Mortal Romance

After drinking and eating, the two were not in a hurry to see the house. Instead, they wandered around the alleys as if they had stolen half a day's leisure, not to mention that Shen Yunhuai returned to his childhood memories after many years. Song Yile, a foreigner, is more interested in places that contain local culture and more history than scenic spots.

Whether it's eating the fermented rice ice cream in his hand and exhaling whitely in the autumn, or two big boys with an average height of 1.8 meters five squatting on the side of the road to tease the orange cat's strong belly , all seem interesting.

Shen Yunhuai's former residence actually had to walk a little further in from the alley, facing the river, and separated from the next door by a teahouse and a barber shop.The house is quite old. According to Shen Yunhuai, it was an ancestral house owned by his grandfather earlier. The white walls and blue tiles have been mottled by the wind and rain of the years, and the reflection is on the sparkling river. It is like playing the babbling and melodious singing of the old time on the music score.

"welcome."

Shen Yunhuai raised his hand and knocked on the dilapidated door, the doorknob above was already covered with rust, Song Yile wanted to touch it, but Shen Yunhuai stopped him.

Opening half the door slightly, it seems as if you can see the old days. When Shen Yunhuai officially opened the door, the yard was emptied and cleaned, only a few potted plants and moss-eroded stone chairs were left that had not had time to deal with them.The yard is not big, and Song Yile can walk in half a minute following Shen Yunhuai's footsteps. After crossing the yard, the gate is painted with vermilion paint, and the blessings pasted on it seem to be handwritten. a corner.

"I sometimes come back here to sleep, but I usually only use my own room and the kitchen." Shen Yunhuai raised his hand and fanned the dust with disgust, "The ones in the living room and the yard are really not in the mood for it."

Song Yile nodded clearly: "Actually, the location of this house is not bad, and the surrounding area is also lively. It would be good if it is rented out?"

The sofa and TV in the living room were covered with a layer of white cloth to keep out the dust, the two of them entered the room but there was no place to sit, so Shen Yunhuai could only call Song Yile to go back and look at the room.

"It's a bit complicated." Shen Yunhuai turned around and smiled at Song Yile.

"Huh? Could it be that the ancestors refused?"

Song Yile tilted his head in doubt and asked, but he didn't expect his miraculous brain circuit to make Shen Yunhuai burst out laughing, and couldn't hold back, he stretched out his hand to smooth Song Yile's hair.

"No." Shen Yunhuai paused, "This house is my father's ancestral house. After he divorced my mother, I went with my mother. He was willing to leave the house to me and my mother. How can I think he is great? of."

"So cherish it very much."

Shen Yunhuai's words fell, but he was speechless, and could even clearly hear the rustling of the low bushes as the wind caressed them, and the cries of wandering birds hovering stubbornly.

Song Yile blinked, and looked away uncomfortably: "Then it's even more inappropriate to rent it to me."

"How could it be?" Shen Yunhuai smiled, "The time of this house has been stuck in the days when my dad left, now it's time to move forward, it will usher in a new tenant, I hope it's you That's all."

Chapter 9 Cohabitation Life

It was probably because Shen Yunhuai's speaking skills were too powerful to bewitch people's hearts, Song Yile still couldn't hold back, and under Shen Yunhuai's probing and expecting eyes, agreed to this life that could be called cohabitation.

After making a decision, Song Yile began to move things to Shen Yunhuai's house little by little in daily life, like ants moving their nest.Sometimes Shen Yunhuai and the people in the bar would come to help, but most of the time Song Yile didn't want to disturb others, even if the progress was slow, he was more willing to do it himself.Song Yile didn't have many things, and when he moved most of his things to his new home, the pagoda tree flowers at the street had just withered, but the fragrance still had an aftertaste. full of people.

Song Yile was carrying a small cardboard box full of books, and in the distance, he could see sunlight leaking on Shen Yunhuai's body through the layered leaves, his expression was unclear, only a soft and blurred outline could be seen on him.

"Brother Shen." Song Yile yelled, the end of his voice falling in the autumn wind.

"Hey." Shen Yunhuai bent down and took the cardboard box in Song Yile's arms, "Is that all the things you want to bring?"

"Well, other unimportant ones can stay in the homestay, anyway, you have to go there at any time."

Shen Yunhuai nodded to express his understanding.

When Shen Yunhuai re-keyed the house key and handed it to him, the door and other rooms were full of strings, Song Yile felt in a trance that what he opened from now on was not just a door of a rental house, but a door of a rental house. It is the entrance to another human world, the embrace of a person, the paradise that he could never set foot on in the past, the day that he can never touch.

And Shen Yunhuai, more like a person who lives in the daytime, but now comes in the night.

The sky is getting dark quickly when the beginning of winter is approaching, but just after six o'clock, the lights in the park are lit up.Shen Yunhuai finished shopping for dinner and was on his way back to the bar. He stopped at a flower and herb shop on the street, holding his mobile phone and typing. The old boss was standing on crutches and was talking loudly to him, introducing the types of flowers and plants, expensive ones and cheap ones. I have said everything about the delicate things I feed.

Shen Yunhuai didn't understand, so he had no choice but to press the voice button to signal the boss to say it again.