Forever, beauty bone

Chapter 31
After finishing speaking, he went to look at Zhou Shengchen: "I remember."

Zhou Shengchen smiled and shook his head lightly: "Take good care of your illness and don't think about these things."

"I miss you all," Wen Xing pursed his lips and smiled, "Also, what about your wedding banquet, I must go, definitely."

"Then take good care of your body first, and if the indicators are up to standard, then do the surgery."

She whispered softly, holding Zhou Shengchen's right hand: "Postpone the operation... If you change other people's hearts, what if I don't love your brother the most?"

Her tone was a little coquettish.

Zhou Shengchen's eyes were full of warmth, and his whispered reminders were just ordinary doctor's orders.

In the dead of night, when she thought about Wen Xing's words, she always felt a kind of regret in it.She lay on the bed and asked him casually, did she know that Wen Xing liked Mei Xing?Zhou Shengchen was not surprised: "It can be seen."

"See?"

He was noncommittal: "It's easy to see, just like the first time you saw me, there was a... surprising feeling."

She groaned: "Go on."

Although he pretended not to care, his voice was already light and ethereal.

Zhou Shengchen really analyzed it, "The most difficult thing to conceal is feelings. It is very easy to tell who a girl likes. Look at her eyes, her movements, and her tone of voice? That's about it, enough to judge."

He was talking about the psychology of women on a large scale.

But what she thinks of is that those tiny little thoughts in the past were all watched by him as a bystander.

She coughed: "So, in the past, someone... Well, liked you, and you just watched."

"Yes, just watch," he thought for a while, "or, avoid being alone, so as not to give people wrong psychological hints."

"Then... what if it's someone who needs your response?"

She avoided the word fiancee.

He laughed lowly, and didn't point out who she was talking about: "Unless it's my wife, I don't need to respond."

Best answer.

Shi Yi didn't ask any more questions, obviously he was satisfied.

But she was concerned about Wen Xing's matter, she was not that keen on being a matchmaker, but since Zhou Shengchen knew about it, she really wanted to ask more clearly in private.She gently tugged on his sleeve: "Then, Mei Xing said to Wen Xing..."

"do not know."

"do not know?"

He pondered for a while: "I don't communicate with him about this."

"Ke Wenxing is your sister, so it's good to care a little bit."

"The most difficult thing in this world is your love and my wish."

Shi Yi couldn't believe it, this was something Zhou Shengchen could say.

Sure enough, he quickly told her: "This is what Mei Xing said."

Shi Yi thought for a while, then suddenly asked him: "What is the alias for the second lunar month?"

"Cyan Fragrance."

"What about April?"

"Huai Xu," he smiled, "why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"I was thinking, isn't it amazing that a person paranoidly asks the other half to like ancient literature?"

He hummed.

She lay on her side beside him, still immersed in the story of Wen Xing's desire for Mei Xing, and noticed that the wall lamp had been turned up a bit.He leaned down and asked in a low voice, "Can you speak Suzhou dialect?"

"Yes," she was a little surprised, "there are relatives in Suzhou who can speak Shanghai dialect, and they knew it when they were young."

Both of them drank some water soaked in lotus seed buds.

While speaking, there is a slight fragrance, which can be heard by breathing.

"In Suzhou dialect, read some poems I taught you, okay?" He tilted his head slightly.

She said hello softly.

Where has it been taught, it is clearly Wu Ge when he was...

Words that are ambiguous, or overtly flirtatious.

"I will slow down, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me?"

She hummed, feeling her body was on fire.

It's obviously a thoughtful word, but let him say it, which has a strong flirting meaning.But I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional.

She read it softly to him from memory, occasionally stopping when she felt embarrassed.In the early autumn night, it was already a bit chilly, the two of them were tossing and turning under the thin quilt, although they were sweating, but he didn't dare to open it rashly, for fear that she would catch the cold.

Gradually she couldn't read, the poems were intermittent, and her thinking was no longer coherent.

Before falling asleep, she finally remembered her doubts: "Zhou Shengchen?"

"Ah."

"Why do you want me to use Suzhou dialect..."

In the darkness, he seemed to be smiling: "Have you ever heard a phrase? 'Wu Yin is charming when drunk, but whoever has white hair'. It's very interesting for Wu Yin and Wu Yu to recite Wu songs."

She suddenly realized that this word was a famous line to praise Wu Yin.

In Wu dialect, Su Bai is the softest.Wu Yan spoke softly, so gentle.

But the artistic conception in the words is clearly that when you are slightly drunk, you speak in soft words, but when it comes to him, it is mixed with some pink...

Zhou Shengchen suddenly said: "It's nothing strange to ask my other half to like ancient literature. It can be a kind of taste in itself." , a verse for her.

When Shi Yi thinks about it, it's not bad.

But also because of this sentence, she finally noticed something. She put her face close to his heart, listened to the rhythmic heartbeat, and laughed in a low voice: "Zhou Shengchen, you are jealous."

Two days later, she and Zhou Shengchen went to see Wen Xing.

She seems to be in good condition, but her indicators are still unqualified. In just half a month, she has missed a suitable donor.These were all briefly described to her by Zhou Shengchen.She doesn't understand organ transplantation, but she understands that congenital ones must have a much higher risk factor than acquired ones, so she can't help feeling sorry for Wen Xing.It is always difficult for a doctor to heal himself.

This time, she met Mei Xing.

Wen Xing's ward has its own living room and sofa, Shi Yi entered Wen Xing's ward when Zhou Shengchen went to talk to the doctor.Wen Xing was wearing a light blue sportswear coat, and smiled in a low voice, Mei Xing also shook his head and smiled, took off his glasses, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe.

"sister in law?"

"Ah."

"Sister-in-law, I have good tea here, and I made two cups." Wen Xing took a cup for himself and gently pushed it in front of Shi Yi, "I can't drink it, you can drink it." Shi Yi thought it was funny: "You really can't drink tea, why do you still Want to make yourself a drink?"

"When I saw Mei Xing coming, I forgot it as soon as I was happy," Wen Xing looked at Mei Xing lightly, "Mei Xingshui."

Mei Xingyou smiled to herself, but she did not speak.

A nurse came in to check Wen Xing routinely. She sat down on the single sofa and wanted to get the cup of tea. Just as her hand touched the edge of the teacup base, Mei Xing pressed the other side of the base at the same time.

Mei Xing's eyes were dark, and the light in his eyes was even more unfathomable. He glanced at her.

Shi Yi looked back at her in doubt, but when he heard Wen Xing calling him, he didn't think about it for a while.

Later Zhou Shengchen came and talked with Mei Xing in the small living room for a while, before Mei Xing left, he asked someone to pour the two cups of tea as if nothing had happened.She watched the back of him leaving, and remembered the moment when they looked at each other just now, she was actually infected by Mei Xing's aura, thinking that there was something wrong with that cup of tea.

Compared with Wen Xing, his distance and closeness should be obvious...

She shouldn't have doubted it.

Shi Yi's health improved, so he made up for the work he left behind for two months, and prepared to enter the studio for recording next week.Meilin heard that she was going to start work, and while counting the work, she complained that she was going to be killed by various producers. In the afternoon, she sent the latest document by express, which was as thick as a book.In order to match her voice, there are more roles in costumes.

She flipped through them casually, familiarizing herself with the characters.

But his own book was shelved instead.

At the end of the book, the writing was very slow, because she couldn't remember his ending clearly.

I can't remember why he died or how he died.I can't remember clearly, so I can only go back and revise the previous ones, but because I value it too much, I get entangled in the words and sentences, and I change and change.

Zhou Shengchen has been very busy recently. Most of the time, she eats by herself, and she is very used to him coming home late.Wen Xing went to see Wen Xing in the morning, and he sent her home and left.

After reading the script for a while, she began to concentrate on revising her own manuscript, and it was changed to more than seven o'clock.

She was pondering over the words in her mind, holding the stack of papers with both hands, and tapped the table involuntarily.After a while, he turned his head and pressed his face against the desk.That brow frowned, relaxed, and gradually frowned again, so engrossed that he didn't notice Zhou Shengchen's return.

He hung up the coat that still had some tiny water droplets, and saw her in the study through the open door.

He walked into the study: "What problem did you encounter?"

Shi Yi subconsciously closed the folder and wanted to get up, but he pressed his shoulder.

He squatted down halfway, signaling her to just say so.

She thought about it, and had to admit: "Knot."

"Knot?"

"I'm writing something, and I always want to write the best. I'm too fussy about the words and sentences," she exhaled softly, "It's a knot in my heart."

"Well," he said he understood, "let me think about how to untie you."

She chuckled: "I won't bother you, a great scientist."

"Shh...let me think about it, I think I've figured it out."

She thought it was funny and nodded.

"Remember when I asked you, what is February called?"

"Cyan Fragrance."

He nodded: "This is just my habitual way of saying it. Seriously speaking, there are many nicknames for Eryue, with different origins. Isn't it difficult to insist on which one is slightly better?"

She admitted that what he said was true.

"Just like in the laboratory, I never ask students to copy me completely, everyone has their own suitable method," he thought for a while, and then said, "I don't write much, but I know that the literati and inkmen in the past also They have their own preferences and used words and sentences. The core of doing scientific research and writing articles is here," he tapped his temple with his index finger, "write what you want in the way you are used to."

"Ah."

"Didn't eat?" He patted her belly, "Are you hungry?"

She honestly replied, "I'm hungry."

"Let's go," he stood up, "let's go out to eat."

"Now?" She heard the sound of rain and could imagine the thunder and lightning outside.

"I've seen the weather forecast. The rain will stop in an hour. Let's drive slowly and go to a place farther away to eat."

"Weather forecast?" Shi Yi had never had a good impression of weather forecasts, "What if it's not accurate?"

Shi Yi followed in his footsteps, and talked to him.

Zhou Shengchen stopped suddenly and turned around: "There is a chance that the rain will stop, right?"

She was still hesitating: "I'm afraid to trouble Uncle Lin, and I have to pick us up for dinner on rainy days."

"This time I'm driving."

"you drive?"

He couldn't help laughing: "I can drive."

It's not that she doesn't believe him, but she has never seen him drive.Until sitting in the co-pilot's seat in the underground garage, I still couldn't help but look at the way he was holding the steering wheel, and always felt a little bit of a sense of disobedience.But after the car drove on the elevated highway, she gradually got used to it. He was very focused on everything he did, including driving, and he was quiet and stable.

The wipers kept swinging and seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.

By the time the car left Shanghai, the rain had really stopped.

There are always many small towns around Shanghai, just like the Wang family's house, she has only been there once, and it was late at night, so far she still can't figure out the name of the place.She didn't know where he drove tonight.

He parked the car in the parking lot at the entrance of the town.

The rain has just stopped, and there is still water on the stone road.

Fortunately, she didn't wear high heels, and with his help, she jumped over the puddles that were too big.

On the bank of the river, leaning on several boats, there is a small hotel on the bank.The boats were not big, and could accommodate two tables at most. Zhou Shengchen ordered one of them, and when two people got on the boat, the boatman handed over the menu.

"This one is still empty tonight, you two are really lucky."

Shi Yi smiled and looked down at the simple two-page menu.

I can't help but pick and choose. When you come to this kind of place, you can only eat the scenery.

She was afraid that he would not be full, so she ordered a few hard dishes.

"Wait a second, the dishes are ready, we will leave the shore."

The boatman jumped ashore, leaving the two of them on board.There are only chest-high fences on both sides, with candlesticks, but no lights. The most comfortable thing is the seat. Opposite, they are all dark red sofa styles, and the smaller body can lie down.Sitting upright like this is also sinking in deeply, which is so comfortable that people want to sleep.

"Have you been here?" She looked at him curiously.

Zhou Shengchen shook his head with a smile: "It's the first time I'm here, so I asked someone else temporarily."

She probably did too, this young master is definitely not someone who enjoys this kind of life.

The boat shook slightly, and the boatman turned back, and asked a little embarrassedly: "There are two young people on the shore who also want to board the boat. I said that the boat is booked. They... want me to discuss with the two of you. Give them the empty table?"

The boatman pointed to the shore.

The two glanced at the same time, they looked like they were in their early twenties at most, young lovers.

The boy looked at them nervously, saw them turn their heads, and put his hands together quietly, begging them to agree.Shi Yi laughed, and heard Zhou Shengchen say: "I'm fine, and my wife should be fine too."

"Well, let's get them aboard."

The boatman became more and more fond of this pair of good-looking men and women, and greeted the two young men to board the boat.There was a bamboo curtain between the two tables, and it was separated when it was lowered.The food was served, and the boat sailed.

Not long after leaving the river bank, it started to rain again.

She heard the young men and women whispering behind the bead curtain, and she was probably calculating the expenses for the day. She checked it very carefully. From the beginning to the end, the girl was complaining that this place was used too much, and that place should be saved: "Look at you , the money is so little, and I still have to eat on this boat..."

The voice was very small, but she could hear it clearly.

She remembered that when she first graduated and entered the studio to record, there was an intern sound engineer and his little girlfriend.The two plan carefully every day, and arrange every meal from Monday to Friday, just to have a good meal on weekends, or to go for a walk around at the end of each month.This is definitely a romance for young people.

She couldn't help winking at him and laughing softly.

"what happened?"

Zhou Shengchen was leaning on the sofa, with his right arm on one side, looking at her puzzled.Shi Yi switched to his side, and whispered in his ear, repeating what the girl said.After she finished speaking, she wanted to briefly describe her feelings, but Zhou Shengchen had an understanding expression: "Envy?"

She smiled: "Yeah."

He laughed to himself.

The rain outside did not show signs of stopping immediately, so the boatman stopped the boat under the "curtain" formed by old trees on one side, and told them to avoid the rain for a while, lest the water splash into the boat and wet their clothes.

Near the shore, there is wind again, and you can see the waves hitting the stone wall.

The candlestick cast a shadow on the bamboo curtain.

"Have you ever seen a hand shadow movie?"

"Hand shadow play?"

"Hmm... I guess you haven't seen it."

She remembers watching TV shows when she was a child, and there were several episodes of hand shadow movies in a row.On the TV, two people hold their fingers each other, make animal and human shapes, compile short stories, or joke about facts.At that time, she watched these programs and vaguely remembered that when she was bored, she used to borrow lamps and candles to do hand shadows in the library.

Because it is self-study, there are not many appearances.

But when I watched the TV show, I learned a lot.

Shi Yi made a rabbit, wanted to say something, but suddenly stopped: "Today is the ninth day of September?"

No wonder, there are rice dumplings and flower cakes on the table.

He hummed: "Are you making the shadow of the rabbit?"

"See it?" Shi Yi smiled and moved his fingers, and the rabbit ears on the bamboo curtain twitched slightly, improvisingly dubbed it: "Hey... this Guanghan Palace is really cold, and the Mid-Autumn Festival will pass in a blink of an eye. It's the Double Ninth Festival, why not go to the world for a walk."

Because she was afraid that the young couple next door would see her, her voice was very soft, but full of drama.

He turned his body to watch her performance.

Shi Yi lightly blew on the candlestick.

The shadow of the candle flickered, the rabbit disappeared, she turned and sat on the sofa, her own shadow fell on the bamboo curtain, clear and thin: "My lord, have we...have we met before... "

Faint, gentle.

This is the ancient style she is best at.

He raised the corner of his mouth, cooperated with her, and asked in a low voice, "Oh? Really?"

"My lord, your surname..." Her eyes were shining, and her voice became softer.

He pondered for a while, and looked into her eyes: "Zhou Sheng, one name is Chen."

(End of this chapter)