Meng Shengnan almost choked.

The ceremony sighed, and someone was wailing on the TV. Meng Shengnan drank his last sip of soup, took a tissue and wiped his mouth.

"I've finished eating and went upstairs."

The old method, before the ceremony could be spoken, she ran away again. That night, the moon was shining with the cold wind blowing outside, slapping the windows. You could vaguely hear the sound of fireworks in the distance, one by one.

She sat on the windowsill, covered in a thick quilt.

The QQ on the computer suddenly coughed heavily, and it was a friend's prompt. She got off the windowsill and looked over. She found that it was a man named Philosophical Rat.

Meng Shengnan thought for a while and asked, "Fu Song?"

"I thought you had to guess for a long time." The news over there was soon reply.

Meng Shengnan said: "I have raised the philosophical rat, can I admit my mistake?"

Fu Song replied with a helpless smile.

It was the daytime receipt of the notice. Although Fu Song's English was not that terrible at that time, he also scored a lot of points. So he asked her Penguin number on the grounds of improving English, which was also Meng Shengnan's first overtime job.

Fu Song asked: "What are you doing?"

"Idle."

Fu Song said: "Oh."

Meng Shengnan couldn't find the topic and didn't reply. After a while, Fu Song's news came again.

"Have you eaten?"

"Um."

"Are you free tomorrow?"

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Fu Song said: "It's nothing, just ask."

"Oh, there are tutoring."

"Okay, I won't bother you if I go to bed early." The boy gave a goodbye expression.

Meng Shengnan scratched his cheek and replied bye.

She couldn't sleep at night and couldn't read the books. She turned on the repeater and the tape was slowly spinning. A song came out, and the distant and beautiful splashed in this deep and lonely night. That year, Jay Chou released a new album in 2003, and a sunny song was popular all over the country.

Ears, single loop.

‘Once upon a time, someone loved you for a long time. But the wind gradually blows the distance farther away.’

The singing disappeared at some point, Meng Shengnan kept looking for it. She ran for a long time and it was dark, and she couldn't see the direction clearly. Someone called her behind her, and her voice was very light and light. As soon as she turned around, the sky changed. The wind was heavy and the rain was heavy, and he disappeared.

"Nan Nan." It was the grand ceremony calling her.

At that time, it was already dawn. She slowly opened her eyes and got up from the bed. She looked subconsciously and looked at the window with snow. The trees and roofs were everywhere, heavy, as if they would fall down at any time.

She answered loudly, "Attack."

After putting on his clothes, washing down the stairs, Mengjin went to work, the ceremony had already prepared the meal, and the two of them chatted casually at the table.

The ceremony asked: "Do you still have to practice guitar in the afternoon?"

"Yeah, the last lesson."

"I went to the mall two days ago and met your teacher Chen." Sheng Chen said, "She seems to be in a bad mood."

"Is that true?"

"Yes." After eating the food in the ceremony, he said, "You go over and greet me in the afternoon."

"knew."

The ceremony said again: "By the way, I'm going to your Aunt Kang's house for a long time when I have nothing to do."

"What does it mean?" Meng Shengnan raised his eyebrows.

"Taihe students from Peking University have learned the scriptures."

Meng Shengnan: “…”

After dinner, the ceremony went out shopping with a few aunts in the neighborhood. At that time, the snow had stopped. Meng Shengnan stayed alone in the room and read the reposter, and recorded the interests in the notebook. She read the border town for a long time, and turned it back and forth, which was meaningful.

Before going to practice piano in the afternoon, she ran to the bookstore with her guitar on her back and moved for an hour.

Maybe because of the holidays, there were a lot of people in the bookstore. People were passing by constantly. Several people stood in the small aisle in front of each row of bookshelf. They looked down with the book, and there were no sounds nearby.

She looked through a few pages of the book in her hand, looked at the time, and then looked at the pricing.

Someone outside the store listened to the radio, and it happened to be the hourly report: It is 16 o'clock in Beijing time. Meng Shengnan put out the books and went out of the bookstore step by step. He walked two minutes to Xinjiekou to take the bus, and as soon as he got up, he was crowded with people.

When we were almost at the ground, there were fewer people.

The snow slowly fell and fell on the ground, and was blown away by the wind. Meng Shengnan got out of the car and walked into the community. She looked around with her little thoughts, and slowly got to the place before she could get her heart back. At that time, many people arrived, and Chen Si was busy pouring hot water for everyone. It was still the same large classroom converted into a living room, and Meng Shengnan sat at the edge of the window.

They are all a group of guitar enthusiasts, and they are so passionate about talking and laughing together.

"Teacher, I recently learned a new song for you to listen to?" A boy spoke.

Everyone applauded and cheered.

Chen Si smiled and said, "Okay."

About a dozen people tilted their ears.

The boy is an angry young man in literature and art. The song is like you, the old wolf, who is at the same table. It seems that the song will never go out of date. From 1994 to now, ten years have passed, and it is still the same classic as before.

After playing and singing a song, one by one, one starts to make excitement.

"One more song."

Someone called him a folk boy, and he blushed and played Luo Dayou's childhood again. That was a memory that was so long ago. He sang "On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas were calling out to summer". When he sang to the climax, a group of people followed him.

"Day after day, year after year, a confused childhood."

The snow outside gradually became heavier and fell on the ground. That day, Chen Si taught Zhou Huajian's classic old song friends, and everyone played a guitar score until dark.

Someone asked Chen Si: "Teacher, who is your favorite singer?"

"Jackie Chan." Chen Si said.

"Can you bounce your head?"

The big guy started to make a fuss again.

Chen Si smiled faintly and said yes. She is really a very gentle woman. Meng Shengnan always felt that she was like the sunset river in the poet's mouth, the chrysanthemums written by the painter, with stories, light and quiet.

The class ended quickly and the students left one after another.

Meng Shengnan remembered the instructions of the ceremony and stayed at the end to say hello to Chen Si. At that time, Zixue had covered the ground to the point of being as thick as her palm. She waited for the person to expose her before she walked over to Chen Si's side with her guitar on her back and helped her clean up the chairs together.

"Thank you." Her voice was always gentle.

Meng Shengnan smiled.

Chen Si said while busy: "I met your mother two days ago, and she bargained very well."

"My mother is that guy." Meng Shengnan couldn't help but smile.

"I remember your mom taught elementary school?"

"Well, it's been more than twenty years."

Chen Si had a gentle face: "No wonder he taught you so well. My son couldn't even catch a figure in his figure for a whole day."

Meng Shengnan scratched her cheeks with a little embarrassed. No wonder she always saw someone in the room. She honestly passed the words she explained to the ceremony.

"When she was having dinner in the morning, she asked me to say hello to you, Teacher Chen."

"It's the New Year, I wish her a happy New Year."

"Um."

After packing up, Meng Shengnan took the words to see the heavy snow outside and prepared to leave.

"I'll go back first, teacher."

"Okay, walk slowly and be careful of slippery roads."

"Ai."

It was a lot colder after coming out of the house. Meng Shengnan wrapped her scarf, stuffed her hands into a down jacket, lowered her head and walked forward. Her feet stepped into the snow, with a dull gurgling sound. The surrounding street lights were dim, illuminating the road ahead.

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky.

It was less than seven o'clock, and it might have been dark because of the weather and snow. There were almost no pedestrians and few vehicles on the roadside. Meng Shengnan walked very slowly, looked around and stopped and stopped. Later, he stood at the intersection and waited for the car until Route 5○2 on both sides of the road. She swiped her card to the end and lined up, and her eyes looked forward.

Just a casual glance, I finally saw that person again.

He should have gotten off from 5○2 opposite, lowered his head slightly, and was wearing the road, lowering his head to light a cigarette while walking. The car slowly drove up, and Meng Shengnan walked towards the last row.

Through the thick windshield, she sat sideways.

But his eyes followed the tall and thin figure to the entrance of the community. The snowflakes slowly disappeared, and he could no longer see clearly. The car was very quiet, with breathing sounds, and the wind blew the glass, shaking gently.
Chapter completed!