if they were closely related, it didn't need to report everything to him other side.So the words slipped around his lips, and were swallowed back into his stomach, but he missed a sigh.

"I know what you want to ask, but don't ask it yet." Shen Yunhuai immediately turned to him from the corner of his eye, lowered his voice and laughed, "It's not a secret worth keeping from you, but it can be considered a surprise."

Arriving at the door of the house, he didn't return home for several days. The painted red iron mailbox was crammed full of crumpled posters and letters, but Shen Yunhuai turned a blind eye to it and kept pulling Song Yile into the house.As soon as the door was opened, the smell of undissolved formaldehyde and paint from the newly installed, even though it had faded a lot in the circulating air, could still be smelled clearly. An Bo, who had a keen sense of smell, obviously felt uncomfortable with the smell, and in Shen Yunhuai's arms After struggling for a while, he yelled and hid back in his cat's nest.

Shen Yunhuai pulled Song Yile to the storage room. There was not much space here, and Song Yile saw the difference from the original room at a glance.

His eyelashes fluttered twice, and he raised his head to look at Shen Yunhuai.

Shen Yunhuai spoke first: "Go up and have a look first."

The new attic built by Shen Yunhuai for the storage room is not Liao Guang, but it is more than enough to accommodate two adults.The attic floor retains the same wooden floor as that of this house, the walls are painted cream yellow, the small light-transmitting windows are half open, and the white gauze curtains above are swaying with the draft.

Instead of occupying the center of the room, there is a plain gray double beanbag sofa, the label has not been removed, lying quietly on the floor. On the wooden cabinet of MUJI, there is an aromatherapy humidifier that removes the smell, and the white smoke is decorated with sandalwood. Everything is safe and low-key yet simple and elegant.

But in this extreme simplicity, there are one or two brightly colored trinkets interspersed in the single scenery. Song Yile reached out to play with the pair of sunlight bobblehead dolls, nodded with a light touch, and then saw Fang The rabbit keychain with the broken ear next to the doll - the one he accidentally broke earlier.

But its ears are intact, even though the traces of stitching are still clearly visible, they are still lying in the palm of the hand intact.

"You fixed it for me?"

Shen Yunhuai installed a socket for the projector, and laughed: "Yes, but it can only be repaired like this, if you think it's ugly, just throw it away."

"No way," Song Yile held the rabbit keychain into his palm, "it's still very cute."

"Why do you suddenly want to build an attic?"

Song Yile asked, but his eyes never left Shen Yunhuai.

"On a whim, a temporary idea," Shen Yunhuai counted on his fingers, and suddenly smacked his lips, "No, not at all."

Shen Yunhuai stopped suddenly, and looked into Song Yile's eyes without moving. There was a moment of silence, only the sound of the projector operating in the empty space.

After the long beep of "beep", the projector started to operate, and the light and shadow intersected to form images layered from the light beam, which Song Yile held in the palm of his hand when he was 19 years old, and put it on his pillow to be watered by dreams, one by one by Shen Yunhuai Design manuscript.Song Yile glanced at the work that he had drawn over and over again in his mind and sketchbook countless times, and he could copy it with his eyes closed, and looked at Shen Yunhuai in puzzlement.

"The name of this design draft is Pluto, which was taken from Pluto." Shen Yunhuai paused, "The year this draft was born was the year when my dad cheated and the relationship between my parents officially broke down. Pluto is the closest source of heat in the universe." Far away, exile myself to the end of the galaxy, and this is where the artistic conception comes from.”

The screen changes, the projection stuck on the milk huáng wall clicks, and the next picture jumps out, a scanned copy of the manuscript and a three-dimensional model

The picture is very detailed, ranging from closet furniture to small decorations - it is the prototype of the space that Song Yile is stepping on at this moment.