Mortal Romance

Song Yile paused: "Very good."

At least Song Yile felt that he was really good. His troublesome, seemingly innate illness seemed to have already healed naturally after leaving his homeland and his family who were like his lifeblood in the past. No matter how much you need someone, you will never lose someone and die.He and this biological mother, who has been absent from his life for more than [-] years, don't have much to say, whether it's false greetings or caring, Song Yile thought, when he was young, he didn't have what he needed, and when he grew up, he didn't have it. needed.The estrangement caused the conversation to fall into a brief silence. After a while, Song Yile saw Xiao Chen standing downstairs in his apartment building and waving at him from the window.

"Mom, I have something to do here, let's talk about it later, hang up."

Xiao Chen was ordered by his boss to deliver food to him.She rambled on to Song Yile that the boss said that he was not familiar with the place and looked like a child, and was afraid that he would be cheated by unscrupulous merchants, so it happened that the bar opened fire for staff meals tonight.

"I just happened to lose weight, so it would be a waste if I had an extra portion." Xiao Chen smiled, "I just don't know if it suits your taste, our boss hasn't been cooking for a long time! You are really lucky!"

Song Yile lowered his head and smiled, "Thank you."

Song Yile felt much better after a meal, but before he had time to lament Shen Yunhuai's cooking skills, it's a pity that he couldn't open a restaurant. He saw the crumpled little note that was pressed under the thermos bucket.

Song Yile carefully unfolded the small note, and after smoothing it out, he saw that there was a line written in a pen on it.

"Chun passed away and summer solstice, lucky to meet again, the four seasons in the world, summer flowers are happy, I wish you all. - Shen"

Chapter 3 Instant Heartbeat

Although it is said that those who open bars are all nocturnal, strictly speaking, Shen Yunhuai's bar is not a bar, and it is not like other bars that usually open later. It serves as a coffee shop during the day, and when you are free, it is not a bar. Shen Yunhuai himself also works as a part-time barista, and there are always only cappuccinos and lattes to choose from for coffee, or there are only [-] packs of jasmine green tea in a box.

So much so that Shen Yunhuai made himself the object of conversation between tourists and Xiao Chen after dinner, unrestrained and indifferent with great personality.

Shen Yunhuai spends most of his time on the second floor of the bar, sleeping and working. After dealing with the accounts and other layers of documents, he goes out for a walk, and goes to the restaurant diagonally opposite to tease the person standing at the door rushing past meow meow Called the "lucky cat", or go to a small teahouse where you can see the sunset to meet your grandpas to play chess and drink tea.

One day, when Shen Yunhuai closed his notebook, he suddenly had the urge to visit the next door.In a trance, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't had a whim for many years, just like those young and frivolous things in his twenties, such as the most hearty heavy rain in midsummer when he had a whim.

It was still early when I went out, and I raised my hand to see that the second hand on the watch had just passed [-]:[-].

Autumn in City H is long overdue, and it’s already the autumnal equinox, so it’s cold. At that time, there were only two or three customers in the bar in the afternoon, and they gathered together at the same table, chatting in Beijing dialect and Sichuan dialect. Harmonious and warm.Shen Yunhuai made himself a cup of three-in-one instant American at the bar, and he didn't care whether the so-called coffee was mellow or not. It was convenient and quick to add [-]% hot water to the ground coffee without any skill.After taking a sip of the Americano, Shen Yunhuai suddenly remembered the kid who was smiling softly and sweetly at the door, so he rummaged through the box for a while before finding instant chocolate, adding hot water, and seeing the marshmallows on the bar that he presumably bought from Xiao Chen, I took a few of them and threw them into a thermos cup and carried them to the next door.

In just two weeks, the homestay has been almost completely renovated. The original mottled cement gray walls have been re-pasted with simulated wall tiles. The inside is the most popular European minimalist style in recent years. The stairs going upstairs have been transformed into spiral stairs. The industrial modern style is mixed with a little retro court feeling, but it doesn't look obtrusive.It is an excellent decoration that is not stereotyped at all, Shen Yunhuai, the former interior design director, thinks so.

The guest rooms are still being painted, the windows are wide open to diffuse the smell of paint, newspapers are spread on the floor, and the windowsills are covered with white cloth to prevent dust and paint from spilling on them.

"Hello." Without Song Yile, Shen Yunhuai had no choice but to ask the worker who was painting next to him, "Is the boss there?"

The painter turned around and took off his mask, and pointed to the side door leading to the back garden: "Looking for the boss? They should be arranging flowers and plants there."

Shen Yunhuai nodded in thanks, carefully walked around the decoration tools all over the floor and went to the back garden.

Sure enough, Song Yile was there, wearing a camel sweater with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, squatting just like the last time I saw him in a bar, leaving only Shen Yunhuai's back, he didn't pay attention at the time, now he took a closer look at the child Really thin, the outline of the shoulder blades can be seen through the sweater, and there is only such a small one left when the knees are bent and curled up.

Shen Yunhuai stepped lightly and walked behind Song Yile. The latter was really concentrating on covering the flower seedlings with soil. He didn't wear gloves, and covered his clean hands with the soil. He concentrated on working tirelessly and listened carefully. He is humming.

"Hmph what?"

"Wow!"

Song Yile was startled by Shen Yunhuai's sudden noise and almost lost his balance and threw himself forward. Shen Yunhuai didn't see it well, if he fell, not to mention his clothes, even his face would be stained with dirt.So he quickly put the hot chocolate on the ground, stretched his long arms around Song Yile's chest, and pulled him into his arms.